#i think i covered a LOT of ground here i hope this helps bestie

[borahaerhy]

Gone (end) - jjk

Summary: You and your childhood best friend, Jungkook, have grown apart over the years, although you still have the same overbearing fun-loving bestie, Aria, that really wants her best friends talking again, something neither of you really want to be apart of until Aria goes missing, and the only other person that could help you find her is the one you've spent years avoiding.

Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Best friends to enemies (ish?) to lovers, High School AU, eventual smut, slow burn

Warnings: Time skip, descriptions on how everyone's dealing with trauma, way too much fucking fluff, obscenely fluffy smut, protected sex (bc that's cool), slight dirty talk, lots of eye contact, very vanilla, sappy ass ending :)

Word Count: 1.7K

Previous

Six Months Later

You pulled your keys out of your pocket as you walked down the long hallway leading to your apartment, twirling the keyring between your fingers before you picked the right key out of the lineup and slid it into the lock. The inside of your apartment was still pretty empty, a small sofa, coffee table and TV sitting in the living room, no decorations in the living room or the small kitchen; just unpacked boxes covering various surfaces. 

You smiled thoughtfully to yourself; happy to finally be moving into the next chapter of your life. “Jungkook!” you called out, but you were only met with silence. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, a slight pang of anxiety coursing through you as you slipped your shoes off and set your bag down on the floor. 

“Jungkook?” You walked carefully through your house, moving silently as you made your way back to the bedroom, and then the bathroom; Jungkook being nowhere in sight. The slight pang of anxiety grew exponentially as you ran around your new home looking everywhere for him. Suddenly, while searching the hallway closet, you heard the unmistakable sound of your front door opening. 

You stepped back into the living room right as the front door closed softly, Jungkook closing it as quietly as possible after seeing your shoes and bag sitting on the ground. Your anxieties faded as you watched him try to slowly turn around, his eyes meeting yours as a guilty look spread over his red face. “Why are you wearing gym clothes?” You questioned, a new concern taking over you. 

“You know, funny story-” You groaned lightly as you started walking toward him. “I didn’t think you were supposed to be home for another twenty minutes?” He questioned you, arms suddenly crossed and hip cocked out as he looked you up and down; as if you were the one being sneaky. 

“You just got shot, Jungkook, you’re not supposed to be doing any strenuous activities for at least another month, you’re going to hurt yourself-” 

“No strenuous activities? Then what do you consider sex-” 

“That’s different and you know it,” Your face suddenly started heating up, but you pulled him down to hug you before he could notice. He chuckled into your hair as he wrapped his arms around you, melting into each other as you did every time you saw each other. “You smell, go take a shower; Aria’s coming over for dinner, she’ll be here in an hour,” He scoffed, feigning hurt before he pulled away from the hug, his hand meeting your jaw to guide you lips to his. 

“You love it,” He smirked as you broke apart before he kissed your forehead and ran back to the bathroom. 

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“So, naturally, when a bunch of drunk people are in charge of the bonfire, it got way too big, and thanks to the dry season it started spreading-”

“That’s how bonfire’s are supposed to be,” Jungkook nods in agreeance, his movement nonchalant as if this was the most expected turn this story could’ve taken. 

“I don’t think that’s the right takeaway from this story-” 

“So, obviously, the cops get called because it spread into the neighbors yard, and none of us had any hope of being able to put it out; someone threw vodka on it trying to put it out, but instead the lost their eyebrows-” 

“You know if nothing else, I thought what happened would make you want to sit still for five minutes and just enjoy the smaller things in life, but nope. You’re still fucking insane, Ari,” You spoke and she giggled, bringing the glass she was drinking from up to her lips to take a drink. 

“And I wouldn’t have it any differently,” She smiled again before she continued telling her story, mostly to Jungkook, who seemed much more interested in her antics than you did. 

Aria was much more affected by what happened than she ever let on, but you were glad she still acted like her. She’d been through so much throughout her life that she’d mastered the art of acting like nothing happened. It may not be the healthiest coping skill, but it works for her. 

She speaks to a therapist twice a week; you all do. Some days she struggles more than others, but some days, she’s somehow still miraculously as upbeat and outgoing as she always has been. 

Jungkook’s changed, his anxiety high anytime you’re out in public or there’s an unexplained noise. He’s even more protective of Aria and you now, if that’s even possible. He all-but begged Aria to move into your guest room when we signed the lease, but she’s always been independent. 

And you somehow were still holding up better than the others. You were anxious, sure, but you had always been, so there’s not much of a change there. Authority figures are more intimidating, loud noises startling and a general dislike of burning buildings, but aside from that, everything was normal. Jungkook was normal. Aria was normal. You were normal. 

“Why don’t you let that sit until tomorrow?” Jungkook’s voice was low as he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the space right below your ear softly. Aria had just left - Insisting that she shouldn’t keep her dog waiting any longer. 

“If you plan on scrubbing the dishes clean when you wake up, then sure,” You smiled, leaning into his embrace as you pulled your hands out of the sink and dried them off before putting the towel back down on the counter and turning around, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s neck. 

“I’d love to,” He grinned, his warm eyes looking down at you lovingly, an odd sense of calm surrounding you. He leaned down and kissed you, the same gentle kiss from back in the hotel room. You deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to you as you tangled your fingers in his smooth locks. He hummed into you before he picked you up, hooking his hands under your thighs and pulling them to wrap around his waist, his lips not leaving yours. 

“Jungkook, you’re going to hurt yourself-” You attempted to wiggle from his grasp, but he only held onto you tighter. 

“The more you fight me the longer it’s going to take me to walk us to our room, but I’m not putting you down,” He smirked at you, standing in the middle of the kitchen holding you like he had all the time in the world. To be fair he did, jobless prick- 

You groaned but stopped moving, wrapping your legs more firmly around his waist before he started back down the hall. He kicked the door closed behind him, his lips back on your before you even made it back to the bedroom, and gently put you down on the bed before he crawled on top of you. You wrapped yourselves around each other, his arms both under you to hold you closer to him. 

The feeling whenever you were with him was almost indescribable. All your worries and anxieties just seemed to melt away and the only thing that mattered anymore was him. His touch was so gentle and so warm it spread throughout your entire body; every look he gave you melted you into the overwhelming feeling of safety and comfort. 

And while he melted you, you melted him; the blush that always crept across your face after you caught him staring, the way your hands were always so soft and gentle with him. He was addicted to you, the way you say his name and hold his hands; your incessant nagging about his safety and the sarcastic comments he’d once loathed were now almost poetic to him. 

When it was just the two of you, you were all that mattered. 

His lips grazed gently down your neck, his fingertips ghosting over your ribs as if they were still broken as your hands traveled up his shirt, his warm skin begging to be pressed against you. Your shirts were both gone in an instant, his mouth coming back down to meet your chest as he unclipped your bra, throwing it to the floor with your shirts. 

Jungkook pulled himself away from your chest and brought his hands up to cup your cheeks, his nose brushing against yours and his loving eyes darted between yours. “I love you,” His voice was small and vulnerable; a side of him only you saw. You kissed him softly, bringing your eyes back to his as you parted. 

“I love you too,” He smiled, almost giddy before he kissed you again, gently for a moment before they grew needier, wanting more and more from each other. One of his hands unbuttoned your ants as the other pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer - one of the few things that’s already put away. 

Needy kisses turned desperate and seconds later he was sliding into you, groaning gently as he rested his forehead on yours. You hummed out a moan as your hands held his face, his cock fully pushed into you before he gently starts rocking into you. “You’re perfect,” He mumbled into your lips, his hands running softly along your stomach and hips. 

You moaned out as his finger landed on your clit, his thrusts speeding up as his face gets buried in your neck, sloppy wet kisses left along your collarbone. You pulled his hair lightly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together to pull him further into you. 

“Jungkook,” You moaned out, the bed creaking from under you from the power of his thrusts. “I’m gonna-” 

“Fuck baby, please cum for me,” He kissed you hungrily, his fingers and hips moving faster against you until you unfold around him, holding onto him tightly as you repeatedly call out his name. He follows you, your pussy clenching around him sending him into his own orgasm. He stilled inside of you, resting his weight on you as he kisses you softly. “Are you okay?” he asks as he lifts his head up to look at the ribs that healed months ago. 

“I’m great, Kook,” You giggle, bringing his attention back up to you. “Are you?” You ask softly, eyes wide as you search him for any signs of discomfort. 

“Of course,” He kisses you softly, rolling off of you and pulling you onto his chest as he lets out a slight groan of satisfaction. “I’m always okay when I’m with you.” 

It turns out you were right all those years ago on the playground. 

It’s just you against the world.

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Note: AAHHHH IT'S FINALLY THE END!

I'm so sorry that that took me literally forever to finish, I just didn't really want to say goodbye, you know?

I hope you enjoyed the ending, and thank you so much for sticking with me the whole way through. This story is my baby, and I honestly can't wait to keep working on it.

I love you <3

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[h0nkch0c0late]

hiii, bestie<33 i'm sure you didn't expect me here at all. it's not like i said a moment ago that i’d do it 🙄

i would like to ask for another angst, because my soul feeds on my suffering. i was thinking of dean x reader, where our dear sweetest reader, who is also a hunter, has feelings for dean who is a role model and such a hero to her and she finally decides to tell him everything and he is like "🧍‍♀️" because he only sees her as a younger sister 🫣

thank you!!<3 byeeee

AAAAAAAAA YESSSS

Like a Sister

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: As a hunter, you learned from a very young age that you shouldn't get into relationships. Meeting the oldest Winchester brother changed this idea for you, but unfortunately, he doesn't feel the same.

WARNING(S): Unrequited love, rejection, mild swearing, angst

Dean Winchester was your biggest role model, and practically a hero.

You were only four years younger than him, being Sam's age.

And, just like the brothers, you had been in the hunting life ever since you could walk.

You had met the brothers during the first time they had been up against Lucifer, and since then, had always been a phone call away.

To your luck, they always needed your help. At least, that's what Dean always told you.

And this time it was no different. Well, not so different other than you had developed feelings for Dean over the past couple of months and had been working up the courage to tell him.

You were sure that he felt the same about you. The way he hugged you was different than how he hugged other people, and, in cases where you had almost died, well...let's just say there were tears and lots of yelling involved on his part.

...well, that's what you thought at least.

So, here you were, hunting down a nest of vamps. Sam and Dean were in the middle of a very petty fight, and had separated from doing hunts together, so it was only you and Dean this time.

And you were determined to tell him your feelings.

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The hunt was going fairly well, you and Dean had killed (what you thought was) all of the vamps.

As you both breathed heavily, covered in blood that was definitely not your own, you began to build up your courage to tell him everything.

"Hey Dean?" You began, your voice uncharacteristically quiet.

He turned to you, "What's up?" He asked, his eyebrows quirked in curiosity.

"I...have something important to tell you." You say as you begin to walk closer to him.

He chuckled, "What could be more important than celebrating our win?" He questioned, clueless as ever.

You gulped, noticing how close to the two of you were as you looked at him, "I...I've looked up to you for a while. You're practically my hero! In fact...as of recently, you've kinda...become more than a hero to me? And I...just wanted to tell you..."

His eyes tore away from you as he noticed movement. An extra vamp you two hadn't accounted for was beginning to sneak up behind you, no doubt trying to catch you by surprise and failing. "Move!" He yelled at you before you could finish what you were saying, slightly pushing you out of the way and making you stumble as he he lifted his machete and took off the vamp's head.

Having your heart racing once more from the scare of the vamp, and now being covered in even more blood, you shook off your nerves, wiping away the imaginary dirt that littered your knees.

"Sorry." Dean apologized, turning to you once again, "what were you gonna say? Other than the whole "you're my hero" thing?"

You tensed, blinking furiously at him a couple times as you tried to regroup your thoughts and gather your courage once more, "I...I-uh, I like you. I have very very strong feelings for you. And I really hope you feel the same because then I'll just feel like an idiot, but I am really really into you." You ranted, making sure that nothing could cut you off again.

Your confidence in his feelings began to run thin as you watched him freeze, dropping the blood covered machete to the ground as he stared at you wide eyed.

The air around you fell thick with silence as Dean gathered his thoughts, clearly shaken by the confession that had just taken place.

You saw his chest rise as he took in a deep breath, his eyes going from wide to now guilty as his lips formed a frown, "Look, kid, I..." He began.

You felt your heart begin to crack as you knew where he was getting at. He wouldn't have called you "kid" otherwise.

"You're cool and all, I'm I'm glad you think of me as some sort of role model, but...listen, I don't feel the same. I think of you as a younger sister, you know?" He told you, trying to let you down as gentle as possible.

You felt your eyes beginning to get glazed with tears as the man before you broke your heart even more.

"I don't want this to change anything between us, okay? You'll always be a little sister to me. Can we just...pretend like this never happened?" He asked. He felt horrible, hurting you like that. But what choice did he have? He didn't want to lie to you, and it was impossible for him to see you in any other light than as a sister.

You quickly wiped away the tears that had managed to fall as you attempted to gather the broken pieces, clearing your throat as you nodded, "Yeah...can we-uh-can we just go? I wanna get cleaned up." You dismissed, your voice cracking.

Dean nodded, turning and making his way towards the impala.

You followed behind, staring at the ground as you plopped yourself into the backseat, not even daring to look at the man before you.

The ride to the bunker was silent, and as the both of you separated (you getting into your own car, and Dean making his way to the entrance of the bunker), not a word was spoken. No goodbye, no "thank you", you just left.

You wanted to believe that nothing would change between the two of you, but the thought of seeing him after he broke your heart...it was an impossible task.

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:))))))) @pinchofhoney <33

[italoniponic]

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Okay first off happy 1k cherry! You deserve it so much!! Your writing is so delectable I'm so happy you reached this big milestone! You are such a shining star and an amazing person, you're very talented and very sweet so im not that suprised that so many people like you and your work. I also hope that I'm here to see you reach more milestones like these in the future!

Number 2. I KNOW I LIKED THAT EVENT THING BUT IT DISSAPPEARED FROM MY LIKES AND I FORGOT ABOUT IT BY MISTAKE IM SO SORRY😭 (pando tysm for refreshing my memory)

may I pretty plz request your opinions on Chizuru Yoshida or Ayane Yano (from kimi no todoke) and if you dont mind I wanna also request character bingo with dear yulia's opinion on cater!

Thanks so much, Yako <3 your message was really sweet! I hope you can reach high grounds in the future too and we can both grow together, as blogs and ofc as people too. Lots of success for you too~ also don’t worry, I’m just happy with having your ask <3

I want to also communicate here that I felt like one bingo didn’t cover much my opinions, so I’ll be doing the one I mentioned in the event post alongside the unhinged bingo (just bc it’s really funny)

now, for Chizu-chan and Yano-chin~ [we get Cater later]

I want to adopt Chizuru and Yano is such a gem. It’s been a while since I last watched Kimi ni Todoke but I’m currently finishing reading the manga and, let me say, I was really (gladly) surprised since episode 1 that Chizuru and Yano would become such good friends for Sawako in all ways

Because they really start off as a bit absent minded and just like everybody, they didn’t get that Sawako was really gentle and not-scary at all, but the friendship that grows between the three of them and as the manga/anime flesh out their characters, you simply fall in love with them. 

I love how Chizu is this big tall delinquent-ish (without actually being one) with a big heart and 100% air head in everything lol she’s so precious <3 as for Yano, at the same time I didn’t think much about her previously (more bc she’s a very solid character and that’s enough for me), reading the manga helped me see more of her and discover a lot of development and growth that was really interesting. Her arc is very deep but so good!

In summary, I love them! Like Hanajima and Uotani from Fruits Basket, Chizuru and Yano are another iconic best supporting friends duo for our beloved protagonists <3

hold up, it’s Cay-kun time~~

Now, Yulia is an introvert and Cater is an extrovert. That alone sums up the situation they have lol While it’s true that Yulia is not so intimate of Cater as with other Heartslabyul boys (especially Deuce, Riddle and Trey), they have a normal acquaintance relationship and Cater treats Yulia like the little sister he never had: quiet and that don’t drives him crazy~

So in general they might not be besties~ but Cater likes Yulia’s presence in Heartslabyul and will try to spoil her a little bit (more like bribing her to help him take photos and eat at cafes so someone can dispose of the cute pies and cakes that he will never eat).

Yulia does know of Cater’s backstory and his inner sadness with all the personal stories she read about him previous to her isekai’d situation, and she relates to him about having to move out from where one was previously established a lot of times bc it happened to her too in her world. “He’s like me fr” — she cries a bit remembering it

But that’s how far and relatable Cater can be for her tho. Yulia senses really fast that Cater hides a lot of insecurities behind his facade and that his social-driven personality is very influenced by this problem too (at the same time, there’s a bit of truth in it). And yes, she will run away from having to go outside NRC in most cases bc she already dislikes interacting needlessly and going out really burns her out, so she has to be strong when Cater cries out that “it will be so fun to go shopping and see stuff!!~” and she denies. Sometimes too fast that it should be considered rude. 

Cater laughs at this, believe it or not. Maybe bc it reminds him of Idia and while Yulia is a bit more outspoken if measured next to Idia, she has most of his mannerisms and dislikes. Then again, Yulia’s quiet personality is something that Cater started to appreciate, especially next to the fact that he was surrounded by energetic girls like his older sisters. Also, Yulia has a sweet tooth, so Cater can always count on her to eat his leftovers from Unbirthday Parties when he couldn’t get Trey to change the flavor.

Yulia is not particularly someone who asks to eat something a second time but she is really, 100% thankful that Cater helps her out on that. 1) bc she doesn't need to ask for more herself, 2) her stomach is a black hole when it’s about cake and chocolate. 

In summary, Yulia gives a 6/10 for Cater in terms of good average relationship. No, she will not call him “Cay-kun” or “Cater-senpai” in a cute voice. All things considered, it would be easier to get her to say that than taking a picture together lol

[ijustwantagoodurl]

ERAZMUS MY MAN I'D LIKE SOME OF UR WISDOM...... i've been wanting 2 get into cdramas 4 a while now (especially the ykno.... 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ones) but idk where the hell to start </3

my extent of Consuming is just tgcf's donghua which i did like but i don't have the energy to continue onto the novel </3

Okay this turned out kinda long AJDH and sorry if this is a day or two late!! Im staying w fam and its a bit hard to find time to gush about cdramas ajdhdh BUT AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

YYY lets be real im Only watching the gay ones but if you're looking for het ones I've been meaning to watch Ashes of Love on Netflix? Its got an Excellent track called "the right hand refers to the moon" i think?? thats just. SO sexy

AND ONTO THE GAYS we've got the Untamed (Necromancer is repressed and somehow gets the devotion of jianghu's Hottest Bachelor, the ost is excellent for putting you in that world but tbh the album w all the character songs kinda sucks until you know the characters then it Slaps ofc) , Word of Honor (two men attempt to retire and adopt a son together, ost slaps and from what I can tell the album w character songs n such is alright) (which is also my current poison) Gaurdian (idk. Idk what to tell you theres a catboy and time shenanigans?? Also sexy masks ngl. The intro FUCKS) and if you want absolute garbage Advance Bravely (gong jun has nice hands/abs)

Most of my friends in cdrama fandoms rn started with the Untamed, but id suggest word of honor since its mostly fun and fluff until the end, there's a HAPPY ending, AND the set/crew really went off, its very easy to tell the characters apart which was something the untamed struggled with,, and also the WOH concert was fucking INSANEE. Plus its less than 40 episodes, the soundtrack/album FUCKS and have i mentioned this is my current insanity??

Untamed walked so Word of Honor could run, so pay the Untamed your respects!!!!! but I guess I'd suggest starting w either Word of Honor or Untamed. I don't have the patience to read the books but if you do then my friend @lingzhu keeps reading all the books somehow KSHDHD so go to them for advice??

There's a lot of cultural signals and stuff that westerners like me missed but people have been great about making meta!! Aksjd im not sure what made u think IM the source to come for on cdramas but thank u for your TRUST BESTIEEEE

And last thing, both Untamed/Word of Honor are /Wuxia/ dramas. Theres better sources on this but essentially (from my understanding) wuxia is this genre of magical realism, qi manipulation for example, and often shows the folly of Capitalism/Jianghu. /Jianghu/ is this idea of essentially the political world, sect leaders and their right hand men, the idea of like "the room where it happened" just. Big wig leaders making decisions somewhere.

again this got kinda long JSDHD but I love this shit SO so much its. NABDHDDB whatever u start LIVE BLOG IT i wanna see what u think 👀💖

ALSO I know there's lesbian ones out there and there was a movie length one doing its rounds a while back, but as a gay man I didn't get into that. If/when I find that lesbian show ill rb this with its name!! Any suggestions from my followers would be much appreciated!!

[arahxdjarin]

Get Some Sleep

The Rebel and The Mandalorian, Chapter 1

Mando finds you with a bounty, he takes you back to Peli's hanger on Tatooine to help patch up your wounds. He ends up hiring you on as crew, but you have a past of your own that you're trying to run from. Will the two of you stay together despite the secrets?

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Word Count: 9k

Tags: canon type violence, injuries, talks about past abuse, f!masturbation, m!masturbation, Din needs a hug, Reader needs a hug too

Notes: Hi besties!!! I'm reworking one of my earliest fics, I deleted it because I realized how many errors there were and I wanted to rework the plot again. I know this chapter is wildly long but it's a lot of story building, back stories etc. The rest of the Chapters won't be this long! I hope you guys enjoy <3 ily all!! Also a big shout out to @r0-laren

Warning: This work is going to have talks about past torture that reader endured, she has been put through so shit.

Next Chapter

Mando finally caught wind of the bounty he was tasked with hunting. He didn’t think Tatooine had many places to hide but this bounty obviously has some kind of vast knowledge of Mos Eisley. He walks up to what looks like an abandoned building, it has multiple holes and burn marks from blasters and blunt force burned into the decaying exterior. He pushes the crumbling metal door open and watches as it all but disintegrates straight from the hinges.

The building looks empty to the naked eye, but his helmet is picking up two sets of footprints and two heat signatures. He heads deeper into the dark building, his fingers twitching over the blaster at his side. It's times like this he's grateful to have acquaintances like Peli. He doesn't want the kid to be anywhere near this vile, disgusting, wasteland. His foot hits a few empty glass bottles that litter the dust covered floor, they fall with a loud crash, causing him to cringe.

“Fuck” Mando whispers, if the residents of this shithole didn’t know he was there already, they definitely did now.

There’s movement from across the room, someone shuffles to their feet from behind a bar top with a grunt, pointing an old blaster directly at Mando. The empty bottles are obviously his, a bender from the previous day probably. He turns and shoots the man in the arm that’s holding the blaster and then again in the chest when the man hardly stumbles from the first shot.

Mando crosses the room, identifying the man as the bounty he’s supposed to bring in. Thankfully, the guild didn’t care if he was brought in dead or alive, they just needed him to be brought in. Mando kicks the man onto his side so he can cuff him and that’s when he notices you.

You lay unconscious right behind where the bounty had fallen, you're covered in bruises, dirt and dried blood, it's very obvious you've been beaten. Your hands are tied to a pole sticking out of the ground. Mando curses under his breath again, there's no way he'll be able to leave you here while you're hurt and helpless. He pulls the bounty up and ties a rope between the guys cuffs then Mando attaches it to his belt, he’ll have to drag the guy back to Peli’s.

Mando lifts you as gently as he can, slinging you over his shoulder and leaves the abandoned building to make his way back to Peli’s hanger. He arrives at the familiar location just before dawn. Mando sets you down onto the ground in front of the Razor Crest before opening the hull to put the bounty into a carbonite chamber.

When he comes back down the hull you’re beginning to regain consciousness, your body shaking, fighting to sit up.

“Where am I, who are you?” Your voice comes out shaky, he can tell how disoriented and frightened you are.

“You’re in a hanger on the other side of Mos Eisley.” Mando makes sure to stay a few steps away from you, even in this state, you seem feral and ready to strike given the chance.

“Where’s Kar at? Did he sell me to you?” There was venom dripping from every word, your face twisting into a deep frown.

“He’s frozen in carbonite, and no.” Mando cocks his head to the side, trying to figure why the dead man would sell you. You bring your injured arm to your face, wincing when you take in just how bad the damage is.

“You’re a bounty hunter? Good, hopefully that fucking bastard rots in jail, why did you take me though? You didn’t have to.” Your face contorts into a grimace, you start to wheeze in between words, He’s sure your injuries are causing you severe pain.

“Let me look at your wounds, they must be extensive, I have some bacta.” Mando walks back up the hull to grab the med kit. He must be right about your wounds because you don’t try to protest or run from him when he approaches with the bacta and med kit.

“Don’t waste your bacta on me, that shit is like gold. You said we’re in Mos Eisley? Kar must have had me drugged for a while. The last planet I remember is Corellia. Is he really going to jail?” Your voice breaks with your last question, Mando can’t tell if you’re excited or upset.

Mando kneels down to look at your injuries, you have a large burn that covers most of your upper right thigh, a nasty bruise that runs all the way across your abdomen and a large open wound on your left forearm as well as other small cuts and bruises scattered across your entire body. Mando frowns, you’re definitely going to need bacta to heal these properly. Why would you tell him to not waste it?

“I’m using the bacta, your wounds are bad. And he's dead, so probably not jail. Was he your boyfriend or something?” Mando can’t resist asking, he’s curious about you. You scoff loudly at his accusation.

“No, Kar kidnapped me about 3 years ago from Imperials. Once he realized I was a mechanic and a pilot he wouldn’t let me leave, the only reason I’m this beat up is because I tried to escape. I ripped the tracker out of my arm. He usually kept me pretty drugged unless he needed me to fix something, but on Corellia,” You pause to wince, your breath coming out really shallow. Mando gives you a second to rest before you continue. “I was coherent enough to take a knife to my arm and rip the tracker out. I was hoping I’d be able to escape on a freighter. Must have caught me, probably why he brought me to Tatooine. It’s the only place you can still purchase embedded tracking devices.” You close your eyes, your shoulders slumping a bit as he applies some bacta to the wound on your arm. Mando nods while he continues working on your larger wounds. You hiss when his hand touches your thigh to apply the bacta to the burn, but you immediately relax when the healing properties take effect.

He can't believe you're still alive after being a prisoner to someone for 3 years. He wants to ask why you were with Imperials but decides against saying anything. He instead works in silence to bandage your wounds. It seems like you’re tired of talking as well. You stay quiet as he continues wrapping cloth around the wound on your leg, you’re almost completely patched up when Mando hears the familiar voice of Peli.

“Mando, who is this? My hanger isn’t a med bay you know.” Mando looks over to the woman with wild hair who’s holding onto the child protectively. Her eyes move between Mando and you trying to access the threat level. It is a sight to see, you’re wearing old clothes that are ripped to shreds, your entire body covered in blood, dirt and old oil. While Mando kneels at your side wrapping your exposed thigh with bandages.

“She was with the bounty, I couldn't leave her to die.” Mando says, going back to wrapping your wound.

“Well make sure you finish up quickly.” Peli tries to hold onto the kid but he’s wiggling in her arms trying to get loose. Fighting to be put down to come over and check out the new person being introduced. Mando looks down at you and sees your eyes are trained on the kid too. He worries you may actually be a threat.

“Thank you for letting the Mandalorian patch up my wounds here, I promise I’ll be on my way shortly, I’m a mechanic as well and would be very upset if I saw this happening in my own hanger.” You peel your eyes off the kid to offer Peli a bright smile.

Peli smiles back at, realizing you aren’t dangerous, she always says she’s an excellent judge of character. She walks closer to Mando who just finished wrapping your thigh. Peli shoves the kid into his arms as he stands and then kneels down to help you up.

“You’re a mechanic? How’d you get yourself wrapped up with one of his bounties?” She points her thumb back to where Mando is standing. Peli steadies you with one of her arms under your elbow, helping you walk away from Mando and the kid. He tries to calm the kid down, the little womp rat is still trying to break loose, it seems like he wants to greet you.

You smile again, “A very long story, Peli.” You turn to look at Mando who’s now fighting to calm down the small green ball of energy. A battle he seems to be losing as the kid squirms in his arms so much he almost drops him.

“Thank you again, I’ll be on my way now.” You give them both a short nod before turning to walk away, you stumble and limp, holding your injured arm against the bruise on your stomach. Both Peli and Mando can hear you wheezing for air as you try to walk away.

“Wait, you said you’re a mechanic right? Well shiny here needs one, maybe he can hire you on as crew, I’m sure you don’t have many credits, probably isn’t safe for you to head back out there with nothing, plus you’re still injured.”  Peli calls after you. She puts her hands on her hips and smiles, shooting Mando a wink.

Mando stares at Peli, not believing she’d offer something like that, it isn't her place even if she is right about him needing a mechanic.

“Uh- my ship is pre-imperial, you’re probably too young to know how to work on it.” He says awkwardly. He’s angry Peli put him in this situation. She’s right about needing a mechanic and you’re definitely too injured to venture out on your own but he never hired crews. He always does everything on his own.

You roll your eyes at him, “I can assure you I am well versed in pre-imperial machinery, especially ships. Thank you Peli for the offer, but I don’t think the Mandalorian would appreciate me taking an offer that wasn’t yours to give.” You lean against the wall of the hanger, obviously trying to support your weight off your bad leg. Mando frowns under the helmet and lets out a defeated sigh.

“Peli is right, I could use a mechanic and a pilot, we leave in 20 minutes.” Mando turns to move up the hull of the Crest with the kid in tow. He hears Peli’s laugh in the distance as he grumbles to himself.

****

You’re sitting in the co-pilot chair in the cockpit of the Crest fiddling with the jumpsuit Peli generously let you have to replace your horribly torn up clothes. You didn’t want to take the Mandalorian up on his offer but you needed to get off Tatooine, and he offered you 8% of his earnings from here until he returns to the guild to drop off his bounties just for keeping his ship in order. From what he said there were still 3 bounties to hunt.

The Mandalorian and you have been sitting in silence for a couple hours, the small green child is asleep in a floating pram next to the pilot’s chair. You didn’t want to break the nice silence but you had questions.

“So is the kid your son?” You ask, turning your head slightly to gauge whether the question you asked was too personal.

The Mandalorian sighs, “No, he’s my foundling, I’m trying to find his people.” The Mandalorian turns in his seat, you nod your head as he looks at you.

“Should I keep calling you the Mandalorian? Do you and the kid have names?” The Mandalorian pauses before answering. “You can call me Mando, it's not my name but it is what everyone calls me, as for the kid I have no idea, if you haven’t noticed he doesn’t speak much.” You let out a small laugh at that and turn your head to watch the planets and stars whip by you in blurred lines. Mando and you fall back into silence and it’s him who breaks the silence this time.

“Why were you with Imps?” You laugh, but turn it into a cough when you see Mando’s shoulders tense up.

“An even longer story than the Kar one, I was part of the Rebellion. A pilot, I was taken prisoner by them. They kept me prisoner until Kar kidnapped me.” You turn back to look at Mando, he’s looking at you and his entire upper body is turned to face you. He doesn’t say anything, just nods and turns back around. You didn’t tell him the entire story but he doesn’t need to know that. He stands up quickly after another short silence.

“I’m going to go rest, you should try too. There’s probably an extra blanket with the med kits, next planet we stop on I can get you some supplies.” He leaves the cockpit pit and takes the child with him. You sigh, and get up gently. Your body is still sore from your injuries, even breathing has proven to be difficult.

Instead of resting you decide to look over the control panels and learn some of the codes for the Razor Crest, you weren’t lying when you told Mando you knew a lot about pre-Imperial machinery. You just haven’t been around any for a couple years. You’re elbow deep in a control panel fixing some frayed wires when gloved hands pull you up by your shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Mando asks, his modulated voice fills with irritation. His fingers dig into your shoulders. You wince from the strong grip he has on them. You frown at him, both from pain and confusion.

“I was doing what you hired me to do, the wires in this control panel are frayed and dangerous, I was cleaning them up, I’m sorry?” You say the last part as a question because you aren’t entirely sure why he is upset. Mando sighs and loosens his grip on your shoulders. His warm hands cover your shoulders for another moment before he finally drops his hands back at his sides.

“You’re hurt, you need rest.” His voice still sounds angry, you don't really think he’s upset that you aren’t resting, it seems like he’s upset because you’re touching his ship. Which is something he’ll have to get used to, since he hired you to be the ship's mechanic.

“I don’t really sleep, once you’ve been a prisoner for as long as I have, you kind of just learn to stay alert.” You put your hand on your hip and look up at him, he’s still wearing his armor. It doesn’t look like he was resting either.

“You aren’t a prisoner anymore, you don’t have to be alert all the time.” He thrusts a blanket into your arms and turns to climb down the ladder. He looks back at you, “Get some rest, we’ll be at our next destination in a few hours.” And with that he disappears down the ladder.

“Easier said than done.” You mumble under your breath taking the blanket and wrapping it around your shoulders. You usually didn’t sleep, it wasn’t just because you were a prisoner though, you’re just cursed by nightmares whenever your eyes closed. You try to take his advice though, even if you just rest your body.

You lean back against the chair, your body immediately relaxing into it. Your eyes flutter close and you breathe in the scent of the blanket. It doesn’t smell like a med kit blanket. It’s more homey than that, like old leather and some kind of spice. It smells like someone’s personal blanket, realizing that this must be the blanket Mando sleeps with. It makes you feel warm and safe, helping you fall into restless sleep.

The second you fall unconscious your own screams of terror fill your brain. The soft hum of a lightsaber near your sweat covered body makes your dream self cringe. The pain of the torture, searing your skin as if you're still strapped to the table.

You wake with a start, breathing erratically, and covered in sweat. The second you shoot up, an all too familiar and uncomfortable pain starts to ache in your abdomen where your bruises are. You groan into your hands and curse the Mandalorian. This is why you don’t sleep, nightmares. Nightmares of the man with the red lightsaber, torturing you to give in to the evil you swore to eliminate. You stand and let the blanket fall from your shoulders. You aren’t sure how long you slept for but you're guessing it couldn’t have been long since the ship is still quiet.

You go down the ladder that leads out of the cockpit and into the rest of the ship. Wanting to explore the hull of the Crest, you notice a few blast doors and assume one of them has to be the refresher, you take a guess, and open the door further to your left. It wasn’t the refresher, it’s the armory, the room is half the size of the cockpit and filled with weapons. You quickly close the door, not wanting to be found in front of Mando’s armory thinking back to how he reacted to you fixing simple wires. The next door you tried was the correct one, the refresher’s door opens to a small room, smaller than the armory. It has exactly what you’re in need of though, a shower.

You close the refresher door and immediately strip out of your jumpsuit, your hand lingering on the old healed scars that paint your sternum and abdomen. You let your hands roam to your fresh wounds and quickly unwrap the bandages and get into the shower. Not wanting to dwell on how disformed your body must look with the new scars covering your body.

The water is weak and slightly cold but it still feels amazing against your skin. Kar rarely ever afforded you the luxury to an actual shower. You sit under the water for a while before actually washing yourself, you just want to enjoy the feeling of water against your body. You find a simple soap bar, it’s probably Mando’s. You aren’t sure how he’ll feel about you sharing a soap bar with him but at the moment you don’t care. You just want to rid your body and hair of the dirt, blood and grime from the previous weeks. You end your shower after washing yourself off, not wanting the noise to wake Mando or the child up. You get out of the shower and decide to air dry. You look back down at the wounds on your leg and forearm, both are healing quickly thanks to the bacta that Mando applied. One or two more applications and your skin will almost be as good as new.

Your fingers find the bruise that's on your abdomen and you lightly touching it. Your mind goes to Kar kicking it repeatedly for ripping the tracker out of your arm, you’re grateful Mando found you before he could put another one in. You put your jumpsuit back on and leave the fresher only to run into the wall of armor that is Mando. You let out a groan as you bounce off him and back into the door of the refresher. He grabs your arms gently and helps you steady yourself.

“I need to redress your wounds.” Is all he says before letting you go and walking to the med kits on the wall. You sit on a crate and unzip your jumpsuit to show the wound on your thigh, grateful that you still have some kind of under clothing on to cover your crotch. Mando walks back to you with the supplies, if he was surprised to see the bare skin of your thighs he doesn’t show it. He kneels in front of you again and gently pulls up the sleeve on your left arm, he applies more bacta and wraps it up in the same kind of cloth bandaging as before. He works quickly, moving onto your thigh to do the same thing.

“How did he burn you?” Mando asks, as he focuses on applying a generous amount of bacta to your thigh. The question was simple but you still hesitate before answering.

“Kar would shoot his blaster a bunch and then put the hot barrel onto my skin, he did it whenever he got too drunk, I’m assuming he was drunk the night you killed him.” Mando tenses at your answer, his hands balling into fists around the cloth bandage he holds. You want to soothe him, tell him you’re ok but in reality it’s a pretty fucked up thing to do to a person. Especially considering you weren’t conscious the night Mando rescued you. Mando continues to work in silence cleaning and redressing your wound. He took his gloves off this time and you could see his large hands moving over your body as he worked, the muscles and veins moving under his tanned skin. It’s been so many years since you felt a touch so gentle, it almost makes you hum.

Mando’s hands move to your abdomen, he feels around a bit and asks if it hurts more today, you shake your head ‘no’ in reply, not trusting your voice. Once he’s done with checking your wounds, he stands up, putting his gloves back on. He gives you one nod and leaves to the cockpit.

He leaves the child down in the hull with you, the little guy immediately smiles and waddles your way, you return the smile and greet him.

“Hey buddy, you’re pretty cute aren’t you.” You rub your finger on his large ear, which earns you a cute giggle-like sound from the small creature. He grabs your finger, staring directly into your eyes. You can tell he feels safe with you. Another smile forms on your lips as you stand from the crate, scooping the small child into your arms, you start to make noises at him to get him to giggle again. You aren’t sure how long you hang out with the kid but Mando’s voice startles you when he speaks.

“He likes you, that’s good, I’m going to leave him with you while I hunt. Safer for him that way.” You look over to where he stands against the wall of the hull, arms crossed over his chest.

“Oh boy, I get to be the babysitter?” You realize it came off more mean than sarcastic. “Sorry I didn’t mean for that to sound so bad, of course I’ll watch the little guy, do you mind if I work on some mechanical things while you’re gone or are you gonna yell at me again?” You raise an eyebrow as you shift the kid to your hip.

Mando sighs and pushes off the wall, he walks over to you and the kid. He’s so close to you, his chest armor almost brushing against your arm. You can even smell the same scent that's on the blanket you used a few hours ago. He brushes his finger against the top of the kids head. He turns his helmet to look at you as he speaks.

“Work on the control panel and maybe the hyperdrive too, if you have time.” He turns back around and walks towards the ramp that leads out of the hull. He slings a large ambien gun over his shoulder and stops half way down the ramp before speaking again.

“I should be back within a day, there’s food next to the med kits, I’ll bring back supplies for you.” With that he walks off into the dark of a mysterious planet. You clutch the kid closer to your side as the ramp ascends closing off the outside world from you and the kid, you smile down at him.

“Well, let's eat some food, huh kid, how does that sound?” You aren’t sure if you imagine it but his ears perk up the second you say food.

A few hours pass after the Mandalorian leaves, the kid falls back asleep in his little pram shortly after tearing through 2 ration packets. You start back up on the wires you were working on before you had fallen asleep after you settle the kid down. You’re able to fix them quickly and then you turn your attention towards the panel that the hyperdrive is in.

After hours of work, the cockpit gets blistering hot prompting you to remove the top of your jumpsuit. Leaving yourself in a tight tank top Peli gave you to go under it. You tie the arms of the jumpsuit around your waist to make sure the pants portion of them stay put. You continue to work on the hyperdrive for a few more hours, before finding the source of the issue. Whoever put the compressor on this power converter did a piss poor job of it, the compressor was limiting the hyperdrive from moving smoothly and efficiently through space. You completely remove the bad component and get to work on fixing it. Once you finish that you stand back and smile at the work you did, it has been a while since you got to work on a ship of your own volition without being forced to do it for others. You had come to miss it.

You wipe your hand against your forehead, stopping the sweat that’s forming there from getting into your eyes. You rest your arms on your hips. Letting yourself catch your breath in the sweltering heat. A large hand covers your shoulder and nearly makes you jump out of your skin. You grab it without thinking and flip the person over your body, causing them to land against the floor of the cockpit with a loud thump. It was only then you realize the person who grabbed you was in fact Mando.

He groans from the floor. Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth in shock, as he sits up and cracks his neck.

“I’m so sorry Mando, I was so focused on fixing this fucked up compressor I didn’t even hear you come into the ship.” You stare at Mando who’s now standing to his feet rubbing his back. He leans back and lets out another groan as his back cracks, oh yeah, he’s definitely angry.

“It’s fine, I didn’t realize you had combat experience. I'll keep that in mind the next time I sneak up on you.” He chuckles while rolling out his shoulder.

“In my defense you said you’d be gone for an entire day, it has only been like 12 hours.” He looks at you for a little too long, you finally look down and realize your jumpsuit is still tied at your waist. Your white under shirt is sticking to you with sweat and your nipples are starting to peek through the thin material. You quickly turn and your body heats further with embarrassment. You work to untie the arms and gather your jumpsuit back around your shoulders. You zip it up and make sure it’s secure before turning around. You feel more blood rushing to your cheeks as Mando’s helmet goes from looking at your chest to looking at your face.

“I’m sorry, it got really hot in here while I was working.” You decide to stare at his boots instead of looking up into his helmet, you’re thoroughly embarrassed.

“What did you say about a fucked up compressor?” He says, changing the subject.

“Oh yeah, someone put the compressor into the hyperdrive wrong it was fucking with the power converter which is why the Crest has been lagging so much while jumping into hyperspace lately, the compressor was working against the converter not with it.” You turn your attention back to the hyperdrive and close the panel off with a thin piece of metal that matches the ship’s walls.

“I was the one who put the compressor in, I didn’t realize I did it wrong.” His deep modulated voice says behind you. Your shoulders tense, Maker, you really have it out to piss him off today.

“Thanks for catching it. The bounty came willingly. I got your supplies as well.” Your stomach flips at the small praise he gives you, turning around and giving him a nod. You finally give him a once over, he looks the same as always but he does have dried mud covering most of his armor.

“I’ll get the coordinates to the next bounty into the flight computer, you should go take a shower.” He gives you one last look before descending the ladder to the hull.

“Mando, wait.” His helmet pops back up into the cockpit and turns to look at you.

“Thanks for getting me stuff. And sorry for uh, you know.” You avert your eyes to the wall, still feeling bad for hurting him. He doesn’t say anything and leaves the cockpit again.

You stay in the cockpit for another few minutes before you realize the kid was probably up now, and hungry. You walk down the ladder and cross to where you left him in his pram. Noises from the refresher stop you in your tracks. You hear the shower running, as well as deep sounds coming from Mando. You walk closer to the door to hear what was happening, you hear him moan. He says something but it’s too muffled to make out exactly what he says, he grunts one last time and then it’s quiet except for the sounds of water hitting the floor.

Your eyes go wide, as your whole body goes warm once you realize what he was doing. You walk away from the door, your breathing heavier than it should be. That was such a personal moment that you just listened in on. But was Mando touching himself to the thought of you? That couldn’t possibly be the case, you tell yourself. You’re pretty sure he doesn’t even like you. He did stare at your chest earlier though, and the thought of him staring at you did turn you on. Sex wasn’t something you had even thought about in the past years. And now wasn't a good time to start thinking about it either.

The cooing sounds of the kid brings you out of your thoughts, you walk over to him and pick him up with a smile on your flushed face.

***

Mando doesn’t know what comes over him in the shower. He’s usually so well composed, but watching you breathe heavily after flipping him over your body, your nipples pressing tight against the thin material of your white under shirt, it did something for him. He needs release, he thinks about what you would look like on top of him, blindfolded riding his cock. How you would sound begging for him to rub his fingers against your clit. He thinks about how hard he can fuck himself into you.

His hand moves quickly over his cock at the dirty thoughts. His other arm is bracing himself against the wall of the shower, the shower you were in only a few hours ago. He lays his head on shower wall and curses under his breath. His thoughts quickly change to how fucking pretty you would look in this shower on your knees, getting soaked and waiting for him to shove his cock down your eager throat. Mando fists his cock faster, moaning out your name. He thinks about what it would be like to taste you, how sweet you must be. He comes with your phantom taste on his tongue and lets out a groan, knowing he’s being too loud.

He leans against the shower wall, breathing deeply, riding out the high. Mando rinses off letting his shame wash over him before getting out of the shower, his post orgasm guilt gnawing at him for what he just did. He feels wrong for thinking of you like that. He barely knows you but all he’s wants to do is rip that stupid jumpsuit off you and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Mando shakes the thought out of his head and gets redressed.

He doesn’t put the beskar back on, just his helmet and regular clothing. He leaves the refresher to see you standing next to the supplies he brought back and notices you've changed into a cream tunic and long pants, he had to guess your sizing but it seems like he guessed fairly well. You’re holding the baby, feeding him one of the rations he picked up. The little guy’s face is completely covered in crumbs.

He tenses when you turn to look at him, more guilt washing over him as you smile innocently. He just hopes he wasn’t loud enough for you to hear.

“Hey look kid, he’s out of the shower, yeah, yes he is. You can hang out with him now and pull at his clothes, instead of pulling at my hair.” You smile down at the kid and bounce him in your arms. He smiles back at you, letting out a little coo while reaching up to grab at your hair as if he’s emphasizing your point. He relaxes at that, you’ve been busy with the kid. You didn’t hear him. You bring the kid over, Mando holds his arms out to take the baby from you. He runs an ungloved finger over the kids head, he gives another little coo of approval. It seems he’s happy Mando is back. You give them a smile which you drop quickly, your mouth forms a small frown, your eyes look him over a few times and your eyebrows furrow as your finger points at his clothing.

“Where’s your armor?” Mando looks down at himself. He had taken the armor off feeling comfortable enough around you to leave himself vulnerable.

“I’m allowed to take it off, Beskar can be uncomfortable sometimes. I trust you enough to not to murder me on my own ship.” Mando shifts his weight uncomfortably, he isn’t used to having to explain himself. A smirk with a hint of mischief in it stretches across your face.

“I don’t know about that one Mando, I totally beat you up in the cockpit a few hours ago.” Your fist brushes against his arm in a playful, friendly way but the way his pants tighten doesn’t feel friendly. He shakes his head and decides to change the subject.

“Where’s the nav taking us next?” Your face drops at his dismissal of your comment.

“Cantonica, we should be there in about 4 standard hours.” As you say that the Crest rocks and jolts forward, Mando reaches out an arm to steady you from falling. You swear under your breath and immediately shoot up to the cockpit. He follows closely behind you, towing the kid up the ladder with him.

“Why did we drop out of hyperspace, what’s happening?” Mando stares at you through his helmet watching you open the hyperdrive panel. From the look on your face he knows something’s really wrong.

“Uh I can’t be sure but I think the converter just overheated and fried the entire circuit.” You look back at him over your shoulder, your expression filled with stress and he watches as you nervously bite your lip.

“Mando there’s no way for me to fix this without us landing the Crest, we’re gonna have to coast to Cantonica without any help from the hyperdrive.” Mando lets out a frustrated sigh and sets the kid down in his pram. He protests some but after Mando places a firm hand on his head, the kid seems to understand that he needs to stay put.

“I thought you said you fixed the hyperdrive, made it even better.” Mando’s angry, without using hyperspace to travel. The trip to Cantonica was going to take an extra week, which meant a week of not being able to do his job. You’ve already moved to the pilot’s chair, your fingers working over the nav control system, typing in different codes. Your eyebrows pull together in concentration and your teeth still nibble on the skin of your lower lip. Mando thinks about it, a week alone with you could either be torture or heaven. He decides quickly it’ll probably be both.

“I found a planet we could stop at on our way to Cantonica, we could pull into a hanger space and I could have the new part and the hyperdrive up and working in 6 hours, the planet is in the same system as Cantonica. It's only one system away from us right now. It could cut our travel time significantly.” Mando isn’t sure if you didn’t hear his rude comment or decided to not address it, either way he moved on.

“What Planet?” Mando has to be careful when it comes to random stops, making sure to never run into rangers from the New Republic, or the Imperials.

“Dantooine.” You look up from the controls, you have a wide-eyed expression on your face, it seems like you want to go to Dantooine less than Mando does.

“No” Mando says shortly, “We’ll have to just coast to Cantonica. We can’t stop on Dantooine.”

You sigh, “Mando, this will be our only chance of getting the part to fix the hyperdrive before we get to Cantonica, it’d shorten the trip by 3 days, are you sure you don’t want to stop?” You look like you’re almost pleading with him to say no again. He isn’t sure why you’re even making a case to stop there since you seem so opposed to the idea of Dantooine.

Mando shakes his head, placing his hands on his hips. “No, we can’t, I can’t be on Dantooine, too many New Republic rangers, I may or may not have a couple dozen warrants for my arrest, I’m not taking that chance.” Mando turns around to leave the cockpit but still notices the breath of air you let go in relief.

“Ok, I’ll route us to Cantonica without using hyperdrive, this trip should take us about 6 days.” You say quietly. He leaves you to type in the coordinates on the flight computer. Mando’s actually grateful to have you controlling the Crest because it’s been far too long since he’s had to use the manual controls on the ship for sub-lightspeed travel. He’s still gambling taking this route instead, light speed traveling is one of the only things keeping him safe. The Crest’s signal is blocked so as long as the ship flies under the radar of patrolling Rangers he assumes you’ll be fine.

He starts walking down the ladder when he hears you mumble that you’re sorry for messing up. Mando’s chest tightens, he wants to tell you it wasn’t your fault but instead he makes his way to the supplies. He grabbed as much as he could on Felucia, which will come in handy during this journey. He counts out the food rations he acquired, they have more than enough to get them to Cantonica even with how much the kid eats. Mando shakes his head thinking about how the little guy can put back full on frogs, he isn’t sure where any of it goes. He’s so small. He starts to pack the food rations away, next to the med kits and water supply, deciding to clean up the ship a bit since now he has nothing but time. He takes the blanket, pillow and clothes he bought you and puts it in a nook of the hull, it looks comfortable enough. More comfortable than the chair you slept in that’s for sure, he’s slept in those chairs before, they fucking suck.

After he puts all the supplies away he goes to his cot, it wasn’t much but it was something to sleep in, he keeps it tucked away in a small room next to the refresher. His blanket is back on the cot which means you not only put it back but also knew he had given you his own blanket to use. Mando lays down on the cot with his arms tucked behind his head. He isn’t sure how long he stares at the ceiling for but he decides instead of doing a whole lot of nothing he can at least bring you and the kid something to eat. He heads back up the ladder to find you slumped in the pilot’s chair. He gently shakes your shoulder, you shoot awake and scream out something about a red man. Your shoulders and chest are falling heavily with your ragged breath, your eyes find Mando’s visor and calm at the sight of it.

“Sorry, I- that’s what I meant when I don’t sleep.” You look out the transparisteel to the planets and stars moving around the Crest.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you up, I just wanted to bring you some food. I’m sure you’re hungry.” Mando hands you a package ration. You thank him with a small smile.

“The kid fell back asleep, I don’t know if you want to wake him up to eat.” You open the ration package and begin eating it quickly.

“No that's ok, he eats so much he can miss out on one snack.” Mando sits in the co-pilot chair and watches as you eat.

“Yeah, I thought maybe you just didn’t feed him but holy bantha can that kid eat, must be a growing boy.” You hold a hand over your mouth as you laugh. Mando joins you and lets out a small chuckle.  You finish the package of rations and relax back into the chair. Mando looks over at the sleeping form in the floating pram and watches the small child’s chest rise and fall.

“Yeah, I think he is, I’m supposed to bring him back to his people, the Jedi, I don’t know if they eat a lot or if it’s just him.” Mando looks back at you, your entire body tenses. Your face is filled with pain and you look scared.

“Hey is everything ok? Are you in pain?” Mando moves to touch your arm but you stand up quickly and back away from him, he notices your hands are shaking.

“I think I’m going to go lay down in the hull, I saw you bought me a blanket. Thank you.” You move down the ladder into the hull quickly, leaving Mando confused about your sudden outburst, did he say something? He looks at the chair you were just sitting in, trying to figure out what he had said that made you so upset. it seemed like you were both getting along until he mentioned the Jedi. He isn’t sure what he did to make you that upset, but he feels bad. He wants to apologize but decides maybe it better to just give you space instead.

***

The words keep turning over in your head as you lay on the cold floor of the hull.

“ The Jedi, the Jedi, the Jedi, the Jedi.” You press the heels of your hands against your eyes as hard as you can trying to force the words out of your mind. You know you won’t be able to sleep but you needed to get away from Mando before he started to ask more questions. You don’t want to tell him about your past, you never want to tell anyone. You want to forget about it yourself. You lay on the floor for a while longer before you hear Mando’s footsteps coming down the ladder. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him. Ready to apologize for leaving the cockpit the way you did. He turns and heads straight for the med kits.

“I need to change your bandages.” Mando stops at your feet, his helmet cocks to the side looking down at you.

You sigh deeply before getting up and sitting on the crate you sat on before. Mando grabs your forearm, the heat of his skin feels amazing on your own. The rough pads of his fingers run gently along the angry pink scar forming where your tracker used to be. The bacta is working wonders, it’s still there but it hardly hurts. Come to think of it, the only injury that still hurts is the bruise on your abdomen. Mando moves to touch your thigh, once again, you’re grateful for the long tunic you had changed into. You hook your thumbs in the waistline of the pants and tug them down, to give Mando access to work on your burn. His hands feels even better on your thigh and your mind roams back to what you heard coming from the refresher earlier today. Your breath hitches in your throat, Mando’s attention turns from your thigh to your face

“Is this ok? I’m not hurting you am I?” You shake your head no, not trusting your voice to come out even. Mando turns his attention back to his hand rubbing the bacta on your thigh, his other hand grabs the inside of your thigh to turn it so he can get a better look. You let out a little whimper and his helmet whips up to look at you again.

“Sorry, it’s still a little sore I guess.” You shrug your shoulders and bite your lip as you lie through your teeth hoping he doesn’t catch how breathy your voice sounds. He applies the bandage to your thigh and then stands up. Allowing you room to pull your pants back on over your hips. You stand up, your chest almost brushing against his. His hands move back to touch you, bunching up the tunic, excitement bursts through your veins before you realize he’s just checking the bruise on your abdomen. His fingers brush across it gently and it leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“How does your bruise feel? Your other wounds look ok but I’ve noticed you wincing a lot while breathing or moving.” Your face gets warm at that thought, he pays close enough attention to you to see those small movements. His hand stops at the large, angry scar next to the bruises. You quickly put your hand over his, ripping it away from your skin. You lower your tunic back down and try to hide it from his view, that scar is just your past painted on your skin. He pulls his hand back, dropping it back to his waist.

“I’m ok, it’ll heal in time. It feels better than it did earlier, thank you again for helping me.” You say the words quickly and hope he won’t point out the scar. You finally look up at him. He gives a quick nod before turning his helmet to the small bed you made in the corner of the hull.

“You can go lay back down if you want, the kid’s still asleep. I'm also going to lay down for a while. We have a long way till Cantonica.” You let out a breath, grateful he didn’t bring up the scar. He moves back towards his cot and disappears behind the door. You decide to lay back down hoping that maybe you can get a few restful hours without nightmares.

Sleep never comes, you stare at the hull for a couple of hours just thinking, you hear Mando’s door open and then the refresher door and finally the shower. Your entire body gets warm at the thought of his last shower. He was moaning so loudly, you think about what he looks like under the helmet, how his face looks when he’s rubbing his cock. Your hand mindlessly moves between your thighs. You aren’t a stranger to sex or masturbation. You just haven’t gotten the chance to practice either for the past 5 years. Your fingers start to move around your entrance and you almost gasp at how wet you are. You move your fingers back towards your clit wishing it was his hand instead of yours.

You think about how his hands feel on your thigh, how the rough pads of his fingers would feel against your clit. You bite your arm to keep from moaning. Your fingers move faster thinking about how it would feel to be fucked by him. You haven’t been fucked since you were a part of the rebellion, and even then it was never any good. You bet Mando can make you feel good. The thought of his lips against your body makes your fingers move faster, your hips bucking up trying to get more friction. You stifle another small moan before it could leave your lips. You’re getting so close to release, feel it building deep inside you, five years overdue. Your hips start moving in rhythm with your fingers and the sweet familiar heat starts to lick up your body. You bite into your arm wishing it was Mando’s shoulder instead.

“What are you doing?” The voice startles you out of your thoughts, your thighs clamp close over your hand. You look up to see Mando standing at the foot of your small bed, staring down at you with his hands on his hips, like he just caught a small child stealing candy.

No-Nothing.” Your voice comes out barely above a whisper, your heart beating wildly in your chest. You can’t believe you just got caught in the act. Mando drops to his knees in front of you.

”Really because from where I’m standing it doesn’t seem like nothing.” His voice seems deeper than usual, you try to catch your breath and pull your hand out from your pants.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just laying down.” Mando rips the blanket off of you and stares down the hand that’s still moving out of your pants.

“You were touching yourself.” He doesn't pose it as a question, just a simple statement. His helmet drags it’s gaze up from the scene in front of him to look at your face. Your cheeks heat with the accusation. “Well don’t stop on my account, keep going.” Mando stares back down at your hand in the waistband of your pants. Your breath gets stuck in your throat. His words send shock waves of pleasure through your body. You continue to stare at him though, too confused to move.

“It sounded like you were close, I want to see you come.” Mando shifts back on his legs, getting a better view of your body. You move your hand back into your pants and your fingers find you clit easily. You refuse to look away from Mando’s helmet.

“D-Do you want me to take my pants off?” You ask while slowly moving your fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Mando shakes his head, “No I want you to do exactly what you were doing before, I just want to see the look on your face when you come.” He moves like he’s going to touch your legs but decides against it. He puts his hands back on his thighs and just watches as you get yourself off. Your head lolls to the side as your orgasm comes back into view. Your fingers move back to your entrance, teasing yourself to prolong this moment as long as possible. You quickly fall into the pace from before, chasing your release.

“What are you thinking about, tell me.” Mando cocks his head to the side, his hand now pressing against the large bulge in his pants.

“You, I was thinking about how your hands feel on my skin.” There’s no time to be embarrassed when an orgasm is close in your future. Your hand moves quicker against your clit now, knowing he’s touching himself. It only turns you on more. You want nothing more than to come for him right now. Mando hums at your response. “I heard you in the shower earlier, moaning, I was thinking of that too, thinking of you touching yourself.” Your confession makes his hand pause over his bulge for a split second before he continues and mumbles out something in a different language.

Your release was on the edge, your fingers moving quickly as your chest rises up and down. Your eyes move down his chest to look at the way his hand moves over his pants rubbing his cock, while watching you masturbate.

“I was thinking of you on your knees in the shower, your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.” His voice is breathy even through the modulator and his hand finally moves out to touch the inside of your thigh.

“Fuck Mando I’m gonna-“ His touch on your thigh is all it takes to push you over the edge. Your hips buck up into your hand and your eyes roll into the back of your head, as your first orgasm in 5 years rips through you with a vengeance. You finally let out the moan you've been holding in, tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes as you whimper and thrash letting the waves of it crash over it. Mando works soothing circles into the skin of your thigh through the fabric of your pants, his helmet watching your legs shake as your fingers finally slow to a stop.

When you finally come down from your high you pull your hand out of your pants ready to wipe it on the blanket but he catches your wrist.

“Close your eyes.” you oblige, still reeling from your orgasm. He grabs your hand, you hear some movement and then a wet, warmth envelops them. He dipped the fingers you used to bring yourself to orgasm into his mouth. The thought brings more pleasure to your core as he sucks your release off both of them, humming contently. Your fingers leave his mouth with a pop, he drops your hand and moves his own away from your thigh. You finally open your eyes to see him standing above you again, he stares at you for a few moments with his head tilted.

“Get some sleep.” Is all he says before turning towards the ladder that leads to the cockpit.

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i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”  

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.���

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now. 

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other. 

tagging these lovely folks bc they helped inspired me and their work is amazing <3 @godlygreta​ / @flowervanfleet​ / @dharma-divine​

[emerald-chaos]

What A Lie

Oh besties. I am sorry for the pain that this may inflict upon you. This was the first time that I actually hurt my own feelings while writing a fic. This bad boy was written for the wonderful and talented @sweeterthanthis for her 6k follower writing challenge! I had a lot of fun writing this (even though I hurt my feelings) and my best friend cursed me endlessly after I had her look it over for me. I hope you guys enjoy (especially you, Lau!) and don't hate me too much!!

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Angst (oh god is there so much angst), infidelity, cursing, mentions of alcohol, and brief illusions to sex.

You told yourself that the previous encounter would be the last. That you were finished. That you were going to wash your hands of him and be done with it.

But here you are again, standing before the home you knew all too well.

Fists balled up at your sides, feet firmly planted to the ground, you couldn’t help but curse your body for bringing you here. It wasn’t your intent to end up in front of these gates, but for some reason you always did - as though there was some magnetic force that pulled you in every time.

The rational portion of your brain was screaming at you to turn and walk away, to keep the promise you made to yourself. However, there was some part of you, probably the sick and twisted part, that willed you to keep standing there.

It was never supposed to play out the way that it did. It was supposed to be innocent, with no strings attached - just two lonely people helping each other feel a little less so.

“If you think this has a happy ending, you haven’t been paying attention.” Stella, your manager and dear friend, sighed as she leaned against the bar, “they always choose the wife.”

You always knew she was right. You knew in your heart that the two of you were passengers on a runaway train, destined for disaster, but you just couldn’t stop. There was something about the relationship, no matter how toxic and fucked up, that your body craved.

You craved the way his lips felt like fire against your skin, igniting every nerve ending in your body. You craved the marks he left behind, a subtle reminder to you that you were his. You yearned for the soft whispers of promises as you laid holding one another, promises that you knew were too good to be true.

“After this whole thing is over we should go somewhere. Get away for a little while.” Andy whispered as he trailed his fingers up and down your spine.

“I think that sounds amazing. Somewhere all inclusive. Just me, you, and a big soft bed that we never leave.” You grinned at the image as you squeezed his waist.

“I could get on board with that.” Andy chuckled as he leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss.

Your lips moved softly against his as you propped yourself up to move closer to him. One hand laid flat on his chest as the other came up to cup his face. Andy’s hand met your wrist as he held it, tilting his face slightly to deepen the kiss.

Just as his tongue darted out to caress your bottom lip, you both were interrupted by the sound of a phone chiming.

A sigh escaped your chest as you dropped back down on your back, missing the warmth that Andy provided immediately.

Andy rubbed his face and remained laying down for a moment before he sat up and twisted to grab his phone from the nightstand. You kept your eyes attached to the ceiling fan, watching it go round and round, unwilling to look over at his face as he read the words on his screen.

Moments later you felt the mattress move and warmth slip away as Andy slid to sit on the edge of the bed. The familiar sound of his zipper and clink of his belt gave you a clue as to what the message had been about and who it had been from.

“I gotta go, baby. I’m sorry.” He said quietly, standing in front of the mirror in the corner of your room as he straightened his tie.

“S’okay. I figured.” You sat up, pulling the sheet up so it covered your chest. You gripped the material a little tighter as you let your gaze finally meet his. This part always hurts like a bitch.

You watched Andy as he crossed the room to your side of the bed. His large hand cupped your cheek and tilted your face up toward his. Silent, he stroked your cheek for a moment before he leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips. You sighed into the kiss, continuing to clutch the sheets to your chest - wishing it were him instead. When Andy pulled away you opened your eyes slowly.

“This’ll be over before you know it. I hate putting you through this, you know.”

Words failed you in that moment, so you responded with a silent nod.

There was a moment of quietness between the two of you as he stood and held your cheek in his hand. A small smile graced his lips as he muttered his goodbye and walked out of your room.

That should’ve been the moment that you let him walk out of your life.

Much to your chagrin, you didn’t know about Laurie in the beginning. That night at the bar he hadn’t been wearing his wedding ring and of course she didn’t come up during your tryst.

It wasn’t until your 3rd or 4th meeting that he deemed the news of him being married was important enough to share with you.

“It’s not going well. We’re on the brink of a divorce.” He confessed, attempting to calm your nerves as you hurriedly put on your clothes.

“That somehow makes this okay?!” You yelled, feeling completely blindsided.

“I wouldn’t have gotten into anything if I had any hope for us working it out. That’s not the type of man I am. She’s seeing other people too. The whole situation is just…it’s fucked up, okay?” He looked so broken, so pathetic in that moment that you actually felt the walls of your heart clench.

You knew this was a bad idea. You knew that there was no way this was going to work out well for either of you. This was the first time you should’ve deleted his number and walked away.

Instead of doing the right thing and calling off the…whatever it was that the two of you had going on, you left him on read for a few days and ultimately ended up in the same exact spot you were standing now.

The devil on your shoulder told you that he would leave her and that he was serious about everything he told you while the two of you were wrapped in bed together. Andy Barber was a good man with a good reputation, there was no way he would sacrifice that.

Right?

The last time you saw him, however, he stopped by your house late one night. The encounter went much like every other one before it had and ended with the two of you skin to skin beneath your sheets. The sex felt different - that should’ve been your first clue. Instead of the typical needy, rough, fast fuck that you were used to, it was slow and intimate. You realize now that it was a goodbye.

“Laurie and I have decided to resolve things after all...” Andy broke the news to you as he held you in his arms, his words so nonchalant as though he hadn’t just shot you right through the heart.

He continued to speak after that but you don’t remember a word he said. Neither do you remember the fight that followed. Hell, you barely remember shoving him out of your apartment and slamming the door in his face. All you remember is collapsing into your bed and the gut wrenching pain that made home in your chest.

That had been a few months ago and you haven’t seen him since. Not in your bed, smiling at you as you saunter over to him wearing nothing but a grin. Not at work, occupying the second to last stool at the bar. Andy Barber was suddenly nowhere to be found. Almost as though he fell off the face of the earth completely, taking your heart and your dignity with him.

It took some time, but you had finally convinced yourself to move on. No longer was every thought occupied by Andy, no longer did you dream about his fingers on your skin or the way he felt when he filled you completely. You had made peace with your demons and it was finally time to put the past behind you.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Now, here you are. A little drunk, standing in front of his door. You left the bar a while ago with the intent of going home, crawling into bed, and watching TV until you drifted to sleep. Apparently your feet had other plans.

You’re not exactly sure what you came here to accomplish, but that didn’t stop you from raising your fist to knock on his front door. You took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest. As you waited, your gaze drifted from the door to the driveway, the BMW parked there triggering a memory from the last time you were here.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” You moaned as you tightened your fingers around the locks of his hair.

“I know.” Andy responded simply as he sucked a bruise onto your collarbone.

The steering wheel dug into your back painfully as you sat in his lap and allowed him to mark up your neck. The whole thing was cramped, hot, and wildly inappropriate.

However, as you felt his fingers make contact with your aching core, all thoughts of reason went out the window.

A shiver ran down your spine as you tried to shake the memory from your brain. The sound of the deadbolt unlocking brought your attention back to the present.

When Andy’s eyes met yours, it felt as though time stood still. The bags that decorated his beautiful blue eyes looked more defined than what you remembered. He always looked tired, but now it was more so. Not necessarily exhausted from lack of sleep, but from something else. It appeared as though the last few months hadn’t been kind to him either.

“What are you doing here?” Andy finally whispered as he stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind him.

Honestly? You didn’t know, but you weren’t about to let him know that.

“I deserved better y’know.” You slurred at him.

It didn’t feel like you had control whatsoever over your words. The accumulation of the last few months emotions began to pour out of your mouth involuntarily. Andy started to say your name but you didn’t give him a chance to speak.

“I gave you everything. Every little piece of me belonged to you and what did I get in return? A broken heart and a scarlet letter on my chest.” You could feel your volume rising but you also couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Andy closed the space between the two of you and grabbed onto your shoulders.

“I’m not playing games here. You need to lower your voice.” He growled.

“Is that what I was to you?” You tilted your head to the side, “A game? A conquest? A pretty little younger model of the busted up thing you had back at home? Fuck you, Andy.”

You pushed him away and turned to stomp down the steps. Before you reached the sidewalk, you felt a strong hand wrap around your wrist and yank you back into a solid figure.

“You don’t get to come here and do this. You were a willing participant in everything we did. You knew what was going on with me and you chose to get involved anyway. I didn’t force you to do anything.”

The urge to connect your palm with his face was rising as you listened to his words. Mostly because you knew he was right. You knew how this romance would end and yet you indulged in it regardless.

“You strung me along. You made me feel important, made me feel loved and wanted. All I was to you was a quick fuck. A bandaid on your shitty fucking marriage. All I ever wanted was you, all of you. Instead you left my house to come back to her every time. You never chose me. Not once.” You shouted.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you emptied the vault of feelings you kept built up over the last few months.

“You never loved me. Sometimes I don’t think you ever even cared about me. You used me, Andy Barber. You used me to feel better about yourself and you know what the worst part of that all is? That I fucking let you.”

Andy’s hand fell from your wrist to his side. The look on his face was stoic, but you had peered into those eyes enough times to know he was hurting. You had seen that look before - when he showed up at your place in the middle of the night or when he nursed 6 whiskeys at the bar. It was a look you knew all too well, except you were used to being the solution for that look - not the cause.

“I knew how this would end. All my friends tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. I waved them off and I convinced myself that this would be different. That what we had was different. How pathetic is that?” A laugh escaped your lips, but it held no humor.

Andy continued to hold your gaze. Unmoving. Chest rising and falling rapidly as he stood there and listened to your words. Not once did he mutter a word during your monologue.

“I don’t even know why I came here. I don’t even know why I come back to you every. single. time.” Your voice cracked on the last syllable. “I want to hate you so fucking bad. But I can’t.”

Just as Andy opened his mouth, you assume to speak, the lights on the porch flickered on. Your gaze locked on to the front door and your heart felt as though it stopped beating. Andy turned around as his wife opened the door and pulled her robe tighter around her figure.

“Andy? Is everything okay?” She looked between the two of you as she stepped out onto the porch.

“Everything’s fine, honey,” Your stomach lurched at the pet name, “go back inside. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Laurie stood there for a moment. As her gaze began to meet yours, you glued your eyes to the sidewalk. A few minutes later you heard the front door close again but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Andy.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get the ending you wanted. If I could go back and stop myself from walking into that bar, I would.” He spoke softly but his words cut through you like a knife.

“But I can’t. So I guess all I can do is say that I’m sorry. To say I never cared about you would be a lie. But it’s so much more complicated than that. I hope one day you can understand.” He sighed, you could hear the defeat in his voice.

“Yeah,” you finally lifted your head to meet his gaze, “I hope so too.”

The two of you stood before one another for what felt like eternity. This was the end. The real end. You both knew that. What surprised you was how okay you felt with that realization. How for the first time in months you felt peace.

Your body brought you here, not for his touch, but for closure - to make good on your promise of washing your hands of him.

It was you who made the first move as you turned and started down the sidewalk. After a few feet, you heard his front door close. For a brief moment you wanted to turn around - to look at the lights as they turned off and hear the sound of the lock sliding back into place. But you didn’t need to. You knew that as soon as Andy walked back into his house and closed his door, that it was over for the two of you. Actually over. No more drunken phone calls, no more secret hook ups, and no more standing in front of his house, begging him to love you.

No.

Tonight was the night that you started to love yourself.

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hi! omg i luv ur blog 💘 can i request/suggest (kinda angsty but then fluffy) where r has trouble sleeping and a lot of nightmares/anxiety & mother!nat is there to comfort her? 🥺 like the whole team is super understanding and comforting but especially nat (bc we love mom nat around here!) anyways thanks so much ily bestie!

Hey Bestie! thank you so much for being patient and for supporting my blog! I know this has been in my inbox for so long but still! here it is. Sending my love to you <3 i have just realised that there is not a lot of comfort in here oops.

warning: this does include details of death and blood so keep that in mind if you read this <3

It’s Okay

You had always gotten nervous in public spaces 

Or at night when you couldn’t sleep

Or when you didn’t know all of the details of a plan 

Or when it was 3am and you were too scared to sleep

The point is you always seemed to have 100 thoughts plaguing your mind 

“Y/n sweetie I’m gonna need you to concentrate on my voice okay?” Wanda's voice waded through the watery noise in your head. You knew she was right and that logically there was no reason to be so upset, but you just couldn’t help it. It had all started after the group had decided to not tell you about the meal they had planned at this fancy restaurant that Tony wanted to try and of course this had sent you into a spiral and you were now very very aware of every possible outcome. “Come on kid, you’re alright, breathe slowly” Tony tried, or was it Steve maybe it was Bruce. When you got like this, voices sounded the same and nothing felt real. You couldn’t breathe and that was your main worry.

The team had gotten used to it and always reassured you that it was okay 

They didn’t mind and would always be there

And no matter how much you appreciated all of the support there was 1 person the team always knew to call

Natasha

Crash, thud, bang. The noise coming from outside the room had woken you from the sleep you had allowed your brain to indulge in for once. Whenever you did this though your mind would be over run with the horrors of life and death. 

Peeling the covers off of you, you slowly crept from out of the bed. Where was the rest of the team? Had they woken up? You hadn’t heard anyone else get up but in your hazy state of mind shrugged it off as them just being deep sleepers. Something you would later regret telling yourself. 

As your hand pulled the handle of your room down to open it you heard another noise. Laughter? Hesitating you looked around in the hope of finding a clock but as your eyes frantically moved in an effort of finding one the floor seemed to start to sway beneath your feet. Soon the darkness engulfed you.

For the second time that night your body jolted forward and you gasped for air, the dryness of your mouth hitting you like a punch to the gut. When was the last time you had a drink? Where did the laughter go? Why had you passed out? So many questions and yet it felt like you were trapped in an endless game of hide and go run with a twist, you didn’t know who you were running from and how much time you had before they found you. 

Before you could even begin to think logically again the loud twang of metal hitting the ground sounded from down the hall. Slowly stepping outside the room you had woken up in which you had realised wasn’t your own, you guessed you had been in Steve’s bedroom which was odd given that he wasn’t in there. Maybe he was out helping Bucky with his nightmares? 

Bare feet slapping against the cold marble floor of the tower you tried to navigate your way through the dark to wherever the team had gone. The sounds of machines whirring stopped you, the lights must be getting turned on. Sure enough, bright white light blinded you, spreading through the faster Pietro could run. Blinking away the pain and blind spots from your eyes you were met with big red letters painted on the floor.

 ‘The crowds will come and flood your world, yet you will remain empty and incomplete’ the red bleeding off into a winding path that would probably lead to whoever had wormed their way here. Even with this in mind the words seemed to swim through your mind; you had always felt empty even when your life was full but you never told anyone but Natasha and she would never tell anyone your secrets she had promised. She wasn’t like that. Repeating that phrase like a prayer that would save you, you followed the red wet paint. 

Red can signify many things: energy, passion, lust and the one you should have paid more attention to. Danger. 

Instead of being faced with some psycho who broke in all you were greeted with was the horrifying image of your family dead on the floor. Blood trickled out of anything it could noses, ears, mouths. Eyes open with a stare of pure terror. A scream tore its way though your throat. The familiar metallic substance flooding your senses. 

Knees crashing to the ground as you sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. Because when you have nothing, when all you have is gone, what can you do but cry yourself a river and let your soul float away on the memories of simpler times? 

You knew your knees would bruise from the mpact but you didn’t care. You didn’t deserve to go through this painlessly after what they had gone through in their last moments. 

A creak made itself heard above the sound of your cries, head slowly lifting to see what it was, damaging your throat further when you saw the lifeless bodies of the avengers sitting up and staring back at you. Salty tears streaming even quicker as you tried to scramble away. Slipping on nothing. Suddenly the lights shut off again. You didn’t move. You didn’t scream. You didn’t even breathe. 

“Wake up y/n”. What?

It had been Nat that woke you up from the nightmare

Even though the whole team had been aware of what was happening all they could do was watch in horror as your body writhed in fear

After making your way to Nat’s room where you knew you would spend the night

Unable to brave it alone

You finally found it in yourself to talk

“You were all dead” you croaked from the cocoon of blankets the redhead had wrapped you in. sitting down next to you and wrapping her arms around your body, you found yourself desperate for the comfort of her hugs. “We don’t have to talk about it right now, just know that I will never ever abandon you. How could I leave my little sunflower to fend for themselves? You give me a reason to be better and I will never leave you. Nor will anyone on this team for that matter” she spoke softly, as if cooing a terrified animal out of their hiding spot. You had and always will have a family as long as you have Natasha. She would make sure of it. And soon you drifted off into a peaceful slumber to the sound of her sweet hums. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you. So please don’t take my sunshine away”.

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can i please get a hawks hurt / comfort fix please 🥺🥺 like him waking up from a nightmare abt his childhood and u comforting him and cuddling him and making him feel better:)

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THIS REQ IM GUNNA KISS U ON THE MOUTH ANON. YES !!! ugh hurt/comfort hawks is my biggest guilty pleasure bc i am one sad mf but i am a whore for hawks fluff . best of both worlds <3 also ! i'm so sorry it's short :(( 1,053 words is definitely short for my standards but ! i'm working on a lot of MHA stuff rn so keep an eye out ^_^

also this fic is definitely based off the song “First Day of my Life by Bright Eyes” cuz i listened to that song on REPEAT while writing this 😁🙏 definitely recommend listening to it while reading besties

— i love you more

☾ genre: hurt/comfort hawks fic !

☾ pairing: hawks x gn!s/o reader

☾ warnings: details of nightmares, heavy angst that pertains to emotional/physical abuse, cursing, just very sad and scared hawks :(

☾ w/c: 1,053

he was back in the dark living room— the one he was sure he escaped many years ago. the painfully familiar walls, despite the years of constant effort he put into repressing the memories. the memories of his father grabbing him by his neck with unrelenting strength, and thrusting him up against them, letting his breath ridden with alcohol and pure indifference fan against his cheek. the kind of indifference of a predator about to kill.

and all around him, no matter how much he sealed his eyes closed, covered his ears with all of his strength-- the retched smell of alcohol and his rotten memories were suffocating him.

why was he back here?

his heart began to race, feeling the way his fingers lost all heat and he felt his legs lose all bearings. his breathing an erratic, shaky pace, his eyes feeling cloudy from panic and pure fear as he scrambled through his dreadful surroundings in hopes of some sort of exit. but every step he took was completely useless. no matter how fast his legs moved, he still stood in the exact place he started.

he couldn’t escape.

footsteps could be heard echoing around him, getting louder and louder. it was haunting, like this moment was an exact replica of a night from many years ago. with his fixed position right in front of his father’s couch, and the weather of the night eerily quiet, as if the world was also terrified of the man slowly getting closer and closer to the helpless boy in the living room of a man who never loved him.

“keigo,” a gravely voice slurred from the other room, “keigo, fucking answer me. i know-- know you’re there.” he recognized it all-- the hiccup between his words, the genuine anger in his voice when he addressed him.

keigo blinked, and when he opened them again, his father appeared right in front of him, a large, half-drunk translucent bottle in hand.

"why the fuck didn't you respond? i fucking-- fucking called you, didn't i?" now that he was just mere centimeters from his ears, his voice sounded even more terrifying than his memory could ever bring justice.

his gaze followed the arm of his father that was holding the bottle, that was beginning to rise, and came straight down towards his head with pinpoint accuracy--

and keigo's eyes snapped open.

a thick sheen of cold sweat collected all over his shaking, trembling body. he wasn't able to identify his surroundings, his nightmare replaying itself with seemingly more lucidity than the first time. he still saw the haunting figure of his father at the foot of his bed, and as his breathing came in sharp, short breaths, he felt you sit up immediately.

you shot up from your slumber at the sound of keigo's sobbing, his knees pulled up to his chest, and his face buried between them as you saw his body shake violently. you've never seen him this unraveled; in this much pain.

"keigo? honey?" you softly called out, gently reaching out to him.

as your hand caressed him, you felt him tense under you for a split second, causing him to shoot up from his position to look at the source of the contact. as his eyes fell onto your gentle touch, he collapsed into you without thinking twice, holding onto you for dear life while you cradled him on instinct.

"hey... shh... baby, i'm here. you're safe. it's me, yeah? no one else is here except me and you," you shushed. you knew he occasionally suffered from devastating nightmares, and because of it, you were able to know exactly how to calm him down.

although his sobs didn't seem to subside much, you could feel the way he began to relax into you, as if he was aware that it really was you, not a part of his terrifying nightmare.

he knew you were always there for him.

you shifted from your upright sitting position into a lied down, comfortable spooning position, holding him against your chest while carefully stroking his hair. you waited until he had calmed down enough before trying to speak to him again.

"...nightmare," he mumbled against you.

"i figured, baby," you planted a soft kiss against his hair, "i've got you. you're safe."

he sniffled in response, nuzzling his face deeper into your embrace. you softly rubbed your palm over the expanse of his back to soothe him, and ultimately ground him-- remind him that this was the real world, not the nightmare.

"he was back." keigo shuddered.

you couldn't help the small droplets forming in the corners of your eyes, "honey... i'm so sorry. so... so sorry. i know how scary he is. but..." you took a deep breath,

"but he's not here. he's not back. god, i wish i could get rid of him inside your head like we were able to in reality. but right now, it's only me. me, and your comfy bed, and your comfy blanket, and your comfy pajamas, yeah?" you lifted his head up by his chin to make him look up at you as you spoke.

"yeah?" you repeated.

he slowly nodded.

"yeah, j-just you. and... and my comfy blanket..."

"mhm, your favorite blanket. the fluffy one you like to run your fingers across. why don't you try it right now, sweetheart?"

he took many deep breaths as he held the blanket close to him, running his fingers through it to remind himself that he was okay-- his father wasn't here, because the nightmare wasn't real.

the blanket was real. the calming lavender scent on the bedroom was real.

you were real.

he took one final deep breath, opening his eyes to look at you again. your face illuminated by the soft moonlight, perfectly casting your concerned, but gentle expression.

"thank you..."

you could barely hear the words that escaped his lips, but even so you knew how much he meant them.

"of course, keigo... i'll always be here. always. you know you always have me, and i'll be here to remind you no matter what."

he finally released all of the tension in his body, fully relaxing in your warm embrace.

"goodnight, sweetheart," you whispered, planting one final kiss.

"...i love you" he whispered back.

"i love you more."

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[whorefordazai]

hi hi its me!! im just feeling really bad and holding my tears rn. can i get anything with aku/chuu/dazai, whoever u deem more fit! they are my comfort bbys. running away from home, even if its just for a night,maybe going to some rooftop or a drive at night. my situation at home isnt the best and i feel rly caged and anxious bc i don't have friends to go out with when my situation gets overwhelming so i just break down in my room haha. anyways, i hope this is good enough? just some comfort or validating words!! sending hugs to u rai, ilysm. thank u for doing this its basically therapy for me ajsbdhd ❤️🌷

I hope things get better for you bestie, love you <33

“Till forever falls apart”

ft. dazai x gn! reader

genre: fluff, comfort

wc: 1.5k (I think🥲)

synopsis: running away from home with dazai yup yup !! simply a big fat cliche but it’s my guilty pleasure of fluff 🌝 includes a lot of kisses, hand holding, and comfort 🧍‍♂️

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick the fucking tock.

The clock made no noise, but you imagined it did. After all, that was what usually happened when one planned to sneak out during ungodly hours of the night. Looking at the time, it read 3:54 am.

You couldn’t stay here for one more second.

Swiftly, yet quietly lifting off the covers from your body, you got up from bed, and made your way to the window. It wasn’t sunrise yet. The sky was still dark, the streets peacefully quiet. The street lamp flickered, the airy fog was light against the ground.

It was perfect.

It wasn’t perfectly planned—but knowing Dazai, it wouldn’t go completely wrong. Feeling suffocated and unable to stay home, you had spontaneously called him two hours prior, around 2 am. His disoriented sleepy voice had picked up the call.

“...Hm? Babe? What time is it...” Dazai’s delicate husky voice spoke through the phone.

You could almost imagine him letting out a yawn and stretching out in his futon, brown curls resting against his face, his eyes tearing up from the yawn. You mentally cursed yourself when a smile appeared on your lips from hearing the mere sound of his voice.

You cleared your throat. “Yeah, it’s 2 am. Listen I...” your words stopped before you could continue. You gulped. Would he even be up for this? Would he be up for running away?

Dazai seemed to notice your voice falter. He spoke more hushed this time. “Are you okay? Are you safe? Do you need me to get you?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before exhaling.

“No...well, yes but no. And...no you don’t need to come get me. I just wanted to hear your voice, Osamu. Thanks—you can go back to sleep now.”

You bit your lip, your finger hovered over the hang up button.

“ADADADA WAIT!—“

You raised an eyebrow. Dazai’s voice now spoke louder, as if his tone was full of mischief. “Huh?”

“Darling, I wasn’t sleeping anyway. In what universe would Dazai Osamu be sleeping at 2 am? C’mon sweetheart—you know me better than that.” He chuckled.

Your breathe hitched for a second—and then you laughed. It was a quiet airy laugh. He’s right...what was I so worried about?

“Okay then,” you giggled, voice laced with a plan.

“What do say about running away with me at 4 am?”

“Why that is...MARVELOUS!! Running away is what I do best!”

You laughed again, still managing to keep a hushed voice. “Alright—then come pick me up at 4 am will you? 4 am sharp.”

“You got it, babe.” You could almost picture his devilish smirk and golden brown eyes glinting with mischief.

The clock now read 4:01 am. Dazai was definitely here.

You gulped as you opened the window in your room, careful not to make even the tiniest noise.

And there he was.

It was barely noticeable, but you could see Dazai’s figure between the dark shadows in the car. As you both made eye contact, a smile appeared on your lips.

Just to be cheesy, you blew him a kiss, and he dramatically caught—pressing his fingers to his lips.

Getting out of the window was the easy part—actually leaving without anyone noticing was going to be difficult. It would’ve been even more difficult if Dazai wasn’t here to help you.

“Hi.” You smiled, sitting down on the passenger seat next to him.

“Hi.” He smiled back. The two of you looked at each other for a few seconds, before Dazai moved closer and put a hand on your cheek, immediately locking lips with you.

Hands immediately wrapping around his neck, you smiled into the kiss. The butterflies in your stomach exploded when his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing your hip. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, you breathlessly chuckled and pulled back.

“Hurry, let’s get out of here! We can continue this later~” You scratched the back of your neck, cheeks flushed pink.

“Off we go then!” He smirked, eyes looking forward and hands shifting the car gear.

And you were off.

Probably driving around seventy miles per hour, Dazai rolled down the windows and turned on the radio for some music. You grinned, hearing the sound of the breeze down the music.

“This is—why didn’t we do this sooner!?” You laughed, feeling the wind flush against your face. You looked over to Dazai, who had an equally huge smile on his face, his brown curls being swept back by the wind.

“Y/n—we’re about to drive through a tunnel. Peek your head out the car roof! I swear, it’ll feel amazing!” Dazai beamed, sliding open the car roof so that you would be ready.

“Huh?! Are you sure—”

“I’m very fucking sure!!” He laughed.

“OH—okay then!” A smirk appeared on your lips as you stood up and peaked out half your body through the roof.

It was fucking amazing.

The tunnel was brightly lit with yellow lights, the wind was blowing through your hair. In that moment...hell, you couldn’t even explain how you were feeling in this moment.

As the car stopped on a red light, you sat back down in your seat and closed the car roof. Dazai smirked. “That was cool, right?”

“Very fucking cool. Although, next time I’d like to do in your arms.” You smiled. He raised his eyebrows, and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles.

A sudden chill went through your body as the wind blew colder. You shivered, rubbing your arms up and down. You chuckled to yourself. I must’ve forgotten to grab a hoodie in all this rush…

“Here, put this on.” Dazai chuckled, leaning to the back seat and grabbing a black hoodie. You eyed him carefully, grabbing the hoodie he was handing to you.

Putting it on, you immediately felt a sense of warmth envelope your skin. Shivering once again, you hugged yourself. It smelled exactly like him.

“Thanks, Osamu…” you softly smiled. He glanced your way for a few seconds before nodding. “No problemo!”

“...No, seriously.” You lightly scoffed with a small smile on your face. You put your hand on his.

“Without you...I would’ve still been stuck there. You have no idea how much you’ve helped….”

Your words were stopped when you felt Dazai grab your hand and intertwine your fingers. He turned his head towards you, a smile on his lips. “I know...call me anytime, okay? I wanna see you all the time.”

You pressed a quick kiss on his lips, sitting back in your seat. Your eyes were practically lit up as you rubbed small circles on Dazai’s knuckles.

You felt simply...the only word to describe it was euphoric. The rush in your bones. It was so fucking cliche, running away with your boyfriend at 4 am.

It was so perfectly cliche that you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

“We’re here,” Dazai’s voice sang as he slowed down the car to a complete stop. You looked ahead—it was fairly dark, only a few street laps illuminating the building in front of you.

“An abandoned building…?” Your mouth opened, eyes a little wide.

“Yup! Now come on….” Dazai smiled, pulling your hood over your head and squeezing your face. He moved closer and pressed several kisses on your cheeks, nose, and forehead. Practically anywhere he could get access too.

“H-hey! that’s—a lot—of—kisses!!” You managed to say between breaths as he continued to kiss your lips every time you began to talk. Both his hands were squeezing your cheeks like a baby.

He suddenly laughed, the soft grip on your cheeks now turning into a caress. Dazai’s thumb rubbed soft circles against your cheek. He seemed to quiet down, but he was now staring into your eyes

“Uh...are we gonna go inside or…?” You raised an eyebrow, gently tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear. It was soft, just like how you remembered it to be.

“Yeah...let’s go.” He smirked, hands leaving your face and opening his own door to get out of the car. You got out a second after him, feet hitting the soft dirt.

Dazai suddenly clasped your hand in his, pulling you with him as he dashed to the entrance. Your eyes flew open. “W-wait! Dazai, you seem really excited—“

“No time to speak, darling—were on the move!!” He laughed, pulling the both of you up endless stairs. You felt an enabling rush as Dazai ran ahead of you, hands held together. The buzz in your body, the euphoric smile that never left your lips.

“We’re here,” Dazai gasped out, coming to a halt. The breeze gently blew across the huge clearing. You rested your hands on your knees for a second, just to catch your breath.

“We’re...on the roof…?” You bit your lip, suppressing the huge idiotic smile that was about to make its way onto your face. Dazai nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“This is...beautiful.” The roof was dark, it was ghostly quiet. You could only see the city lights from across the railing. Dazai walked to the edge, hand still intertwined with yours.

He leaned against the metal bar, hands gripping the pole with a huge smile on his lips.

God, he looked so beautiful. His brown hair was gently flowing against the breeze, the bridge of his nose seemed to perfectly shape the rest of his face. Leaning your head against his shoulder, you smiled.

“You’re not gonna ask me to jump off the roof with you, hm?” You whispered as a joke. He glanced at you for half a second before wrapping his whole arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest.

“No...not today, darling.”

His eyes seemed glassy, but somehow the clearest you’d ever seen. You blinked a couple times, before finally settling your face back into his shoulder.

“You know,” he mumbled into your hair. “I look at you in a way I thought I could never look at someone.”

You stayed silent, both your hearts beating. He continued.

“I look at you, with love in my eyes. Love I didn’t know was in me...love I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.” He licked his lips with half lidded eyes. “I look at you with the love I thought I had lost.”

You buried your face deeper into his chest. “I love you so much, Dazai.” You whispered. He kissed the top of your head, humming in response.

“I wanna stay like this forever.” You mumbled, eyes suddenly becoming foggy, remembering you had no one back home.

“I know.” He softly whispered, kissing the top of your head.

“I wanna stay with you forever.”

“I know.”

“Just with you, Dazai. No one else.”

“I know.”

“But we can’t...it won’t last forever.”

“...I know.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your whole body, hugging you as if you were going to disappear. One of his arms circled your waist, while the other held the back of your head.

“Then we’ll stay like this—till forever falls apart.” You mumbled, inhaling his sweet scent.

He nodded, kissing the tip of your nose. “Till forever falls apart.”

a/n: a part of this was inspired by the movie perks of being a wallflower, I’m sure you can tell which part :)

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Jasonette July prompt 12: dare

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Jasonette July

Marinette, Jon and Damian were happy to be together again even though they had only been apart a couple weeks. Marinette flew back in from France arriving after Jon had stopped back by from Metropolis. She knew they had been together a couple times since she had been home but it still felt great to have them all back together again. It was so weird not seeing them every day. They finally gave up their wonderful New York apartment since they were all graduated from university and getting jobs soon.

It was really weird at first to live with two guys she barely knew but they ended up getting along great and she had been desperate for a place to live when her place flooded. The landlord had offered her another apartment at the same price but it was really gross and too far away. The flooded apartment, she was told would take too long to repair so they could get rid of the lease. She passed it 6 months later and people were living there and it had a fitness center, coffee shop, and a water garden. She looked online and the rent was 3 times what she had been paying. She was pretty angry, but she ended up with 2 besties from the situation that she probably wouldn’t have gotten to know very well otherwise.

Tonight they were celebrating being back together again. Marinette barely had time to look around Damian’s house because he and Jon were rushing her. She was shoved into a room and Damian gave her a dress that his (sorta) sister helped him pick out and they had food ready for them to eat before they rushed out the door. The plan of the evening was to celebrate job offers and all of them being together again. Marinette wasn’t even given a chance to rest so she was reeling a little from the flight still. But she wasn’t going to pass this up. Jon was always willing to go out and have fun, but Damian feeling in a partying mood was rather rare so they were going to enjoy it.

It was loud in the place even though it was not a large New York club. Marinette had loved going to those so much it had probably eaten into her budget far too much. It was always better going with the guys because they wouldn’t let her pay. They knew she had a much tighter budget. Actually it was mostly Damian paying the covers and the tab without ever saying anything. She was pretty sure that he paid more rent than her too but he just told her that there was already an extra room and she more than made up for it with her constant cooking and she did more of the shared chores.

She knew his family had money, but she had a feeling she had no idea how much money until she saw the house. It was massive and the grounds went further than she could see. She never really talked about it because he didn’t. It was so much different from the people she knew growing up. Chloe who talked about the money all the time or Adrien and Kagami who didn’t talk about it but they were kept separate from others by their parents. She had never even met Damian’s family and they didn’t live that far away. She knew they talked but they didn't tell him how to live all the time.

They got drinks as soon as they were in the door and they did not go slow. Marinette was making up for all her time being considered a minor while living in New York when she left France right as she reached the drinking age there. She could finally drink in public here and they kept feeding her fun fruity drinks and laughing at her stumbling on her heels while still loopy from her flight. She didn’t care though. It was pretty standard for them to all pick on each other a bit it was all in good fun.

She pushed Jon towards a girl who had been watching them. He looked terrified and he tried to fight against her pushing him. He managed it but then she stumbled. She knocked into Damian who kept her on her feet but her arms still swung around wildly. Then she knocked over a drink. She looked back at them sheepishly but they were already looking at her grinning. They would not let her out of a dare even after having just gotten off a plane from Paris. They had been doing dares for knocked over drinks for a couple years but she had gotten a lot more of them that they had. She was significantly better about being more careful now, but It only took one little stumble to ruin her good streak.

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Jason sat in the corner of his favorite bar looking sullenly around at the noisy crowd around him. He saw Damian across the room and wondered if his presence was responsible for some of the overly excited younger crowd. He may not care about his presence in the media, but they certainly cared about him. He was rich and single and a new college graduate, so he must be looking to mingle. Of course the Demon Spawn wasn’t interested in the crowd around him. He was perfectly happy with Jon nearby. Jason didn’t think he would ever want or need any other friends but as he glanced back he notice a girl with them.

Initially he thought that maybe she was trying to get close to one of the boys but not only did neither seem very interested in the beautiful girl but she seemed to be hanging around with them and bantering. He looked back up and saw her trying to encourage Jon to approach a girl at another table who had been looking their way. Jason nearly lost his foul mood when he saw her stumble and flail around being propped up by Damian. He could see their maniachal looks from across the bar and thought she was begging. But she soon squared her shoulders and took Damian’s fresh drink and drank it until it was only ice left.

She looked around and he looked back down at his drink so he wouldn’t be caught watching her. He finished his drink and signaled the bartender to make him another. He didn’t realize she had moved from beside his brother and friend until he glanced that way and saw her walking right his way. She seemed to be focused on a spot behind him as she walked. He looked back away again as he received his drink. When the waitress stepped away the girl was right behind her and looking right at him.

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Jon and Damian laughed as they watched Marinette walk across the bar to complete her dare. She looked back at them several times hoping they would change their minds but they were more interested in laughing at her than anything else. She didn’t know anything about the angry looking man sitting alone at the end of the bar, but Jon and Damian knew that at least her fears about him lashing out at her were false. She had never met Damian’s brother so it was a bit fun for them to find a way to play a joke on both of them at once.

Marinette froze as she made eye contact with the man in front of her. He would have been very nice looking if her were smiling but he looked like he had had a very long day and just wanted to be left alone. But Marinette didn’t want to face the consequences for not doing the dare. Damian and Jon would never let her live it down. The man watched her standing there but he didn’t say anything and neither did Marinette. That was part of the challenge. She wasn’t allowed to say what was happening. She reached over to him and tapped his nose with her finger.

“Boop,” she said, as she touched his nose.

She almost expected him to yell or be angry. But she figured she could get away from that. But he just let it happen; he had no interest in causing a scene. As if he knew exactly what she would do he reached out and grabbed her arm before she could retract it. The way he held on caused her to lean heavily on the bar next to him. His face didn’t look angry, she almost thought he had a hint of a smirk. He loosened his hold but didn’t release her arm completely.

“Where did Damian and Jon find such a lovely friend to send to poke the bear?”

“Wha--do you know them?” she asked.

“I do. Do you feel like getting them back for tormenting you?”

He let his fingers slide off her arm but he leaned close to her. She leaned in close to him too.

“What did you have in mind?”

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Jon and Damian watched, laughing as Marinette approached Jason. They expected to have an epic reaction from both of them to leave them with a story to tell in the future. But when Marinette reached out for Jason and didn’t pull away they didn’t know what to think. The two leaned close and seemed to be talking. They couldn’t see Marinette’s face, but Jason looked pretty serious. They hadn’t expected him to be very angry but maybe he was telling her off. Maybe they should have made it a comment to him rather than actually touching him even if it was a rather innocuous action.

They quickly decided he wasn’t angry and was possibly hitting on their friend when he reached over and pulled her close to him. Marinette went willingly and rested her weight against his thigh while he put his arm around her and the other he motioned for a waitress so they could order drinks. Marinette didn’t look back to see them at all. She continued talking close to Jason, and he was just as engaged with what Marinette was saying. They waited around trying to decide whether to go pull her away to hang out with them again but she didn’t use the signal that she wanted a rescue so they didn’t think she would be grateful for the interference.

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“Are they still watching?” Marinette asked.

“Yeah. But they are trying to not be obvious about it.” He leaned down close to whisper in her ear. “Do you want to give up or do you want to up the ante?”

“I’m having too much fun to give up now.”

“Glad you think I’m such a good time.”

“Very funny. They always get me with dares. Its about time I got them back for it.”

“Well, I’m all for it. Did you want to leave with me?”

“I think you may have the wrong impression about what is going to happen here.”

Marinette pushed back from him slightly.

“I don’t have the impression that anything is happening after. But I would help you give them the impression. I am the delinquent brother after all.”

“So we would just walk out the door together as a joke.”

“Its all up to you. We could give them a show and stumble out together or just exit together and call them to meet you out there.”

Marinette considered carefully for a bit. She still thought it was unfair of them to enforce the challenge when she was fresh off a plane. Both of them had had a relaxing day before going out where as Marinette was still on Paris time and off a 9 hour flight. She made her decision and then moved in on Jason before she could back out. If he was shocked he didn’t show it. She held onto his collar while his hand slid to the back of her head. She was almost sorry that their kiss was far more chaste than it appeared to those around them. It was also far too brief. Jason just waited until her friends watched in shock before they separated and he took her by the hand and they left the bar.

The car he had called was already waiting so they were in it and off before they could be followed out. The other 2 would have to call a car still before following after them. Marinette laughed in the back of the cab and Jason grinned back at her. She recognised Damian’s house when they got there. It made sense that he would know that was where she was staying.

It was barely five minutes after Marinette and Jason arrived before Jon and Damian burst into the room they were in. Marinette had set the scene when she heard them rushing their way so her hair was partially pulled down and she had her legs resting over Jason’s. His arm was around her on the back of the couch and they had a movie started.

“Hey, did you guys want to watch a movie with us?”

They tried to act put out by the turn of events but after a moment they laughed at the turn of events. They joined the other two on the couch, but from that moment on they never made Marinette do another dare.

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i'm depressed and dying :) will you write me something sweet? you can choose who!! i just need something really comforting right now, thanks ily 💖

of course! i hope this cheers u up. and if you need to talk, i’m always here. love u bestie 💝💌💟💗💓 ps: i couldn’t decide so i did bucky, sam and loki, i hope it’s okay :D

BUCKY 

he doesn’t like to see you sad

you hide it from him at first. you don’t want to worry him, bucky has a lot on his plate already. and he’s doing so good on therapy too. you would feel so guilty to ruin it. so you keep it to yourself.

but bucky knows you like the palm of his hand. “sometimes i feel like i understand this pretty head of yours more than i understand my own, doll”, he would say sometimes

after some time of you not opening up he would lowkey think it’s because you came to your senses and decided to leave him but when he sees your teary eyes one night he quickly pushes these insecurities down. “come on, this is not about you. if she leaves then try to at least cheer her up before”

so one day you arrive to his apartment and is greeted by candles, a dinner table where usually there would be nothing but a chair and a tv. and bucky dressed sharply. instead of his usual clothes, he would be wearing a suit. you wondered if the girls from back in the day felt these butterflies on the regular seeing him like this. 

“hi, doll” “bucky, what’s this?” “well, i... please sit down”

you sit, and after a glass of wine and forced small talk, you began to talk. you were dying to know what this was all about and bucky wanted to use up every second he had left with you

“i know there’s something wrong”, he said. uh oh. busted. 

“bucky, i-” “and i’ve been crushed to see you like this but i understand, honestly”. your heart ached at just how sweet he is. 

“and this is by no means a way to try and change your mind. i just wanted to show you how much i love you one last time and-” “wait, WHAT? bucky, what are you talking about?”

“you’re leaving. because of me, that’s why you’re sad, right?” “of course not, bucky. you make me the happiest i’ve ever been. i didn’t want to stress you out- it’s just... i’m overwhelmed, that’s all. and... honestly, i’ve been bottling all up and just...”, you sighed heavily, hiding your face in your hands. 

he gently pried your hands off your eyes, and greeted you with a smile so bright you couldn’t help but give him a smile back. “doll, i love you so much. but you don’t have to make it easy on me, okay? i want to be here for you, so why don’t you vent with me while we eat and then i can make you forget about it by kissing every square inch of your skin?” “sounds perfect

SAM

you needed sam. you had THE worst day since ever and you needed sam so bad. 

you talked to him throughout the week while he was away, and it helped a bit. but it seemed like everything just built up inside of you and now you just wanted to curl into a ball and cry. and you wanted sam to hold you so bad. but he wouldn’t be back. not for another week.

you did everything you could to cheer yourself up. you wanted to feel fine and were tired of feeling miserable. “what would sam tell me to do?”, you thought to yourself. 

so you decided to take off your makeup. but before you reached for the wipes, first you brushed away your mascara stained tear tracks with your hands. gently, like he would. if you close your eyes, it’s like he was there. “shhh... i got you, baby girl... now give me a smile”, he would coo. but he wasn’t there. so you settled for wiping away your makeup and hopping to a hot shower. 

you then dug through his closet, searching for a shirt that smelled like him and instead of your sleeping short, you wore one of his briefs. you closed your eyes again. “what? at this rate i’ll have no more clothes left?”, he teased. he tried to sound angry but couldn’t help but smile seeing you wear his shirt. “but they’re so comfy. and they smell like you”, you said, going to hold him. “yeah, yeah, okay... how would you feel if you saw me wearing your clothes?”, he said, his hands going to tickle your sides. “i think you’ll look lovely”, you teased with a giggle that made his smile widen. “then imma start rocking those party dresses”, he said, making you throw back your head in laughter, giving him space to cover your neck in kisses. “now come, lil’ Sam, let’s order something”. you smiled at the memory and went to the phone.

“i’m gonna order enough for an army. i deserve it tonight”, you said as you waited for someone to pick up. after not long, you were reciting your and sam’s order by heart to the person on the other side of the line. 

“good to see you’re getting the party started for me”, a voice said as soon as you hung up the phone. you stopped for a moment, not sure if this was just another memory you were conjuring. no. no, it’s real. the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat, the sparkle in his eyes, the way you could feel his voice rumble in your chest, even from afar. 

“SAM!”, you yelled as you ran to hold him. “hi, baby”, he whispered, laying kisses on your hair. “i missed you so much, i needed you so much”, you said, holding him just a bit tighter, while some tears escaped your closed eyes. “yeah, baby. i know. i missed you too”, he said, lifting you off the ground; you promptly wrapped your legs around his waist. 

“i thought you were out on a mission”, you said, going to hold his face in your hands. “i had to take care of those guys extra quick. how am i a good hero if i don’t rescue my girl from a bad week?”, he said, making you smile. 

“i love you so much”, you said. “i love you too, baby. now let’s go, lil Sam. we don’t have much time before the food is here” “where are we going?” “bedroom. duh”, he said as he carried you. 

LOKI

“who did this to you?”, he would ask immediatly upon seeing you holding back tears. “no one, it’s... i...”, he rushed to your side, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “you’re in your head again, aren’t you, love?”, he whispered so gently one might think he was sharing a secret, his lips against your temple. you just nodded while he pulled you closer. 

“come, love”, he said, pulling you by the hand to your room. you wanted nothing more than him and the silk sheets, before the weight of reality came crashing down on you. you had obligations, deadlines... “loki, wait. i need to-” “you need to rest, my love”, he said, giving your lips a chaste kiss. “but i have so much to do”, you complaint sounded more like a whine, and loki gave a slight smile at the pout on your lips. “it’s all taken care of, my queen” “loki, you can’t keep using your powers so recklessly! only when necessary, remember?” “nothing is more necessary to me than to ease your mind, make you smile, bring you peace... now come”

he undressed you slowly, pulliing the elastic out of your hair and letting his hands massage your scalp and thread through your locks. you hummed, the tension on your shoulders easing immediatly. 

loki helped you to lay down, easing you gently to the silk sheets that he insisted on buying to your bed. then he undressed himself, eyes locked on yours. however, there was no lust. just adoration, love. his eyes sparkled for you, like you were his entire world. 

“i am baring myself for you. you are the only one from who i keep no secrets”, he said, while going to lay by your side, his hand carressing your face briefly before returning to your hair. “i am a god and you are nothing short of a goddess. i am but a servant kneeled at you altar, begging to be at your mercy, to serve you. will you lay with me for a moment, my love? rest you mind, let me adore you?”, he whispered against your lips

you spent the rest of the day and the night on the bed, whispering sweet love confessions, making love and sleeping next to your king.

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hi new bestie! can you please write some stanley or bill x reader fluff :)

Bestie indeed I got you 😚😌✨ So this is a strange amalgamation of stuff from the book and stuff from the movie because I couldn't pick one and uh- I hope it isn't too confusing. If you have any questions at all just leave them as a reply and ill answer in no time at all :) Also, in AUs where Stan doesn't die I like to headcanon him as like,,,, some reincarnation of the Turtle or something. It's totally unrealistic but it's a lot of fun to think he keeps all his memories and is just a little bit omnipotent. Yay.

Stanley Uris x Reader Fluff

You sat bolt upright and uttered a sharp gasp, your eyes blown wide. Goosebumps rippled back and forth along your arms, pricking eerily as the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end- you were certain you would be screaming right now if you weren't painfully out of breath, your lungs clamped tightly together as if trapped in the unrelenting jaws of some beast. With your heart thrumming too quick inside of your chest you felt as if you were dying, as if you'd run a thousand miles just like you had seemed to be moments earlier in the midst of your nightmare. The menace, the fear, it played back in your head like some sick home movie, terrifying you to your very core and drawing out something akin to a wail, like the sound of a wounded animal, quiet and choked and desperate.

The space around you was vast, eternal, stretching left and right and up forever yet being lit by a yellowish, alien glow. People were with you, seven people but you didn't know their names. Someone had your hand on one side, someone else on the other and your stomach was roiling with horror. Before you was a demon, something that could only have come from hell and even that seemed to be a stretch. Through the endlessness you could only see eyes, glowing and red and promising death, and muscle rippling under fur-covered spider legs.

Your arms clamped around you in a death grip, your eyes slamming shut and begging for the images to be out out out out out. These images, why the hell did you keep seeing these images? This scene from beyond was forced upon you night after night after restless, sleepless night and you didn't understand why. The reasoning was there, you knew it was, you knew that the cause of these dreams lie somewhere in your brain but you just couldn't grasp onto it and right now you weren’t sure if you even wanted to. You pull your knees to your stomach, tears brimming in your eyes, your hitching breaths becoming desperate sobs and no further helping the hurting in your chest. You wanted to scream, to get up and run towards anyone and anything that would keep you safe but everything was too much, too sudden, too frightening and it your chest hurt and your head was spinning and the images, oh god the memories-

The beast roared, deafening, your hair pressing backwards and blowing wildly in the wake of it. The smell overwhelmed your senses and dug up stray memories of the Canal Days Festival, of petting zoos and goats and pigs and the stench of an animal carcass. You felt as if you were going to throw up but the grip on your either hand grew tighter and you swallowed down the bile. The phrase, Turn Light Into Dark, it washed you with a sense of power that only made your head throb more. Blinding lights spun down, down, closer, and though you knew your eyes were shut you could still see Its true form even though you didn't know what It was.

A hand pressed over your mouth to stop another wail from escaping, louder this time now that you had spare breath in your lungs. Tears spilled over and swam down your cheeks like small rivers guided by a canal cut through stone, the Kenduskeag, Derry- You forced the thoughts of Derry away and swept them under a mental rug. When you thought of Derry you grew afraid that you would find out why you were having these nightmares. You couldn't stand that. You were shaking, oh how you were shaking, tremors rocking you back and forth as if a dog- no, a werewolf had sunk its teeth into your spine and was regarding you as nothing but a chew toy. You needed something, someone, you needed to get this to stop-

These lights, the Deadlights, they doused you back into that cold sea of terror that the still-new power had almost saved you from. Seeing them now, here, descending, physical, you did not think that you could kill them. These candle flames would not be snuffed, you thought, and yet you screamed your throat raw nonetheless. A chorus of voices you felt rather than heard chanted over and over Turn Light Into Dark Turn Light Into Dark Turn Light Into Dark and then the lights were gone, swallowed up by something magical, something that killed monsters if you believed it did until the circle broke as one of you went to lock It up in Its new cage. As the circle broke so did the flowing power and a red glow overtook the alien yellow as the lid was pushed up and away and the sleek scarlet surface of a blood-coloured balloon emerged from the magic prison. You felt your stomach sink, your blood run cold, the power drain from your veins for the briefest moment as your belief waned completely and oh no oh God this was it you thought you would have killed It would have extinguished Its flame but It was eternal It was the Eater of Worlds and it wouldn't-

The door whipped open and you let out a startled cry halfway through a choking sob, not having noticed that you had begun to cry aloud. At once you slapped a hand over your mouth yet again, scrubbing at your cheeks with the heel of your palm and slapping on a shaky little smile that entirely contradicted the wild look in your eyes. Your heart was thrumming again both from the memories and the jump as the door flung open. You had to tell yourself again and again and again that you knew this man, that he was familiar and his name was right there at the tip of your tongue, curly hair and brown doe eyes and a kind, concerned crease in his brows that only deepened at the sight of you- Stanley, it was just Stan and suddenly you felt safe enough to cry. Your arms both going to pull your knees into your chest you let the terror grip you and the sobs rip free from your throat.

"(Y/N) what- what happened? Are you okay?" For a moment Stan hesitated, looking instinctively down at the palm of his hand for a reason you did not know and then he went surging forwards and to your side, gathering you up in his arms. He didn't speak just yet, simply holding you close, quiet, something about him dripping with a sense of calm. Laced underneath that pressing security was the power you had felt ripped from you in your dream, the power you did not know the meaning of but were certain was important, had been important, in some vital way. You cried and cried in Stanley's arms as your group of eight, a lucky number, crazy eights, was split instead into twos and ones.

One with glasses, one with a patch on his cheek, one with hair lit aflame like January Embers, one in love and one who was too smart for his own good and one who would lead them to safety no matter what and no matter when- and then there was him, he who let out this forcefield of strength, the one thought to be the weakest now doused in some strength greater than It, than love, than the Turtle whoever that was and he had your hand in his and you were running and trying to get away. Trials, terror, doors and bathroom stalls and clubhouses and (how do you know this?) little brothers and the macroverse. The Deadlights and blood and broken hearts and fear and pain.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was soft, safe, and his hands rest on either side of your face to guide your eyes to his own. They were dark like melted chocolate, solid, calm, steady and unmoving and nothing like the ruby red ones belonging to It, to the creature you didn't think possible to imagine. You didn't have to answer for Stan to know you would decline. He didn't scold, he didn't chastise- he would never do that. Instead, he leaned forwards and placed a kiss on the space between your eyebrows, guiding your head to rest on his shoulder. He did nothing more than hold you, silent, waiting for the fear to run it's course.

Belief grew strong all over again, the Leader fanning the flame of hope and driving forth the metaphorical wooden stake at last. You had felt something like hellfire roar through you, a driving agony that nearly drove you into madness but then it faded to the back of your mind and It was flaking away. There was crying alongside the groaning of the earth, a lurching sound like wood moments from snapping in two. Urgency, warm and throttling, tied each of you eight together and forced you onwards despite the exhaustion tethered like weights to your limbs. A hand in yours, you raced into darkness, leaving behind webs to collapse and bodies to fall and be buried. The gargantuan remainders of what was Its nest would lie dormant in the ground for millennia to follow, undiscovered. Eight of you, one two three four five six seven eight, retraced steps with the help of a dying man and grew closer and closer to light and life and safety. You climbed rough rock, something or someone (Turtle? Other?) lending you all the collective determination to move quick and careful and leave no man behind. The earth sang a song of despair as it clung to itself with all of it's force, urging you forwards, cheering you on, hoping you would all make it out before it could cling on no longer and collapsed atop your sorry heads.

"Focus on your breathing, my dear. You're all right. I have you," Stanley let his hand rest on your hair, stroking, smoothing, calming, "You're going to be alright." For a moment the floodgates in your head flung open and you knew everything but then they slammed shut once more and you were left hopelessly, blissfully clueless. You curled tightly into yourself, coiling like a frightened snake, letting the golden power coming off of Stanley in waves lay over you like soft, light silk. Something about this strength, glowing brighter than the sun in a manner much more pleasant than the Deadlights(?) felt ancient as well as young and fresh. You are certain Stanley has had this aura forever, and yet you have never ever felt it this strongly. It was almost as if you could see him lit from the inside out.

More darkness, sewers, the dead things smell fading slowly yet steadily. You passed places that were achingly familiar and yet felt worlds away, not having even the chance to stop and say farewell (did you say farewell to nightmare places?) since the roof was dropping flakes of grit and the rumbling had grown near a roar. Another well, a rope, heaving and pulling, up up up out of the dark and into the light, the homestretch. The feelings you felt were smothering, a sickening concoction of relief and one last choking bout of terror. It was not over yet. Eight of you, all eight, running through the house on (Nelson? Neibolt.) street towards safety, towards the end, towards-

You had never seen this far before. Your nightmares always cut off abruptly before you could even start to flee. They always cut off right before you defeat It, whatever It was, right before you snuffed Its light from this realm. Now, however, as if coaxed forth or caught on the end of a fishing line, you were seeing the ending, the ending of everything. Stan was still petting your hair, rocking gently back and forth as your trembling began to ease and your crying, ever-slowly, began to subside. The memories were still frightening, coming to you in rapid flashes, reminding you of an old black and white film spinning on a reel.

Towards the door. Floorboards creaked and groaned and split, sinking down, breaking underneath your feet. Glass shattered as walls sank towards collapse, as the dirt began to part, opening into a grave. Somewhere behind you the roof collapsed and spilt old dust-soaked furniture, a coffin, a collection of porcelain clowns down towards their resting place. With one final shriek of snapping wood all eight burst out into the Summer sun and the house gave in behind them. They didn't stop; the cement path was cracking, the weeds being reclaimed by the soil. The Earth opened up at last, providing just enough time- maybe held together by some greater strength- for the eight to reach safety. You all spun, watching, awestruck and horrified and solemn as the Earth opened up it's unrelenting jaws and swallowed whole the home of death that It had claimed as it's own.

Your shaking had stopped. Your sobbing had halted. Your heart had slowed to a regulated beat like that of a drum. Slowly, Stan's grip around you had begun to ease and you wrapped your own arms around him in turn. Your eyes, which had been screwed tightly shut, fluttered open and then fell closed once more, soft, not afraid.

"There you are, baby-love," Stan whispered the words into the top of your head and bumped his nose gently against it, "All better, right? You're going to be okay." With a swell of love that almost made you want to cry once more, you believed it. He was going to keep you safe just as he has done forever. With a concrete certainty you knew that Stanley would fight of Heaven and Hell if it meant saving you. With a concrete certainty you knew that, at some point, he basically had. You shift, slow, leaning away from him to gaze into those dark caramel eyes yet again. That's where the power came from, you were certain; from those eyes of his. They were so calm, so collected, so firm and confident and adoring. They shone with nothing but utter love.

"Stan..." Your voice was weak and shaky but Stan nodded his head, patient, waiting for you to find your words again, "Do... do you ever get nightmares?" At this, Stan cracked a radiant smile that was brighter than starshine and glowed in a way entirely different from the burning of the Deadlights. This smile was otherworldly, like the beams of the sun in the form of man. He nodded.

"Of course, dear," he hummed, and let his head fall forwards, forehead against your own, "We're only human." The last sob shook your body, and then you grew still as Stanley bumped his nose gently against yours. Your goosebumps sank away. The tightness of your lungs eased. A honey-toned warmth seeped from a newfound crack in your memory floodgates, letting through scraps of your childhood you had long since forgotten. The Summer of '88 had been pushed from your brain; as far as you had been concerned it had never even happened, it had just been Spring and then Autumn but now, with the door cracked open just a sliver, the memories spilled through and they were brilliant. You remembered the Barrens, playing guns and tag and Parcheesi and jungle hunters, winding through bamboo and splashing in the river and building a dam and an underground clubhouse. You remembered buying ice cream and movie tickets and picking through the dump with the seven greatest friends you had ever known. You remembered Stan the first time you'd seen him, haloed by the setting sun as you fell upon him and his friends on the cliff above the quarry. You remember Beverly's kind smile, Bill's welcoming eyes, Mike's handshake, Ben's timid wave. You remembered Richie's ill-timed joke and the way Eddie had so lovingly punched him so hard in the shoulder he had almost tumbled right off the rock he was seated on. You remember feel- hearing a click like pieces of a puzzle slotting together and you remember thinking these are my people.

Underneath these warm memories were dark ones begging to push through, to smother the good things, but for some odd reason you could imagine Stan fending them off, keeping them at bay for your sake. You can imagine him keeping the door held shut enough that the big ugly thoughts about hurt and fear on the other side of the gates. And you were grateful.

"You know," Stan said, and placed one hand on your cheek, his thumb skimming lightly over your cheekbone, "Those things in your nightmares can't hurt you. Monsters can always be killed," And, as if he had spoken directly to your brain, you feel-heard him saying if you believe they can. You met his sunbeam smile with your own, smaller but just as listlessly beautiful. Yet again you felt the aura around him, around your man, your husband, the only person you ever needed in your life.

"I know," You replied, and kissed him soft, "and I believe they can so long as you’re here with me.”

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Okay i actually,,,,, adore this I think? Stan doesn’t get enough love and I would die for him. So, just to kind of explain this in case I failed to do that through the text itself, Stan was gifted a few nifty little powers by either The Turtle or The Other depending on what makes more sense to you. He can (with a little struggling- that’s why the ‘floodgates’ opened and shut suddenly before finally only letting the good stuff through) staunch and release the memories of It and Derry in all of his friends heads, meaning he can choose what they do and don’t remember. He can also, just a little bit, project his thoughts onto other people. I’m not exactly sure why I went with this idea but I thought it was nice and fun and after playing a lovely It based game called ‘Use You Outside Voice Richie Tozier’ I fell in love with God-Stan. Thanks for reading :)

[2-cute-4-school]

𝙉𝘾𝙏 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙

@cherry-jaemin ~ Hello! Can I request a dreamies reaction to you being an idol and their best friend? Thank you!! ♡ (◕‿◕✿)   ~~~  Thank you so much for your request it was really fun to write, hope you’ll like it!! :)))))

Mark Lee

he cherishes you A LOT (︶ω︶)

but i honestly see him as someone who keeps his private life private

so your close friendship is kept lowkey

but he finds time to spend time with you despite both your busy schedules even if it’s made through your phone screens :(((((

one thing he’s most grateful for is that you understand

you understand what it’s like spending hours in the practice room frustrated, you understand what it’s like constantly missing home, you understand what it’s like working nonstop with no breaks until your body forcefully gives up my heart breaks for him every damn time

you understand him

your friendship is so pure (•ˇ‿ˇ•)

like you can both be laughing your asses off one minute, mark flopping around like a fish on land

and the next one you can be having a therapy session usually consisting of wordless comfort

mark doesn’t seem an emotional person but if there’s one(1) thing that can shatter him is witnessing you on your breaking point

like you were usually the one to check up on him often and pull him away from work for a while before he drowned himself in it

so seeing you overworked and utterly exhausted made him sick

no one could convince him to leave your side for some time (⌯˃̶᷄ ﹏ ˂̶᷄⌯)ﾟ

you clung onto each other and mark softly scolded you for taking more care of him than yourself despite knowing that he’d do the same you’re like his baby he’s allowed to

other than your emotional moments you’re so playful together

‘bruh’ ‘dude’ ‘man’ - your daily vocabulary involving each other -_-

you sometimes gather in a studio and just write lyrics together or help each other with practice bonding time

basically you just vibe together so well and you’re just so grateful for each other’s presence because it eases your hectic and busy lives

you feel like a breath of fresh air to him and vice versa

Huang Renjun

friendship with him is basically clowns clowning each other 🤡

even more so since you can both joke about your shared career

he makes a tradition of reacting to your every m/v god help u he clowns you from the first second to the last

“looking a bit constipated aren’t we, y/n? i guess that hotpot didn’t sit well with you” <(￣︶￣)>

“that’s just my face when i think about u, garden troll”

*huff* *incoherent mumbles of protest*

but he secretly streams THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR M/V and forces the rest of the dreamies to watch it several times too

you watch his radio every evening and sometimes even send in cringy messages just to get a reaction out of renjun lol

so basically you’re super supportive of each other but in your own ways

imagine sleepovers ma friend that’s a wiiild ride

ghost stories, alien conspiracies, crazy theories - THE MAIN MENU

bet y’all renjun can’t sleep without someone he can hold onto after watching or talking about scary things ੧| ‾́ー ‾́ |੭

and you wouldn’t call that cuddling no, it’s more like....strangling....but with love....kinda....yeah that sure  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

on another note, you made it you personal mission to lift his confidence whenever SM doesn’t treat him right (╬ Ò ‸ Ó) y’all evil cockroaches

and renjun always promotes you subtly during his lives

“ ���renjun can you give us a song recommendation?’ yeah sure actually there’s this song-” spoiler alert : it’s always one of your songs

one of the biggest secrets in kpop is who drew that *absolutely* gorgeous portrait of you that you proudly showed in your own live

spoiler alert x2 : it’s renjun, it’s always renjun

your friendship is really one of a kind

basically best friends lovingly clowning and supporting each other at the same time precious am i rite

Lee Jeno

jeno seems like a very comforting person to me

like he’s someone you can go and vent to about all the pressure of your career and what not

and he’d just listen to you and hold your hand tightly in his if you’re able to meet face to face, he has his own way of grounding you when everything gets hectic （＾ｖ＾）

he’s a lowkey hypeman

whenever you happen to perform at the same awards show as dream he makes sure to dance and cheer cutely for you o(≧∇≦o)

you won an award?? this man is so proud he hollers louder than your fans well basically he’s your no.1 fan soo :))))))

he always tries to shield you away from hate so it’s one of the reasons he doesn’t disclose much of your closeness lowkey protective jeno

you had an airport accident once common against idols unfortunately

lemme tell ya, jeno went NUTS  (｀⌒´メ)

he’s not a confrontational person but he CAN and WILL be when it comes to you

he babies the heck out of you for the next few days :3

and once he has the occasion to turn on vlive he takes a minute to *calmly* explain that while idols love their fans, it’s not fine for fans to invade their privacy and personal space preach sister

you were also close to flipping the sasaengs’s shit up when they kept bothering keno with calls leave the man alone jeez (┛ಠДಠ)┛彡┻━┻

he always reminds you to to take care of yourself

“don’t push yourself too hard” “don’t drink too much coffee, you’ve seen what it can do to jaemin and we don’t want that now, do we?”

he often covers your dances ⌒°(❛ᴗ❛)°⌒ and nails them

“jeno you’re dancing better than me on MY OWN SONG”

“idk what you’re talking about” (＾ω＾)

overall your cheerleader and each other’s poorly read not at all paid bodyguards

Lee Haechan

“your sun is here to enlighten your life!!!!!”

“gtfo hyuck”

this man knows no privacy

he’s ruthless and he visits whenever he wants even if it means that’s on a wednesday AT 3 AM (┛◉Д◉)┛彡┻━┻

he tells you it’s because your ‘just forcefully woken up’ is the best blackmailing material

in reality it’s because he just misses you A LOT ( ⁍᷄⌢̻⁍᷅ )

this rascal is busy a lot and you’re busy a lot and so every single moment spent with you is so so precious to you both

he gets overwhelmed by this feeling of longing sometimes so he acts on instinct and just barges in wherever you are

but you can also count on him at any time

*middle of the night* *donghyuck sleepily answering his phone* *sniff* *sniff* “hyuck”

“yeah what’s wrong??? who am i beating up???? should i take johnny too???? just say the name cutie (*｀Ω´*)”

you only ended up crying about missing his cuddles

*sigh* “you only love me for my cuddles”

you once told him fleetingly that you missed breakfast and lunch

you found 2 boxes of takeout outside your apartment already paid by a certain someone i need a hyuck pls

he’s also quite vocal about your friendship and randomly mentions you

“y/n told me that i look cutest with my baby belly so unless you wanna pick a fight with them lay off gremlin” ー(￣～￣)ξ

both your dreams are to get to collab on something anything it would be heavenly for hyuck to colllab with anyone tbh

nothing can keep you 2 apart, your duo is just too strong and the world just isn’t ready for you

Na Jaemin

he’s such a warm person

he babies you but just because he wishes you’d have more time to spend with each other ( *’ω’* )

so the only way to quench his worry is texting you daily to make sure you’re alright and taking care of yourself or he’d personally do it

the way he talks about you tho (╯✧∇✧)╯ like you put the stars in the sky you did for him

“y/n is actually quite good at this game, i ate dirt when we played together”

“y/n looks so pretty in those pictures we took together” Σ(*ﾉ´>ω<｡`)ﾉ

“y/n is my favorite model end of story”

talking about his love for photography, you’re his model 80% of the time

his camera roll is filled with pictures of you every time you find enough time in both your busy schedules to meet up

he has enough to open a fanpage if he hasn’t done that already ;)

in turn you’d secretly dedicate parts of the lyrics you wrote to him

i’m telling you he would CRY hearing your sweet voice sing such beautiful words meant for him he would feel so appreciated pls ( ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ )

he always says that he has no other friends other than his members so having you validating the strong bond he feels with you would elevate him to cloud 9  :,(((((

i can imagine you two meeting on a variety show a mess that would be

you can’t be too close in front of the cameras in order not to give the wrong impressions

but behind the scenes you’re not leaving each other’s side, chatting and clinging onto each other the entire time (≡^∇^≡)

and even on screen as long as you’re allowed to you’re attached to the hip, ALWAYS beside each other

in conclusion you’re the besties everyone is envious of and wishes to share such a precious bond with someone ∩(︶▽︶)∩

Zhong Chenle

y’all are basically the ‘you can’t sit with us’ pair -_-

another one who i think would keep your friendship private

like it is public that you two are friends but neither of you shares more about your meetups and so on

but chenle is lowkey highkey whipped

chenji making keychains for the rest of nct? +1 for y/n (/^▽^)/

surprise party for chenle’s birthday? you’re dressed as staff waiting for him to notice you after cameras are turned off he screeched so loud the entire building heard him and then proceeded to cling onto you forever

you know how chenle took jisung to him home in china? he took you with him as often as you both could afford the time to he even rescheduled a few times to make it convenient for you to come along (｡•́︿•̀｡)

he buys all versions of your albums cuz he can

going to each other’s concerts!!!!!

i can imagine you accompanying his family to the dream concert (˃̩̩̥ɷ˂̩̩̥) the same one when jeno and jaemin decided to get nakey nakey yes

you’re texting nonstop istg (◔_◔)

chenle can always be seen texting in the waiting rooms and so on

you’re his source of confidence before concert and certain schedules

also you’re probably discussing your hangout plans :))))

which often ends up in playing basketball in a park at night and then getting bored or tired and just wandering aimlessly around

you secretly record duets together unreleased unfortunately ( ب_ب )

and he teaches you how to play piano

basically your friendship is very playful and you find a comfort place in each other to remind yourselves that you’re allowed to have fun and live your lives o(*>ω<*)o

Park Jisung

i think it took quite a while to befriend him

his shyness can get the best of him sometimes it’s okay bby

but once you got hi to break out of his shell you’ve got yourself a lifelong best friend congrats (ര̀ᴗര́)و ̑̑

he shows his caring nature through small acts

texts you good luck and encourages you before award shows

becomes your dramatic weatherman

literally glitches if you ever have even a *slightly* sexy concept

“how did you like the dance, jisungie?”

“i-uh...um...it was...yeah...it was really uh *coughs* *clears throat* it was NICE, yeah...nice” (๑ּగ⌄ּగ๑)

ofc he *absolutely* loved it, he just respects you and looks up to you too much to make any further commentary

you coach each other through dance routines :3

you never fail to calm down and give confidence to jisung whenever his nerves get in the way

jaemin actually specifically asked you to look after jisung during his hiatus

jisung’s TMI’s sometimes involve you  (´ㅂ`๑)

“today’s tmi? i started working on a surprise for you czennies...and i got help from a very talented performer”

the surprise was a dance cover choreographed and performed with you that was the death of your fandoms ੧| ⊗ ▾ ⊗ |୨

you can be considered childhood friends so you understand each other with little to no words spoken

that’s why everyone loves your ‘partners in pure crime’ friendship

[unmaskedagain]

Over This (Over you)

        Quick one-shot. Class salt ahead. this about the fall of Lila getting exposed. Kind of cliche at this point. Enjoy.

   Surprisingly, it was Mylene who found out the truth first. Lila had told a lie about a famous performer who taught her all about filmmaking.

           The issue?

           The guy had died three years before Lila was born.

           It all snowballed from there.

           She told Ivan who told Nathanial.

           Nathanial just shrugged it off because Lila knew a lot of people, maybe she just got confused. Then he overheard Lila brag about her weekend, then she casually thrown in that Stan Lee had dropped in. And his heart stopped.

           Because Nathanial didn’t care who you were: Stan lee was not a name you confused for anyone else’s. He had been a legend. Stan Lee had been a god to comic book lovers everywhere. Stan Lee was dead.

           Nathanial told Nino first.

           Nino had thought it was an honest mistake; a lapse in memory on Lila’s part. Still the suspicious didn’t just go away.

           And when he heard her bragging about working with the famous DJ Marshmallow; that she helped him compose his biggest hit.

           Nino paled when he remembered that he had played nearly all of Marshmallow’s jams to Lila and she hadn’t known a single one. Even asked if it was Nino’s own work.

           That was when he got Alya involved. It had been Saturday, date night, but they were stuck babysitting their little siblings. They tended to find themselves babysitting a lot. They couldn’t find anyone willing to cover for them.

           Nino carefully brought up the Lila situation.

           Alya at first came to Lila’s defense. She had already dealt with Marinette’s jealousy and determination to call Lila a liar. Lila had been bullied by Marinette for months. It got to the point where the whole class had no choice but to ostracize the Bluenette like they did Chloe until she changed her evil way. Even Adrien gave the girl the cold shoulder. A few of them even went out of their way to show Marinette what it was like to be bullied; a trip here or there, torn up school notes, an “accidently” spilled drink on something Marinette had been designing. When Marinette didn’t change, and seemingly became friends with Chloe, Kagami, and kids from other classes; Alya had to put her foot down, and the rest of the class followed suit. They would not be friends with Marinette anymore.

After that, Alya refused to let anyone talk bad about her new bestie. Even if that person was her boyfriend. However, before she could get angry, Nino talked her down. And Alya quickly conceded that two was a coincidence, three times was a pattern.

“Fine,” Alya huffed and pulled out her phone to research Lila Rossi. It would be easy show the entire class just how amazing her best friends was, and then the nasty rumors of her being a liar would stop once and for all.

           However as Alya searched for information on her new friend, she found google to be lacking. Slowly but surely as Alya tried several different search methods, the righteous feeling she had started with faded away as desperation filled her.

No, she thought with growing horror, Lila was telling the truth. She had to be.

           Alya had supported her. She had filled the Ladyblog of interviews from Lila. She had-She had! Lila couldn’t be lying.

           But no matter how long Alya searched. There was no evidence to support anything Lila had ever said.

           Alya held her phone is her hands tightly and just stared at it. Tears burned in her eyes. She looked up at Nino and gasped, “Lila is a liar!”

           The entire class knew within the hour.

           The group chat was filled with remorse and anger. (Three akumas came out of it. Ladybug saved the day.) No one knew how to react. How should they confront Lila? How could they make her pay?

           But then Rose, sweet Rose had texted something that made all their hearts stop

Rosebud: What about Marinette?

Shit, one by one they all thought, Marinette!

           They had all hurt the girl, their ‘everyday Ladybug’. So much so that they had snatched the title away from her and given it to Lila, who they thought deserved it more.

           Quickly, they all tried to text and call their dearest friend with apologies ready on their lips, only to hear “This number has been disconnected.”

           Marinette had changed her number.

           Alya and Nino had raced to the bakery as soon as their parents came from. Only for Sabine and Tom, the nicest people on the entire planet, apart from Marinette, had given them the coldest glares possible, and told them Mariette had gone a weekend trip. And that they were no longer welcome in their establishment or in their home.

           By the time Monday morning rolled around, emotions were high. Adrien had tried to calm the class down, convince them that what Lila did wasn’t so bad, but they wouldn’t hear it. Most of the class waited silently as their desks, lost in their thoughts.

           Until Lila strolled into class, a big smile on her face, “Wait till I tell you what I did this weekend,” And went on to talk about the celebrity she had been with.

“Liar!” Alix roared, and Kim had to hold her back from throttling Lila.

           That was all spark needed for the class to start ripping into her.

           Alya screamed about her ruining the Ladyblog and destroying her career; her friendship with Marinette. Nino yelled about promised connections and missed opportunities. Everyone had something to scream.

           Lila tried to defend herself. However, it became increasingly clear that the game was up. There was nothing she could do to save it. She looked around helpless.

           That was the scene, Marinette, Kagami, and Chloe walked in on. Marinette and Chloe had spent the entire weekend at a fashion show; models for Audrey Bourgeois, walking the runway. And when they weren’t doing that, they were at photoshoots. Kagami had tagged along for support, and the beach house they had stayed in. When the girls weren’t working, they had a blast just hanging out.

           Marinette eyed the teary Lila and the angry faces of her classmates, her ex-friends, and just snorted, “Took long enough.”

           Kagami just held out her hand.

           Chloe huffed and handed money, “Two weeks. Just two more weeks, and I would’ve won the bet.” She stumped her foot. “Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. These morons spent over a year hanging of Lie-la’s every word and they couldn’t give me two more weeks.”

           Marinette giggled at her friends antics. “I told you not to bet against her.” She said as the three walked to their desks in the back. Ignoring all the eyes on them. “Kagami doesn’t lose.”

           Said girl in question smirked, “As if there was ever a chance.”

“…Marinette?” Rose said, her eyes still red from all the crying. “I’m so sorry. We should’ve listened. We should’ve believed you.”

“Yeah,” Alya cried. “Girl, I can’t believe I got fooled. I’m so sorry.”

           More apologies came. Each one more sorrow filled the last. Lila watched with anger in her eyes.

           When the last one was done, Marinette shrugged, “Whatever,” And went back to talking with Chloe and Kagami.

“Whatever?” Alya asked confused. “What do you mean: whatever?” She had expected an emotion reconciliation. With promise of future girls’ night and being best friends forever.

           Even Lila was caught off guard, and stopped her escape from the room to watch.

“It means an American localism,” Marinette explained. “It’s mean it’s doesn’t matter; I don’t care; sure, okay. Sometimes, just to end a conversation if there’s nothing more to say.”

           Nino frowned, “How can you say that? We’re really sorry!”

“And that means what?” Kagami asked, coldly.

           The question caught most of the room off guard.

“This has nothing to do with you!” Alix hissed. “We’re talking with Marinette.”

           Marinette crossed her arms, and leaned back in her seat, “Answer the question.” She said. “What exactly did you expect to happen? What do you even think apologizing would mean?”

           Kim scratched his head, “Its means everything’s okay again; that we’re friends again.”

           The three stared at him. He shifted uneasily.

“Ridiculous,” Chloe muttered.

“No,” Marinette said slowly to them. “That’s what it means. Saying sorry just implies you know what you did was wrong and that you feel bad and want to make it clear to the offended party that you are remorseful. It doesn’t actually do anything.”

           Lila smirked. She was glad she stayed. The fools thought everyone would go back to the way it was. Unfortunately, Marinette had different plans.

“We are remorseful, though,” Rose pleaded. “We feel really, really bad about what we did.”

           Marinette nodded, “I understand. But that doesn’t change what you did,” She explained. “You hurt me. You bullied me. You accused me of awful things. You ended our friendships. I understand that you are sorry. I accept your apology,” The other students visibly brighten with hope on their faces. “I do not forgive you. I don’t have to forgive to you. It’s not okay,” Marinette said this part directly to Kim, who used to be her oldest friend in the room. “I will not say “It’s okay”, to your apology. Because you’ll just think it okay to do it again. And it’s not. What you did was not okay. And I do not have to forgive you.”

“But we’re friends,” Juleka sobbed, “Friends forgive. Best Friends forgive.” To that Alya nodded earnestly.

“We are not friends,” Marinette said bluntly. “We haven’t been friends in a long time. I only have two friends in classroom, my best friends,” The two girls next to her preened. “Kagami and Chloe. All my other friends are in different classes.” She paused. “And before you ask, I don’t think we can be friends again. I do not want to be friends again because I can only be friends with people I trust and like. None of you meet those requirements.”

           Ouch. The other students flinched back as if slapped.

           Adrien stepped forward, “You’re being mean, Marinette. They’re sorry. Just let them make it up to you.” He smiled wide, hope in his eyes. “Then we can go back to the way it was before.”

Chloe raised an eyebrow, “Just how hard did you hit the ground when you fell out of that tree when we were five?”

Marinette snorted a laugh. “This isn’t a movie, Adrien,” She told him. “Life doesn’t work like that. And what about you? How sorry are you? You knew Lila was lying the entire time, and did nothing.”

Nino let out a strangled cry, “What? Bro?”

Angry glares turned toward the blond.

“No,” Marinette slammed her hands on her desk. “You don’t get to be mad at him. I do. He didn’t have to tell you Lila was lying because I already did. Me! Someone most of you have known since we were toddlers. You just met Adrien less than two years ago, there was no reason for him to think you would’ve believed him over me.  It’s not like you believed Kagami when she came to class and pointed out hole in Lila’s stories. Adrien’s only crime was that he never had my back like he promised he would. Not once. And I don’t forgive him for that either,” She added to her former crush; during her speech his face had gone from scared, to relieved, to devastated.

“Sorry doesn’t fix everything,” Kagami said simply. “To think otherwise, is the same childish behavior that got you into this mess.”

           Chloe nodded, “And thinking everything can just go back to the way it was, after everything, all the hurt, is just stupid,” She stated let looked over every student in class to let them know she was speaking with them too before resting her eyes on Adrien. “There’s too much damage now. This isn’t like the fights we had as kids. We can’t just share cookies and forget a second later that we we’re fight. It’s a burned bridged; scooping up the ashes and hoping for the best doesn’t change the fact that the bridge is gone. It’s just gone.”

“She’s friends with you,” Alya snapped.

“We were never friends before now,” Chloe defended, anger raging in her eyes. “We hated each other. I made her life. Never once did Marinette trust me, relied on me, thought of me as friend.”

“Nothing Chloe did actually hurt me,” Marinette shrugged. “At least not in way that matter. Because she was just a mean girl who didn’t care about me and I didn’t care about. When we became friends, it became different. Now there’s an emotional connection, trust. Now she could actually hurt me.”

“Not that I would,” The blonde quickly added. “But it’s different for you. I hurt my enemy. You hurt your friend. She expected me. She never saw you coming.”

           Miss Bustier walked into class. The bell rang. Everyone went back to their. Mourning their friendships and berating their own actions.

           As the days went on, some of ex-friends tried to pretend everything was alright between Marinette and them again.

           Rose would try to draw her into the latest gossip. Alya would just sit down at her lunch table and just launch into a conversation but would leave once it was clear that the three girls were ignoring her.

           Kim tried to joke around with her but was met with stone cold silence. Alix tried baiting her into an argument.

           Those like Nino, Juleka and Max just left her alone. They knew they had done wrong and accepted the consequences.

           A month later, another blow up happened.

           Alya stomped into the lunchroom, right to Marinette’s table, and slammed a magazine on it, “This this why you don’t want to be friends?” She yelled gaining the attention of the entire cafeteria. “You’re too good for us now?”

           Marinette glanced at the magazine; teen vogue. On the cover was Marinette wearing the latest from Audrey Bourgeois’ new line.

           Alya picked up the magazine and showed her class. There were gasps. Students from the other classes just gave impressed looks when they recognized the sweet girl from Bustier’s class.

Alya sneered at Marinette, “You think better than us?”

“How could you not tell us?” Alix snapped.

           Adrien nodded in agreement. He couldn’t believe Marinette wouldn’t tell him. She had to know how lonely those photoshoots got. Didn’t she care? “I would have liked to model with you. It would be nice to have a real friend on set.”

“You’re not even that good at it,” Alya said with jealousy having filled her heart since she saw magazine in the store. Her friend had her foot in the door to her fashion dreams a while Alya’s dream of being a great journalist had gone up in smoke. The Ladyblog was ruined. Her fans had been flocking for months and Alya couldn’t figure out why until the truth about Lila was revealed. Now no one trusted Alya would have the scoop. The Ladyblog was replaced by Bugout managed by Aurore. “You probably begged Chloe’s mom for the job. And she took mercy on her brat’s only friend.”

           Kagami narrowed her eyes, “I am Chloe’s friend too. Luka is Chloe’s friend. Aurore is Chloe’s friend. Marc, Claude, Ondine; are all Chloe’s friends. Once again you failed to check the facts.”

“Ooohs,” Were heard from various students around the cafeteria. Nearly everyone knew by now that the Ladyblog had fallen into infamous category. It had been blacklisted as a credible resource by a majority of local news.

           Not to mentions the rumors cease and desist orders from various celebrities.

“I’ve been modeling for over almost two years,” Marinette said, frost in her eyes, as she looked at her class. “Never once have I brought it up. And I’ve been on the covers of Seventeen, Elle girl, Sassy, Vogue Paris, and Cosmogirl. I was featured, along with Chloe, in a spread in Vanity Fair. And another one in W with Gigi Hadid. I walked the runways during fashion weeks for New York, London, and Paris. Never once did I brag. Never once did I think it made me better than you. Or anyone for that matter.”

           The tone was far different than any they had ever heard Marinette use before. It was cold, unfeeling, and sent shivers through them. Alya, in particularly, unconsciously took a step back.

“I didn’t tell you,” She said mockingly to Alix who reddened. “Because we’re not friends. I don’t owe you anything. I don’t have to tell you anything. You’re no one to me.” Marinette glared at Alya. “No one at all. Just some wannabe journalist who ruined her own life’s work because she couldn’t remember that a good reporter checks her resources.”

“Damn,” Aurore chuckled, she sat next to Kagami and was enjoying the fireworks.

           Alya opened her mouth to yell but stopped when Nino placed at hand on her shoulder and motioned around the room. All eyes were on her. She flushed.

“I don’t know what your problem is, Alya.” Marinette shrugged. “Half the time you’re blaming Lila.  The other half you’ve been acting like you’ve didn’t do anything wrong. Now you’re looking for some excuse to make me the bad guy again. Just stop. You’re not a victim. You need to stop acting like you are. Hell, I’m not even the victim anymore because I moved on with my life. I have better things to do than be hurt and angry for the rest time.”

“Lila lied,” Alya repeated for the thousandth time. “I didn’t. It’s not my fault.”

“Seriously?” Marc asked from where he sat at Marinette’s lunch table. “Is she serious?” He asked Ondine who had a bewildered look on her face.

           Marinette just pinched her nose. “Oh grow up! You tripped me class. Sent horrible texts that could easily been considered harassment in a court of law. Destroyed weeks of designs when you ‘accidently’ spilled your coffee on my desk. You didn’t talk to me for months. You reported false information for over a year; dragging multiple celebrities into it. When you weren’t doing that, your blog focused more on the supposed relationship between Ladybug and Chat noir than it did on actual news. Any information you actually reported was half-assed at best. I’ve seen more accurate information on Tumblr. That was Lila. That was you.”

           Fire raged in Alya’s eyes, hurt clear on her face. She looked like she was going to explode.

Akuma alert anyone, Marinette thought.

“You screwed up. It happens. Let it go.” Marinette stood up, grabbed her bag. “This whole confrontation of yours was just childish. And I’m over it. I’m over you.”

“I was over you first,” Alya lunged at Marinette, with tears in her eyes, but Nino pulled her back.

Marinette rolled her eyes and moved to leave but just before she did, Marinette looked at Alya and then at the Class. “You’re ill-tempered, rash, and prone to immature behavior better suited on your little sisters. Besides the obvious, you want to know the real reason, we can’t be friends? You’re a child.”

And with a shake of her head, Marinette said. “And I’ve outgrown you.”

There was applause as Marinette left the lunch room to go transform. A smirk was on her face.

She really was over it.

[inadaydream99]

The Thin Line Between Love and Hate

Request from @kpopwrld ~ Haechan enemies to lovers

A/N - Thank you for sending in this request! I absolutely loved writing it, although I got extremely carried away (I think this is the longest oneshot I’ve written). I hope you enjoy! 💕

Disclaimer: mentions of alcohol/ drinking, swearing.

You heave a deep, irritated sigh, eyes clenching shut as you try to calm yourself before giving into Donghyuck’s relentless attention seeking.

“What.” You whisper shout, annoyance evident in your tone as you turn around in your seat to face him behind you. His devilish smirk alone is enough to make you see red.

“Can you move your abnormally large head out of the way so I can see the board?” Donghyuck grins, watching in amusement as you roll your eyes and turn away without a single word.

“Asshole.” You mutter under your breath. Now your mind is far too distracted by your hatred towards Hyuck to focus on your work for the rest of the class. Though it’s not long before you hear the bell ring, signalling the end of the school day.

“So I was thinking I might not go to Jaemin’s party tonight.” You overhear Donghyuck tell Renjun. Thought you don’t dare let on that you’re listening in.

“But why? If you don’t go it’ll be shit.” Renjun tries his best to persuade. “And besides, do you know how many girls have approached me today to ask if you’re going? Cause, let me tell you, it’s a lot.” You try to swallow your grimace. The thought of anyone finding Donghyuck even remotely attractive brings a sour taste to your mouth instantly. He’s horrible, walking around like his owns the place. But that’s what happens when you let popularity get to you. And in the social hierarchy of your school, Donghyuck is at the very top.

“Well, the party’ll have to be shit then, cause I’m not gonna go.” He insists, swinging his back pack over one shoulder before walking away. You shyly glance over to Renjun when you hear his defeated sigh, briefly catching him shake his head before following after his friend.

You’re glad to know that Hyuck won’t be attending Jaemin’s party later, then at least you won’t have to worry about him trying to show you up in front of everyone. That is if you do decide to go yourself. You’re not particularly a party person, it’s just not how you’d prefer to spend your time. But once in a while doesn’t hurt.

You’re not even sure why Donghyuck hates you so much in the first place, but you’ve been sworn enemies for as long as you can remember. Your earliest memory being when he pushed you into a puddle of mud when you were in elementary just because you had taken the blue marker and wouldn’t share it with him.

Ever since that day you’ve never been able to get along. He’s always tried to one up you and rub your face in everything. He even stole one of your best friends, and long time crush, Jeno.

“Woah, what’s with the sad face.” Mark playfully nudges you with his elbow.

Everyday is the same routine. Mark would meet you outside of your last class and you’d walk home together. It’s been that way since middle school, and even now as high school seniors, the tradition is still going strong. Well, minus Jeno, he stopped joining you in ninth grade when he became part of Hyucks popular group.

“It’s nothing. Just-”

“Donghyuck?” Mark finishes your sentence, knowing exactly where it was heading. I mean, it’s pretty predictable at this point and Mark’s your best friend, he’s had more than his fair share of listening to you rant about Donghyuck. “So, you going to Jaemin’s party?” He’s quick to divert the conversation.

“I don’t know if I want to... I mean, it’s a populars party.” You mumble, fiddling with your fingers as you walk beside him.

Now, you and Mark are friends with Jaemin. Hence why you’ve been invited. And although you’re well liked by most people, you always feel shy and awkward around the popular crowd.

“Oh come on, I can’t go without my bestie.” Mark shakes your shoulder, watching as you giggle along with him. His laugh is always so infectious, you can’t resist smiling when you’re around him.

“Fine! I’ll go.” You playfully roll your eyes, watching fondly as Mark cheers overdramatically at getting you to give in.

~

“(Y/N)! Mark!” Jaemin cheerfully greets you as you enter the party. It’s already in full swing, loud music blaring and everyone dancing and talking to each other.

“Nice party.” Mark high fives Jaemin.

“Yeah.” You half heartedly agree, an uneased smile on your face. You can’t help but feel a little on edge, your eyes peering around the room to make sure that Hyuck really hasn’t turned up, just like he told Renjun earlier.

“Looks like we need to get someone here a drink.” Jaemin sends a cheeky grin to Mark, before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the kitchen.

You come to a sudden halt half way through the crowd. You could have sworn you just heard Donghyuck’s laugh above the rest. It’s so distinctly him that no one else’s laugh could possibly bare a semblance.

“You ok?” Mark takes hold of your shoulders from behind you, mostly to stop himself from crashing into you. Your eyes flicker from searching the room to meet Jaemin’s in front of you, and then onto Mark’s as he peers around you. They both look concerned, but neither of them say anything.

“I’m fine, just- doesn’t matter.” You begin, deciding that explaining the reason for your nervousness is just silly. Jaemin sends you an encouraging smile before leading the way once again until you reach the kitchen.

“Ok, pick your poison.” He chuckles, sending you a challenging smirk.

“I’ll have whatever that mix is.” Mark points to the concoction of brown liquid. It’s evidently a drink that Jaemin had come up with for the party, his devilish smile gives it all away.

“Same.” You nod, still eyeing the drink.

“Good choice.” Jaemin laughs, passing you both a cup before picking up one for himself and holding his towards yours. “Cheers.” You all tap glasses before taking a mouthful.

~

“There you are!” Mark rushes over to you with a wide, hazy smile on his face. “Come join our game.” He guides you into the next room. You’d lost Mark after your second drink and, since then, hadn’t been able to find him until now.

You enter the room to find a group of people all sitting in a circle, including Jaemin, Jeno and Renjun.

“What’s the game?” You tilt your head in question, confused by the whole setting.

“We’re spinning the bottle to see who has to go in the closet for seven minutes.” Mark informs you as you both join the circle. You watch as Jeno leans into the centre and spins the bottle forcefully.

“(Y/N)!” Jaemin cheers, taking hold of your hand before guiding you towards the closet. “Ok, there’s already someone waiting in there so go on in and have some fun.” He shoots you a wink before shutting the door in your face.

To say you’re a little caught off guard is an understatement and the fact that it’s pitch black doesn’t help at all.

“Oh, sorry.” You jump away after bumping into someone. Obviously you are aware that you’re not alone in the small space, but you hadn’t expected to literally walk into them.

“It’s alright, you can’t see.” The voice is familiar, but you can’t seem to put your finger on it. The voice is low, indicating that is a guy. Maybe it’s someone you share a class with?

“So, how’d you end up in here?” You instantly cringe at your question. Obviously the same way you did, by being chosen by the bottle. “Sorry, that was stupid...” you trail off, letting out an awkward chuckle in an attempt to cover up your embarrassment.

“You’re cute.” The voice admits, this time a lot closer to you. “Is this ok?” You hear half a second before feeling hands gently rest on either side of your waist.

“Yes.” You mutter. “Is this?” You mimick back, reaching out to place your hands onto the guys chest directly in front of you.

“All good.” He responds mere inches from your face now.

Although you can’t see each other you know that you’re attracted to whoever he is. The gentle way he holds you sends a giddy feeling through your body. There’s a connection between you that fizzes to life just from a single touch. An attraction that’s luring you in closer and closer.

You let out a breathy gasp when you feel his hand caress your cheek, drawing you in the direction of his lips.

“Can I?” You can feel his lips ghosting yours, breath mixing and the air hot with anticipation.

“Mhmm.” You sound, already rendered speechless. But that’s all your mystery man needs as confirmation.

Your lips connect in a timid kiss, both of you testing boundaries before anything escalates. But as time goes on, things progressively grow deeper and more passionate.

“Times up!” You break apart when you hear someone banging on the opposite side of the door.

Those seven minutes went by extremely quickly, not that you’re complaining at all. You want to finally find out who you’ve been kissing and the only way to do that is to exit the dark room.

You squint a little when the door first opens, the artificial light blinding you as you step back into the party. Noticing how everyone is watching you in anticipation makes you feel uneased. That is until you finally cast your eyes to your left and see who’s stood beside you.

“This has to be a joke.” You gasp as you lay your eyes on the one and only Donghyuck. He said he wasn’t going to be here tonight...

“I’m glad that’s over. Now pay up.” He darkly snickers, approaching the group of snickering boys. “Nice kissing sweetheart.” He mocks, earning laughter from the rest of the room.

You’ve never felt more embarrassed and hurt in your life. This whole thing was a bet. And although it sounds insane, you think you’re more hurt about the fact that you were kissing Donghyuck and he made you feel a way you’d never felt before... you just want the ground to open up and swallow you.

“Can you believe she fell for it?” His spiteful jokes fall into background noise as you rush out of the room.

“Not cool man.” Mark shoots a glare towards Donghyuck. “And I expected more from you Jaemin. I thought (Y/N) was your friend.” His tone drips with disappointment, filling Jaemin with regret as he watches Mark run off to find you.

~

Monday morning sees a fresh wave of anxiety hit you. Although it’s been two days since the humiliation at Jaemin’s party, you still can’t bring yourself to get out of bed, let alone consider the idea of going to school.

After you ran off at the party, Mark found you alone outside. It was obvious the whole ordeal had made him sober up and he explained that if he’d known what was going on then he never would have allowed it to happen. After your tears had subsided a little, Mark walked you back home and ever since you’ve been hibernating under your duvet.

As it turns out, Donghyuck had meant for you to overhear his conversation with Renjun about not going to the party because he knew that you were more likely to attend if you thought he wasn’t going to be there. You’d found this out through a series of messages from Jaemin the next day, though you’d still left him on read. You’re not ready to even acknowledge him, let alone consider forgiving him.

“That’s it, out of bed.” Mark barges into your room and throws the covers off of you.

“Mark! How’d you even get in here?” You whine, before stuffing your face into your pillow.

“You mom let me in.” He chuckles at your childish sulking. “You have 5 minutes to get ready otherwise I’m dragging you to school like that.” You lift your head to send him a glare but end up giving in when you see his expression. He’s not joking about and that alone is enough to make you comply.

Walking down the crowed hallway of your school is terrifying. You’re the laughing stock of the whole school. It seems that everyone knows what happened on Friday.

“I need to go.” You tug on Mark’s arm the second you spot Donghyuck at the other end of the hall. He’s stood with his group of friends all listening to him intently as he tells a story. The chorus of laughs that emitt from the group make you feel even more self conscious. If that’s even possible.

“No, you’re not letting this defeat you.” Mark resists your pulling. It was no use anyway, he’s far stronger than you are.

“But I-” your words get caught in your mouth the second you see Donghyuck cast a glance in your direction, his gaze locking on yours.

Everything instantly freezes.

It’s just you and him in your own little world. Your breath hitches in your throat from the way he looks at you so deeply. It’s not harsh or spiteful, in fact he’s looks like he’s remorseful, like he wants to come over to you and make sure you’re ok.

You see, as much as you hate to admit it, since your kiss with him you’ve not been able to think of Donghyuck in the same way. Before he would have made you angry, but now you only feel an ache in your chest, a void that can only be filled by the way he held you that night, or the way his lips fit so perfectly with yours.

You know he felt it too. He must have. Because as much as he likes everyone to believe that he is too cool to feel those sorts of emotions, no one can fake those seven minutes you shared.

“Let’s just get to class.” You’re the first one to break eye contact, your gaze flicking up to meet Mark’s as he stares at you in worry. There’s no way he could have missed the moment between you and Donghyuck, but he doesn’t bring it up. Instead he nods and allows you to pull him in the opposite direction.

Donghyuck continues to watch you as you turn your back and begin walking away with Mark. He never thought he’d see you as anything other than the person he despises the most and yet here he is... wishing he was the one you wanted to go to when you’re hurting.

~

The hallway is empty when you exit your last class of the day. You’d had to stay behind a couple of minutes to talk to your teacher about the upcoming assignment. Mark was aware of this as you’d informed him at lunch. He’d even said it wasn’t a problem and he’d wait for you, but right now he’s no where in sight. No one is. That is until you hear someone call your name from behind.

“I was hoping to find you.” To your surprise you find Jeno trying to catch up with you.

“Hey.” You smile at him, nervousness bubbling up in your chest just at the thought of having a sustained conversation with him.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re doing ok. After what happened Friday night...” He seems genuinely concerned, his subtle smile indicating that he feels sorry for you.

“I’m fine... or at least I will be once I’ve sorted a few things out.” You lightly laugh in attempt to make the atmosphere a little more lighthearted.

“I’m glad to hear.” Jeno chuckles along. “Do you want a lift home?” He offers sincerely. You’re surprised by his offer considering this is the longest interaction you’ve had in years. But it feels good to know that he’s still as nice as he’s always been.

“Actually I’m meant to be walking with Mark, but I have no idea where he is.” You forrow your brows in confusion.

“He can have a lift too if we find him?” Jeno offers.

“Well then, that sounds great.” You accept, both of you heading out of the school together with wide smiles on your faces as you fall into a comfortable conversation.

As soon as the door closes, Donghyuck steps out into the hallway from his hiding place behind the lockers. He hadn’t intended to evesdrop on you and Jeno. In fact, he’d actually wanted to try and talk to you, but he’d missed his chance by a split second.

And It’s now he realises the sinking feeling in his chest and the desire to make sure Jeno doesn’t beat him to you next time. The only reason he’d stolen Jeno away from being friends with you all those years ago was because he saw the way you looked at him. It make Donghyuck feel jealous, that’s why he did everything he could to ruin your friendship. But it’s now that he realises even that wouldn’t stop you from liking someone. And he can’t keep missing his chance.

~

“Where were you yesterday?” You playfully hit Mark on the arm as you approach him at his locker.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), I got stuck in detention. I tried to text you but I got caught and had my phone taken away.” Mark explains through a defeated sigh.

“Why’d you get detention?” You tilt you head in confusion.

“Talking in class, but I was only telling Jaemin to stop talking to me!” Mark throws his hands up defensively, clearly still sensitive over the situation.

“Well, you’re just lucky Jeno offered me a ride home.” You smirk, bursting into laughter at Mark’s surprised expression.

“Wait- you spoke to Jeno!” He feigns shock, playfully mocking you over your crush. Though you don’t get a chance to respond before Mark quickly shushes you and indicates for you to turn around.

“Ah, how nice of you to finally acknowledge me.” Donghyuck’s ever sparkling personality and tormenting smirk graces you.

“What do you want.” You flatly state. You’re already done with this conversation and it’s barely started.

“You could at least try to look happy to see me sweetheart. You couldn’t seem to get enough on Friday and I saw you staring in the hallway yesterday.” He taunts and you want nothing more than to slap the cocky smirk right off his stupidly attractive face.

“Oh don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it too. And besides, I only liked it when I didn’t know it was you.” You spit, shooting daggers at him. You have no idea where this new found confidence has come from but you’re not opposed to it at all. Maybe Donghyuck wearing your patience thin was a good thing because at least now you’re not going to let him get away with his typical bullshit.

Before he has enough time to fire a comeback at you, you’ve already grabbed Mark’s arm and walked away.

“Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” Mark jokes, completely in awe of how you just stood up to Donghyuck like that.

~

Donghyuck’s jealously is through the roof. He can’t stand watching you and Jeno laughing together in science the way you are. It should be him who you’re looking at with so much affection. If only he hadn’t messed up for the hundredth time that morning.

When you’d stood up to him he was left deflated. Ok, so he’d come across all cocky when he’d really been intending to ask you out. But that’s how you make him. He’s fallen for you hard and he doesn’t know how to get back up. You send him into a spiral of panic and his default setting is to mock and insult you.

“What do you want Hyuck?” You sigh as he approaches you while you are packing your things away. The way you say his name makes his heart skip a beat. And that’s before you’ve even properly looked at him.

“I just wanted to appologise for earlier, and everything actually.” He timidly mumbles.

Had you just heard him right? Have you inhaled too many chemicals in class and are now hallucinating?

“Huh?” You gawk, mouth hanging agape as you stare at Donghyuck in disbelief.

“So... are we cool?” He awkwardly questions, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Are we cool? When have you ever wanted to be cool with me?” You raise your brow at him, arms folded defensively as you persuade yourself that this is some kind of cruel trick on his part.

“I just think it’s time we put everything behind us.” Hyuck nods, forcing a meek smile onto his face. In truth he’s scared of you rejecting him. Not that he’ll ever let you know.

“Oh sure. Yeah, put everything behind us and move on.” You mock. “You know what, I’ll do you one better. Let’s become best friends yeah?” You condescendingly rant. It’s outrageous how he can think you two can suddenly forget all the years of relentless hating each other. The audacity he has is sickening.

“I really mean it (Y/N)...” You pause to look at him for a minute. “I reasied that I’ve always liked you, I’ve just not known how to deal with it. I mean, that kiss was the best I’ve ever had.” Donghyuck confesses, laughing at himself in the process. “But you’re right.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m stupid the even think you’d feel the same...”.

It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen Donghyuck.

“Well... I suppose I can admit that you are a good kisser.” You play coy, failing to hide the smirk that breaks out across your face.

“Only good?” Donghyuck’s face lights up, chuckling in amusement as he becomes increasingly confident once again.

“Fine, you’re great.” You admit, falling shy under his affectionate gaze. You turn your head to the side, trying to hide how flustered Hyuck makes you when his hands settle on your waist. It’s like they were always meant to be there.

“You’re great too.” He gently tucks his finger under your chin to coax your focus back onto him before bringing his lips dangerously close to yours.

You’re the first to lose patience, closing the space between you in desperation. Your lips melting together perfectly, clashing hurriedly, as if you’re both making up for lost time.

“Wanna walk home with me and Mark?” You breathlessly question the instant you pull apart. Donghyuck laughs in amusement as he reaches out to tuck a stray piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I’d love to.” He accepts through a warm smile, interlacing your fingers with his as you finally head out of the classroom.

It’s funny how things turn out. How years of despising each other can really be the result of not knowing how to express feelings. But Donghyuck is finally able to admit that he really has fallen for you. And you really have fallen for him too.

~ Bonus ~

“Finally!” Mark throws his hands in the air the second he sees you walk into the hallway with Donghyuck.

“We didn’t make you wait that long.” You sass back, casting a glance up to Donghyuck when you hear him snicker.

“You kinda did actually, but I understand you had some very important things to discuss...” Mark teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you both before bursting into laughter.