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Change My Mind [2]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 8.6k

I posted this a day later than the one on ao3 because I forgor :''DD

Seeing the support and comments from both website got me off my ass to fix the storyline, even made a lot of changes on the chapters I've had preserved.

this chapter got rewritten a LOT, and was longer than it initially was so I hope y'all don't mind long chapters.

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There's been times where your heart has truly fluttered for a man throughout your lifetime. Too many times has it been because some of your bosses (read: Jimin) flirted with you but you have never felt anything remotely giddy for anyone else outside the group.

Except for the man now sitting in front of you, flashing you a dimpled smile after handing out his card with an ease you only see in your friends and male leads in dramas. An action more attractive than any kabaedon or flexed muscles.

He's attractive but you don't like like him.

Yoo Guwon came to you as a bashful giant, rubbing the back of his head whenever he’s flustered and a constant sheepish smile featuring his deep set of dimples indented on both cheeks. He’s charming and articulate with his words just like a lawyer would be. Everything about him reminds you of another gentle and clumsy giant probably hunched over his music equipment back in the BigHit building.

It’s only been a few hours but you surprisingly covered most of the basic grounds of first meeting conversations during the short time you drove around Han River in a two seated bicycle. From the meager questions of ‘what dreams do you have?’ to the more complex and deeper ‘If the world falls into ruin, will you burn my body when I die?’.

Too graphic for a first date but you wanted to test the waters and you concluded that he’s too perfect.

He knows the right words to say, the proper way to act and it makes you suspicious. Your mother has never recommended you to a good guy before, having a track record of ten shitty suitors who all ran their mouths about their mediocre achievements, and dared to ask you about your purity before ranting about how dirty you are for not saving yourself for your husband the moment they find out you're not a virgin anymore. Then all of a sudden, she led you to good boy Guwon.

And it makes your skin crawl.

What did that woman eat? Has your father fed her something bad this time? What is she planning? It’s scary how she has finally advocated for an actual nice guy.

After taking you to a museum you're sure Namjoon has visited once, he drove you both to the Han River to rent a double seated bike to drive around with before ending the night with a nice reservation somewhere in the Seocho district.

The place is as sophisticated as fine dining areas usually are. With an intimate lighting, marbled tabletops matched with soft cushioned seats and high ceilings to make space for modern glass chandeliers, the restaurant was no doubt expensive, the type you have to reserve a spot two months prior to be able to experience its greatness. The point was driven home when you saw the amount of zeros it cost for one can of soda.

You asked him how he managed to get a table and he went down the rabbit hole of the many advantages he got from successful cases, ranging from a free monthly subscription to fruit baskets to a free week-long voucher to a five star hotel somewhere in Busan.

Going back to the butterflies, while not as wild as it got when Hoseok possessively wrapped an arm thrown around your waist to pretend as your boyfriend to ward off a persistent suitor, they're there, albeit subtle.

Very subtle.

Maybe it's in the way he didn't think twice to hand out his card towards the waiter in the most suave way with the thick golden watch decorating his wrist, sleeves neatly folded up to reveal the thick cords of veins on his forearms with his hair strewn messily and a dimpled smile that made you react like that.

You ignore the voice comparing his uncannily similar traits to someone else.

Meeting Guwon wasn't like how the movies illustrated love at first sights. They talked of fireworks exploding in the background and hearing the sweet chimes of wedding bells upon eye contact but for him, it's just that. A meeting far more formal than you'd like. He has a lot of qualities that check your list of husband material traits yet instead of butterflies, you could only feel an echoing hollowness in your chest as you listen to him list out his future plans.

It felt like surrendering to the fate the divinities had weaved out for you which is being an untethered forced to love someone you don't even feel any spark with.

He's a nice man who’s offering a comfortable future and you're just a woman who wishes to live a lavish life at home while your husband wastes his years away in the office. You might be a hopeless romantic who wished for soulmates and the like but you're not blind to the opportunity Guwon offers you.

You haven't texted the gc anything during the date other than the selfie you took before you left for the date but there's been constant vibrations in your purse and it's no doubt the guys asking for updates but for a moment you wanted to try to focus on the man before you.

Not that it wasn't hard to try with Guwon anyways.

Whenever the man spoke of his achievements and hobbies with a humble approach, he never forgot to ask you for your opinion or input on the topic. You also noted how he has never cut you off and let you speak whenever you wanted, listening with an eagerness only your friends usually show. He asked relevant questions with a genuine curiosity, eager to know more about you.

So when he asked if you wanted to go on a second date that night, it came to no surprise for anyone when you accepted it albeit the heaviness in your heart.

It was funny how eagerly you searched for a husband you could bring to your parents' doorsteps but the moment someone with all the qualities you seeked came, it felt disappointing. Boring even.

But you can learn, this man is your ticket to living without working anymore.

It came to no one's surprise that your mother was overjoyed, she wasted no time calling you before you could even change to squeeze the memory of today out of you.

The shrill scream of victory she let out that night was unforgettable because finally, a suitor you actually liked. Your dad even congratulated her off-screen for her matchmaking achievements before telling you to bring Guwon home to meet them.

Logically, you’re aware you've won the love roulette—Guwon has it all, he checked every box on your list, yet it felt like defeat and it tasted foul, bitter on your tongue.

You couldn't tell them that it was you deciding to settle, that would break her heart.

Tapping the end call button felt like the dam breaking and all the water held onto for so long flowed out. You fall lifelessly on your bed with a heavy sigh. Taking a couple evening breaths, you finally opened the group chat with an overwhelming number of unread messages.

[Today, 08:49]

[08:49] Mimi: I'd run my bank dry to take you on dates if you'd dress so pretty like that, noona~

[08:49]Tete: We're really seeing this for free when the poor guy has to pay for it. #livingapriviledgedlife😁👍

[08:49] Hobi: Wow noona🤯

[08:50] Yoongs: 👍

[08:55] Tete: Wait, I don't think those shoes fit you, go back home and change it😁

[08:56] Jinnie: Hey, you're showing too much skin on the first date! Go back and change!

[08:57] Joonie: Ignore these haters noona, I hope you enjoy your day😊

[Today, 21:48]

[21:48] Jinnie: are you home yet? You haven't seen our messages in HOURS.

[21:48] Tete: NOONA DID YOU GET MURDERED?!😱

[21:50] Joonie: Let's be rational guys, don't jump to conclusions. The date might just be going great if she's busy enough to not check her phone😊.

[21:51] Mimi: doing great? don't scare me like that hyung😵‍💫

[21:51] Tete: BUT WHAT IF SHE GOT KIDNAPPED HYUNG????

[21:51] Hobi: please reply soon, we're worried🥲

Jungkook's absence from the conversation didn't come to you as a shock, the kid doesn't even reply to you for a week despite being one of the people who raised him. Nonetheless, you sat up from your bed to record a quick video of you giving them a thumbs up and turning the camera to show your room.

The latter was an assurance to Taehyung that no, you also didn't get kidnapped into someone else's house to be someone's housekeeper, and no, it wasn't a clone either.

The moment your message gets sent, the replies blow up your phone almost instantaneously.

[22:28] Mimi: noona you're alive!

[22:28] Joonie: How did the date go?😊

[22:28] Jinnie: how nice of you to remember to update us PEASANTS.

[22:28] Mimi: How was Guwon?

[22:29] Tete: I KNEW WE SHOULD'VE WENT WITH YOU ANYWAYS

[22:29] You: Shockingly, he's a pretty nice guy. Not too bad on the eyes, and pretty smart. I think you'd get along well with him, joon. He's a lawyer so he covered most of the expenses today😁

[22:29] You: Overall, it was great, we're gonna go on a second one. He's pretty cool.

Instantly, messages from the members, even Jungkook’s to your surprise, flooded your screen.

[22:30] Tete: Noona you've been cursed! We need to bring you to the nearest shaman to break it!!

[22:30] Mimi: don't joke with us noona

[22:30] Mimi: I just got goosebumps!

[22:30] Joonie: Congratulations are in order then? Will we be expecting him around you soon?

[22:31] Yoongs: I need to meet him, need to know if he's good enough

[22:31] Yoongs: men are trash, I need to see him for myself before I decide

[22:32] Yoongs: and you know what they say about lawyers, they LIE. I wouldn't trust him

[22:32] Jinnie: WE need to meet the man who managed to steal your heart! I want to talk to him😊

[22:32] Mimi: don't use that emoji again, hyung

[22:32] Hobi: SCARY JWANN😱

[22:32] Joonie: Let’s not threaten anyone please.

[22:32] Joonie: But I'm really happy for you 😁.

[22:33] Tete: Those periods really scares me hyung…

[22:33] Tete: Somehow, I don't think you mean it…

[22:33] Joonie: What makes you think that, tae?😁.

[22:33] Tete: 😰

[22:34] Ggukie: a few drinks will fix you up, noona😁

[22:34] Mimi: you'll invite me this time right?

[22:34] You: I don't know, you already used your mischief hours this week, I doubt Sejin would be so kind next time.

[22:34] Hobi: if he does that right now during practice, I also wouldn't be so kind to him😊

[22:34] Mimi: you are scaring me hyung…

[22:34] Hobi: good😊

[22:34] Tete: Hyung, are you just gonna ignore Jungkook leaving?!?!!?

The messages continued for a good five minutes, mostly consisting of holding Jimin back from leaving practice and him sending pictures of the infamous Hoseok death glare from across the room before your doorbell chime rang, making you shoot up straight.

A beat. Then it continues in three quick successions, the knocks almost in sing-song and sounded like two hands were used to produce the tune, giving you an inkling on who might be visiting you at this late hours of night.

Padding out of your room, the front door suddenly swings open without warning and you yelp. By the doorsteps stands the intruder, a tall man in a black coat with his face hidden by a mask and a cap. Your body would've frozen a thousand times over if you didn't know this stranger who's hugging two paper bags, one overflowing with snacks and the other a breeze away from tearing apart from the weight and water drenching the material of the bag.

"Hi noona!"

After today, seeing Jungkook felt like a cure, his presence alone repelling the heaviness in your shoulders and you ushered him inside and he wandered into your home with ease, approaching the coffee table to place down the shopping bags.

Suddenly you remembered what he had scheduled prior.

"You're putting me on Hoba’s punishment rotation, what are you doing here?"

He giggled. “We both know he won't, hyung loves you more than me.”

He falls on your couch with the ease of someone who has visited your space numerous times throughout the years, propping up his feet on the back support and folding his arms underneath his head before staring up at you, expectantly.

"Anyways, I brought us food and drinks, don't I deserve a little praise?"

Sometimes it's easy to forget how young Jungkook really is, forced to grow and act mature to blend in with his surroundings, you've always seen him stand with pride alongside his hyungs. Seeing him awaiting for your praise so eagerly like a pup fills your heart with awe.

"Yeah yeah, good job. Now move over, let me sit down."

You tapped his arm, motioning him to move over so you could sit next to him, something he obeyed without resistance, busying himself in removing the contents from the soiled paper bag instead.

“Couldn't you have put some effort into it? At least sound grateful.” He pouts. Placing down the cluster of beer cans, you turned to him and pinched his cheeks.

“Oh my dearest darling, thank you for saving this noona of yours. Such an amazing baby I have here.”

Despite being the one who asked for it, Jungkook only rolled his eyes with a barely held back grin as he slapped your hands away, making you laugh, and turned to the bag holding the snacks he bought. You didn't miss the redness dusting his cheeks or the cheeky grin that tugged his lips wide as he spilled the contents of the last bag onto the table.

There's a significant amount of sweets and snacks laid before you, as well as stacks of canned beers and you turned to him with furrowed brows.

"Wouldn't this ruin your diet?"

He waved you off with a huff. "I work out enough to eat all of these in one sitting."

Instantly, your mind brings you back to white walls and gray furniture, faced with manager Sejin who warned you about interfering with the idols' diet at the start of your career. If it wasn't for Bang PD waving off their concerns, saying they needed to be rewarded for their hard work anyways, you would've been long booted out of the company.

It's a matter long settled yet it remains to weigh heavily in your head.

Seeing the hesitation in your eyes, Jungkook continues.

"I can show you proof of my efforts,"

He then reached down to the fabric of his shirt tucked into his jeans and tugged it up, flashing you the tightly corded muscles in forming on his abdomen and the thin happy trail you often see when patting his sweat down during concerts and you hastily pulled it back down with a yelp, cheeks growing hot while he laughed.

As he throws his head back in his mirth, you couldn't help but notice the way adulthood has taken away the fullness of his cheeks and has sharpened his features. A far cry from the sensitive young boy who cried his eyes out every time his hyungs got hurt.

There was no denying that Jungkook had grown without you noticing and it makes your chest swell with pride knowing he's been raised well by the others, in extension, although not so much, you as well.

"Don't worry so much about me, noona. I can handle the consequences now, you leave the reprimanding to me."

Under the warm overhead light of your living room, even with the exaggerated puff of his chest and his nose turnt up high, Jungkook's shoulder had never looked sturdier, reliable, in your eyes. You smiled, reaching to pinch both his cheeks making him grin wider than he already was.

"Look at you acting so cool, when did you grow so much?"

He rolled his eyes, pulling your hands away from his cheeks and entangling it with his. “I've always been cool, you just don't pay attention to me, noona.”

Before you could reply, he's already moved to reach for the beverages on the coffee table, popping two of them open and handing you one can, immediately you take a swig.

The beer fizzled in your tongue and left a trail of burns down your throat. The sensation is refreshing nonetheless and you place it down next to him before picking up the large bags of chips and standing up.

"I'll go put these in a bowl, go put something on the tv."

"Can I play anime?"

You waved at him dismissively, unable to find it in yourself to say no to him as you head towards your kitchen to transfer the junk into a bowl when a shrill tune from your bedroom cuts through the air, someone was calling you. You look over to Jungkook, scrolling through his phone, no doubt looking for a movie online.

"Gguk, can you pick up the call for me? My hands are busy right now."

There's a shuffle of feet behind you and in a moment, your phone quietens down. Finished with filling one bowl, you turn to find Jungkook leaving your room with a deep look and your phone in hand. His jaw set tight as he stood there with furrowed brows, eyes lit with irritation.

Looking at his reaction, you asked about your mysterious caller.

"Who was it?"

When he turned to you, the tick in his jaw dispersed. All of a sudden, he's smiling at you with mischief twinkling in his eyes, the change giving you a whiplash.

"It was the others, didn’t answer their calls cause I want you for myself tonight, noona."

(Later on, you'd find yourself staring at the many unread messages and two missed calls from Guwon, wondering in your drunken state if you've muted your phone at some point earlier.)

Hearing it from his lips now, your body locks, heart stuttering in your chest and butterflies exploding in your stomach, spreading a tingly feeling throughout your body and you laugh.

"Where did you hear that line from, brat? You just activated my fight or flight!"

"Taehyung says that and gets thanked but when I do it, I'm punished?" He pouts, stomping as he approaches the island counters and crossing his arms on the marble surface.

It reminded you of a bunny you saw from a video on the internet, angrily thumping their feet at their owner when it was being purposely ignored.

“In his defense, he does it while he’s acting like my crazy ‘exes’ and saves me from dates.”

“That’s just favoritism! I saved you once from a date!”

You threw him a deadpan stare. "Throwing me over your shoulders and kidnapping me isn’t the same as Tae and Jimin acting crazy enough to make the other guy uncomfortable to save me.”

Hoseok had your favorite troublemakers kneeled on the floor with both their hands up and facing the wall at the time, punishing them for being an hour late to their practice. He had called you in, asking if they had been accompanying you during —they weren’t.

Long story short, you didn't risk sharing Hoseok’s wrath with the two and took Jungkook instead, a decision you quickly regretted later on in the night when instead of approaching to act like one of your exes when you gave him a signal, he hoisted you up onto his shoulder and ran away while your date only watched in terror.

“Now that’s blatant favoritism! I didn’t kidnap you, we ran away together into the sunset! It was romantic!"

"Not for the other guy, no! He was shitting bricks when he called my mom. She got me squatting the entire afternoon when we met again."

Mentioning it alone made phantom pains throb in your knees and thighs, you shivered. If torture wasn't a socially unacceptable and punishable offense in the modern world, you were sure your mother would have stripped you down to your underwear and made you squat under the sun in front of your family house instead.

The absolute fury she unleashed on you that day is enough proof that she would've done it with no hesitation if it was lawfully appropriate.

"That's too much for a failed date."

"No reason to dwell on it. Main point is, don't take notes from dramas anymore."

With a last roll of his eye, Jungkook then picked up the bowls and brought them to the coffee table following you who had returned to your seat ahead of him. Once the two of you are situated back on the couch, he navigates through the streaming app for an interesting title before eventually settling on the romance anime he claimed to have heard amazing reviews about.

Without hesitation, Jungkook navigates himself into a familiar between your legs and leaned back on your chest, head finding his rightful space under your chin with a precision gained from doing so for years.

It goes without saying that Bangtan is affectionate. With the pressure they had during their rise to fame, it wasn't shocking that they comfortably seeked each other's comfort and spared no skinship. As one of the only staff within constant exposure that's close to their age, you too became one of their pillars of serenity.

It was the reason you had crushes on everyone at least twice during your time as their make-up artist, not that any of the boys knew nor does it matter.

Stability and work takes precedence over something as shaky as love.

There's only so much comfort another man can offer, your mother says from years before.

Jungkook more than anyone else in the group.

As a boy who sacrificed his childhood and time with his parents to pursue his dream, you felt more inclined to watch over him than the others who were adults by the time you joined. You were there for his first heartbreak, his first drink, his high school graduation; the point is, you were there and you held him every time he struggled with problems—mostly girl problems—he's too shy to seek his hyungs for.

But now with his growth spurt, cuddling up to you like he used to when he was younger with his gangly legs awkwardly hanging from the couch, carelessly leaning his head in between the mounds of your breast while his large hand mindlessly drew circles on your knee, you found yourself wondering about the appropriateness of it all.

A man and a woman alone in a room at night in close proximity, body leaning against each other. Society would argue they wouldn’t end the night as friends anymore after the encounter.

You paused mid-drink and grimaced.

It must be the beer talking.

"Noona."

"Yeah?"

"Wrap your arms around me, it's cold."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "It's not though? I always keep my house warm."

He let out an exasperated groan before reaching behind to grab your arm and roughly slinging it on his shoulders.

As time continued its cycle and episodes started to fly across the screen, the pile of opened beer cans on the table expanded. You really tried to focus on the movie but the feeling of his fingers tracing stars on your bare thigh left you oddly bothered. Jungkook has shifted his position higher at some point during the movie, his body now turned sideways, successfully squeezing himself into the small space between you and the back of the couch, legs entangling itself with yours while an arm is thrown across your body.

This position puts his nose closer to your ears and it makes you shiver. The feel of his hot breath fanning across your skin has given you more goosebumps in under an hour more than you've had throughout your life.

Even drunk, you could feel the building tension thickening around you and the will to tell him to off ebbs away with every caress of his fingers.

Gone were the innocent traces of stars and hearts on your thigh, his hand now grabbed onto your waist almost possessively, thumb rolling slow circles on your bare stomach; the motion conjuring the most unholiest of thoughts known to mankind.

When the credits started rolling, you knew you had to draw the line before you lost yourself to intoxicated thoughts and end the night with regrets.

"Time for you to go home now, your hyungs must be looking for you."

You tried prying his hand from your waist so you could reach for your phone on the table only for him to tighten around you, stopping you from moving away. He groaned, head nuzzling closer into your neck and his lips grazed your skin.

Instantly, electric jolts shoot through your body.

"Jungkook, I need to get my phone and tell someone to fetch you from here."

"Can't I just stay the night? I'm too comfortable right now…"

The gruff in his voice and the sensation of his lips moving on your skin has your stomach fluttering and you're too drunk to address the growing heat in your abdomen but thanked the sense of professionalism seeping through the fogs of your intoxicated mind.

Managing to pry him off, you reached for your phone and opened up SMS to tell Jin to pick their youngest up.

[01:21] You: Jwannn

[01:21] You: can you pick up your kid from my house? He's drunk and stinkyyy

[01:23] Jinnie: your knight in shining armor is on the way!

“Just let me stay the nighttt,” he whined into your skin.

"I don't have any more spare beds other than this couch for you to sleep in, Gguk. I turned the other room into a closet, remember?"

"I can just sleep with you on the bed, we used to do that, didn't we?"

He attempted to reach around you again but you pushed his limbs away once more before slapping his arm.

You tried not noticing how thicker and harder the muscles felt, you really did.

"But it's different now, Gguk. Come on, go wash up and drink water, I've already told someo—"

The moment you rose to stand, his arms shot around your waist in record speed and pulled you flush to his front, nuzzling his nose on the back of your neck before he sighed. When the first hot exhale hits your skin, you flinch away but the limbs wounded tightly around your middle restrict you from moving.

You try to ignore the heat simmering under your skin but it was hard when you felt the press of his plush lips on your nape as he leans closer into your skin.

“You always smell so nice, noona.” He whispered breathily, the sensation of his moving mouth sending shivers down your spine and you shivered.

“I-I can give you my lotion brand later, let me go so I can get it.”

“But I'm comfortable here…”

Mustering every strength left in your body, you manage to pull an arm out of the death grip he had on your body and slapped his hand. Jungkook easily ignores it.

“Come on Gguk, let me out now. This isn't appropriate.”

"How is it different now?"

The alcohol intoxicating your system loosened your grip on your inhibitions and your lips regrettably moved faster than your brain.

"You're a man now, Gguk. Honestly, we shouldn't be even doing this right now. It's inappropriate."

You try to stand once more, managing to pry him from your waist and standing up before his arms hooked around you once more and tugging you back down, this time on his lap as he burrows his head onto your back.

"Gguk?"

"Yo-you see me as a man, noona?"

As a child your mother has taught you how words could heavily influence and drastically change a situation, now as an adult, you've mastered the art of speech. But as you sit still on his thighs, body warm and inhibitions blurred by the alcohol, your loose lips have led you back to the very thing you try to avoid.

"It's hard not to think so when you've grown up this much."

In a flash, Jungkook is now hovering over your face as he places you back down on the couch, his nose a hair's width from touching yours and his hands planted on each side of your head.

There's a feral hunger swimming in his eyes as it stared into yours, desperate and intense before it fell to the plush of your parted lips and his gaze darkens. All of a sudden, you're a prey pinned down by an apex predator who's ready to devour you at any given moment.

Fire alarms blared in your mind and you regained control over your senses.

“Jungkook.”

"Noona."

You tried wriggling out of his grasp but it was no use, he's stronger. "Get off of me, kid."

“How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a kid anymore?”

“I'm not hearing anything out when you're acting like this, Gguk.”

He scoffed. “I just want to sleep here, in the same bed, nothing else is gonna happen. Why is it such a bad thing?”

“It's different now, Gguk. Come on, let me go.”

“How is it so different? You and Jimin hyung cuddle sometimes, I've seen you fall asleep next to Hobi hyung once, why is it different with me?”

“It's different because we're both drunk and things could happen.”

“I wouldn't mind it.” Jungkook responds with a cheeky smile. His grip on one of your wrist loosened enough that you were able to hit his arm and he giggled in response.

“But I do. It wouldn't be fair.”

Even something as small as letting one member stay at your home without the others can be the loudest announcement for the rest of the group. All those times you've rejected your friends, with reasons like ‘I don’t want to risk everything’, and ‘I don't want to hurt the others’, to turn back around to accept their youngest would be hypocritical of you.

He scoffs. "You tell us about all your stupid dates, don't you think it's more unfair for us?”

A familiar weight grows in your chest. Guilt tasted like rust on your tongue and dug into your heart with a ribbed knife. Your own late night thoughts manifesting before you and you pushed him away.

After everything, you were all friends, you trusted them more than you do with your other circle. There's not a secret left undiscussed between the eight of you so it was no surprise that you had indulged them with the details of your quest for a husband. Nobody ever raised any complaints with you sharing your days so you never thought twice about it.

It's been five years since Jin had confessed, three for Taehyung. Their eldest had confessed for the sake of him finally being able to move on after your rejection and with how he acted after, you had believed him. It was different for Taehyung who had continued to act like normal after his confession, neither dejected nor did he show signs of letting go but he did introduce a date to your group once, a year later, so you had assumed the same.

Were you wrong after all?

“Jungkook, we're drunk. Let’s talk about this tom—”

“I've never been more sober in my life than I am right now, noona.”

You didn't respond, couldn't reply.

What were you supposed to even say?

Jungkook usually obeyed you and his hyungs without hesitation, happily offering his aid whenever he could. He's the type of friend who's run himself dry just to fetch you a cup of water from the other side of the world but now as he hovers over you, he became a whole new person.

Greed has always been an irritating parasite that eats away at a person's morals but somehow in your drunken mind, you thought it looked so good on him. It fits him and his generous character the way one light clothing molds well with the dark fabrics. His familiar scent of vanilla and coconut clouded your senses, calming your panicking mind into a hush, leaving nothing but the thoughts of how his lips tasted and wondering if he’s as sweet as he smelled.

He let out a shaky exhale from through his mouth as he watched your parted lips with a rapt attention as if hypnotized by the way they subtly trembled with every breath that passed through.

In the pregnant silence of your room, his voice cuts through like a knife.

“Can I kiss you?”

He whispers against your lips, voice breaking in the middle from the weight of his request, honeyed and pleading, as if your kiss holds the answer to the problems of the world and holds the power to break him.

His hand travels up to cup your cheek oh so carefully like you're fragile china yet you feel yourself shatter under his touch.

You are losing grasp on your sober thoughts as lust starts to cloud your already compromised judgment, his request far too tempting to ignore.

Maybe a kiss wouldn’t hurt.

But wouldn’t it be unfair for the others who have expressed their romantic intentions to you since years ago?

It was a last ditch effort to reason with your mind and your body froze from the cold wave of realization. In the short time after his question, you recall the confessions you turned down to not ruin the relationship Bangtan has established for themselves and the bitter taste it left on your tongue.

“Jungkook… we can’t.”

Watching his expression contort into confused hurt almost made you want to take your words back, but your mind takes you to memories of apologetic and understanding smiles you’ve received throughout the years and the aches from those moments resurfaces, squeezing your heart in a tight grip.

“I-I’m sorry I can’t control my feelings, I just wanted to tell you about it… Thought that maybe after this, I could move on.” An apologetic voice whispers, the memory of premature confessions in the middle of a cleanup resurfacing.

“I can’t—I can’t do it to them, it’d be unfair.”

You pushed him back and he relented, letting himself be sat back onto the other side of the couch defeatedly. Despite it, his tight grip on your waist remained, pulling you flush to him and burying his face in your chest as if trying to hear the lie in your words through the beatings of your heart.

“I’m also seeing Guwon now.”

“Then don’t let me meet him. I-I don’t know if I can take it.”

It was heart wrenching and at the same time, left an uncomfortable twist in your stomach. Jungkook never had to beg since you first met him, everything he could ever want was given to him by you and his hyungs without hesitation. Hearing him plead for you to never bring Guwon around if fate had actually paired you both, it was a different kind of pain.

It felt like thorns growing and rooting its stems of pointy ends into the deepest parts of your heart. You hated this, but you don’t want to hurt any of your boys by accepting one.

Relief comes in the form of Taehyung when he busted into your apartment while Jungkook has excused himself to your bathroom to sober up just a moment before. Seokjin trails behind him, calmer than the younger man who declared his arrival with a deep voice and a loud bang of the door. You immediately thought of the elderly couple and the new family of three living next to you and internally facepalmed.

“Noona! We’ve come to take Jungkook away!”

Kim Seokjin’s face has never been more handsome when he closed the door behind him, and you verbalized your thought, leading his ears to glow red in embarrassment.

“Am I only handsome to you when I’m closing the doors?! This face that people fawn over all over the world?!”

“It’s your true calling, door guy.”

“Oh shut it hyung, you’re making my head hurt.” Jungkook mutters as he reentered the living room, looking far better than when he left.

The tension was palpable, the effect of a rejected profession still raw and thick in the small joined space of the living room and kitchen and you caught Jin's eyes as the two youngest bickered, there’s a knowing look passed between you, an unsaid ‘let’s talk later’ hanging in the air.

“Hey, just because you got to escape Hoba’s practice without scratch doesn't mean you're hot shit, show me some respect!”

Seokjin scolds, accompanied by a playful kick to their youngest’s butt. Immediately the stuffy air dissipates and Jungkook responds in kind; by kicking him in the shin, hard enough to launch Seokjin into another lengthy nag.

It was a quick retrieval after his rant. Jungkook lets himself be towed out of your apartment by an oddly enthusiastic Taehyung who's going on about a new game trailer he saw online while Jin has offered to be left behind to clean up the mess. It was no doubt obvious, the familiar awkwardness and tenseness brought by a rejected confession lingered in the air when they arrived, it only took him one look at you and he already knew.

The moment the door slams shut behind the boys, he immediately began:

“Did he admit it?”

His voice was soft yet it rang loudly in the pindrop silence of your living room. The sigh he let out echoed more when you nodded.

“I told him to not do it, you know? But you know how stubborn he gets.”

You didn’t reply. You simply move, walking to the trash bin to put the empty beer cans in and Jin follows close with the bowls stacked on top of each other to place in the sink. It was a brief moment of reprieve. He let the moment from earlier simmer in your stomach, let the smoke from it fill your lungs and weigh your heart till you burst.

Out of the seven boys, you've always turned to either him or Yoongi as they're older than you, so it came to nobody's shock when you break and told him.

“It just never gets better, I always feel guilty even if I didn’t choose. I’m just lucky I didn’t have to suffer through seven of these, I don’t think I could take it and just quit.”

It was a thought you’ve entertained when Taehyung came to you with his heart in his hand, giving it to you carelessly despite knowing how you’ve handled the other confessions. He was all dopey smiles and flushed cheeks, it continued even when you’ve pushed his heart back to him with an apologetic look.

Seeing the happy creases in his eyes iron out despite the huge boxy smile continuing to play on his lips, the existing pressuring guilt reawakened. Taehyung’s heart that gleamed and glowed gold, vulnerable for you to take and use from where it settled in the middle of his offering palms. You could’ve taken advantage of it all as they were rising in fame, when they were facing discrimination from the other companies and had found comfort in you but you didn’t.

Even with the attraction you've felt for them, you were nothing but a makeup artist to the company. Another asset to deploy and replace if it got annoying to handle. You couldn't risk your career on uncertainties, this is your dream job.

You loved them all equally and held them in the same regards as the others, they’re your best friends, chosen soul companions even without the marks to solidify it.

They loved you and you loved them all but you wouldn't bet your life on an uncertain future.

“You should give us more credit, you know?”

He says from the kitchen sink, the sound of water slowing into a halt. Seokjin didn’t move for a while. When he did, it was to place down the plates, washing his hands before turning around to face you.

“We’re grown adults now, we can handle rejection so don’t feel too bad about it. You can choose and we’d even help you keep it a secret from everyone besides us eight.”

It was genuine. Even in the haze of your intoxication, those words felt like a cool balm for your aching heart. While Namjoon’s words were cited research, formal and factual and Yoongi’s were calming droughts to ease the discomfort of sadness brought by gloomy thoughts, Seokjin speaks from the heart, true and unbiased but says it with a gentleness and care.

Guilt sets like a boulder on your heart. Being able to feel, to experience such a privilege when all you've done is break his heart since your hunt for a husband, the weight in your chest multiplied and tears sprung from your eyes.

You wanted them but you couldn't risk your dream job, couldn't risk a friendship as precious as theirs for kisses and hugs that eventually has its ends.

You didn’t even notice it when he crossed the distance between you both and pulled you plush to his chest but you recognized the familiar sensation of plush lips pressing against your forehead.

If it lingered a few seconds past what's platonically allowed, you didn’t mention it.

Seokjin’s muted scent of freshly baked cakes brought silence to the rampaging waves of thoughts in your mind and if you pressed your nose flush to his chest to bury yourself in his fragrance, he didn’t say anything, bringing one hand behind your head protectively.

“I'm sorry to put you through this pain, Jinnie. I-I didn’t know.”

“I knew you didn’t know but I'll be fine... eventually.” He breathes out before leaning down to bury himself into the nest of your hair. "As long as you're happy, then I am too."

It was heavy, being loved and held so preciously even after you’ve turned him down, it felt cruel, sadistic even. But like the selfish woman you are, you accepted it. Soaked in his affections greedily.

“You know, he asked me to never show Guwon around you guys.”

He sighed. “I knew he would.”

“Do you want that as well?

Silence followed but you heard his answer loud and clear.

The second date happened after the first leg of the tour in Seoul.

Although planned suddenly, you appreciated the downtime after being lost in the haze of rushed outfit changes, reapplying makeup, and patting sweat from foreheads. If anything, you were thankful you could loosen up after earlier. The awkward tension didn’t go amiss, it only took Namjoon and Yoongi one look between you and Jungkook before taking charge on how the night progresses.

Yoongi didn't waste any time waving you over to ask for help for his makeup, even when he was already being prepped by one of your older colleagues, Ji hae. Thankfully, the woman lets you take over, saying she wanted a snack anyways.

The man didn't bother asking you what happened and settled comfortably in his chair but not before offering you the snack he bought earlier and was laying neglected on his lap. Yoongi asked about Guwon in a hushed voice, because while you were living in a reverse harem with most of his brothers, he was genuinely curious about your boyfriend-to-be.

Maybe it was the fact he has never admitted his affections for you that made it comfortable to discuss topics you could never talk about with the others with him, but you let your tongue a little loose.

And he listened.

Yoongi has always been a man of action not words, his love language has always been opening water bottles, blankets appearing from nowhere when you're passed out on their couch, and listening attentively. Despite what the world says about his nonchalance and silence, in your eyes, he's the sweetest guy on the roster—not that you'd tell Jimin that of course, he'd riot if he were to find out.

By the end of the concert, Guwon asks you on an impromptu date. A simple late night walk on a market nearby because there's apparently a food fair, and as usual, the expenses are on him. Hungry with a principle of never turning down free food, of course you accepted.

Though you had a long time deciding whether to go or not with Jungkook’s confession still fresh.

Minutes later, he's waiting for you by the exit. The scene of him leaning on his Mercedes, waiting for you to reach him at the bottom of the stairs looks like it was pulled out of a kdrama.

Oddly enough, they didn’t question your lack of updates in the group chat but Jimin reached out later on and you suspect he told everyone your whereabouts instead, hopefully minus the date part to spare the others (read: Jungkook) from heartbreak.

The fair looked like a mirage of a paradise in the night hidden away in a small gently-lit up alley. The path was lightened up with gentle lanterns hung above you, the warm colors setting a more intimate scene. It wasn’t as luxurious as dinner from yesterday or as calming as the bike ride around the Han river but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You’re ready to drop dead but you pushed through, you wanted this relationship to work. Because then, maybe the monsters—your mother and her wide selection of personalities as well as aunties, her friends, trying to refer you to their horrible sons—haunting you from under your bed will finally leave you alone.

It was cruel that you’re using someone else to erase the memory of being professed to by one of your best friends.

Guwon was happy enough to take charge the whole date, leading you from food stall after food stall, ordering whatever your eyes lingered at which is half of what the fair offers. He understands your lack of responses as it is, tired from work, and talked enough for the both of you. Which you are grateful for.

He talked about his job and what happened that day, willingly telling you about the story of how he and his co-workers clicked back in College, never to part till now in the field they wanted. He spoke of his dreams, how he envisioned his dream home by the province surrounded by nature and the cat named Nabi waiting for him at home.

There's nothing more blatant of a signal than the last part, whether you accept it or not depends on you.

Normally, you would've frowned at the thought, immediately thinking of running away but as the night deepens and stalls start to close, the idea grows more and more tempting despite the logical voice in your head disagreeing. Seeking a distraction and possibly leading on a kind man is cruel, both to him and you.

But at the end of the day, it’s just an escape from the reality you're stuck in, a temporary answer to a long time problem.

How harmful can it be?

People had hookups before, you’ve had hookups before your mother has started a hunt for your husband this year so what are you so reluctant for?

If this man is to be your husband, you should check your physical compatibility right?

You shivered. God, you sounded like one of those shitty guys you’ve dated before.

"Hey, the stalls just closed. Are you fine with me driving you back to your house?"

His voice cuts through your deep thoughts and you turn to him. Even in the dimly lit corner of the alley, Guwon looked attractive as ever with his dimpled smile and laid back attitude, his soft eyes gleaming under the lanterns, affections overflowing from his gaze and you. shuddered from its weight.

Staring at the man, you wondered if you'd ever fall in love with him as he seemed right now.

Soon enough, you both arrive in front of your apartment building. However, not every plan goes through as you thought it'd go and you find two familiar figures rushing down to meet you.

Taehyung didn't hesitate to run up to you with open arms and a wide smile. He didn't even care that you both almost toppled over if it wasn't for Guwon hand supporting you from the back.

"Wh-why are you two here? Shouldn't you guys be resting?"

Jimin shrugged but you caught the mischievous glint in his eyes as a small smile tugs his lips. "Hyung got so worried and wanted us to make sure you got home safely."

"Even a thumbs up would be great but you ignored every text and call! Jin hyung panicked and sent us out, if you didn't come home, he would've had a huge manhunt for you." Taehyung chimed in, pulling away but keeping his hands on your shoulders as he stared deep into your eyes, as if trying to hypnotize you into believing them.

Jimin snickered. “Yoongi hyung was an hour away from declaring you missing so the good dongsaengs we are, we decided to camp outside your apartment.”

You would've accepted his explanation, it was logically sound yet the dark glint of mischief and something else in his eyes as his gaze bounced from you to Guwon told you a different story.

They've always had to interrupt your dates when it becomes sour but this was the first time they've confronted a potential partner outside the intentions of ruining a date because you wanted it to suck.

This was them laying their claim over their own, a silent statement. A declaration you try not to think so much about, fearing you'd dig yourself deep and fall to your death.

“These must be one of your kids?” Guwon asks from behind, reminding you of his presence and you turn to him with an apologetic look.

“Yeah, Taehyung and Jimin. I practically raised them.”

Jimin scoffs and your head snapped to him, widening your eyes in warning to which he ignored. “Just because you’re a year older, doesn’t mean you could say you raised us you know?”

“See what I deal with everyday?”

Guwon laughs lightheartedly before patting your head to get your attention. “Since your kids are here to protect you, I should get going now.”

“Drive safely.”

“See you soon?”

“Definitely.”

Then he placed a haste kiss on the edge of your lips, catching you off guard and you froze. Guwon was already in his car by the time you realized what happened and turned to chastise him. You couldn't even knock on the passenger window when the arms coiled around your shoulders tightened and tugged you close.

Letting Guwon kiss you in front of one of the men who confessed to you once was the first mistake, second was looking up at Taehyung whose hug is starting to hurt.

Gone were the usual giddiness and child-like enthusiasm that would pour from his eyes. It was replaced by a colder glare, almost blank and emotionless as it narrowed behind you and jaw locked tight. There was something primal in the way his hand behind your head was pushing you closer to him as if he was hounding over his game from another predator.

Goosebumps prickled your skin awake.

If butterflies exploded in your stomach and ignited a molten heat in your abdomen at that very moment, it's a secret you’d take to your grave.

“Tae?”

“Noona, I think we should head inside. It's getting cold.” Jimin’s sweet voice sounded forced and you resisted the urge to look at him.

While their reaction to being challenged is obvious, you couldn't, for the life of you, figure out why he should feel like that when he’s been seeing other people since his confession. From your past dates where he attended as one of your escape plans, he’s never expressed such an intense show of displeasure so you thought his fleeting crush had passed.

Until tonight.

When Taehyung pulled away, the traces of his hostility were gone and you had to double take at how vastly different he's appearing now. He has his lower lip pushed out into a pout, eyes wide with mirth as he reaches up to cup your cheeks, his warm palms heating your cold-nipped skin.

“Aigoo, you're so cold noona. Let's go in and binge that foreign show you've been following.”

With hands now intertwined, he leads you inside the building where Jimin was already standing inside and was holding the door open for you both. You were being tugged into your own home yet you couldn’t help but feel tense as Taehyung and Jimin welcomed you back in with the same dark look you saw earlier.

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l0vergirlsw0rld · 22 days

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Need fluff with logan and a southern reader pretty pretty pls!!!

I’m from a hawt place so a winter man in a winter cabin is needed right about now. Please can I request headcanons or a one shot about the reader that bakes him so many sweets/makes so much food for winter he gets chubby and notices, maybe they swap recipes or bake together? Just so much domestic fluff

It’s a primal need to see this man happy, unbothered in the Canadian wilderness, thriving with anything his heart wants and I know I can make that happen lmao

taste of home

bigdaddy!loganxsouthern!reader

a/n: i got so inspired by this request that I started and finished in one session! was definitely needed to whip up some cute cozy feel feel-good after the hours of writing smut for Ravish. thank you for the request, my asks are always open! hope y'all enjoy it! <3 a/n: i got so inspired by this request that I started and finished in one session! was definitely needed to whip up some cute cozy feel feel-good after the hours of writing smut for Ravish. thank you for the request, my asks are always open! hope y'all enjoy it! <3

wc: 1k

18+ MDNI | sexual themes, FLUFF, the name daddy is used.

summary: Y/N has been a little homesick lately and found a temporary cure through baking for Logan.

"What're you getting all dolled up for?" Logan cooed from the doorframe he was leaning on, his arms crossed.

Your eyes met his reflection in the mirror of your vanity.

"Nothin', just felt like being pretty." You smiled up at him as you put on your pearl earrings.

It was true, you had nowhere to go. Logan's cabin was located in quite literally the middle of nowhere. Miles and miles of trees surrounded the property secluding you both from any and all civilization.

Back home, it was part of your routine to get ready for the day even though all you'd do was stay home. There was something fulfilling about looking your best every day: if you looked good, you felt good.

You had felt a little homesick lately.

Logan had dragged you deep into the Canadian forests for the winter because he couldn't stand the southern heat that you were used to. At first, you weren't a fan of the idea, but seeing as how happy it made Logan, it made the move all worthwhile.

He'd let go of his negative ways, he was now affectionate, talkative, and adventurous. His being away from all the stress allowed him to show you some of his other colours and vibrant ones at that.

"What do you always say... as pretty as a plum?" He snorted.

"As a peach. It's pretty as a peach." You giggled.

"Well then, darling, you're as pretty as a peach." He corrected himself, pushing off the door frame and walking up behind your chair.

"Why thank you, Daddy," You blushed as he placed a gentle kiss on your exposed shoulder.

"God, I love it when you call me that." He groaned into your skin, giving you a soft bite.

You giggled from the slight pinch and finished getting ready with a few final pats of powder.

"Mmm, as much as I'd want to do that with you right now, know what day it is. It's my baking day, Lo'." You tipped your head back and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek.

"Can't you do it tomorrow baby?" He huffed.

"You know it's tradition, Sunday is baking day. Do you want more sweets or what?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, mam'." He chuckled, taking a seat on the bed and letting you get to your work station.

He knew how serious you got about your baking, it was your primary way of curing your homesickness.

You'd always keep a pitcher of sweet tea in the fridge and cupboards stocked with fresh bread and goodies. Logan could not bring himself to complain, he had developed a major sweet tooth since being with you. Every time you'd make new batches they would be gone in a matter of a few days. It's as if he'd eat one each time he'd pass by them.

You didn't mind though, it warmed your heart to see how much he enjoyed your baking. Often you'd find some powdered sugar left in his beard.

"You should watch it with those," You'd warn him as he devoured them, one by one.

"I got bones of steel. No need to worry baby, sugar is the last thing that'll take me out." He mumbled with his mouth full, not being able to control himself around your delicious treats.

His favourites were your peach cobbler, lemon bars and peanut butter-chocolate fudge. Those were also conveniently the easiest ones to make. You had tried to teach Logan how to make them on his own, but it never stuck.

"Why are they flat like pancakes? I followed your recipe," He had come to you while you left him unsupervised in the kitchen. You put your embroidery down and peered into the baking pan.

"Did you use baking powder?" You poked the gooey top of his 'cupcake.'

"Yes." He grumbled.

"Are you sure it was baking powder and not baking soda?" You tasted the batter, making a face. Salty.

"There's a difference?" His eyebrows furrowed.

Baking didn't come naturally to Logan, and that was okay. You had your strengths and he had his, which is what made you two work so well together.

You spent the entire day working up a storm in the kitchen.

Multitasking the different steps for each recipe with ease. You had spent so much time of your life baking that tackling multiple projects at once didn't even make you break a sweat. Logan turned his leather armchair to face you from across the house so he could watch you.

He enjoyed watching you get lost in your little head as you worked. The way your plump lips wrapped around your finger when you taste-tested the recipes, making sure they were just right for him. The slight lift of your dress as you bent over to grab some pans from storage. Your flushed skin, glowing underneath the kitchen light. That little sigh of relief would escape you as you tied your hair up from the heat of the oven. Just like that, silently, he'd ogle you from his corner, sipping his favourite whiskey, and watching his favourite doll.

Of course, at any chance he'd get he'd be there to come help you when you needed him to reach some things that were too high up or lift the heavy sac of flour on the counter for you.

Today, you had made the biggest batches yet, pans of cooling sweets covered your entire kitchen surface.

"Whoa baby, what're you feeding, the army?" Logan teased as he walked by shirtless.

When you first started seeing Logan, he was in optimal shape. He was nothing but an angry mess of hair and muscle. But since he moved you into the cabin, he had started putting on a few extra pounds, most likely from his overconsumption of your treats.

"No, I'm feeding a Wolverine that's clearly getting ready for winter." You teased back, poking his stomach.

He stopped in his tracks and peered down at his hair-covered gut.

In no way shape or form did he look bad with the added weight, if anything you like him having a few extra layers?

"You callin' me fat?" Grinned mischievously.

"I was just playin- ah Logan!" You gasped as he threw you over his shoulder with a swift motion. Holding your ass right next to his face with his arm. He hoisted up your dress with his free hand, revealing your white bow panties. Your legs kicked in protest.

"Daddy, stop it- you're not fat-"

"That's not very nice baby, gonna need to punish you." He chuckled giving you a hard spank on the cheek, then placed you back down.

"Now if you will excuse me, I've gotta get ready for winter." He winked as he grabbed the cookie closest to him. Sinking with teeth in it with that smile you oh so fell in love with.

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 8 months

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I NEED a part 3 of the step-cest one like the cliffhanger omgg ✋😭

left me wanting more 😖

Here ya go! :)

Pleaser - Stepbrother!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 3

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Part 1, Part 2

Summary: Ethan has more creative ways to sneak around with you

A/N: I got so many requests for this within the last 24 hours. I hope y'all like it, and if you want me to write more for it, let me know!

You were almost asleep when you heard your phone vibrate on the nightstand beside you. You checked it, curious to see who would be texting you at almost midnight. You smiled when your eyes adjusted and saw Ethan’s name.

Ethan: You still up?

You: I was almost asleep, but someone decided to text me🙄

Ethan: I’m sorry, I’ll let you get some rest, but I wanted to show you something😏

You waited as you stared at the screen, seeing a video pop up. You clicked on it to see Ethan shirtless with his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock in his hand. He was quietly moaning your name as he stroked it, before his bottom lip went in between his teeth to keep himself quiet when his whimpers got louder. His tip was red as his precum was leaking out, his hand movements speeding up because he was so needy. Within seconds, his head fell back as his cum shot out, all over his abs.

You were salivating at the video, wanting nothing more than to be with him.

You: I wish that camera wasn’t in the hallway. I’d lick that cum off you👅

Ethan: Fuck I wish you could

You: Why’d you have to send that to me? I’m so wet right now

Ethan: I didn’t get to cum earlier, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing your pussy feels

You: What’s this plan you have? Because I don’t know how to not have you in my bed with me

Ethan: I’ll tell you tomorrow, baby. Get some sleep.😘

You: Goodnight

It took you forever to fall asleep as the thoughts of Ethan ran though your mind. You couldn’t believe how crazy the day was. You couldn’t believe you got caught. But the one thing you really couldn’t believe was that your mom and Wayne separating meant you actually had a chance with Ethan.

The next morning, your mom walked into your room to wake you up. You hadn’t spoken to her since she mentioned wanting to install the cameras, and you hated that she no longer trusted you.

“Good morning,” she said, opening the curtains to let the sunlight pour in.

“Ughhh,” you groaned out, the exhaustion from only a few hours of sleep made you pull the comforter over your head.

“You need to get up. I want to discuss a few things with you before I leave,” she said, taking a seat at the foot of your bed.

You pulled the comforter off your head, your tired eyes meeting hers.

“I’ll get a notification every time there’s movement in front of the cameras. Don’t think I won’t be watching. If I see anything happening that I shouldn’t be, you’re going to stay with your dad until Ethan and Wayne move out,” her tone was stern, and it took everything in you to not roll your eyes.

“Why is it that the second you find out I’m not perfect, you think I can’t be trusted?” you asked, genuinely curious.

She sighed, not knowing how to answer your question.

“I graduated with honors, I got early acceptance into college, and I do everything you ask of me. I just don’t get it,” you said, sitting up. “I know that wasn’t something you wanted to see, but if you and Wayne are separating, why is it a big deal?”

“It’s a big deal because right now, he’s still your stepbrother. You’re under the same roof. I just can’t trust you around him. All the teenage hormones are obviously too much for the two of you,” she said, standing up to leave. “I’m sorry you feel like your privacy has been stripped away, but it’s the only way I feel comfortable leaving you here with him and not sending you to your dads house two hours away from here.”

She closed the door behind her as she walked out. You threw your pillow at the door, the soft sound it made when it hit the floor very unsatisfying.

“Fuck,” you said, grabbing your phone. You saw a text from Ethan.

Ethan: Good morning, beautiful. I’m going to make you breakfast. Come to the kitchen in 20.😊

You: I didn’t know you could cook🧐

Ethan: There’s a lot of things you still need to know about me

You smiled as you locked your phone, deciding to get up to shower. You couldn’t shake the creepy feeling of the cameras, so you looked all around the bathroom, making sure there wasn’t one in there before shedding your clothes.

You looked over your tired appearance in the mirror, hoping the shower would help. You cut the water on, noticing that it wasn’t getting very hot. You assumed it was from everyone else showering before you, so you decided to make it quick. As you tried to wash the shampoo out of your hair, the water turned ice cold. You squealed at the sudden temperature change, your teeth starting to chatter as you hurried through the rest of your shower faster than you thought was possible.

After you got out, you saw a text pop up from your mom.

Mom: If you’re showering, don’t walk out in a towel. Put your robe on.

You rolled your eyes as you dried off, still freezing from the cold shower. You put your robe on, stopping to do a spin in the hallway for your mother that seems to be watching your every move, before going to your room to get dressed.

When you walked towards the kitchen, the delicious aroma of what Ethan was making made your mouth water. You walked up beside him as he stood in front of the stove, wanting so badly to hug him. You looked behind you to see the camera on the wall.

“I feel like a prisoner,” you whispered, as Ethan started to laugh.

“The good news is, I disabled the audio. They can’t hear anything we talk about,” he said, placing a pancake onto the small stack he’d already made.

“Aren’t they going to notice?” you asked, speaking at a normal volume.

“No, I told dad to tell your mom that it doesn’t record audio. He doesn’t see the point in them knowing what we talk about,” he let out a small laugh as he spoke.

“You should’ve heard the awkward conversation I had to have this morning. If we get caught doing anything, I have to go live with my dad until you move out.”

Ethan started to laugh again as you cocked your eyebrow at him.

“I wonder if your mom realizes you’re two windows down from me. This is a one-story house,” he said, smiling.

“So that’s your plan? You’re going to get into my room from the outside?” you smirked, as he carried the stack of pancakes over to the table he set for the two of you.

“Yep. She’ll never know.”

After breakfast, that’s what he did. He went to his room a few minutes before you went to yours, hoping that it would seem a little less obvious. The last thing he wanted was for your mom to get suspicious. You opened your window, your head hanging out as you watched Ethan jump out of his. He walked over to you, placing a kiss to your lips before climbing in.

“Hey,” he said, wrapping his arms around you as you stood in front of him.

“Hi,” you said, as you nuzzled into his chest.

He held you there for a while, not wanting to let you go.

“You look so beautiful today,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah, the whole ‘no makeup, damp hair, after an ice-cold shower’ thing really makes me feel attractive,” you joked, finally pulling away from him to lead him towards your bed.

“You’re always beautiful,” he said, sighing as he relaxed on your bed. “Come here, baby.”

You laid your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as the two of you cuddled in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s presence. His hand rubbed against your back as you started to doze off.

After a couple hours, you woke up to your phone ringing. You smiled as you looked at Ethan, his eyes dazed as he tried to wake up too.

“Fuck, it’s my mom. Be quiet,” you said, as he laughed a little. “I’m serious!”

Your eyes were staring him down as he watched you answer the call, a smirk playing on his lips as he got in between your legs.

“Hello?” you answered, as his hands started to run up your thighs.

“Hey, just wanted to check in on you and see how you were doing,” she said, as you heard her eating her lunch.

“I’m not with Ethan if that’s why you’re asking,” you mumbled, your eyes going wide as his hands slid under the waistband of your leggings. He slowly slid them, along with your panties down your thighs, his eyes looking into yours as he smiled.

“I know you’re not. I’ve had the camera app pulled up at my desk all day,” she said, as Ethan started to place open-mouthed kisses up your legs, starting at your ankles.

“Well, I’m trying to watch a movie, can we talk when you get home?” you asked, as his mouth started to reach your inner thighs.

“No, I wanted to talk. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you asked me this morning about not trusting you,” she sighed, as your bottom lip went in between your teeth. When Ethan’s eyes met yours, he raised up to mouth ‘Be quiet’. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he leaned back down, gently licking your clit.

“Are you there?” your mom asked.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. This movie is just really good,” you said, your hand tangling in Ethan’s hair.

“Okay, maybe we should just talk later, then. My lunch is almost over, anyway,” she said, as Ethan’s tongue started to move faster against you.

“Okay, love you,” you said, your voice sounding a little strained.

“Are you okay?” she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“Yeah, it’s a scary movie,” you said, trying to pull it together long enough to get her to hang up.

“Oh, okay. I’ll be home in a few hours. Love you, too,” she said, before you heard the beeping that the call had ended.

You let out all the whimpers you had to keep deep inside of you as you locked your phone, your hands lightly tugging at his hair.

“Oh fuck,” you mewled, as you felt one of his fingers slip inside of you. He soon added another one, angling them just right to hit the spot you needed him to. “Right there, baby.”

His fingers started to press harder into that spot, as the sounds of your moans and wetness echoing off the walls. He looked up to see your lip between your teeth again, your moans muffled as your eyebrows knitted together. Over the last few days, he’s taken in what all of your facial expressions mean during sex. He knew your current one meant that you were getting close. Well, that and the tightening grip on his hair.

He groaned against your clit at the feeling, your hips starting to shake at the vibrations. He started to hum against you as your hips moved against his mouth and fingers.

“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out, your core spasming around his fingers.

His movements slowed down as he worked you through it, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. He placed one last lick to your clit, before crawling back up to lay on the bed beside you.

“Why did you do that?” you asked, your breathing still irregular.

He laughed as his hand ran up your arm.

“I think I have a new kink,” he said, looking over to you. “There’s just something so hot about the idea of getting caught.”

You playfully smacked his chest as he faked hurt.

“Hey, you liked it, though!” he uttered, defending his actions.

“You just wait until it’s your dad calling one day to check on you,” you smirked, as your hand ran over the hard cock in his jeans.

He pulled your hand away, lacing your fingers with his. You gave him a confused look as he smiled at you.

“I don’t want you to think the only thing I care about is fucking you. You’re way more than that,” he said, “As bad as I want it, making you cum is all I needed.”

You smiled at him, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.

“So are you just going to hold out until later tonight and send me another video?” you joked, laying your head back on his chest.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about you,” he said, his hand moving to your hair.

#ethan landry #scream smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut

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ratking-mo · 4 months

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Pinned To The Matt

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Tags; (slight) scent kink, handjob, dom!gn!reader, sub!character

Synopsis; Your old friend Caleb asks if you want to spare together in a wrestling match! He's slightly more experienced than you, however, so he wins the first two of three rounds. However, when you hit the third round, you're able to get an advantage over him.

Word count; 3.1k

Author's note: first experience actively publishing a work. Let me know what y'all think

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The smell of sweat and slightly exhausted rubber hit your nose as you entered the large gym, the palm of your hand lightly pressing against the glass of the door beside you. Your eyes glance from side to side as you take in the scenery surrounding you, taking note of the crowded state of the area. There stood people at weight training machines working on their arms or attempting to bulk up their forms fully, and on the other side of the spectrum stood people on yoga mats, trying to push their flexible abilities further. You couldn’t help but shuffle a bit as you walked, using your fingertips to grip your jacket sleeves gently.

Gym culture wasn’t really your scene, to put it lightly. You didn’t enjoy the feeling of prying eyes boring into you, internally critiquing your methods and shape as you tried to mind your own business and train yourself. It could make a man go mad with self-conscious thoughts. If you didn’t work fast.

To prevent this, you chose to work out in private rather than as a conglomerate. However, this was something that could be negotiated. When it comes to friends or others, you didn’t mind going out with them as a type of hangout session. And this was one of those occasions. You lifted your head slightly as you heard a cheerful laugh, followed by a voice calling out your name.

“Dude, over here!!” Your close friend, Caleb, Called out as he waved his hand back and forth. Once he finally caught your attention, he lowered his hand, letting out a soft snicker. “Didn’t think you’d show up!”

You couldn’t help but give a soft smile due to Caleb’s contagious enthusiasm, giving him a small wave back as you started walking over. “I said I’d show up, didn’t I?” you asked in a slightly joking tone of choice before turning your head, and taking another look at the scenery. “This place was a little hard to find on maps y’know..” you commented quietly.

Caleb whistled lightly in response, putting his hands on his hips. “I told you that you should’ve just driven with me!” he mocked lightly before turning around and starting to walk down one of the hallways. “Anyway, C’mon! I was able to rent the wrestling ring for half an hour.” He explained, pointing his thumb down a corridor as you both walk.

Ah, how could you forget? The main reason why Caleb asked you to come in the first place is because he wanted a competent sparing partner. He said you were somewhat above average in build, so you were “good enough” to fight with. You… weren't fully sure, what that meant, but you were up with helping him out nonetheless.

After a few moments of walking, you soon reached a large, empty room with a large green mat on the floor. The was a large white circle within it, seemingly being the border meant for the fighters to fight within. It looked to be slightly worn out, most likely due to being overused and worn out over time. The room itself was dimly lit, other than the light shining in through the windows, and at that there only being a slight amount. But it was enough to navigate throughout the room.

You move your head downwards, unzipping your jacket to reveal a tight-fit black tank top against your semi-muscular body. You let out a lazy yawn as you gently scratch at your chest, the jacket falling off your shoulders as you move. “So,” You spoke out, your voice slightly deepened due to the yawn. “How many rounds are we going for?” you queried, watching Caleb as he stretched out.

Caleb let out a soft hum as he stretched his arms out over his head, causing his loose ft tanktop to move inwards towards his chest slightly. “Let's go fooor..” He drawled, eyes lifting upwards as he gazed at the ceiling. “...three for now?” He suggested before moving to point at you, giving out teasing finger guns as he winked. “Don’t want to wear you out too bad!” He laughed lightly.

You give a mocking eye-roll in response, scoffing. “You’re gonna be the one tapping out at the end of this if anything.” You sharply responded, taking a minute to slip off your tennis shoes and roll off your cat-paw printed socks before walking up onto the mat.

Caleb followed promptly after with a soft chuckle, cracking his knuckles as he moved to stand in front of you.

You both adjusted your stance, legs widening and feet planted against the ground to get a steady stand as your arms spread outwards.

Your eyes narrowed as Caleb’s kept a chipper wide eye stare. He then began to count down.

“3,” he started, leaning forward slightly as if he were to prepare to pounce.

“2..”

“1.” You finished, leaping forward promptly afterward to tackle him.

The two of you were now on your third (and presumably final,) round. Caleb’s cold to the touch sweat slightly slipped against your already moist skin, the two of you battling one another to earn the upper hand. You had his lower half in a lock between your left side and your arm, struggling to push him further downwards as Caleb’s hands tightly gripped at your legs in an attempt to knock you down.

You let out a struggled grunt through your teeth, your feet keeping a firm, yet struggled, plant against the mat. You knew you had to act fast in order to win this round, the score currently being within Caelb’s favor. No matter what,

You did NOT want to see Caleb pull that smug face again.

Thinking quickly on your feet, you move further to the left, pushing all of your body weight on top of Caleb. In response, the other let out a surprised yelp, his knees buckling due to the sudden added weight and planting down against the mat. You take advantage of his stunned state, moving yourself over him. You use your legs to straddle yourself over his hips, push your upper body further against him, and encased him in a firm headlock, forcing Caleb too further down towards the ground. You let out a struggled pant, shortly followed by a laugh as you smirk. “Had enough?” you chuckle out.

Caleb let out a struggling noise as he was subdued, his forehead lightly crashing down against the might as he wiggled within your grip. He took deep breaths in and out as his eyes widened a bit. All that filled his senses was you. The scent of your sweat and musk hit his nose as his breathing grew heavy, the tight grip constricting his throat was due to your sculpted arms. The feeling of your pelvis sternly pushing down against his hips to establish your places.

Caleb could feel heat steadily begin to rise up to his cheeks as his breathing began to get staggered, struggling to remain focused on the current round as his mind began to drift towards cruder thoughts.

“You know you can tap out whenever you wanaaa~” You spoke to him in a teasing tone, grip further tightening against his throat, but not enough to actually cause any physical harm to him.

And then, a noise could be heard.

A noise different from the other ones heard during the match.

“Mmph..-”. The noise was slightly muffled due to Caleb being so closely pushed against the mat, His eyes firmly shut as his torso began to sway back and forth against your crotch slowly.

Your eyes widened slightly, a hint of blush hitting against your cheeks. “Dude?” You called out, your grip against Caleb loosening slightly. Though your hold on him stayed firm, lowering slightly to grip his shoulders lightly.

Caleb’s eyes opened slightly before widening, seemingly forgetting the position you two were in. “S-shit, uh-” he stuttered out in an embarrassed hurry. He made a quick attempt to get his head back into the game, moving his left hand downwards to grab onto your leg while his right hand grabbed onto your arm, attempting to disrupt your balance. “Caught me off guard there!” Caleb stated, trying to keep the mood light after that questionable moment.

A crease forms between your eyebrows as you let out a small huff through your eyebrows. There was something there that he was trying to play off nonchalantly. You move your hands swiftly, pressing the flat of your hand against the back of his freckled neck, and your other hand pushing against the center of his back, firmly planting him across the ground.

You stretch your right leg out, your foot kicked underneath his own to attempt to subdue him and keep him further down against the ground for a longer period.

Caleb visibly stiffened at the sudden touch, his nose hitting against his mat as he went into closer proximity to the mat. The blood quickened, rushing towards his face as he struggled to reach for a pure train of thought. It was rare for him to be caught in such a relationship so easily. He stammered, struggling to find something to say to you.

Then,

he could feel himself going statue-like as he felt a familiar feeling of blood rush downward,

Forming a shallow tent within his shorts.

“Caleb.” Your voice finally spoke up. “Are you alright?? You’re being weird.” You huffed out as your eyes remained fixed on the man beneath you. It's unlike him to be so… finicky.

Caleb moved, trying to shuffle out of your grip with his strength. He rather be dead than let you see him like this. He stretched his hand out forward, trying his best to escape your trap.

“I’m Good! I'm way better than good actually, I'm super good, chill even,”

he rambled on as he tried to wiggle out from your scrutinizing gaze, The dark red blush starting to hit the tips of his ears. “J-just pulled a muscle, you know?? Haha, ha..-” he laughed awkwardly as he tried to shield his face.

Well, that was obviously a lie, now wasn’t it?

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes slightly. This relaxed facade was getting to become a little annoying. You wanted to know what was wrong so you could help him out. That’s what good friends do for one another, right?

You moved the hand that was placed against Caleb’s back, sliding down the side of his leg swiftly before placing a tight grip on his thigh to keep him still. His eyes then shot wide open, quickly wiping his head around. “DUDE, WAIT-!”

You opened your mouth to speak; To tell him if he was hurt, or if he was uncomfortable and wanted to cut this short, that he should tell you. But you were caught off before you could even utter those words, Eyes widening and hand growing still as the side of your thumb gently pressed up against his growing erection.

The form of it could vaguely be felt, due to the thin and breathable material that was the gym shorts. It was average-sized, 4 or 5 inches judging by the feeling alone. Not too much girth, but it was prominent.

You struggled to get any words out of your mouth, only letting out a struggled “Uh,” you contemplated on what your next action should be.

Caleb, meanwhile, had somehow managed to press himself closer against the mat, face covered up in the palms of his hands as he let out a labored breath of embarrassment. “This is so humiliating..” He muttered, his head swaying back and forth in for a slight moment before he moved to look towards you, spreading out his index and ring finger to peek up at you. “Look man,” he sighed, seemingly defeated. “I-I get it if you’re grossed out, we can call it a day or something if you want and-”

Before he could finish his statement, you interrupted him rather abruptly with a croaked-up tone of voice, as if your words weren't planned out in the slightest. (which they weren't, to be entirely truthful.) “ I could help you!” you sputter out.

You then quickly clear your throat, recognizing that that may have came off as pretty desperate. “O-only if you want to, of course, I don't want to pressure you.” You quickly clarified, deepening your tone of voice a bit to come as a bit cooler than what you were in this instance.

Caleb stared up at you for a second, eyes wide as he slowly began to lower his hands. He was… struggling, to come up with a half-decent response to that. Were you up for lending him a hand? And was he really in the mood for passing up such a golden opportunity to get off?

“...I..” Caleb drawled out for a moment, hesitant to give you a straightforward answer. He then sharply inhaled the smell of the mat beneath him hitting his nose once more as he began to throw caution out of the window. “Could..” he started again, pointer finger lightly scraping at the faux latex of the mat. “..could you hold on to my neck again?” he requested, his voice being a slightly softer, hesitant tone in comparison to the earlier bombasticness echoing through his throat.

Your eyes stare him down, slowly beginning to process his request. Ah. Okay. Okay, yeah. You then clear your throat forcefully to snap back to reality, shaking your head quickly. “Y-yeah, of course, man.” you spoke before moving your left arm upwards, assuming a mixture of your current, and earlier position.

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Your hand begins to move, the backs of your fingertips gently dancing against the band of his gym shorts. The pads of your finger gently rubbed against the skin of his pelvis as you began to push forward, trekking new territory. Caleb shivered slightly, moving to push his face further against the crease between your upper and forearm as he tried to process the ticklish feeling. You move forward, allowing your hand to dip further before it is fully concealed within the black shorts.

Your fingers thread through the mess of matted down curled pubic hair, the feeling contrasting the feeling of the hair on his hair. Clearly, Caleb had odd grooming habits when it came to the areas people couldn’t see. You couldn't help but lightly sway your fingers back and forth in silent curiosity, your mind taking in the new sensation. You then felt Caleb shuffle underneath you, letting out a slightly impatient huff. “C’mon, dude, stop fucking with me..” He grumbled out, unwilling to transparently requisition attention to his neglected area. You couldn’t help but give out a soft laugh in response. “Sorry about that..” You apologize before moving your hand further downwards, your fingertips finally making contact with his aching shaft.

Caleb visibly stiffened, letting out a muffled groan into your arm as his eyebrows knitted together. His hips once again began to act on their own, steadily grinding his cock against the palm of your hand. You bit your lower lip slowly as you watched the act unfold underneath you. Oh, the feeling of being needed by another.

What a feeling to envelope one indeed.

Your finger began to wrap around his cock slowly, keeping a firm yet soft grip around the other other. You breathe in, and out slowly to try and give yourself a slight ghost of confidence. Now was the time to go for it if you were truly serious about this. You then gather up your courage, pumping your hand back and forth in a steady motion, the sounds of soft skin flapping quietly echoing through the room.

Caleb’s breath began to hitch, moans spilling out from his lips like song notes. He moved his head, further pushing his mouth against the skin of your arm to try and cover his noises. Wouldn’t want someone to hear, right?

“Oh god..-” Caleb whispered out, his length seemingly starting to stiffen more within your grasp as he let out a slightly shaky sigh. “You experienced in this or something..?” he asked you with a quiet chuckle, attempting to keep the mood light in his own weird way.

You couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh in response to that, your fingers intimately rubbing at the swollen head. You felt liquid slowly begin to drip out, coating your fingertips. You mentally celebrated at the beginning fruits of your labor.

“I mean,” you finally spoke up.

“In a way, if you think about it?”

Caleb bit his lower lip, teeth lightly puncturing into it, as he attempted to keep his voice low. However, a stifled laugh could somewhat be heard sneaking through. He shuffled further back into you, the warmth shared between the two of you growing ever so cozy as time went on. “Figures.” he jabbed.

You give a faint smile at that, leaning over slightly to gently push your face into the back of his neck. You faintly inhaled as you began pumping your hand at a quickened, harder pace. He smelled faintly of cinnamon cologne, sweat, and sports equipment.

You really don’t know what you were expecting.

Caleb began moving around, his movement being rather erratic as he let out a shaky groan. “Dude-” he stuttered out, squeezing his eyes shut. “I-i’m close,” he whispered.

Your eyes widened a bit at that revelation. Already?? Did people usually have their highs so soon? Was Caleb just an overly sensitive person? Was he healthy? ….Should you keep going even after his orgasm and see what happens? You knit your eyebrows together for a moment as you begin to question and weigh your options for a moment. You then quickly shook your head, trying to focus your gaze back on the task at hand.

The grip on Caleb’s shaft tightened, causing a harmonic noise to be ripped from his throat as his body scrunched. You move your thumb, beginning to rub the head back and forth soothingly in an attempt to encourage him to release. “You’re okay,” you whispered into his ear, further pushing your face against his neck. “Come on.”

Caleb’s nails nearly dug into the skin of your arm as his body shook violently, warm ropes opaque, white, sticky liquid spluttered out and coated the inside of his gym shorts. He began to let out heavy breaths as his body nearly fell towards the ground, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

His face was coated in a soft red dust, body rose and fell heavy as he struggled to get a grip on his reality once again.

You gaze at him silently with half-lidded eyes, feeling the warmth spread to your own cheeks. Did he always look so…

So…

You cleared your throat, closing your eyes for a moment as you took a second to think. You then smiled at Caleb teasingly. “Guess that means I win this round?” you ask him.

Caleb's eyes shot back open in a sudden burst of fiery energy. "WHAT!?" he shouted, quickly turning over so he was propped up on his back. "Hell no, you caught me while I was weak! One more round, that'll be it!" he pointed at you with a soft huff, the red dust on his face still coating it gently.

Well; seems like neither of you will be tapping out anytime soon.

#dom reader #dom!reader #self insert #imagine #smut #sub character #sub!character #gn reader #slow burn

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heli-writes · 7 months

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Seven summers, part 6.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?

Disclaimers: Make-out session, allusion to sex, no full-on smut (they're still minors, y'all!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

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Sixth summer, July.

The weather in England has been cold and rainy lately. It doesn't seem to be July at all. Y/n longs for those warm, long summer nights outside in her parents' garden, playing cards and drinking bubbly lemonade. Instead, she's clinging to her umbrella and making herself as small as possible so that she doesn't give the wind too much space to attack her with its whipping water. She's waiting for Draco near the entrance of Diagon Alley. She watched several wizards enter and leave the place, but no Draco so far. Y/n wonders if he will actually show up. They've been exchanging letters via owl, as usual. At the beginning of the school year, Draco's letters have been arriving quite frequently but there were less and less letters the last few months. Y/n knows there's been some arguments with his rival Harry and a new teacher. Draco was appointed a certain position in a Club or something. He didn't really tell her what's it about but ever since he's been more reserved than before.

Y/n waits for almost an hour before she gives up. She walks through the pouring rain back to the bus stop. She stops by a Costa and treats herself to a hot cup of tea on the go in an attempt to warm herself up. On the bus, she plugs in her headphones and stares out of the window. She tries really hard not to cry and hopes that none of the other passengers notice th water dwelling in her eyes. When she gets off the bus, her head's pounding from the oppressing of tears. Y/n walks straight home and up to her room, without taking off her jacket and boots. She can hear her mother complaining about the water on the floor, but she doesn't care. She's just dropped onto her bed when she hears the soft clank of Draco's owl on her window. Y/n gets up and sniffs. This guy has some nerve, she tells herself as she walks up to the window. She takes the letter from the owl and throws some dried meat in its direction, a habit she picked up a while ago. She leans back on a chair and reads.

Dear y/n,

I won't be able to make it today. I'm really sorry but there have been some issues in my family recently and my mother needs my support. I hope the whole situation dissolves itself soon.

I'll send you a letter when it's possible to meet again. I hope you can understand.

Draco.

Y/n folds up the letter and puts it in a box beneath her bed where she keeps all of Draco's letters. She writes a quick response and hands it to the owl who is patiently waiting outside. She watches the owl fly away. I must've just missed his message, y/n thinks. Yet still she can't shake the feeling that something is off.

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Draco lets y/n wait for two weeks. Y/n got antsy with every passing day without hearing from him. Eventually, he sends her a letter and proposes a meeting in Windsor Great Park for a stroll and coffee. Y/n is nervous all morning and has to redo her makeup twice after ruining her eyeliner. Again, y/n is the first to arrive. She walks up and down the entrance of the Savill Garden.

"Hey", she suddenly hears behind her. Draco is standing right next to her with a loopy grin on his face. It doesn't reach his eyes, y/n thinks. She smiles at him nonetheless and opens her arms to hug him. Almost hesitantly, Draco hugs her back. It's a bit awkward. "Do you want to go inside?", y/n says and points to the garden. Draco nods. They take the tourist route but there aren't many other people around. It's probably because of the grey clouds that hang low above their heads. They walk along the path between rows of bushes and other plants.

Draco doesn't make an attempt to start a conversation, so y/n does. "So, how's your family? Everything alright? Your letter sounded quite serious.", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs and doesn't answer immediately. "I guess, we're alright. Things haven't been resolved but it will be ok.", he tells her. Y/n nods reassuringly but she feels that Draco does not really believe that last part. "If you don't mind me asking... what happened?", she asks carefully. Draco kicks a stone out of his way. "My dad has been involved in some stuff. He's temporarily contained.", he tells her. Y/n stares at him with big eyes. "Like jail?", she blurts. Draco gives her an angry look. "Yes. My mother did not take it too well.", he replies. "Oh.", is all that y/n manages to say. They walk in silence for a moment. "What about you? How do you take it?", she asks him. Draco shrugs again and does his best to look somewhere far ahead. "Draco...", y/n mumbles and touches his arm. "I'm fine.", he says harshly, "My mother needs all the support she can get. I can't be weak in a situation like this". Y/n steps a bit closer to him and rests her cheek on his arm while taking his hand. "It's not a weakness to feel bad about a situation like that. It only shows how much you care about your parents.", she tells him. Almost instantly, she can feel Draco's shoulders slump down. He turns to her and finally pulls her close. He hides his face in her hair. "I must do everything I can to clear my family's name. One way or another.", he points out. Y/n thinks about this for a moment. "It's not your responsibility. Support your family as much as you can, but don't let the weight of it pull you down.", she replies. Draco shakes his head. "You don't understand... my mother...", he starts. "...is an adult. We're only sixteen, Draco. There's only so much we can do. Somethings we must let the adults handle.", she points out. Draco shakes his head again. "No, my mother can't handle this. I'm the one who has to fix things. I've been chosen.", he tells her. Y/n frowns. "Chosen? By whom? For what?", she asks him. Draco lets go of her. "It doesn't matter. The point is I'm going to handle this. Don't worry.", he says coldly. Draco walks a bit ahead and y/n stares after him. She's got a really bad feeling about this but it's clear that Draco isn't ready to talk about this.

She jogs after him. "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. We haven't seen each other since Christmas and I really am happy we're spending time together today.", she announces and gives him a bright smile. She holds out her hand to Draco and looks at him expectantly. Draco sighs and then takes her hand. They continue their stroll and y/n tries to distract Draco with silly stories about school and her friends. She updates him on Olivia's situationship and manages to pry some stories about Blaze and quidditch out of Draco. The atmosphere loosens up a bit and soon she finds Draco genuinely smiling again. They wander deeper into the garden and don't notice how the clouds above them get darker and darker. They're laughing about one of y/n's stories when the first drop landed on y/n's cheek. Draco wipes it away carefully. They look up and notice how armageddon is right above them. Within seconds, it's pouring. Draco pulls her close and uses his wand as an umbrella. However, the wind whips raindrops onto their sides. They rush along the path, deeper into the rows of trees ahead of them. They're almost soaked when they finally find shelter in a stone pavilion.

Y/n is shivering but glad there are still some parts of her that are dry. Draco sits down next to her and puts an arm around her. Y/n nuzzles closer into his side. Draco leans his head against hers. They don't speak and when y/n finally looks up, she immediately meets Draco's gaze. He must've been staring at her for a while now. Immediately, he leans close and they meet in a kiss. For a moment, everything outside the pavilion seems to stop existing. Y/n kisses him back feverishly and grabs his collar. Draco's hand is tangled in her hair and his other hand wanders down her side. Y/n presses her upper body closer to his and Draco pulls her onto his lap. They kiss until they can't breathe anymore. Y/n leans her forehead against his as both of them catch their breath. There are no sounds besides the pouring rain outside.

"Draco?", y/n breathes. "Hm?", he mumbles in response. Y/n's heart leaps in her chest. It takes all her courage to say: "I think I love you". Draco leans back and looks at her with surprise in his eyes. Clearly, he didn't expect a confession of love. Immediately, y/n feels embarrassed. She wishes she could take the words back. "Y-you don't have to say it back. I just thought...", she rumbles but doesn't get to finish her sentence. Draco puts his hand onto the back of her head and pulls her lips against his again. He gives her a deep, longing kiss which leaves y/n breathless once again. When he lets go of her, he looks at her longingly and strokes over her cheek. Then he presses a kiss on top of her head and pulls her into a hug. Y/n feels warm and fuzzy inside and she almost forgets that Draco did not return the confession.

They stay in the pavilion until the heavy rain fades into a soft summer drizzle. Only then, they start wandering back to the entrance of the garden. They part ways rather quickly since the rain started again after some point. However, y/n proposes that he should come visit her soon. Her parents will be visiting her grandparents all the way up in Keswick and will be gone for a couple of days. They put y/n under house arrest for the time being (considering what happened last year), but allowed to have a friend over. They probably thought about Olivia but when y/n asked her, Olivia immediately declined saying that y/n simply must invite Draco. Draco is a bit hesitant to accept the invitation and says that he will have to see how things at home. They both decide to write soon.

On her way back to the train station, y/n has mixed feelings. On one hand she's over the moon about meeting Draco finally again, on the other hand, she's also worried about him. Having a father in jail is already troubling but it sounded as if Draco was ready to do anything to fix that. She wonders if that included more than giving a testimony in front of a court. One way or another, he said. She hopes Draco is smart enough to not do anything stupid, or illegal.

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Sixth summer, a few weeks later.

Anxious. That's how y/n feels as she waits for Draco at King's Cross. Y/n and Draco have been writing back and forth for the last couple of weeks. Draco's been really quiet about his father's situation and y/n didn't push too much. However, whenever y/n brought up Draco coming over, he kept saying it probably wouldn't be possible and that too many things were going on. Which clearly indicates that things haven't been resolved. Surprisingly, Draco sent her a letter a few days ago saying that meeting her would be possible after all. Apparently, his mother and his aunt visit a family friend, giving him a chance to slip away. When y/n got Draco's letter saying that he would be visiting after all, she immediately called Olivia who immediately rushed over. Giggling, they wrote lists and prepared the house for what y/n's parents assumed was a sleepover. It also leads to her parents being quite relaxed about leaving y/n alone for a few days.

Right now, y/n is waiting for Draco to arrive at King's Cross. Obviously, Draco does not take a muggle train. He arrives via floo powder somewhere close but they agreed to meet at the station from where y/n would take him home. Y/n nervously scans the crowd in front of her. Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. "Hey, there pretty girl.", she hears Draco say behind her. When she twirls around, he is mere inches from her face. "Draco!", she laughs and throws her arms around him. Draco almost drops his bag while trying to keep his balance. Y/n quickly retreats. "Sorry!", she says. Draco puts down his bag. "That's alright.", he tells her and pulls her close by her arms. He hugs her close and hides his face in her hair. Y/n's heart skips a beat. When he lets go of her, he looks over his shoulder nervously. Distractedly, he says: "So, uh... is your house close by?". Y/n tries to see what's behind him or what he's looking for but when he turns back to her, she gives him a bright smile. "We'll have to take the bus.", she tells him and takes his hand. Draco sighs behind her. "You don't happen to have a fireplace, do you?", he mumbles. Y/n laughs. "No, sorry! We have central heating.", she says as she pulls him along with him.

While Draco feels visibly nervous in the station, he relaxes once y/n and him have entered the bus. When y/n asks him why, he tells her that there are probably no wizards here who could see them. Y/n nods understandingly. It's a short walk from the bus station to y/n's house. Her house is one of these terraced houses with white, wooden windows and a small front garden. It's nothing special really but her parents had to save up for it for quite some time and they're really proud to call themselves 'homeowners'. Y/n thinks it's a bit ridiculous but then again she's never bought a house and doesn't even know how much it would cost. Y/n pulls out her keys and opens the door.

She holds the door for Draco. "Ladies first. You can put your shoes over there.", she tells him as she quickly pushes him inside. Ever since they made a turn into y/n's street, she's been the one looking over her shoulder. Can't have the neighbours see her sneaking a boy in. She's pretty sure that the nosy old lady from across the street would just love to tell her parents all about that. Y/n quickly closes the door behind her and pulls off her jacket. Draco is standing in the hallway looking around and feeling a bit out of place. Y/n points past him. "Go on, straight through that door. There's the kitchen", she tells him. They enter the kitchen together and y/n quickly puts the kettle on. "C'mon.", she tells him and leads him to the room to the right. It's the living room which has a small conservatory attached to it. It's her mother's favorite room since it's always bright and open. In the middle, there's a large couch with pillows and blankets. On the left is the telly and a coffee table. "It's cozy", Draco notes as y/n leads him to the coach. "Sit down. I'll make the tea.", she tells him as she rushes off back to the kitchen.

She prepares a tray with tea, mugs and some biscuits. When she enters the living room again, Draco still sits in the same position as she left him. I guess he feels a bit awkward, she concludes. After she pours him a cup of tea, she asks him: "So, what do you think? Is this how you imagined muggles to live like?". Draco laughs and rubs his head in embarrassment. "Actually, I'm not sure what I expected. But it's really nice. I like this room.", he says and points to the conservatory. Y/n pulls one of her legs under the other and takes her tea cup. "Hm, you really had no image in your head how I live like?", she asks. Draco shakes his head. "How do you imagine I live like then?", he replies. Y/n thinks about that for a moment. "I guess I imagine a big house, maybe a villa. An old one, maybe Victorian? I imagine a big staircase right when you enter. Old, but classic and high-quality furniture.", she explains. Draco looks at her surprised. "That's actually not that far off.", he tells her. "I can't imagine your room though. I feel like I can imagine your dorm room better than your room at home.", she says. Draco takes a sip from his tea. "Do you want me to describe it?", he asks her. Y/n nods excitedly. He crooks his head. "Let's see. My room is upstairs, in the East Wing. It has a window facing the East as well so that I can see the sunrise every morning. My walls are painted in a greyish-blue. My furniture is black. When you enter the room, you're standing in front of my bed. Opposite the bed is the window and in front of it is my desk. To the left of the desk, is my wardrobe which is always messy and to the right are some shelves with books.", he describes. Y/n tries to imagine the room. In her head, the room is kind of empty besides the furniture Draco described. "Is there anything else in the room?", she asks. Draco names some quidditch equipment and some other tokens that y/n has trouble imagining. Draco tried to explain quidditch to her one time but y/n fails to truly understand the game. Probably, because she's never seen a person riding a broom.

"Would you like to see my room?", y/n proposes and Draco nods. They walk back to the hallway and up the stairs that are on the left. "My room is all the way up, beneath the roof.", she tells him as they climb up the stairs. Y/n's room is the only room on the last floor. When she opens the room, there's her bed to the left and behind the door is her closet. Right in front of the door are three windows. In front of the middle one, is her desk. On the left is a little reading niche and on the right is a dressing table and a cupboard. A chain of lights is strung from one side of the room towards another. Y/n makes some space for Draco to enter. He looks around the room in silence. "So, what do you think?", she asks. "It suits you. I don't know how I'd imagine your room but this fits you perfectly.", he tells her. Y/n giggles and drops onto her bed. "You think so?", she says. Draco nods and turns around in her room before joining her on the bed. Y/n thinks the sight of him in her room is a bit strange. Like he doesn't quite fit into it. He's dressed in black (like always) and her room is dominated by beige and pastel tones. "Yeah, it's bright and warm. And girly. And cozy.", he replies. Y/n snuggles up to him. "You like it?", she asks him. Draco pulls her closer to him. "Yes. Actually, I like your whole house. Everything is very home-ly.", he murmurs and kisses the top of her head. He pulls her back and they fall on top of the comforter of y/n's bed. Draco turns to his side, pulling her closer to him. Y/n takes in his scent and puts her head on his chest, just beneath his head. Draco's hand finds its way into y/n's hair and he scratches the skin of her skull a bit. Y/n feels how the three magical words lay heavy on her tongue again, begging her to speak them out loud once more. She swallows them down quickly, however. She doesn't want to make a fool out of herself once again.

They lay there for a while and y/n is not sure whether or not she may have dozed off a bit. The room's colour faded to grey indicating that the sun was about to go down. Draco stretches next to her and sits up. "Are you hungry?", y/n asks him. Draco shrugs but y/n knows him well enough that that means yes. They end up ordering pizza and watching y/n's favourite movie. Setting up the telly, Draco is fascinated by the technology and asks a bunch of questions about how it works without magic which y/n definitely can't answer. She lets Draco choose a movie afterwards and they spend the evening rotting on the couch. Eventually, the titles roll and y/n sits up stretching. She peeks over to Draco whose eyes are closed. Did he really fall asleep?, she thinks and pokes his cheek. He wrinkles his nose and opens an eye. "Sleepy? Wanna settle for the night?", y/n asks and Draco yawns and nods. They get up and climb up the stairs to y/n's room. After brushing their teeth, they climb into y/n's bed and Draco pulls her close. Y/n leans her head against his and lets her hand rest on his chest. Draco gently strokes over her back and places soft kisses on her forehead, her cheeks and her nose. Y/n crooks her head and meets him in a soft kiss. It's slow and sweet. Draco puts his hand into her hair and pulls her face closer to him, deepening the kiss. Y/n's heart starts beating faster. They kiss like this for a bit until Draco rolls her over so that y/n lays flat on her back. Draco hovers over her while continuing to kiss her. Y/n puts her hands behind his neck and one of Draco's hands runs up and down her sides. Y/n feels goosebumps forming all over her body. Draco's hand finds the hem of her shirt. His fingers dip under it, softly circling the skin of her hip. He leans his head back for a moment. "Is this okay with you?", he asks. Y/n nods breathlessly, not trusting her voice to say yes. She's expected it to happen tonight. Hell, she kinda hoped it would. Draco pushes his hand under her shirt exploring the warm, naked skin underneath it. Y/n lets her hands run down his back and pulls his shirt up a bit. Draco sits up for a moment and pulls it over his head. Y/n stares up at him in awe. He looks even more pale than usual with the moonlight hitting his skin the way it does at this moment. She sits up a bit and runs her hand down his chest. Draco gently pulls on the neckline of her shirt, silently asking for permission to take it off as well. Y/n swallows. She's nervous. "We don't-", Draco starts but y/n cuts him off by pulling her shirt off as well. Draco doesn't say or do anything for a few seconds. Then he slowly traces a line from her shoulder over her collarbone down to her chest. He leans forward again, kissing her deeply while finally cupping her chest with his hand. Y/n lets herself fall back on the pillow.

She won't worry about anything tonight. Not about her parents or Draco's parents. About whether or not a wizard and a muggle can be together. By the time Draco's hands wander down to her pants, she has forgotten about most of it.

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maddithefangirl · 2 years

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Widowed (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: none?

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: You are finally ready to settle down in Velaris and meet people as you attend an event for widowed mates where you just so happen to find one Shadowsinger.

a/n: Hi everyone! I got the inspiration for this prompt randomly one day but I finally got around to reading it!!! I'm so happy that I was able to write this for y'all. Let me know if there's anything you want to see from me or know about me! xoxo

The coffee shop air was warm with hints of hazelnut and chocolate. It was after hours so the Summer night was dark and hazy, mixing with the soft golden light from the string lights lining the walls. You had never been here at this time so you couldn't help but stare as this magical feeling hit deep in the pit of your stomach. You slowly make your way to the back room where tonight's meeting will be held.

In the back room, there were a few low-top and high-top tables with matching chairs. The atmosphere was calming as you walked in, grabbed a goblet of wine, and took a seat at one of the high-top tables. There was a blank name tag sitting at every seat in the room. You carefully write your name on the small white tag and place it on your blouse where others could see.

This was one of the things you never thought you would ever be ready to do, but here you were. You had seen every single court in all of Prythian along with the Mortal Lands, but Velaris was certainly your favorite place you had ever visited. It took you 500 years to get to this point where you were ready to start meeting people and not just depending on yourself. That is what brought you here to this coffee shop late one Summer evening.

Your mate passed in the war 500 years ago. You will never forget having to wait forever to receive official word back on who survived. The two of you would keep the bond closed most of the time so that he could focus on the war, so when you got a ripple of excruciating pain from the bond, you knew. Going through that alone was the hardest but most rewarding thing you had ever done. And you did it.

Tonight was all about new beginnings. You had finally wanted to find someone, a companion, platonic or more. Except, you didn't know how to meet people on your own. So that's what led you here. This mingling event was set up solely for widowed mates. You had no idea so many people would be here. Holy shit. There are so many people... just like you.

As you survey the room, you see all kinds of fae. Everybody looked nice as more and more came into the back room where you sat sipping your wine. You had always been someone who wanted that one magical moment to happen, but the realization that that would never happen again slowly creeps in. There's an unsteady smile on your face as you start to avoid eye contact. This wasn't supposed to be about romance, but you wanted it so desperately. You had been debating on coming all week going back and forth with your definitive answer. Your best friend, Patty, had to drag you out of bed to actually make it here on time, but not without the best pep talk of your life. Patty was always like that and you admired her for it. You always wanted to be like her, she had lots of friends and actually went out and did things at night. You were tired of being alone.

Your wine seemed to get more and more interesting as it got closer to the designated starting time. The chair you were in moved slightly with the anxious bouncing of your leg. Your thoughts were running wild as you glance up and see there is a male sitting across from you. He must have been the quietest person you had ever witnessed. That or your thoughts really were that loud in your head. He was the most handsome male you had ever feasted your eyes on. His dark hair was tousled just right to make him look mysterious but not completely unapproachable. And he had… wings. You had never met an Illyrian before. There were good stories you heard about them in the inns you stayed in, but never had you seen one, let alone this close.

His eyes reach yours in a quick glance as you couldn’t stop inspecting his features. You shook your head taking yourself out of your trance as you went back to staring at your glass of wine. Heat spread over your face, and you weren’t sure whether it was the alcohol or the fact you just embarrassed yourself in front of this male.

When the event started you had to regain your composure just so you could look up from your drink again without giving yourself away. Looking up you see there were two other females at your table. One was short with curly blonde hair in a low ponytail with the nametag “Jessie,” and the other was a red head with long straight hair all the way down to her butt, “Robyn.” It was then when you realized you had stared so hard at the male’s face you didn’t even see his nametag. Damn it Y/N! You try to casually get a look but all you get is “Az.” Well that’s better than nothing.

Everyone turns to look at the front of the room where a tall dark skinned fae holds a microphone. Your breathing had finally calmed as the female stopped and we got to work on the first icebreaker of the night broken up into tables. As everyone faces towards the center of the table, you finally look to see his full nametag, “Azriel.” What a lovely name you thought to yourself as you took another sip of your wine. The icebreaker was a wholesome game of Never Have I Ever. This will be easy you thought.

It was not easy.

The females were practically falling all over Azriel like this was some kind of bar. You had a disgusted look on your face the whole time as you lost more fingers. Somehow Robyn won and it was time for inter-table mingling. This is what scared you the most. You stood up but left your hand on the table holding steady your wine. A cold breeze tickled your hand, but when you turned to look at it your hand was covered in shadows. Your mouth gaped open losing the words that were close to coming out. “Sorry!” you hear Azriel squeak out from beside you. You just look at him with kind eyes as you close your mouth in a slight smile, shaking your head to let him know it’s okay and scurried away.

Once again you embarrassed yourself in front of that male. Gods this was not how this was supposed to go.

Finally, the night was over as you met a few good faeries and planned to all meet up for coffee in a few days. As you went to sleep that night you couldn’t stop thinking of the Illyrian. You didn’t know why he wouldn’t leave your mind, but he stuck there. And he was on your mind for a full week after that night.

It was the weekend again which meant there would be another event for widowed mates. You had already told your new friends at coffee that you would go, but only if they sat at a table together first. That wasn’t how that was supposed to work, but you did it anyways making your way to the table. You kept looking at the entrance hoping you would see the handsome male again, but he was no where to be found. That is until the mingling part of the night when you felt a familiar breeze slide across your shoulder. You turn around and there he was. He gave you a gentle smile. You had gained some courage since last time that you managed to get out a, “hi.” It was soft and sweet in the air between you went easy. “Hi, I wanted to apologize for what happened last time. My shadows… sometimes have a mind of their own,” he said. You gave him a big smile this time and replied, “No! Really, it’s alright. It’s good to see you again.” You couldn’t believe where this courage was coming from, but you seemed to radiate in it. Your eyes meet his as you start to get a pulling feeling in your ribs. There was no way… You hadn’t felt something like this in over 500 years. His eyes go wide. He must have felt it too then.

Mate.

It kept ringing in your ear as you find yourself hugging him. You pull back with an apologetic look when you say, “how?” He says, “The Cauldron must believe that we need each other.” It made sense. Why did it take you 500 years to be ready if it wasn’t for someone just right to come into your life. “Well, would you like to go somewhere more private? I want to know everything about who you are, Y/N.” Damn, that name sounded good coming from his mouth. “Of course, mate.”

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fertilize-my-eggs · 3 months

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Lusting after you ch.12

You are their obedient toy to play with. A03

Ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.4 ch.5 ch.6 ch.7 ch.8 ch.9 ch.10 ch.11

Triggered warning: gangbang and vomit so you have been warned, every chapter will be posted on Thursday ❤️ hope y'all enjoy this chapter.~

In a blink of an eye as I watched in horror, dabi was the first to push Jin away as he growled at everyone.

Dabi grabs all parts of my body, he pushes me on my back onto the floor and pushes my legs to my chest areas. Shigaraki watches it all, jerking his cock off and enjoying every bit of it.

“ No one takes her ass, you can use her tight pussy or her mouth. ” I was afraid of this man, his bright blue eyes scared me as I looked away.

“ aww you're a cute little puppy.~ want me to give you a litter of pups? ” I didn't respond as I was too afraid of these people.

He grabs my face as he focuses on me to look at him, he tilts his head as he mocks me.

“ yes yes yes!! Tomura fills me with your cum.~ I heard you a few hours ago. Don't act all innocent with me doll. ” he began to choke me as I grip his wrists, I turned towards shigaraki for help as he watched me being helpless.

He begins to remove his pants as he pulls his cock out, I gulp a bit as I see him having a bit of piercings on his dick, I choke out whining from this.

Jin came near my face as his cock slapped my face.

He pulled my mouth wide as he shoved it down my throat, it was fast and hard.

I begin to gag from this as dabi laughs like a lunatic as I try everything to escape.

I cry out feeling dabi shoved his cock deep inside my pussy as I need air, I need to breathe.

Toga begins to suck and bite my titties as I cry for help.

“ I want to cut your cute body and drink your sweet blood.~ ”

“ ahh fuck.~ I think she likes that idea… aghh she's tightening up on my cock, I bet you she's enjoying getting stuff full of cum. ”

“ dabi!!! I wanna fuck her pussy too.~ shit her mouth sucks.~ ” twice whine as he ram his cock down my mouth, he pulled away to let me breathe as he does the same rhythm.

Shuichi started to blush as he gently grabbed your wrist to give him a handjob.

He didn't say anything but wanted to join in the fun.

“ fuck fuck fuck!! Take it, take my cum you cock hungry whore.~ ” dabi releases his thick white cum deep inside as I sob around Jin's dick, he begins to reach his high as he pulls out his cock for it to land on my face and hair.

I close my eyes tight as I hear giggling nearby.

My lips quiver from this as Himiko pushes my thighs wide as she puts her cunt on top of mine.

She began to hump fast as she cooed at me.” aww little birdie, you're such a pretty bird.~ ” I slowly opened my eyes to witness her pulling a knife out and began to cut my skin. I cried out as I wanted to leave, Jin grabbed my wrist as he put it above my head as I cried out.

Dabi pulls out a lighter to burn my thighs while laughing at my pain.

This is hell… toga moan as she rubs her clit on my sensitive blud, she presses the knife so deep, blood comes out as she begins to lick it from her knife.

I roll my eyes as I begin to orgasm as the unwanted pleasure runs through my body as I whimper out.

Toga carcasses my cheeks as she kisses my lips tenderly.

“ I want you to eat me out birdie.~” she removed herself as she got up to sit on my face, I couldn't breathe as I felt helpless.

I don't know who slid inside my cunt but I heard whiney groans, then very touchy on my thighs.

I don't know how long it is or how many hours but I just know shigaraki enjoy my pain and suffering.

Toga grinds on top of me, moans as grabbed my breasts. Twice pounding into my tight cunny. I feel someone touching my titties as I feel someone's lips on my nipples.

“ she's so perfect, sweet.~ her titties are so tasty.~ ”

“ ahh right sis magne.~ they pretty and soft titties.~ ”

I need air fast, the juices cover my mouth as I try my best to give her a best orgasm so they can leave but I highly doubt it.

Jin rolls his head back as he begins to reach his high, shooting his load deep inside of me, it feels quite sloppy from the cums.

“ Move twice, I can't handle this anymore. ” spinner pushed him away as he stuck his dick inside and he immediately released his cum inside of me, I rolled my eyes back.

It feels gross from the many dump of cum inside of me, I whine out as toga sigh and feel close to her end.

Shuichi pulls away as he sighs, he strokes his cock slowly.

“ ohhh is it my turn to take the darling?” toga moves away as I see a man with a mask coming near me, he has an orange shirt and brown vest.

He moved my body to be on my hand and knees as he shoved his cock inside. I thought it was gonna be rough like dabi and twice but he's surprisingly gentle with this, he rolled his hips and rubbed my clit in a slow and teasing way as I sigh.

I couldn't make a noise as toga put her pussy on my mouth.

I cry out from being overstimulated, I hear other males debating about who will take more load into you.

Shigaraki chuckles as he speaks.” alright guys, I'll take her ass while you guys get to dump your cum all over her.~ ” I couldn't hear it properly from the feeling of getting stuff full and having toga humping my face.

And then in the blink of an eye, I see everything. I'm being manhandled by this mask man underneath me as shigaraki comes behind me, he pulls my tail out as I cry out.

The camera comes towards us as I feel tomura push his cock inside my asshole, I begin to cry out.

Shigaraki pounding into my ass as the brown haired man got more heated with his thrust. I see the males rubbing their cock towards me as I see Kurogiri stroking his cock while filming it.

This is getting overwhelming as I reach my orgasm, I roll my eyes back feeling both their cock deep inside of me, it feels painful and it feels like I'll rip a skin from them.

“ good puppy.~ cum on our cocks, you'll get your reward soon. ” I cry out tomura’s name as I bounce on their cocks, I couldn't stop, I need more.

Their cocks going fast and harder into my holes as I grip his orange shirt tight, I scream out my lungs as I start to shake uncontrollably by the pleasure. Then every single guy and a trans woman begins to shoot their load onto my face and body, I close my eyes feeling the sticky mess on my eyelids.

I sigh softly, I can't calm down when their cock hits the right spot. Shigaraki holds my neck upwards where the camera is, I blink slowly from the sticky cum.

Everyone was laughing at me, mocking my appearance as I quivered my lips.

I sob softly as I feel their cocks twitching inside of me, shigaraki choking me a bit as I gag from the noise.

I feel like I'm blacking out, then I close my eyes fully, I don't remember anything happening afterwards.

I slowly wake up to vomit aggressively onto the sheets, tomura immediately rises up as he has a concerned look.

“ what wrong my love~? ” I couldn't think anything as I threw up onto the floor, I couldn't stop letting it out.

I curl into a ball as shigaraki rubbing my back for comfort.

“ Let's go to my personal doctor, he can help you. ” He pulled his phone out to call Kurogiri for the mess as he pulled me closer as we started to head to the hospital.

The drive to the hospital feels so long as I try not to throw up, I put my head on the glass as I shake uncontrollably.

Tomura rubs my shoulder as I shiver heavily.

Once we're at the parking lot, he begins to get out and help me walk towards the entrance. I hold my belly as I feel a vomit coming close.

“ good morning shigaraki-.. ”

“ there no time, check on her please.~ she's been throwing up this morning. ” he nodded his head as he looked me up and down.

We headed into an ultrasound to check for any bad parasites.

“ How long have you two been having sex? ” the bald short man asked Tomura as he tilt his head.

“ three day ago.. ” the doctor hum quietly as he put the clear gel on my belly and rubbed it, there it ultrasound screen can be show inside the womb as he pointed at the screen.

“ Have you been having protected or unprotected sex? ”

Tomura looks downward as his cheeks get red.

“... unprotected. ” the doctor chuckles as he stands up and shakes his hand.

“ Congratulations you're a father!! ” Tomura blinks a few times fast as he rise his brows.

“ a-a father? ” I hold my belly as I raise my brows towards him, he points at the little bean on the ultrasound, it's small.

“ see right there, that the baby and it's growing but we can't tell how many there are since it's a few days, come back in six or seven weeks to check in. ”

“ a father?? ” Tomura whispered softly as he had a wide shocked expression as he looked at his hands. He couldn't believe it himself, he had to hold my hand as he turned towards me.

“ we're going to be parents!! Crap…” the better question is it his baby or one of his coworkers… I don't think that work since it happened yesterday, there is no way they could impregnate me in less than a few hours..

Shigaraki pulls me closer as he begins to cry out, he pet my hair softly as he smiles.

“ we're going to be parents!!! ”

#tw gandbang #tw rape #tw abuse #mha au #shigaraki tomura #x reader #fanfic #dead dove #anime #bnha #mha #minors dni #smut #lov x reader #tw noncon/dubcon

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hotcat37 · 3 months

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Number 60 in the Stalker!Tommy AU? 🙂

the amount of stalker! Tommy requests in my inbox....y'all are sick!! (so am I)

60: petting/stroking

Jere has gotten back into the bad habit of biting at his sleeves. He's been doing it ever since he was a kid, the sleeves of his sweater finding their way between his teeth whenever he felt scared or anxious. Nowadays he only tends to do it before a particularly big gig. When was the last time he had a big gig? Jere is pretty sure that he was supposed to perform at one yesterday. Or the day before that.

His teeth dig into thick material when he hears the doors of the shed sliding apart. Jere doesn't move, lying completely still on the mattress, facing the cold wall. He thinks it might be night time but he can't be sure. The only light in the shed comes from the occasionally flickering light bulb Tommy usually remembers to leave on. But sometimes he forgets. Jere's body automatically tenses when he hears footsteps growing closer. It's been several days now but that knee jerk panic reaction is still there.

"You sleeping?" Tommy's soft voice calls out to him. Jere doesn't cease his chewing but doesn't respond either. He tries not to flinch when the mattress dips under the weight of Tommy moving to lie beside him. Hot breath on the back of his neck. Jere shudders in disgust.

Tommy's hands start to wander, craving physical contact. Sometimes he's kind of like a puppy. Jere knows it's a laughable comparison but it's true. He's come to realize that Tommy would do anything for love. That he becomes almost frantic when Jere hasn't let him touch him in a few hours.

He still doesn't want Tommy to touch him. But he's too tired to fight it right now, simply lying there while long fingers start stroking up and down his torso. It doesn't induce arousal in any way but Jere figures that isn't the point to begin with. The rapper closes his eyes, tries to think of anything, anyone else.

He wonders if Jesse is losing his mind stressing over all the missed gigs right now. How many messages and calls his brother left him. If the rest of the crew have trashed his apartment in the hope of somehow finding him there. Is anybody looking for him?

Tommy pets him, gently stroking messy, tangled hair. The act is tender. Jere craves and resents it all the same. Sometimes he scares himself with how badly he wants Tommy to be here with him. His entire body shakes with anxiety but it's much worse when he's all by himself. Abandoned. He glances down at the other hand stroking patterns over his throat. Tommy's skin is sickly pale, noticeable even in the dim light. Jere knows his own flesh doesn't look much better. Worse, possibly. He hasn't been outside for days.

"You know I love you, yeah?" Tommy breathes into his ear, a hint of desperation in his tone. His petting is becoming less and less soothing.

Jere bites a hole into his sleeve.

#tommy cash #käsh #stalker! Tommy #anon ask #writers game

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dawn-lovelace · 5 months

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How Dawn left the hunters of Artemis

Tw: suicide, SA, cursing, stalking, deadname (ooc, yeah its a bad story lol. also sorry for typos and such I'm more a dreamer than a writer and I'm dyslexic as shit)

It was an unusually quiet day in the infirmary, only a few small cuts and scrapes. Nothing major, which had Dawn worried.

Something was bound to happen sooner or later. Knowing Camp Half Blood, there would be a new injury any minute now.

Dawn didn't like it when it was quiet. When there was no noise to distract them, their mind would wander. Bringing up memories of friends gone and mistakes made.

This was one of those times, Dawn was staring off into space; their mind filled with the sounds of screaming and crying. It was so loud that they barely heard Haven stumble into the room.

"Hey, Dawn! They told me to come see you, apparently, I passed out in the strawberry fields earlier," Haven said, in a somewhat confused tone.

Dawn was quickly pulled from their thoughts, the crying fading away into the background replaced by the soft music that their siblings played while working.

"Hm?" They looked up, "Oh, uh, yeah. Let me take a look at you. It's probably just heat exhaustion. It's pretty hot out today."

Dawn walked over to the table that Haven was sitting on and handed her a canteen of nectar. The tops of Haven's cheeks and nose were as pink as her dyed hair. But she didn't seem fazed by the small sun burn, if anything it looked like something else was on her mind.

"Yep. That's heat exhaustion. The nectar will help and your skin should be fine within an hour. Perk of being an Aphrodite kid, its nearly impossible to harm y'all's skin" Dawn said with a small smile.

Haven glady drank the nectar, smiling, Dawn could only wonder what it tasted like for her. To Dawn, it always tasted like her Mamma's iced tea back home in Georgia. She remembered drinking it while her moms danced to some song by They Might be Giants in the kitchen.

Dawn turned and started putting things away on the shelf when from behind her Haven asked, "Hey, why did you leave the hunters? I've always wanted to ask but never had the chance."

Fuck

Dawn hated that question. She closed her eyes and images of a bloody dagger and a note flashed in her mind. Stop they thought as they blinked back the painful memory. They didn't wanna say the real answer, so they went with their default.

"I'm not a girl. The hunters are all girls."

They couldn't meet Haven's eyes as they turned around.

Haven looked confused. "But you're genderfluid? Artemis allows nonbinary hunters? Why would she just kick you out?"

"Ok, fine. The real reason was that my oath was broken. So I left."

That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. Only 3 other people know the real reason. Her brother Will, Artemis, and Chiron.

That's it. No one else.

"oh, ok? Well, thanks for the nectar! see ya around!" Haven said with a smile and walked out of the infirmary.

Dawn was very happy that she didn't push for more information. Haven never would have looked at her the same if she knew that she was a victim.

They decided that they needed so air, too many thoughts and memories buzzing around in their head. So they walked back to cabin 7 and grabbed their headphones that the Hephestus cabin made for them. They made their way to one of the hills that overlooked Long Island Sound, and sat down to listen to music.

Music helps drown out the memories. But this time it wasn't working. No matter how loud they blasted the music in their ears his face was there.

And just like that, they were plunged into a memory. One that they wish they could forget. In an instant, they were in their 12 year old body again. Their long brown hair braided with silver as she laughed with her new friend.

Friend was one way to put it. He was a mortal who could see through the mist. He was older than Dawn, at least physically, being a hunter for so long made Dawn forget their actual age. He was fascinated by her. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"Becca! We have to go!" Called Dawn's best friend Zoe Nightshade.

Rebecca Dawn hadn't been called that in years. Hearing it now sounded so foreign. It made her skin crawl.

"Coming!" She yelled back.

"When will I see you again?" The boy asked. He looked heartbroken.

"Oh, well, you know us. We move around a lot. I'm sure I'll see you again soon!" Rebecca said, smiling at her newfound friend. She got up, waved goodbye, and ran to meet Zoe and the other hunters.

"That boy makes me uncomfortable," Zoe said in an unamused tone.

"What? He's just a mortal! He's harmless!"

If only that was true. If only they had listened to Zoe.

Tears welled up in Dawn's eyes at the memory. So naive. They thought.

He kept showing up. Everywhere they went. Which was supposed to be impossible. No one can track the hunters. But there he was, around every corner, watching. Waiting. Leaving notes and poems about Rebecca. How she was the light of his life.

One day, the note asked them to meet. Zoe begged Rebecca not to go. Zoe knew it was unsafe.

"Ok, Ok, I'll take my dagger. Happy now?" Little did she know that the dagger was useless.

She tried to stab him with it when he forced himself on her.

It did nothing.

It was celestial bronze. Mortals were immune.

He grabbed the dagger, "You think your little magic knife will stop me! YOU LEFT ME BECCA! HOW DARE YOU LEAVE ME!"

She was overpowered, weaponless, and scared. So she did the only thing that she could think of; She bit him.

He cried in pain and in one quick move stabbed Rebecca with her own dagger.

Dawn tried to shake away the memory. Tears running down their face. They felt the ugly jagged scar through their orange camp shirt. It was glowing. All their scars were glowing. That happens sometimes when they get really emotional.

His words still echoed through their mind.

"if I can't have you I'll kill myself!"

And he did.

The note said that it was all her fault. No, It was Rebecca's fault.

She had stumbled back to the hunters and was met by Zoe. She told Zoe what happened through sobs as Zoe dressed the stab wound in her side.

Zoe looked disgusted.

To this day Dawn doesn't know why Zoe said this, maybe it was because she was old fashioned, maybe its because she wasn't thinking.

"How could you let him do that to you? You broke your oath to Lady Artemis. You shouldn't have led him on."

"WHAT?!" Becca screamed. Their silver jacket stained with tears and blood.

"I do not know what will happen to you, now, Rebecca. Not many people who break their oath leave the hunters alive."

"ARE YOU SAYING THAT LADY ARTEMIS IS GOING TO KILL ME BECAUSE I WAS ATTACKED?!"

"Yes. Obviously, we wouldn't be having this conversation if you had put up more of a fight." Zoe said, her voice was cold.

"IF I'M TO DIE I WILL DIE ON MY OWN TERMS!" Rebecca was seeing red. Without thinking they grabbed her dagger and slashed their throat.

Zoe screamed for Artemis, and then everything went black.

Dawn woke up in a room they had never seen before. They were lying on a couch and beside them Lady Artemis was talking to a kind-looking man in a wheelchair.

"wha-what happened?" They tried to sit up but a tan boy with blonde hair stopped her.

"Woah there, you just came back to life I wouldn't be sitting up that fast if I were you." He said with a small smile.

"My child, do you remember what happened?" Artemis said in a soft voice.

Rebecca nodded.

"You already know then that you cannot stay as one of my hunters, I'm afraid. I have brought you here to camp half blood, you will be safe here. Chiron has assured me that. Your father should claim you as one of his children fairly soon." Artemis explained.

"Wait. This whole time you knew who my dad was and you didn't tell me?"

Dawn sat there on the hill. Yeah, it was probably better to just let people believe what they wanna believe about what happened.

Dawn wiped their tears away and looked out onto the lake.

Their brother Will ran up to them, "Hey Dawn, we need you back at the infirmary. Percy tried to shoot an arrow again"

"How many times have we told him to not do that?? I'll be right there. How many were Injured?"

Yeah, Dawn thought, I might not be a hunter anymore but I belong here. They need me.

#tw suicide #tw sa #tw stalking #pjo oc #child of apollo #pjo #dawn lovelace #pjo rp #icee writes

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direwombat · 1 year

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happy wip wednesday y'all

tagged by: @trench-rot, @socially-awkward-skeleton

tagging: @adelaidedrubman, @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @baldurrs, @strafethesesinners, @strangefable, @fourlittleseedlings, @purplehairsecretlair, @schoute, @gaeadene, @g0dspeeed, @sukoshimikan, @poetikat, @wrathfulrook, @josephslittledeputy, @madparadoxum, @euryalex, @clonesupport, @ivymarquis, @voidika, @nightwingshero, @aceghosts, @deputyash, @jacobsneed, @jacobseed , @confidentandgood, @inafieldofdaisies, @vampireninjabunnies-blog , and anyone else who has something to share today! (But as always no pressure <3)

have i finished drafting chapters one and interlude i of kneeling at the crossroads? no. is that stopping me from working on chapter two? also no. so have the intro to that :)

Hope County MT. September 13, 2018. Lamb of God Church. 9:14 a.m.

Were Father Brian not already dead, Sybille would ask if it were poetry or sacrilege that happened at the Lamb of God church. She doesn’t know him well, never spoke to him much — Irish priests are a little too ascetic for her taste — but she knows that no one deserves this.

She stares up at his corpse, nailed to and sharing the same cross as his Lord and Savior. Church makes crucifixion seem so much more beautiful than it actually is. The artists paint and sculpt Jesus with such exquisite ecstasy in his agony. But the stories she grew up hearing never talked about the immediate aftermath of his expiration.

Surely, Jesus didn’t reek of death while Virgin Mary held him as she wept. Surely, his body never bloated the way Father Brian’s has — feet swollen and gut distending as it fills with gas.

“Shit,” she breathes, and she pats Boomer’s head when he lets out a sad whimper.

There’s a thudding on the roof as Grace Armstrong leaves her nest in the belfry. Dust shakes loose from the rafters, raining down, tickling her nose and causing Boomer to errupt into a series of full body sneezes.

“Okay, okay,” she says with a small huff of laughter. She gives him another pat and gently nudges him to turn around and head back outside. “C’mon boy, let’s go.” They pass back through the entryway of the church, its doors partially blown off their hinges and riddled with bullet holes.

The air outside isn’t much more pleasant. Fresh though it may be, it’s still heavy with the coppery tang of freshly spilled blood. Bodies of Joseph’s followers are scattered across the ground, a few slumping over the headstones.

The Lamb of God has been led to slaughter, and all that remains is death and decay.

Sybille takes a seat on the concrete steps and breathes a heavy sigh. It’s not even noon and she’s already lost count of how many people she’s killed. Her fingers twitch, reaching into her breast pocket out of habit. They brush against the soft flannel, noting the distinct lack of cigarettes, before she remembers that she lost her current pack after Dutch fished her from the Henbane.

A shame. It was a fresh pack, too.

Boomer sits beside her, leaning his rump heavily against her hip. His tongue lolls from his mouth, breath coming out in hot, wet pants. Her nose crinkles at the smell; dog breath briefly overpowers the stench of dead bodies.

She ruffles the fur atop his head, causing his ears to flop. His eyes squint shut and his tail swishes against the concrete, whacking lightly against her each time it arcs her way. That panting smile of his widens.

It’s difficult to believe that it’s barely been an hour since she freed him from that cage, only to find his Mama — Rae Rae — shot dead and lying in a pool of her own blood.

So much blood.

On the ground. In the air. The county is hemorrhaging, and she has no tourniquet, no gauze, nothing to staunch the flow other than her own goddamn hands.

And she’d been so certain that moving to Hope County was her opportunity to finally wash them clean.

A shadow falls over her, accompanied by a clipped, “Hey.” Sybille looks up to find Grace standing before her, one hand on her hip while the other shoulders her rifle. “Where’d you serve?”

She huffs a small laugh. Soldiers. They’re all the same, herself included — she’d been wanting to ask her the same question. “Afghanistan,” she answers, rising to her feet. She shoulders her own assault rifle. “Eleven years. Discharged a few months ago.”

“No shit,” Grace says. The corner of her lips quirk up. “Must’ve missed each other.”

“Army’s big,” Sybille shrugs.

Grace snorts. “Ain’t that the truth.” She holds out her hand. “Name’s Grace”

Sybille takes it, giving her a firm handshake, one that’s returned just as firmly. “Armstrong — I know. Seen you on the billboards. I’m Deputy La Roux. Sybille.”

A wry smile stretches across Grace’s face and she nods slowly. “Ah,” she says. “So, you’re the one the Peggies’ve been scramblin’ to find.”

“Guilty,” Sybille says sheepishly.

“Well, if you’re on Joseph Seed’s shitlist, you’re fine by me. Thanks for the help, by the way. Ain’t no way I could’ve held them off on my own. I owe you.”

“Just doin’ my job,” Sybille shrugs. “Protect ‘n serve ‘n shit.”

#wip wednesday #wip: kneeling at the crossroads

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chayscribbles · 1 year

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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ april and may 2023

i didn't do one last month so we get a double feature today!

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 6 214 in april; 9 425 in may

projects worked on: once again only wrote for Andromeda Rogue but did a lot of plotting and planning for The Gemini Heist

proudest accomplishment: i've resisted chucking everything i've ever written into a shredder

books read in both april and may: A Rival Most Vial be @ashen-crest; Planetfall by Emma Newman, and Rogue Protocol (Murderbot Diaries #3) by Martha Wells

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

i went super hard in the beginning of april, burned out majorly for several weeks, then went hard again in the last 2 or so weeks. april ended in the middle of my burnout so that's why i didn't have an update last month. it just didn't seem worth it.

i'm also trying to make a soft return to writeblr! it's not working.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

this might be a stretch but the 2 year (2 year?????!?!?!!) anniversary of me finishing the first draft of AR1 is coming up on June 13th... so wouldn't it be grand if i finished the second draft by then? a guy can dream.

right now this draft is sitting at nearly 73K, which means i've almost reached the wc of draft one. and i still have a few more chapters to go!

unfortunately i've also left all the Hard Parts up until now becuase i love to make myself suffer!!!! pray for me y'all.

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (planning, i guess?)

well the good news is that i actually have the skeleton of an outline! i have 7 acts and a vague idea of what happens in each of them!

the bad news is i can't seem to get myself to actually write any of it! all i've been doing is anything EXCEPT writing. backstory developing, worldbuilding, creating menial lore... but not a single word added to my draft. when will my suffering end.

i did post a fun drawing + worldbuilding thing tho, if you missed it!

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

i'm pretty sure i posted this excerpt from AR already a loooong time ago... but it's gotten a small upgrade ever since. you see, back when i first wrote it, i didn't know how long the gang's trip would take. but then i developed a standardized formula to calculate travel time and just happened to end up with the funniest possible result... which lead to this.

Valyan, meanwhile, plopped themself into the co-pilot’s chair.

“How long have you been able to do that?” they asked, eyes sparkling. “Why don’t your powers look like the Hepplings' from the Order of the Vine? Is it just the healing thing you can do, or can you do other things? Like use the plants as a lasso, or—”

“Look, kid,” Finneas interrupted, “here’s the deal. If you leave me alone for a few hours, I’ll answer every question you have about my… powers. Okay?”

Valyan narrowed their eyes. “How many hours is ‘a few’?”

“Um… seventy?”

“Nice try. That’s about how long it’ll take us to get back to Sayntagnesia. And it’s actually sixty-nine hours.” They grinned. “Nice.”

Of course that would be the one fact they’d remember. “You got me. How about six?”

“Deal.”

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

general taglist:

@nicola-write @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation@chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre

andromeda trilogy taglist:

@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @chaylattes @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites @cynic-and-chief @enchanted-lightning-aes @aesa @outpost51

gemini heist taglist:

@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @nicola-writes @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @onomatopiya @outpost51

#chayscribbles writing update #wip andromeda trilogy #wip andromeda rogue #wip gemini heist

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 1 year

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So I Worked Myself Sick... And Recovery

Either that or my usual fall cold has really accurate timing. No matter the reason though I didn't wanna listen and tried to do more chores despite feeling like death. It got to the point I apologized to my mom for not doing more and she instead demanded I take some meds and go lay down. (She rarely gets like this unless she thinks I legit look like death...)

It's nothing bad, just my head in a vice, nausea, scratchy throat that hurts if I open my mouth for any reason, and congestion that eats like 5 boxes of tissues. The usual...

But that got me thinking since even on the verge of me falling over I was like "No, I need to do more, you need to rest... I'm sorry I haven't done more..." I'd totally go into the Spider Society totally ill but brunting through the symptoms like I have many times prior.

A lot of people are sympathetic thinking Miguel drug me in. But when I go to see him, he stops me mid-briefing and demands I go rest. I try to insist I'm fine and I'm going to do the job he gave me since I know I'm not contagious and I need to earn my keep.

Basically reciting crap that he hasn't said about me in years. So what does he do? He webs me up like he did to Miles and takes me back to his apartment. If I'm not going to at least act like I'll listen and get rest, then he's gonna ensure it.

I'm laid up in his bed, cold meds and a warm drink on the nightstand, a bowl of soup still steaming on the other. Miguel wishes that he could stay and do it all himself, but LYLA has it covered. Besides, he did bring me a few home comforts like my laptop and a few plushies. I can't be so restless if I'm buried in blankets and other soft crap. He even lets me log in to YouTube on his TV so that I'm not staring at such a close screen for so long, and he's only used it like 20 times in the years of having the place.

So when he's sure I'm not gonna leave, he heads back to work. He makes sure to tell me and LYLA to keep him updated if I need anything. We agree and it's not too long before I pass out, while LYLA gives updates every half hour like he asked.

Even with all this, he can't help but keep returning to check in on me himself. I'm usually asleep or playing Stardew with some documentary of true crime or a TV show or Book analysis on the TV. It calms him slightly but seeing me cough in pain or bring the trash can to my face causes him to ache.

Y'all can't tell me this man wouldn't be holding some internal guilt for pushing me so hard before, even after I explain this IS most likely all my own doing. So whenever he is back at the main Spider Society Hub, he can't disguise his curt behavior and shorter temper. Not to those who know him well, anyway. Newer recruits just think that's how he is...

But they can't help from wondering where I am, since I've developed a reputation of being the soothing balm he craves. Soon enough rumors started going around that we got into a fight and he sent me packing. But when some people catch him not being in his office multiple times for more than 20 minutes a time, they get worried. Their natural curiosity mixed with Miguel's weirder behavior and LYLA's secrecy would get the better of them and a few Spiders begin to follow Miguel.

When they come across Miguel's apartment, they sneak inside. They then find me, in his bed, in nothing but an oversized top, buried beneath blankets and plushies. The pills are scattered and nearly empty while cough syrup lies without a lid. The soup bowl is now on the floor. To top it all off, I do not appear to be breathing.

SPOILER ALERT! I am, I just am a real heavy sleeper in that regard so even my own mother will wake me up since she fears the worst. Well, even though Miguel had just left, LYLA had informed him of his freaked-out visitors. So he rushes back and he's PISSED since not only are they trespassing, but if they wake me and make me feel bad for resting, he's gonna lose it.

So he surprises these Spider-people from behind and begins lecturing them. But these Spider-people are resistant to his reasoning, considering how he behaved with others who didn't follow his rules like Gwen and Miles.

That's when I wake up, grumpy and groggy because owww... why are people here? But when Miguel sees this, his tone and behavior take a 180. This freaks out the intruding Spider-people even more and they begin getting frantic. I simply pat my throat, and when Miguel scolds me for talking when it hurts, I smile, pat my throat, and shake my head.

I froggily explain what really happened and that Miguel was just taking care of me since I refused to do it myself. I'm not kidnapped, I'm not fired or broken up with him. If anything I'm grateful someone, once again, knocked some sense into me since I have a history of not caring for my own health when it got bad but other people had problems.

This eases the newer Spider-people and everything seems okay as he escorts them out of his place and orders LYLA for another soup delivery... Though I may have helped calm the situation and shown them a much softer side to Miguel that not many have seen since long before the incident with his alt world...

Nothing's gonna help them with the thrashing they get back in the office, but that's not my concern...

#selfshipdom #selfship community #self shipping #self insert #self insert community #selfship #self indulgent stuff #fo community #ship: a different web to weave

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kats-chaotic-wonderland · 1 year

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Clone Adoption Agency (Chapter 4)

Y'all these chapters just keep getting longer. But hey we made it to 4! As always any comments or questions are welcome, and please enjoy the babies while we have them. Geonosis is closer than you think.

Vette let out a yawn the next morning as she walked into the living room. The pile of small children snuggled on her floor made her stop as a soft smile graced her lips. She made a mental image and went to make breakfast for them all. Stepping past Kaviir's data pad she paused and smiled.

A bit later Vette had finished breakfast, the data pad now in a different spot than Kaviir had left it, and she began waking them all up and getting them ready for the day.

The boys all woke easily and went to the freshers, as she moved to Kaviir she could see a little flush in Kaviir's cheeks as she woke her. Sitting up the girl pouted and held her head,"Momma....I don't feel good..."

“I thought you wouldn’t after that bout in the rain.” She sighed and picked the girl up, “Alright. Boys! Eat your breakfast and then get to your drills. Jurir. I’ll have Jango come and oversee you every few hours.”

Jurir nodded and began organizing his team.

Vette smiled and held Kaviir in her arms, “Well, now we get to see how good the doctors around here are.”

She nodded and laid her head on Vette's shoulder sleepily. Vette grabbed a small blanket and bundled her up in it before carrying her off down the hallway towards the infirmary. “So… you’ve been teaching them some basic mando’a, I see.” She smiled and kissed her daughter softly on the cheek.

"Mhm..." She nodded rubbing her eyes

“How in the world did you all get stuck on that?” Vette laughed.

"Jurrir asked why you call me Kav'ika." She shrugged with a sniffle

“Ah… anything else I should know that you taught them?” Vette smiled warmly.

"uh....noooo....." She said unconvincingly.

Vette smiled and shook her head, “It’s okay, I planned on teaching them to speak it anyway, not many people know the language, so it makes for a decent encryption system.”

"Yup totally." She nodded then sneezed,"Totally all the Mandoa...."

“Kaviir?” Bette felt the girls forehead, “Are you feeling okay?”

"No," she pouted,"I keep sneezing."

“Is that all?” She raised an eyebrow as they walked in to the infirmary.

"Mhm." She nodded with a sniffle

Vette shook her head and sat her on one of the tables. Another clone, in his late teens to early twenties approached them, “Good morning, commander!” He seemed to have a more upbeat attitude, “What can I do for you today?”

“My daughter is running a bit of a fever, usual signs and symptoms of a cold, was hoping for some probiotics to help.”

“Can do.” He smiled and knelt down to meet her at eye level, “What’s your name, cutie?”

She blinked a few times, taking a moment to look him over. She wasn't used to the older clones. There weren't many, they'd come very early into the program, but the few she had seen were medical staff or officers. Vette could see a little pink dust her cheeks as she fumbled with her own name,"I'm Kaviir...." she looked up at the boy with wide eyes completely flustered. His hair was a little longer than her brothers, and he had a very charming smile that made her tummy turn funny.

“Kaviir? That’s a pretty name.” He removed a stethoscope and pressed it against her sternum, “I’m CM0-4587. But you can call me scrubs.”

"That's a cute name..." She mumbled without really thinking about it.

Vette raised an eyebrow at her daughter and chuckled.

“Take a deep breath and hold it for me?” Scrubs smiled.

She nodded and took a breath.

Scrubs counted silently to himself and nodded, “Okay…” and made a mental note to himself. He then moved to her back and placed it on the backside of where her heart was, “Again?”

She did it again

“Okay…” he scooted back and nodded to Kaviir, “Okay, Kaviir. How about a big ‘Ah’?” He grabbed a small light and clicked it on.

"Ahhhh" she said as she opened her mouth.

Scrubs looked down her throat and sighed, “Yep… definitely a fever.” He looked over to Vette, probably going to want to keep her under a blanket for a time, definitely no heavy exercise.”

"What! No, I have to help with training." She pouted

“Nope.” Vette shook her head, “Doctors orders, little lady.” She picked her up and rewrapped her in the blanket, “You can still come with me, but you’re going to be on the bench, little one.”

"Fierfek...." She muttered through the blanket burrito.

Vette didn’t seem to notice the swear as she was talking with Scrubs about potential medication and treatment options. Before they left though, Scrubs handed the girl a small piece of chocolate and smiled at her, “Here, kid. For being a brave little soldier.” He winked before returning to his work.

Taking the chocolate, she blushed again and nodded as she cuddled into the blanket.

Vette chuckled as they walked away. Once they were alone in the hallway, Vette started to lightly bounce her, “Well well, you seemed to have fun.”

"He was nice." She shrugged still a little red as she fiddled with the chocolate in her hands.

“Mhmm.” Vette chuckled, “It’s okay, hun. It happens to all of us.”

"what happens?" She looked up at her mother, confusion written on her face.

“You, my dear… have a crush.” She nuzzled Kaviir’s cheek, “It’s cute.”

"A what?" She squeaked, concerned.

“Hmmm… how to describe it.” Vette thought, “Well, when you have a crush on someone… it’s more than liking them, but not quite fully loving them. You’re happy to be around them, but nervous when they talk to you.” Vette giggled.

Kaviir tilted her head at her mother's giggle,"Have you had a crush before?"

“Oh yes.” She smiled, “Back when I was your age, I couldn’t stop myself. Of course, the woman who raised me encouraged me to freely explore my own thoughts and feelings, as well as my environments. So mine faded after a week or so.” She chuckled, “It’s okay, at least he’s a nice boy.”

"Which one?" She asked tilting her head

“Scrubs.” She smiled, “Who else would it be?”

"No one." She shrugged,"Scrubs is kinda cute.....are they all going to look like that?"

“That is how cloning works.” Vette smiled, “Some might have different hair styles, I’m sure others will pick up scars, but overall, yeah, that’s what they’ll look like.” She nodded.

"Oh boy...." She mumbled sinking into the blanket

“Aww.” Vette smiled, “My poor baby.”

Kaviir just mumbled something and pulled the blanket around her. Vette smiled and walked to the training area. She set Kaviir down next to her and began running drills with the boys. After a while Kaviir plopped herself sideways and settled in for a nap.

When they paused to take a break between sets, Kad made his way up to Vette. "Commander, is Kaviir okay?" He asked softly, concern evident on his face.

Vette smiled and ruffled what little hair the boy had,"Yes Kad'ika, it's just a small cold from the rain. She'll be okay with a little rest."

"okay," he nodded and adjusted Kaviir's blanket,"We're all worried about her."

"I know hun," she smiled,"she worries about you too."

"I know, she's a good sister, I'm glad we adopted her." Kad smiled looking up at her,"You too commander."

Vette looked surprised,"When did this happen?" She chuckled

"Last night, she said we could be part of the clan." He explained,"If that's alright."

This brought a bright smile to Vette's face,"Of course you can Kad'ika, of course you can." She pulled him into a gentle hug. The gesture was surprising, but he returned it with a smile.

A few hours later the boys wrapped up for the day, Vette walked up to Kaviir and picked her up without rousing her from her sleep. She was snoozing away, her fever had gone down but wasn't entirely gone. Vette frowned slightly, quietly worried about the fever. Walking with her back to their quarters where she set Kaviir down on the bed and went to the kitchen to prepare some food for dinner. The woman smiled and began to hum a little tune to herself as she cooked.

Meanwhile, in Kaviir’s mind. She was back in their yard on Mandalore, chasing what looked like a large rabbit with claws and horns through a bush. Giggling as she ducked under the bush to follow it. The creature ran through a dark patch of burrs before emerging into a clearing. There was a woman in a brown cloak that held her arm out as the rabbit hopped up to her shoulder. She looked at Kaviir with a smile, “Hello there.”

Kaviir paused and looked up at her hesitantly.

She lowered her hood, and for a moment, Kaviir almost thought she was looking at Vette with heavy makeup on, but her features weren't quite right. She knelt down to smile at Kaviir, “Don’t be afraid.”

Raising an eyebrow she stepped closer and tilted her head,"Who are you?"

“Well, I’ve got a lot of names across the galaxy.” She smiled as her eyes flashed from deep brown to a vibrant gold for a moment, “You, however, can call me Nox.”

Kaviir looked curiously at her eyes,"....do you know my mom?"

“Yes. I know your mother… she’s raised you well, little one.” Nox sat cross legged on the grass and pat the ground in front of her, “So… how are you liking Kamino so far?“

She sat across from her and shrugged,"I love the boys. I hate the stupid giraffes."

The honest response made Nox openly laugh, “Yes… they are rather irritating aren’t they?” Nox leaned back and braced herself, “They’re brilliant cloners, but their personalities are rather awful though, aren’t they.”

"They kill kids." She huffed, crossing her arms.

“They kill anything that doesn’t line up with them.” Nox shook her head, “Are you feeling any better? You came down with a nasty cold.”

"How did you know that?" She asked with narrowed eyes

“You tell me.” Nox shrugged, “This is YOUR head.”

"But I didn't dream you." Kaviir shook her head

“Are you sure?” She smiled, “Cause I have no memory of being here before.”

"And don't know you." She shook her head again,"Did you know that human minds can't create faces. I don't know your face. So I didn't dream you."

“Is that so?” She chuckled again, “Aren’t you clever… well, how do you think I got here? Maybe I’m someone you met a long time ago and don’t remember.”

"Maybe. But I don't think so." She narrowed her eyes,"You look spooky."

Nox let out another laugh, “You’re not the first person to tell me that. Is it the eyes, the makeup or the personality?”

"Yes."

“That’s fair.” She chuckled, “Would you prefer me to leave?”

"Are you going to scare me?" She asked calmly, it was a matter of fact question, not a fearful one.

“No. Of course not.” Nox smiled, the genuineness of this little girl was something she found herself enjoying, “That would be mean.”

"Then you can stay." She nodded sagely.

“That’s very kind of you.” Nox smiled, “So… what’s on your mind?”

"A lot." She shrugged,"The boys mostly."

“The clones? What particularly?” She tilted her head to the side.

She explained everything about Vau and five-five-seven, the other boys and her fears. It was all quite a bit of big emotions for a small girl.

The woman’s eyes softened as she listened to Kaviir, “Oh, my poor girl. You’ve been through so much.”

"I don't care about me." She huffed,"I want to help them. There has to be something I can do besides send them to die." She wasn't pouting, more like a frustrated determination.

“Alright.” Nox grinned, “What’s the biggest thing right now that you’re worried is going to get them killed. Not WHO’S going to kill them, but what action is going to happen that will result in them being terminated?”

She thought for a moment,".... it's me.... I'm a distraction. What if my trying to help will set them back. What if I end up putting them behind because they're focused on me."

“It could… or you could turn the situation around and present them with an opportunity.” Nox smiled. “Soldiers often need a focus whenever they’re training, and a friend worth fighting for and surviving for is better than most. They clearly value you, and wouldn’t want to see you sad or hurt.”

"Think so?" She asked surprised

“Why wouldn’t they? You’ve been nothing but kind to them.” Nox chuckled, “They even tried to adopt you, remember?”

"Yeah." She smiled softly, the boy's faces coming to mind. She loved them very much.

“Attachment…” she smiled, “can be a powerful thing. It drives us to be more than what we are, allows us to see our weaknesses and where we struggle, and pushes us further despite them.”

"Jedi would disagree." She shrugged,"But they're stupid, so I guess you're right."

“Well, they’re forbidden from it since their minds have the ability to destroy worlds. So they have to walk on eggshells a bit more than you do.” Nox chuckled, “but between you and me, I think they’re stupid too.” She whispered and gave Kaviir a playful wink.

She grinned and giggled,"Nox, one more question."

“Of course.” She smiled.

"Is it bad to have a crush on one of the boys?" She asked, looking a little embarrassed as she fiddled with her hands in her lap.

Nox smiled and reached out to poke her nose, making the girl wiggle it,“What did I say about attachments?” She laughed, “No. it’s alright. Having a crush is just part of growing up.” She thought for a moment, “Have you ever tried something new, and found out that you really like it?”

"Lots of times." She nodded looking back up at her.

“Well, sometimes crushes are like that, just with people. You can’t explain why you like it so much, you just think it’s fun. Maybe someday, you’ll move on to something else, or someone else… all that matters is that it made a positive impact on your life.”

"Huh....fair enough." She nodded, then asked,"Do you have anyone?"

Nox smiled softly as she looked up to the stars above them, “Indeed, I do. Two someone’s actually. I’m away from them right now, but when I’ve completed everything that I’ve set out to do, I plan on returning to them.” She looked at Kaviir and smiled, “and living happily ever after.”

"That's good, I bet they miss you." She nodded

“I hope so.” Nox replied before standing to her feet, “Thank you for talking to me, Kaviir. It was so nice to finally be able to meet you.” She stood to her feet and dusted herself off, “but I think it’s time for you to wake up.”

"Okay." She nodded,"Do you want me to tell mamma you were here?"

“If you’d like to you can, but I don’t think it will really do anything.” She shrugged.

"Why?"

“I don’t think she remembers me.” Nox shrugged, “As far as I know, she forgot that I even existed.”

"That's sad." Kaviir frowned,"I'll remind her. No one should be forgotten."

“You surprise me more and more.” Nox chuckled, “Now then…” she walked over to Kaviir and poked her forehead, “Wake up.” That last whisper echoed in her brain like a voice through a canyon. Kaviir's eyes opened as she saw Vette preparing something.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, feeling much better. Vette looked over and smiled. She set the plate she was working on to the side and went to check on her, “Hey you, get a good nap?”

"Mhm..." She yawned and rubbed her eyes,"Nox says hi. She's weird but I like her."

“Who?” Vette tilted her head utterly baffled by this new statement.

"Nox." She mumbled sleepily as she wiggled out of the blankets

“Sweetie, I don’t know anyone by that name.” She shook her head and smiled, “Did you have a weird dream?”

"It was weird, yeah." She nodded,"I feel better though."

“That’s good. Well, get yourself situated and get ready for dinner, okay?”

"Kay," she nodded and went to get cleaned up. Kaviir spent a while in the freshers looking at herself in the mirror. The events of the past few months rolled in her head. She didn't know what to do about most of it, but she was determined to take Nox's advice. Patting her cheeks a few times she huffed and looked into the mirror, determination burning in her eyes.

Vette had prepared a hot stew to help with the last bit of Kaviir’s fever. “Ad’ika? Dinner!”

She came back in and settled at the table"Thank you!"

“You’re welcome sweetheart.” Vette bent down to kiss the top of her head, “Now eat up. This and your medicine should break that fever of yours.”

"Yay." She smiled digging in,"Does that mean I can help tomorrow?"

“No. I’m putting you on three days of recovery. Your favor may break, but that doesn’t mean it can’t come back.” Vette sat down next to her.

She pouted and huffed,"Dang it."

“I know, my little Nexu wants to get back into the fight ASAP, but I need you at one hundred percent before you can get back in the fight, okay?”

"I just wanna help." She pouted

“You help plenty.” Vette smiled, “I heard how you adopted them all last night, looks like our family is getting bigger.”

"They adopted us." She corrected

“Is that right?” Vette smiled, “Regardless of who adopted who, I’m still in charge though, which means we’ll have to have another celebration soon. Maybe after they pass the first round?”

"First round?" She asked looking concerned

“Don’t worry, it’s incredibly trivial for them. Can they follow basic commands? Can they load and unload a blaster? The basics.” She smiled.

"Promise?"

“Cross my heart.” She smiled, “I also may have rigged Vau’s exams a bit for the sake of that other boy, nothing that would hurt him down the line, but he’ll be passing that test as well. Which means the Kaminoans will get off of their backs, which means Vau should take it a bit easier on them.” She winked.

She nodded both relieved and entirely terrified,"He's not going to like that."

“Who won’t like it?” Vette raised an eyebrow.

"Five five seven." The number felt awkward to say, she'd never used a clones number before,"He won't like it if he finds out."

“He won’t find out.” Vette laughed, “Look at who you’re talking to.”

"Fair." She nodded

“Now then. What shall we do for the rest of the night?” Vette smiled.

"Can we do something with the boys?" She asked

“The boys are already in bed, sweetheart.” She smiled.

"Awe." She pouted

“Sorry baby. They had a long day today. And they wouldn’t stop worrying about you.”

"They're not supposed to worry about me. I'm supposed to worry about them."

“You’re part of a family.” Vette grabbed their plates, “You worry about each other.”

"Yeah, but I'm not the one in danger." She pouted

“Think so?” Vette asked, “Rule number one, kav’ika: ALWAYS assume someone is out to get you.”

"Ah, so I should prank Vau is what you're saying. Because he's obviously out to get me." She shrugged

“What? No.” Vette sighed, “How did you even make that connection?”

"Rule number one." She shrugged,"Vau is the one who I have most recently pissed off."

“Knowing the rules themselves and how to apply them are two VERY DIFFERENT things, little one.” She chuckled, “but I like your spirit.”

"I'm definitely not looking for an excuse to cause problems." She shrugged

“How about for now, until you’re all a bit older, you put those creative pranks to use on the boys? Definitely would help them stay on their toes, then you get to dye their armor whatever color you want.”

"Fine, but next year Vau is my target." She nodded

“We’ll see about that.” Vette was not happy with this conversation. Kaviir was tough in her own right, but Vau was a different beast entirely.

"I'm dyeing everything he owns pink." She said, crossing her arms. Pouting with all the frustration an eight year old could muster.

Vette shook her head and smiled as she began to clean up. Kaviir took some time to look over some notes in her data pad, smiling as she found some new captures of the cuddle puddle from the night before. Once Vette was finished, she walked over to her daughter and wrapped her into a hug.

She hugged her back,"You okay?"

“Of course. Just giving you a hug.” She picked her up and smiled, “I love you, Kav’ika.”

"I love you too mamma." She smiled

Vette let out a yawn and poked her nose, “Well, sweetheart, what would you like to do?”

"You need sleep." Kaviir shook her head.

“You’re probably right.” She nodded.

"Bed time and snuggles." She nodded and helped her mom to bed.

Vette smiled and pulled the blanket over the both of them as she smiled at her daughter. For all her mischief, she was a good caring kid. Vette was out in a matter of minutes, cuddled up with Kaviir as they drifted off.

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It had been two years since Vette and Kaviir arrived on Kamino that stormy night. The two of them had trained their clone commandos up from good to great. They looked like they were only ten years old, but each of them had become a relatively lethal soldier in their own respects. Jurir was sitting in Vette and Kaviir’s living quarters, patiently waiting while Vette began to prepare for some special training with the clones.

The squad leader looked at Kaviir, “What do you think she’s got planned this time?”

"Not a clue." Kaviir shook her head looking up at him from where she was sitting, upside-down in a lounge chair. Her legs kicked over the back as she fiddled with a puzzle sphere. A gift Scrubs had somehow managed for her ninth birthday, though she had a feeling her mother had a hand in that.

“I’m kind of nervous if I’m being totally honest.” Jurir sighed, “I’m thankful for the rest of my brothers being supportive, but still.”

She flipped herself off of the chair and righted herself before she unceremoniously tackled him into a hug,"Affection attack!"

“Hey!” He laughed as they tumbled back into the couch, “What’s that for?”

"Because you needed a hug." She shrugged dragging him back into a pile of pillows.

Jurir flipped her over and sat on top of her back, facing towards her feet, “Counter affection attack.” He smiled and began to tickle her.

"Nooo!" She giggled and wiggled under him until she could flip over and toss him off her. She rolled over and sat on his stomach. He was still younger, but already starting to pass her in height and build.

“Alright, you two.” Vette smiled, coming back into the room,“Udesii, let’s talk about your new training.”

Kaviir hopped off and helped him up. They nudged each other a few times before Vette spoke up again.

“So…” she started, “I think it’s time we turn up the heat in your training… so starting tomorrow, you all are going to face the wall.”

“What’s that?” Jurir seemed just as confused as Kaviir looked. Neither of them had heard of that exercise yet.

“It’s a combat simulation exercise reserved for squad activity. Normally, the infantry aren’t supposed to engage it until phase seven of training, but since you’re commandos, I think you all will do well enough.”

"Am I allowed to help on this?" Kaviir asked, raising her hand.

“I’d rather they run it on their own first, but you can join in once they get the basics down.” Vette ruffled the girl's hair.

She nodded, looking a little disappointed, but feeling better that she wasn't entirely excluded.

Jurir slugged Kaviir in the shoulder, “Hey! Don’t worry! Once I’ve got it all mapped out, you and I can work on plans to take it down.” He smiled towards her, “Easy peezy.”

She nodded and bumped him back with a smile,"Sounds like a plan."

Vette smiled, “Well, then, let’s go.” She grabbed her helmet and waited for the other two to get their effects in order.

Once they had arrived at the training center, Jurir went over to the squad and explained the situation. Vette took the time to kneel down next to Kaviir, “Alright, Kav’ika. Here’s what I’m going to do, so listen up, okay?”

She nodded, listening intently.

“I know this is war, and war is dangerous, but I’m not always going to be able to protect you from situations involving your brothers. So…” she sighed, “If you promise to commit one hundred and ten percent, you can go through the full training courses with them, okay?”

"When have I ever not given them my all?" She asked genuinely

“Kaviir.” Vette sounded almost nervous about this, “You’ve always given your best, but with this kind of training, I need you to IMPROVE your best. If anything happened to you… out there…”

Kaviir put her hands on Vette's shoulders and looked her in the eyes,"Mom, I can handle this. They're built for this, I get it. I'm just a kid still, I understand that. But I can handle it. I'm not going to give up at the first blaster burn or broken bone." She gave the woman a determined look,"I want to protect them. And I know I'll fail... we'll lose some of them. It's going to be a bad war. But, I can't just not try. If I'm going to help, they have to be able to work with and without me there. Because I refuse to be a kid they have to protect. Or the distraction that gets them killed. I can do this."

Vette smiled at her daughter and pulled her into a hug, “My little girl. You’re growing up so fast.” She squeezed Kaviir and wanted so hard to just hold on to her forever, but she knew she couldn’t.

Life wouldn’t allow for it, this war, this galaxy, none of it was safe anymore. The only thing Vette could do to guarantee their future would be to prepare them for anything.

Kaviir held her tightly,"We can do this mom. And when training is over, we'll find a way out of all of this okay. So we can all be safe together."

“I think I’m supposed to be the one to tell you that, ad’ika.” She laughed and pulled herself away, “Now come on, let’s get to training.”

"Yes ma'am." She nodded with a playful salute.

Vette gathered the rest of the squad around and removed her helmet, “Alright, team, listen up. Your training today is going to be capture the flag.” The boys all smiled to each other as they heard the mention of one of their favorite games.

“Your flag is on top of what we instructors have not so poetically named… the wall.” She pointed to a massive structure in the other end of the room, a fortress several meters high, covered with gun emplacements that occupied the majority of the room. “You’ll be fighting your way through droids and avoiding blaster fire to reach it.”

The boy's eyes went wide as they saw the obstacles ahead of them. The stainless steel cliff before them made them feel so small I’m the face of overwhelming odds.

Vette smiled as she watched the realization hit their faces. “Now, obviously, we’re going to be using stun rounds, but since the enemy doesn’t use them, once you’re hit, you’re down and will have to wait for the next round to begin, understood?”

“Yes, commander!” They all saluted and grabbed their weapons while Kaviir settled herself to watch their training.

The first few rounds went about as well as expected. The boys were doing fine in communication with each other, but this was obviously new territory for them. They had never been forced to engage with larger forces like what infantry were used to. The amount of heavy fire over their heads caused them to hesitate, it made them sloppy. After several hours of trying and retrying, they made it to the edge of the tower. Jurir analyzed the firing patterns of the turrets, and soon set up a basic counter attack.

“Torch, Tech! Support fire! Kad, with me!” The three nodded as the plan was set into motion. Torch was first, laying down heavy fire while Tech took his time to hit the more secluded targets. The fire from the turrets was soon cut heavily into bursts, they were now suppressed. With their covering now secured, Jurir and Kad began scaling the walls and eliminating the droids inside the towers. The boys were patient and careful, and it was starting to pay off for them. Like a Nexu systematically hunting its prey, the wall was cleared of all hostiles until only the squad was left.

Vette smiled with a little bit of pride as she watched them secure victory and celebrate with each other; smiling to herself before calling them all back to her, “Alright, not bad. Not bad. Jurir, Tech, do you feel like you all have the patterns down pretty well?”

“Yes, commander!” They both agreed.

“Well then, let’s mix it up a bit. Kaviir, get set, you’re deploying with them in this next run.”

Kaviir hopped up and joined them,"Ready to go." Torch ruffled her hair and gave her a thumbs up before reloading his weapon.

Vette smiled and gave her daughter a small wink before resetting everything.

Once the alarm bell sounded, the boys charged in and took up an offensive formation, Kad and Torch were now covering flanks as Jurir and Tech ran up the middle. Kaviir took a breath and followed them in, she decided to stick back with Torch and Kad on support for her first go. Several droids popped up and began to fire at them, blasters firing volley after volley across the training room floor. The boys began to spread out further in an attempt to flank them. Kaviir followed their lead and found a place where she could easily eliminate single targets. Jurir motioned for her, “Kaviir! Start taking out the droids closest to us! Tech and I will clear a path up the middle.”

She nodded and began to focus on the closest group. She struggled with the first few shots until she was able to properly align her sights and get comfortable with the weapon. Once she had it set, the first squad went down with little effort as they moved up towards the next two.

Vette smiled while watching them all, “Okay… not bad, but let’s change things up a bit.” She told herself while adjusting the difficulty of the droid tactics.

Watching a Droid go down Kaviir grinned and aimed for another one. The droids firepower became more intense, forcing the squad to shift back some and lose the momentum they had just gained.

“Focus!” Vette called out, “Droids have one advantage and it’s numbers. Don’t focus on clearing them all out, cause you won’t. Only concentrate on clearing a path towards your objective.”

Kaviir slipped behind cover and looked at the droids ahead of them. After a moment she noticed a small gap between them, with just a couple close by. Quickly getting Jurir’s attention she motioned to the gap. Jurir nodded and called out the plan to the rest of the squad. “Spearhead! Kad and Torch work the sides. Kaviir and Tech, form up on me.” They all agreed and waited for Jurir to give the order.

“Now!” He cried out as they all charged forward. The blaster fire from overhead was disorienting to the group. Torch slipped twice, and was almost hit, causing a brief panic in Kad, who lost focus on his side to help Torch up.

Vette called out, “Kad, it’s important to keep an eye on your brothers, but never compromise the integrity of your squad.”

Kad scolded himself mentally, but quickly tightened formation as they came upon the last run before the wall itself. The droids on the field had been dealt with now, the only thing left was the gun line. This time, however, the turrets were now focusing their fire on the squads position. Jurir cursed under breath and looked around, “Okay. We’re going for a trap maneuver now. Tech and I will flank out and draw the fire of the guns. You three focus on single targets to suppress and eliminate. We’ll rinse and repeat, got it?”

Kaviir and the boys all nodded and gave a solid, “Yes, sir!” in unison.

Jurir ran left and Tech dashed off to the right, successfully pulling the turrets off of the center group's position. Kad and Kaviir began to hit the gun positions with heavy fire, while Torch used his EMP grenades to neutralize the first nest. Then the second and the third. Jurir and Tech met back in the middle with the group, breathing heavily and checking their weapons, “Fierfek, this is a lot harder.”

Tech nodded, “Ready to move again?”

“Want someone else to trade out?” Torch asked.

“No. Last round, let’s hit hard and fast so we don’t lose momentum again.” Jurir caught his breath and rolled his arm back, “Ready, Tech?”

Tech nodded, “Always, sir.”

“Right then, let’s move!” He ran out again and drew the fire from the remaining nests. Tech followed suit and split their focus again. Torch wasted little time and hit each nest with another round of grenade tosses.

They quickly climbed to the top and grabbed the flag. The boys began to cheer as Kad held the flag. They all pulled Kaviir into a hug and smiled.

She grinned, hugging them tightly.

Vette cleared her throat to get their attention, “Alright, not bad. Not bad at all, but… now comes part two.” A small grin crept across her lips.

“Part two, commander?” Jurir tilted his head, “There wasn’t a part two last time.”

“I told you we would be mixing it up.” She explained, “Any squad with half a brain can shoot droids and take objectives, but only the toughest are able to hold it.” She pressed something on her wrist gauntlet as the droids picked themselves back up and turned towards the wall, blasters drawn. “Normal response times for dropship pilots from low orbit to landing zones is around seven minutes. Begin…”

The droids all began to fire up at their positions. Kaviir pulled the boys down out of the line of fire. She turned to Jurrir,"Alright, what's our plan?"

“I mean… hold the line?” He shrugged, “We’ve never had to play on the defensive side…” he poked his head over, the droids kept pouring out.

“Okay… let’s draw a line on the ground and hold them past that line.” He sat up and began to blast them.

She nodded and took up a position to help keep the droids down. They held the line well enough, but for every droid they dropped, three more took its place. Soon, Torch was hit and dropped, knocked out next to Kaviir, unconscious. She checked him quickly to make sure he wasn't critical or anything, then returned to shooting,"Torch is out!" She called over to Jurrir.

“Damn.” Jurir cursed. “Focus fire on the nearest cluster! Tech, use poppers to disrupt their network and stagnate their approach!”

She nodded and focused her fire. They did their best, but it wasn’t enough. Soon, Tech and Kad were both knocked out as well. Kaviir frowned, doing her best to help cover Jurrir,"How much time do we have, do you know?"

“Three more minutes!” He called out before getting shot in the shoulder and dropping, “Dammit!” He grabbed his arm in pain.

She went to his side,"I think we may have lost this one." Once she was sure he wasn't going to have lasting damage she went back to taking shots at droids.

Jurir sighed and continued to hold out for as long as they could. It wouldn’t be enough however, Jurir took another shot, this one to the chest, and went down. Leaving Kaviir alone. She did her best, the ground was littered with droid scrap, but two hits to the chest and one graze to the head knocked her out.

Vette shook her head as she watched them, “That was close, but not quite enough.”

Kaviir winced and looked at her side where a bolt had caught her,"Ow."

Vette walked up there and gave her a once over, “Are you alright?” She smiled.

"Little singed but I'll live." She shrugged. She turned and helped the boys up. Once everyone was back to their feet Kaviir turned to her mom,"We trying again?"

“No. Any more might cause permanent injuries.” She shook her head.

She nodded,"So what now?"

“Clean up, and call it for today.” Vette sighed, “I’ll review the rest of the training logs and reorganize our program for tomorrow.” Vette left the boys and Kaviir to recover while she left the training area.

Jurir sat on a bench and rubbed his head, “Ugh… that hurt.”

Kaviir sat beside him and checked where he got hit,"Yeah. You okay?"

“A little sore from those blaster shots, but yeah… I’m alright.”

"Yeah, not fun." She shook her head,"Need to go to the med bay?"

“Couldn’t hurt.” He nodded.

"Come on Ner'vod." She helped him up, then turned to the others,"Kad, Tech, Torch, any of your injuries need medical?"

“Yeah, might as well all go to get it checked out.” Kad nodded.

Once they had arrived, a familiar face greeted Kaviir with a bright smile and a cheerful tone, “Hey, how are you doing, Kaviir?”

"Not great." She said helping the boys to a seat,"We got hit pretty bad during training."

“Looks like it.” He opened up a side door with four different tables on it, “Come on, troopers, I’ll get you all patched up.”

She helped all of them in and each one to a table. Then she moved aside to lean against the wall and let him work.

Scrubs looked to Kaviir and smiled, “How’s your fever?”

"Been gone for a while, almost a year." She shrugged, her cheeks dusting a light pink,"Did get caught with a training round though."

“Has it been that long already?” He laughed, “Time flies, I suppose.” He finished up with the boys after a few moments and went over to her, “Everything else going okay.” He gave her a genuine smile.

"Uhuh." She nodded, the pink in her cheeks darkening a little at his smile. She fidgeted awkwardly with her hands and her arm bumped her side. She winced and looked at it,"Ow..."

Scrubs frowned slightly and looked at her side, chest, and head, “Hey, this one looks kind of serious." He gestured to her side,"What were you all doing for training?”

"Well, mom had us climb the wall. But then we tried to hold position and we kinda messed up." She shrugged, looking a little flustered.

“The wall, eh?” He nodded, “That’s an awfully tough simulation. The fact that you all made it to the top is impressive.”

"They did really well." She nodded

“They?” He smiled, “From this wound, I’d say this was a team effort. Rule number five, win or lose, you do it as a team.” He poked her playfully in the stomach.

She wiggled slightly,"If you say so."

“What do you say, boys? Did Kaviir help you all?”

They all sat up immediately and began nodding and proclaiming how much help she had been during that final operation. They all spoke over each other, telling different factors of what made her helpful, but it was obvious that each of the clones cared greatly for her and thought her assistance in all things to be invaluable. She smiled softly, listening to all of them. Scrubs eventually got them all to settle back down before rotating his stool back to Kaviir, “Looks like to me you were part of that team.” He smiled at her again.

"Guess so." She smiled.

Scrubs rolled up Kaviir's shirt and rubbed a light paste on her side and chest. Then a little on the graze across her forehead,“Keep that open to breathe, and it should be good in a few hours. No major nerve damage though. So you’re all set. Same for the boys over there.”

She nodded, her cheeks warming slightly as he touched her. "will do." She was clearly awkward and sort of fumbling.

“You feeling okay, Kaviir?” He raised his eyebrow, “You’re tripping over yourself here.” He raised his hand to her forehead, “And your a little bit warmer, and a little red in the face… you sure you’re not feeling any other symptoms?”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper red,"Nope t-totally fine."

“Okay, I’m going to give you a little bit of an antihistamine to help keep you regulated. Take it after dinner, and you should be okay.” He smiled.

"Sure." She nodded, looking a little embarrassed.

Scrubs got the boys back on their feet. “Okay! You boys had better get back to your bunk, I’ll take Kaviir back to the commander's quarters.”

“We can do it?” Jurir raised his hand in light protest, but winced from the pain in his chest.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Scrubs laughed, “You all need to get back to your bunks and rest so that topical can do it’s job.”

Jurir nodded before looking to Kaviir, “You going to be okay?”

"Yeah." She nodded quickly,"No I'm okay. You guys go rest up."

The boys nodded and gave her some waves as they headed back to their bunks.

Scrubs smiled at Kaviir as they left, “Ready to go?”

She nodded and followed him out.

Scrubs looked down at her still smiling, “So… Now that your friends aren’t here, tell me, are you REALLY doing okay?” His voice sounded empathetic and sincere.

"Yeah I am." She nodded, her cheeks were still a little pink. She really hated that she was always blushing around him, but she couldn't help it. Scrubs gave her butterflies, frustratingly fluttery ones.

Scrubs sighed, “Are you sure? Cause your mom tells me that you’ve been a little bit off these past few months.”

"Just uh....girl stuff...." She mumbled awkwardly running her arm.

“Oh.” Scrubs nodded, “Well, you know if you keep getting hurt like this, we may just have to keep you in the infirmary. Can’t even let you out of my sight.” He laughed.

"Yeah...." She mumbled as her face flushed again,"Would be a shame if you had to deal with me all the time."

“Aw, don’t talk like that.” He laughed and hoisted her up suddenly as he set her on his shoulders, “I think you’re swell! I don’t mind making sure you’re in tip top shape.”

"Woah!" She squeaked as he picked her up. She blushed a deep red as she looked down at him,"Uh yeah, I like you too Scrubs." Then she immediately felt embarrassed by what she said, even if he didn't get what it meant to her.

“We’ll thanks!” He didn’t really seem to notice her blushing. Once they had arrived, he knocked on their door and smiled when Vette opened it. “Special delivery for commander Ruusan. One little troublemaker, custom built.” He popped Kaviir off of his shoulders and back into his arms, for a medical personnel he was surprisingly strong.

Vette laughed and smiled as she watched the display, “Thank you, Scrubs. I’ve been waiting on one of these.” She took Kaviir from him and held her against her hip, “I hope she wasn’t a problem.”

“This one? No way.” He smiled before poking Kaviir in the stomach. “I did give her a topical ointment to help with any residual pain from the blaster fire. There’s no nerve damage, thankfully, but I think her fever keeps coming back, so I got some extra medicine for her too.”

“Fever?” Vette raised an eyebrow.

“A mild one, but yeah, reddening of the face and shoulders. Warmer body temperature. Dizziness. Figured it was the rain or the stress.”

“Something like that.” Vette gave her daughter a sly smile.

Kaviir was entirely red in the face as she did her best to look casual. But being tossed around by Scrubs certainly wasn't helping.

“Well, I don’t want to keep you. Thanks for all of your hard work.” She smiled.

Scrubs nodded and saluted her, “Anytime, commander.” He closed the door behind him and walked away.

Vette held her daughter out and smiled, “Fever, eh?”

"I don't think he knows what crushes or blushing is." She mumbled looking embarrassed

“Why would he?” Vette smiled, “He’s spent his entire life working in that hospital under the guidance of a species that scientifically calculates mating.” She ruffled the girls hair, “You’re cute though.”

"I don't like this." She pouted,"he makes me all stupid."

“What are you going to do in four years time when they ALL look like that?” Vette laughed.

Kaviir just groaned, flopping back dramatically,"Die....I don't think I can handle that."

“Alright, drama Queen.” Vette ruffled her daughters hair, “I’m sure you’ll find some way to deal with it.”

"I'm going to get hit by so many bolts because of my stupid brain." She mumbled sitting up.

“What?” Vette laughed.

"Mom, if they all look like that, and my brain is dumb and distracted, I'm going to get shot in training so many times." She huffed, crossing her arms.

“On purpose?” She teased Kaviir.

"What no?" She asked genuinely confused,"Why would I do that. I meant because they're a distraction."

“Oh, your mom used to be a little troublemaker like you when I was your age.” Vette laughed, “Used to fake injuries so I could go to the medical tent, and then sneak underneath to see the armorers apprentice.”

"That worked?" Kaviir asked baffled.

“For about a month or so.” She smiled, “Kal’buir eventually figured it out and started pre checking me before I claimed an injury.”

"That sounds about right." She shook her head,"Mom, I'm not really interested in boys yet. Kinda focused on figuring out how to work with the squad right now."

“I know, sweetie. I just like to mess with you, is all.” She giggled

"I know." She sighed,"I just want to be helpful. I feel like they could have done better today if I hadn't been in the mix. I don't know where I fit in yet."

“No. You did well, and it was YOU that held out til the end.” Vette smiled, “You inspire them to be more.”

"That was just luck." She shook her head,"I just want to do better." Knowing she was the last one standing didn't help, in fact it made her feel worse. Like they had all dropped defending her. That wasn't the case, but it didn't change the small throb of guilt in her mind.

“You will. That’s what the training is for.” Vette ruffled her daughters hair.

She nodded and looked at her arm,"Think this'll scar?"

“No. It’s a stun round.” Vette shook her head.

"Lame." She mumbled looking a little disappointed.

“Do you want a scar?” Vette sounded a bit concerned.

"No...... maybe..." She shrugged looking down.

“Why?” Vette shook her head.

"Because, I've never gotten hurt...." She shrugged,"Maybe I'd be able to understand them more if I did..."

“Well, keep trying. I’m sure you’ll get one soon enough. Just don’t get reckless to the point that you’re getting yourself into trouble, okay?”

"Yes ma'am." She nodded.

“Good. Now get some rest, little one.” Vette kissed the top of her daughter's head.

She hugged her and went to clean up and head to bed.

Kaviir settled in, but the storm raging outside grew worse. As much as she tried to stay asleep it kept jolting her awake. She tossed and turned for a while before she gave up. Sitting up and running a hand through her hair she looked over to her mothers bed. Vette was fast asleep. There was however, a motion out of the window. Furrowing her brow and looked out the window

Five-five-seven was waving to her.

She raised an eyebrow and gave him a wait signal before she crawled quietly out of bed and motioned him to come back into the facility. He nodded and went around, as he did she grabbed her cardigan and slipped out of the room. Before stepping into the hallway she peeked around for the cadet.

Five-five-seven waved to her and walked up to meet her, “Hey…”

"Hey." She nodded, pulling on her cardigan,"You're up late again." Kaviir stepped out into the hallway with him and closed the door behind her.

“Yeah… but it’s not for exercise, not this time.” he shrugged trying his best at a small smile.

"So what's it for?" She asked, shoving her hands in her pockets. Rocking back on her heels nervously.

“Umm… my Commander was actually going to have my squad and I run The Wall.” he shrugged, rubbing the back of his head, after their last encounter she made him nervous.

"Sounds about right." She nodded,"You doing that now or in the morning?"

“Two days time.” He shrugged, looking up at her hopefully,“Could use some tips and tricks.”

She raised an eyebrow,"What happened to not wanting to talk to me?"

“Look, I had other things to worry about okay?” He sighed, “I’m still not entirely sure I can trust you, but I need to know how you all ran it.”

"Okay ow. But fine, though honestly Jurrir was the one calling the shots, I just provided support." She shook her head.

“Well I don’t exactly get to talk to him, plus…" he hesitated,"just tell me what you all did.”

"Plus?" She crossed her arms and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Forget it, are you going to help me or not?” He asked shaking his head.

"I don't know how Vau will run it. But the way mom had the droids placed we found a path through and focused on cutting a path rather than crowd control." She rolled her eyes,"Once we reached the top she gave us seven minutes to hold the position." She pulled down her cardigan and showed him the bolt mark,"And we failed with two minutes to go." Pulling it back over her shoulder she shrugged,"Knowing Vau prepare for twice as much. Double the droids double the time." She shook her head again,"But you know that. So why are you really out here?"

“That’s… pretty much what I needed. Thanks.” He nodded, shifting awkwardly.

"No problem." She nodded,"Buy the way, you ever get a name?"

“Uh… yeah… it’s Cutter.” He smiled unconvincingly.

She nodded,"Good."

“Was that all?” He asked.

"You woke me up dude." She shrugged,"My input to this is reactionary."

“Yeah… but… Commander told me that information is traded for information.” he fidgeted nervously.

"And Vau is an idiotic jackass." She scoffed, and crossed her arms,"Take his advice with a grain of salt, Cutter."

“Look. You don’t know him like I know him, okay?” He shook his head, “Forget it. I knew trying to talk to you was a mistake. Thanks for the tip, I’ll be sure to pass it along.”

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She sighed,"Yeah I get it. I'll leave you alone now. If you need anything else, come ask."

Five-seven watched as she went back inside, a new feeling he hadn’t experienced before seemed to be poking at the back of his mind. He shook it off as soon as it arose though and went back to tell his squad.

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