#i��m speechless everytime

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Cállate

Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Summary: Miguel thinks you talk too much.

S m u t. P in v, dirty talk, Miguel being mean? Cream pie, cum eating. Jfc.

Minors DNI. I'm warning you 😤

It's not that he hated you.

Miguel O'Hara could never hate you. You just annoyed him to no end. Pushed his buttons. Teased him.

"Miguelitoooo," you'd sing in that stupid tone, "you need to relax. You brood too much. Such a broody man, hmm?"

Miguelito.

The goddamn nickname drove him up the wall, though at this point he wasn't too sure if it was irritation, or the lust that's been grabbing hold of his cock lately. What was it about you that had his head spinning with a feral need to sink his teeth into your flesh? To shove his cock so deep inside you you'd be rendered speechless for once?

Fuck, you were annoying. While he was a man of few words, you spoke as if on a fucking time limit, spewing nonsense every chance you could get. Everytime he looked at you it was a rush of emotion, and he didn't know whether to punch something or grab you by the shoulders and shut you the fuck up himself with his lips.

He decided on the latter.

You sauntered into his private headquarters in that tight little suit of yours, already running your mouth a mile a minute about...something. It might have been important, but Miguel wasn't listening, too busy watching the way your hips swayed.

"Miguelito, are you listening? Or are you too busy brooding as usual?" You were looking down at your watch, pressing on a few buttons distractedly, "Honestly, I don't know how you became the brains of this operation."

You stood in front of him, such a little thing compared to his massive size, your eyes still on your watch. "Have you been ignoring Lyla?"

"I put her on do not disturb."

You snorted, finally bringing your eyes to his intimidating ones, "Oh, so I guess I'm disturbing you too, huh?"

"Always." With a grunt, Miguel snatched you by the waist, losing his patience completely. You gasped, surprised by his actions, but you smiled knowingly, looking up at him with doe-like eyes. Finally.

"A first date would be nice, Miguelito-"

"Shut up." He growled, baring his glistening fangs. "Cállate, por Dios."

He wasted no time, immediately surging forward to capture your lips, silencing you efficiently. It was a hungry kiss, sloppy, more tongues than anything else. He pulled moan after moan from you, stripping you both down in a matter of seconds before nipping at the delicate skin of your neck and shoulders.

Miguel had you up against the wall, his brute strength holding you up with ease. You quickly wrapped your legs around his hips, eyes rolling as he slid his large cock over your slippery folds.

"M-miguel," his name fell from your mouth beautifully as you held on to his broad shoulders for dear life, "Miguel, p-please."

"When are you gonna learn to shut up, hm?" He groaned, his arousal igniting from the obscene sounds of your slick cunt coating the underside of his length, "when are you gonna learn to keep your mouth shut for five seconds?" You were cock drunk already, mouth hanging open and tears threatening to fall from your pretty eyes.

"I-"

"Cállate, hermosa, just shut up and take this cock," Miguel muttered over your lips, lining his cock up carefully before nudging your pussy open with the fat head of his dick. You choked, tears finally bursting from your eyes, dampening both your faces as he held you close. Your cunt clamped down on his cock with every inch he pushed in, causing you to cry out.

"Shh, I got you, just let me in," he cooed in the most gentle way he'd ever been with you, "I know you can take this cock, mhm, así, just like that, open that pretty pussy up for me."

You moaned whorishly, your head falling back against the wall with a thump as Miguel began a merciless pace, immediately reaching the place where you needed him the most.

"Ohhh fuck, Miguel," you cried, your juices coating his thighs with every stroke of his cock as he pounded and pounded and pounded into you, "you're so d-deep." More juices leaked from your cunt, giving Miguel easier access into your slick channel.

"Quiet hermosa," he heaved, holding you tight against his merciless hips while clamping a large hand over your mouth, "don't want the others to know how good I'm fucking you, ehh?" The only sounds heard in the room were your muffled cries, his grunts, and his balls slapping against your ass as his cock slipped in and out of you.

You wanted to say something, anything really, to shove him off his high horse, but you couldn't, too far up in cloud nine to do anything but drool all over his palm and let his thick cock kiss your cervix repeatedly, bruisingly, deliciously.

"Asi, hermosa," Miguel sticks out his tongue, lapping at the salty tears streaking your cheeks, "calladita se ve más bonita, hm?" He knew you were close, he felt it in the way your pussy tightened on his cock. He kept ramming his hips into you, grunting with every stroke.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, dropping his head on your shoulder, "I imagined this so many times, stuffing you with my cock, but fuck, who knew it'd be like this?"

"M-miguel, please," you whined, ripping his hand away from your mouth, "p-please."

He pierced his fangs into your neck, and that was when the dam broke. You gushed all over his cock, eyes rolling and mouth open as you silently came. Your pussy spasmed, fluttering over Miguel's cock as he lapped up the blood beading from the tiny wound he inflicted.

"That's it," he cooed, holding you tightly in his arms as you shuddered, "that's my girl." His strokes were sloppy now, too lost in your delicious wet heat to be as precise. After a few more thrusts, he buried his head in your neck again, releasing a growl from the very pits of his stomach, deep and aggressive, as he pumped his seed inside you.

Miguel held you for a moment, the both of you catching your breath. You were like a ragdoll over him, and he chuckled, nuzzling you with his nose. He released you, letting his cock slip out. His cum ran down your leg, white and hot as he gently set you on the ground. He hummed, taking two of his large fingers and scooping up some of the mess he made between your legs before smearing it over your lips.

"Open." He commanded, and you obediently did as told, opening your mouth and curling your tongue around his digits, savoring the taste of your combined juices with lidded eyes. You moaned at the tangy taste, your hands flying to skim down the length of his chiseled abdomen.

Miguel watched you, caging you in with one arm against the wall, mesmerized at how your mouth worked over his fingers.

You looked absolutely fucked out, skin flushed, hair a mess, but most of all, quiet.

[arlerts-angel]

when you can't sleep at night ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

NSFW! 18+ !! minors do not interact!!

cw: armin x fem reader, use of names (pretty girl, angel, babygirl) slight coercion?, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

a/n: GOOOD MORNING IT'S 11:30 AM SO HERE'S SOME SOME SMUT FOR YA 🩵

🔞 NSFW BELOW THE CUT 🔞

you've been laying in bed restlessly for what feels like hours listening to your sweet boyfriend's light snores. he always falls asleep first, and fast, too. you always wonder how in the world he falls asleep so easily. his blonde hair falls across his face as his head sinks into his pillow. he looks so content. you almost decide to leave him alone, but his voice echoes in your mind: "wake me up if you can't sleep, okay?"

"armin..." you whisper, softly shaking him.

"hmph?" he replies groggily, he's definitely still sleeping.

you think to yourself: "maybe i should just let him sleep..."

he starts shifting, slowly sitting up. sleep is very much still on his face, but he looks as dreamy as always.

"can't sleep?" he asks softly, rubbing his eyes.

"yeah... sorry for waking you. i feel bad." you whisper back.

"don't worry about it, i'm up now." he brushes a strand of hair out of your face. you smile softly at him.

"nothing better to wake up to than you, pretty girl."

you blush profusely. everytime he calls you that it makes you feel some type of way. many ways, in truth, but the sound of his sleepy voice just made your heart flutter. you laugh softly and start to feel your skin grow warm. he often leaves you speechless, which he finds adorable.

"you know..." he started.

oh, armin and his knowledge of many, random things. you have absolutely no idea what he's about to say next, until you feel his warm hand gently stroking your thigh.

"some research shows that having sex before bed may help you sleep better."

you scoff and roll your eyes playfully, thinking he's making that up for sure. he chuckles, obviously aware of your disbelief. he now has an objective in mind: to make you fall asleep.

"what?" he leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "don't believe me?" he gently takes your earlobe between his teeth, biting softly. the feeling sends a chill throughout your body. you let out a soft sigh and close your eyes as he plants soft kisses down your neck.

"there's no harm in trying, right?" he asks quietly as his fingertips softly stroke your inner thigh, eliciting a small moan from you. he smirks at the sound. he gently cups your face with his other hand and kisses your lips softly. you feel yourself getting wet as his fingertips travel closer to your core. there's no mistaking that he can get you going easily. he knows it, too. before you know it, he's hovering above you, your faces just inches apart, his fingertips tracing where your panties hug your hips.

he looks you in your eyes as he moves his fingers painfully slowly inside your underwear, rubbing your slit vertically, collecting your slick on his middle finger. he smirks once more, knowing (and loving) exactly how to make you putty in his hands. he removes his hand away from your slit, holding up his slender, wet finger. "look at that, my pretty girl is so wet already..." he pops the finger in his mouth, savoring the taste of you as he looks in your eyes.

"mmmh..." you moan softly, wiggling underneath him. "not yet, pretty..." he groans, palming his cock through his boxers. you watch him, getting increasingly impatient.

"please, 'min..." you whine. your hand makes it's way under his boxers, slowly stroking his shaft. he lets out a low grunt and thrusts. he loves the feeling of your soft hands around his dick. you sit up and slowly slide his boxers down his muscular thighs. the sound of his cock slapping his torso echoes through the otherwise quiet room. you lick your lips and look up at him as you take the tip of his dick between your soft lips.

"fuck, angel..." he groans as he looks at you teasing the his tip. you smirk and swirl your tongue around, never breaking eye contact. he groans again and grabs his dick, slapping it on your tongue. you slowly take his length between your lips, sucking on it like candy. he throws his head back and groans, thrusting his cock ever so slightly in your mouth.

"you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth..." he says softly, smirking down at you. this only encourages you to suck him off a little more, bobbing your head up and down all of his length and softly cupping his balls between your fingers. he inhales sharply at the sensation.

"my god, angel..." he whines, tossing his head back once more in pure pleasure. you hum against his cock, sending a chill throughout his body. this nearly sends him over the edge, enough to make him pull away from your mouth completely. he bends down to kiss you, starting at your lips and leaving a trail down your neck, chest, and torso, stopping just above your panties. he looks up and you and smirks.

"please, armin–" you sigh, desperate for him to touch you in any way. he kisses your vulva gently over your panties before sliding them down your legs. he kisses your inner thighs, slowly making his way back to your slit. you let out soft whimpers as he gets closer to your heat. he softly laps his tongue against your swollen clit. you gently grab his hair and moan.

"oh my fucking god–" you whisper, feeling his tongue glide up and down your pussy. he loves the way you react to his tongue and would stay between your legs for hours if you'd let him. he moans as he takes your clit gently between his teeth, sucking lightly on it.

he's so good at eating you out. he may even enjoy it more than you. he absolutely worships your pussy, mouthing away like he's starving. he pulls away for a moment, only long enough to tell you how good and sweet you taste. his tongue returns to your bud, licking at such a perfect pace you can't hardly stand it. you place a hand gently on the back of his head, pressing his face into your cunt a little harder, gripping his hair. he smirks and insers a slender finger into your dripping wet core, pumping in and out slowly.

"oh fuck, armin–" you moan, back arching and bucking your hips against his finger. it doesn't take long for him to add another finger, his tongue never shifting away from your clit. he fingers you faster and harder, hitting a rougher patch of your walls that sends you over the edge.

you let out a sinful moan. "gonna cum, gonna cum." but you don't. he stops everything and smirks. he rises and kisses your lips, making you taste yourself. "not yet, angel. want you to cum on my dick." he says in a low voice. you groan but you know it won't take too long for both of you to finish.

he slaps the tip of his cock against your clit, eliciting soft moans from you. he pushes it ever so slightly against your clit before guiding it down to your entrance. he slowly pushes into you, no need for lubricant because your cunt is soaked. he groans as he feels you stretch around him. "so fucking tight, angel. you take my dick so well." his thrusts start off slow and sensual. a couple of thrusts later his middle finger finds your clit and rubs little patterns on it. "so good, 'min." is all you can muster. his pace quickens and so does his breathing. he's too focused to say anything; too busy pounding balls deep in your pussy.

you were already so close to your orgasm that it certainly doesn't take much more to push you over the edge. you feel him hitting that sweet spot in your walls thst makes you writhe and contort underneath him. you can't even offer an announcement because you're cumming here and now and there's no stopping it. your pussy tightens around his cock as he slams into you, making a pornographic moan slip from his throat. "fuck yeah babygirl... cum all over my dick. just like that."

he slows his thrusts down so not to cum right away. "where do you want this cum, princess?" he asks through grunts and gritted teeth. he's so polite to ask, but there's only one answer right now. "inside me." you say breathily. a devilish grin spreads across his face and he starts thrusting is cock into you a little harder now that he knows where to cum.

"beg for it, angel. tell me how badly you want me to cum inside your pussy." yes sir! he's so fucking close and you know exactly what to say to get him there. "please 'min, my pussy is soaking and ready for your cum. i need my cunt to be filled with your cum." your begs and pleads earn a curse from under his breath. his eyes roll and his head leans backwards as his dick twitches, his cum spurting deep inside your pussy.

he eventually pulls out to lay beside you, softly stroking your hair. he's beaming at you, so very in love with you. "how you feeling, angel? think you can sleep now?" he asks sweetly. you smile and nod. "yeah, i think so." you cuddle him close, laying your head on his chest. he continues to run his fingers through your hair as he watches your eyes slowly blink shut. he places a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers: "sweet dreams, mon ange."

[divinelolita]

What's up bbg?Can you do a fanfic with 2000s kaulitz twins were bill and Tom are at a meet and greet and there celebrity crush scene forever shows up to the meet and greet to get one of there albums signed and both Tom and bill are are shocked and speechless that M/N is a fan.

KAULITZ TWINS X CELEB READER: MEET AND GREET

hii my beautiful amazing angelic gorgeous wife 😇 erm we are still married so i have the right to call you that ANYWAYS uh if it's bad no it's not

"Jesus fuck how much longer..."

Tom groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers as he finished signing another girls album, hands starting to cramp. Bill only giggled, cracking his knuckles as he looked over at his brother. "I mean we are here for another.." Bill looked over at the black and white clock hanging onto the wall, "...Hour?" Bill laughed as he watched Toms jaw drop, his eyes that were once nearly closed to exhaustion grow wide like saucers. "ANOTHER hour?! Oh my god...." he complained, whining like a spoiled child as he hit his hand down on the table in frustration, pulling away with a soft 'ow'.

Bill watched as Georg's mouth curled up in a smirk as he watched Tom's mini-tantrum. He could hear he soft snickering of Gustav as he signed another boys album, giving a small "You're welcome!" as the boy walked off. Bill really didn't blame Tom, as his fingers were starting to hurt and he was sweating like a motherfucker. Seriously, sometimes he regretted wearing so much clothing. If only he could take a cold shower, put on a pair or sweatpants and tanktop, sitting in his AC filled house...

"Hi, Bill!" a girl squeaked, making him jump slightly and apologize as he took his pen with trembling hands and signed away. She smiled as she looked down, her teeth so white Bill had to blink due to the glare. "Thanks!" she said, skipping away to go to her brother-or sister. Bill smiled, giving a small wave, before sluming back into his seat.

Tom guffawed, looking down at his younger brother. "Sit back up. We have another 45 minutes to go." Bill winced as he felt a small but firm slap on his shoulder, reluctantly sitting back up and propping himself in his elbows. Tom cleared his throat as a pretty girl came up to him with another album, his handwriting slightly off and a bit sloppy. He looked back at the clock. 42 minutes left. Yes, this was going to be a longggg time.

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To say Bill's hands were hurting was a huge understandment. He could barely flex his fingers, that damn pen was starting to hurt everytime he held it. He found himself looking up at the clock after every person left, only finding it made time go by slower. Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like an hour. Really, he just wanted to go back to the tour bus and sleep. It was times like these when he wondered what it would be like if he didn't sing 'It's Raining Men' or if he didn't become famous.

What would his job be? Maybe a fashion designer, or perhaps a teacher? Maybe a manager of some company?

He jumped slightly as Georg pushed him in the shoulder, a brown eyebrow quirked up. "Bill, what's wrong man? You look ill." Georg attempted to put the back of his hand to Bills forehead, but Bill swatted his hand away with a small laugh. "No, no I'm fine. Just uh..a bit tired is all." Georg hummed in agreement, cursing to himself under his breath as somebody walked up to him. He forced a small smile as the boy asked him a few questions, giving Georg a small album to sign aswell.

Tom smacked his lips together as he finished yet another. He looked up to the clock and couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh as he saw they were down to 15 minutes. Gustav looked in his direction, clapping his hands a few times as he smiled. At this point, Tom couldn't even make out his own signature he gave out. He wasn't even checking out the girls as they walked away from him. He was never like this, never so tired he could barley keep sitting. He turned towards Bill in his seat, pushing a piece of hair behind his hair. He saw how tired Bill looked, how even with all the black eyeshadow that could mess with Tom's vision his brother still had eyebags, turning the pale skin gray under his eyes.

Bill and Tom groaned quietly in union as they saw somebody else come up to them, they turned back around, about to give a soft smile or "Hi!" to the person, but their mouths dropped. A boy with (colored) hair and an album tucked under his arm greeted them before they could, the twins having to blink a few times as their hearts heated faster. No.. It couldn't be him..although with that clothing, that hair, those eyes, and oh FUCK it was M/N. M/N L/N.

"Hi Bill, Tom," he greeted, smiling softly as he placed the album infront of them, " I've been waiting to get an album signed! Lines pretty crazy." He chuckled, a warm and cheery sound that instantly got rid of any anxiety the twins may have had.

Bill took him out his pen quickly as Tom fixed his posture, his face red. M/N watched as Bill signed his name in the corner, how his fingers were trembling and how slow and careful he was being. Tom signed in the other corner, actually holding the pen in a tight fist as he tried to write the best signature he could at the moment. "I uhh..You're M/N right?" OH STUPID STUPID TOM! He wanted to kill himself right there and then, what a dumb question!

But the gorgeous boy infront of them didn't laugh, didn't walk away. No. He stood there with a bright smile, laughing a bit. "Really? What makes you think that?" he teased, cocking his head to the side. Bill cleared his throat, feeling his palms get sweaty. "It's nice to meet you! I'm...Tom and I are big fans." Bill blabbered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he gave a nervous smile. Dear Lord, Tom felt his knees buckle as M/N's face brightened, his smile widening. "Oh? Really?"

The twins nodded, not being able to form words currently. M/N laughed quietly, "Ah, how nice. You both did well tonight! Seriously Tom, I wish I could play guitar!.." (if you do no you don't) "..and your voice never fails to amaze me, Bill.." Tom and Bill could only let out soft 'thank you's', faces flushed with red and pink as they suddenly started to feel the air around them go up by a measly.. 100 degrees.

M/N held out his hands for the boys to shake, their hands feeling clammy and jittery as they held onto their crushes hand, almost sad and disappointed to see him go. M/N grabbed the album left on the table, giving a sad smile. "Hmm.. I have to get going now. It was nice meeting you!" he grinned as he waved, turning around and going out the door. "Bye..!" Tom and Bil said together, smiling as they waved. Their legs felt like jello, regardless of sitting down, and their hearts were beating so fast they could've popped out of their chest.

YES! They were done. Such a good day..a good concert, and a great ending!

"Hi, Tom!"

A girl said, holding out another album for the boy to sign. Bill held back a laugh as Tom sighed to himself before giving a forced smile, grabbing the pen as he bent over to give his signature.

Well...almost done.

[effy-writes]

If you don't mind, could you write headcanons for blitzø with a platonic gn reader where they were just out doing something and then someone mistakes them as a couple? Please and thank you!!!!

ofc!!

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Platonic: Blitz x GN! Reader: Mistaking You Guys As A Couple HC’s

(GN reader but it can be afab or amab (m preg))

• you guys are so touch starved that when yall are in public people would mistake you as a couple because you guys are ALWAYS touching each other. whether it’s hand holding, hugging, pushing each other, etc. so obviously people are gonna mistake you guys as a couple

• the first time somebody mistaken you guys as a couple was when you two went to get some ice cream and the worker said, “how long have you guys been dating?” you laughed while blitz was explaining himself and quickly denied, “oh no, they’re like my sibling.”

• now with this, you guys are always pranking people. you two would go to a crowded area and hold hands and say, “you’re the best sibling ever” and then proceed to “make out” (as in stage kissing) and watch as everyone looked at you with disgusted looks

• another incident was blitz took you out to eat for your birthday at a fancy restaurant. the waiter gave blitz the check and said, “treat your partner good,” and he quickly said, “no im keeping them hostage and giving them a nice treat for being such a good captive.” the waiter had a horrified look as he stared at you. “don’t worry, blitz is the greatest kidnapper” and then blitz would reply, “don’t worry about them, they got stockholm syndrome”

• so basically, everytime somebody mistakes you as a couple, you two would pull pranks like that.

• but this time was different. you two were holding hands and laughed about stupid shit when a photographer got yalls attention. the photographer said, “you two are the cutest couple in Hell, can i take a picture of you guys for my blog? like you two kissing?”

• you and blitz exchanged glances, trying to figure out a prank to do but couldn’t. blitz then thought of the greatest idea ever. “actually i’m taking them to get an abortion because they’re my side piece and can’t let my wife know.”

• you were so shocked you couldn’t even think of anything. both you and the photographer was speechless. the photographer quickly left, making blitz laugh his ass out loud. “oh come on, that was a good one.” “i got an idea, go to the abortion clinic and i say i got you pregnant.” “oh FUCK yes.”

[lomloomis]

ﾟ+:ꔫ:﹤ ╰┈➤ Reader is inspired by Hikaru from "The summer Hikaru died" not to much really tho. 【He/him pronouns | Male assigned reader】 tws | Angst | Death

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'Such a foolish creature.' An Mysterious Eldritch spoke as he glared at you with emotionless expression on it's "face" It job was to fulfill your last wish... And take your soul. As the second last of the Yakshas. Your soul will go thourgh the most unexplainable tortures deep in hell due to karmic debt. 'What's your death wish?' He spoke to you as you barely took your last breaths, your eyes started to lose the sparkle as you said 'Please... Tell Xiao...' You weren't able to finish your words and fell on your face as the blood ran down your back like a waterfall. 'Xiao?' The monster let out a sigh, and looked into your memories. To see who you exactly were. The creature's eyes widened at the sudden realization 'You're not as selfish as the others... Fool." He devoured your soul and buried your body as fast as he could and engraved your name on the gravestone. 'I will fulfill your wish, M/N.' He said once more as he proceed his work The Eldritch duplicated his own soul and entered your body. Giving itself some of your own traits... The memories... Yet the sparkle in your eyes was gone, and could never be bringed back. He started his way to Liyue Harbor to fulfill the wish as fast as he could. 'Hey Xiao Xiao.' "You" leaned on him as you appeared just behind him. Giving him a cute smile and putting your hair behind your ear. 'M/n?' He looked in your empty eyes, everytime they looked at them he felt the love and kindness. But now it was gone? 'Is something wrong Xiao?' "You" asked him with that fake smile, he furrowed his eyebrows as he pulled off his weapon. 'You aren't him.' 'You're right.' The Eldritch replied putting your hands in the air. 'I'm not him, but he wanted me to let you know...' Some unknown fluid started to leak out of your eyes. Those were your tears, he could sense it. Yet they were black and thic, they weren't like those which he used to brush off your cheeks. The other Shards of your soul left inside your body mixed up with the Eldritch's one as you began to cry louder. 'Where is M/N?!" Xiao glanced at "you" with his sharp look which were hidden by the mask. 'I'm the Eldritch." Xiao was speechless 'I'm sorry, Xiao.' Your words shouted in his head. The liquid started leaking out even more. 'He really loved you.' The Eldritch said... The story you build up with your loved one. Had gone to waste, the creature never saw any Yaksha nor Adepti soul build up that sort of relationship with someone else. You were... Really specific to it. The things you had done to keep Xiao safe, happy... To learn him how to love after all. 'I'm so so sorry Xiao...' The other shards of your soul spoke to him as he grasped on his hair. Your voice echoed in the mountains. You sounded like a melody even if you were dead. 'It was a dreamy experience meeting with you." You cried out and hugged him... Even if he shouldn't be supposed to see you, he definitely felt it. He opened his swollen eyes just to see your bloodied face with red cheeks dirted with tears. he hugged you back... All he felt was your body dissolving with his touch. 'No.' He couldn't believe as he looked at his hand, in one of it was a broken crystal. 'M/N... I love you.' Yet this time you couldn't appear with your silly smile and kiss him on his forehead... Smiling and looking at stars holding hands He knew he couldn't bring that back... And again another star in his life was gone, and was unable to come back. 'You shined the brightest of them all, love.'

[aneyef0raheart]

𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔶 𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢

Good and disaster :D

You and Gojo were both teachers in Jujutsu High, you had something to do with him. Something that makes him mad whenever you're around, at least it looks like it. Everytime you're in the teachers lounge, he walks away and heads outside. You would always think when would you guys ever be colleagues or friends.

There was a time you didn't expect would happen. You were out to get a cold drink from the vending machine disposing the coins in the coin slot until Satoru came across, he didn't walk away or do anything... Just standing right behind you. A bead of sweat ran down your neck, Satoru tried hard not to laugh of how nervous you are. He leaned over to your ear and whispered "I'll make sure my can go in that coin slot, make sure it fits for me." Right after he said that, the can dispensed and you immediately reached down to grab it out of the dispenser, until you could even put your hand in it, Satoru's hand pushed you onto the vending machine pinning you onto there, you could feel it pressing against you by how close he is to you. "What the hell..." You stated. "Yeah what the hell.. Why am I doing this, probably because I give you those looks for how hot you look I couldn't resist..."

He smiled behind you. "I'll spare you until lessons are done." He took a step back letting his hands off you. You stood there speechless as he walks off to his students outside the field training. Satoru stopped walking and turned to you "Your students are waiting for you... Y/N. Quit staring off to space and head off to your scholars dear.." He grins and continued walking. You shook your head and went out the opposite door, you took multiple breathes and mental advices which did not work. You walk into your classroom trying to act normal. While you were teaching about domains, you tried writing on the board but instead you broke the chalk. "M-miss..? Are you okay..?" A student asked, you turned to look at them with a flushed face "I'm no- I'm fine... You know what, class is over." You imediantally stepped out class and headed outside to take a break leaning against the fence.

You came across Satoru again which made your thoughts even worse, you looked back at him then to the view Infront of you. You clicked your tongue just by the presence of him until he grabs your wrist and makes you look directly at him. "I'm taking you home, you don't feel well." He drags you with him to his car "Hey! I didn't agree with you idiot!" He rolls his eyes and shoves you in the passenger seat. Satoru gets inside the driver's seat and starts the car engine, without a thought he takes off.

"Call me an idiot and I'll... Gosh nevermind."

"I don't even know you much why are you... Taking me home.."

"But I do, and my home... actually." He smirks and eyes you from the corner of his eyes while he's also focused on the road. "I'll do you good and get you some food first yeah?" He stops at a red light. "Uhm.. Sure... I guess I'll have ice cream mochi..."

"Great!" Satoru curled a light smile from his lips. You guys arrived at a corner store and parked it at the front, you both walk in but you had Satoru grabbing your hand like you'll go somewhere, which you may have thought of. He buys a bowl of Buldak noodles for himself and your mochi ice cream next to the checkout counter. You guys arrived to his house, it felt really weird to be in someone's house you barely knew. You were wondering what he meant by 'but I do'. "Is he stalking me!?" You said out loud. Satoru was silent for a moment and laughed "Your thoughts are pretty loud." While his snack boils he walks towards you from the living room and leans against the couch behind you where you are sitting. He looks down at you and you look up at him. "You should be my girlfriend by now." He said without hesitation "You should be dead by now." You added onto it, he raises his eyebrows and chuckled "Must've gotten the wrong girl. I like your attitude." He smirks and leans from the couch to kiss you in the lips, he pulls away as he almost forgot about the noodles. "Shit." He ran to the kitchen and pulls the pit away from the stove and turns it off. You wiped your lips from the kiss but... You kind of liked it... No, you loved it. His lips were soft. And he acts like a tsundere which turned you on a bit.

After he was done you followed him to his room, there was a TV and saw Satoru already sitting on his bed with the remote. You sat down next to him opening the packet of your mochi ice cream. He picked out a love movie, of course. It was called "Horimiya" You we're glad he had such good taste you even wondered what his music is like. During the movie only 20 minutes in, you finished your snack and didn't realize Satoru leaning on your shoulder. He sighed and looked at you starting to get impatient, he's already finished his noodles next to his end table and sat up again. He turned off the movie and looked at you with a straight face. "Lay down." "Wait... What." He groaned and pulled your legs down and sat on you. He leaned in and kissed you on the neck, soon it started getting sloppy. You covered your mouth not to make a sound but he didn't allow it and pinned both hands onto the sheets. He moved one hand to your waist, than hips, finally to your thighs picking it up. You felt his touch and started to shiver, you weren't the type of person to moan unless...

He was wearing pajama sweats which made his hard ass visible. He lifted you up and ran his hands under your shirt with one hand on your back than to the back of your neck. After a few minutes of the sound of you shivering and whimpering he pulled away leaving love marks on you. "Damn... Why look at you." He grabbed one of your hands to make you touch the top of his head as a sign to play with them. Without a thought he felt your hands run through strands of his hair. He had a sensitive head which made him whine a bit but that's what he wanted. He leaned forward to your chest and moved you back to the board of his bed. Why's he being a softy all of a sudden? Didn't he want to break your legs or something a while back? I guess he didn't mean tha-

He lifts half of your shirt putting his head inside of it, your shirt pulled down and covered his entire head top to the back of his head. You felt him removing your distracting bra and his cold hands on one of them. "M- Toru' don't do that!" It seems like your hands didn't answer that, instead it pushed him forward. His hands were all over you, it felt like 100 hands all over you but it was only his 2 hands moving around. "Gojo you fucking asshole." You gave in and rested your head on the board of the bed. He pulls his head away leaving saliva all over your chest. "Why do you have to be so warm..." You questioned him "Everyone has a warm mouth." He slightly lift the corner of his lips into a small smirk. A few seconds he started groaning holding onto his cock. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkk..." He pulls you by your collar, he imediantally pulls his sweat band halfway down and replaces it with your mouth.

His hands were pulling your hair so you wouldn't back up. You tried speaking which made it worse for Satoru sending vibrates to his entire body making him shiver and a flushed face appeared onto his face "Stop trying... To... Talk..." He groaned. Your saliva started dripping down. His whole length inside of your mouth. Soon enough he sighed and slightly moaned with a load coming out of him. "Y-you better swallow the entire thing..." You didn't even need to swallow, the whole thing already went down your throat making you choke. He finally lets go of you, soon enough you started coughing and choking gasping for air. He pulls you closer again for you to sit on his lap while his cock in between you guys. "Sorry I had to do that..." "Shut up..." His hands moved to your hips then the bottom of your thighs grabbing your ass. Both of his thumbs were about to pull your sweats down.

"I seriously need more of your body Y/N..." He turned you around and slammed you head to the side of the mattress. He had your pants halfway removed and had your back arched. He imediantally puts it in "Now you'll feel how hard I am once I get even harder when I'm inside you." He leans forward which made your walls stretch and created noises and whimpers from you.

"Ahh, now I get it. You only do that when it's actually in you. Take that as a note." "J-just shut up and take me already... I don't want to hear your comments..."

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

i've been thinking abt this for the last 10 seconds and i need to share this LMFAOO but how but either jack or kappa with "i would never let anyone or anything hurt you. i've never felt that way about anyone." AAAAAAAA imma pass out oki lob u lots and i love the way you write i like hang on to every word ITS SO GOOD EVERYTIME

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS! Let's celebrate that with this little something something here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I'm very much left speechless by the sheere amount of people that apparently enjoy my deranged writings enough to follow this flaming dumpster fire of a Tumblr blog. I love and appreciate all of you so incedibly much! 🖤 Thank you from the very bottom of my heart!

Going To California

Summary: Kappa displaying insane amounts of husband material.

Pairing: hippie!Kappa x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Content Warnings: Romantic Van Life Smut 18+!, Unprotected P In V, L-Bombs, Very Fluffy And Domestic, Kappa Being A Heartthrob, Kappa Talking You Through It, Sprinkles Of Actual Plot, Dad!Kappa 👀

A/N: To the wonderful nonnie, I have to confess that I thought much longer than 10 seconds about this 🤭🥴

I put together a hippie!Kappa playlist!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai

Spent my days with a woman unkind

Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine

Made up my mind to make a new start

Going to California with an aching in my heart

Someone told me there's a girl out there

With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

- Going To California By Led Zeppelin

With his plush, soft lips Kappa left a trail of slightly sloppy kisses all the way from your forehead down to the tip of your nose that he eventually nudged playfully with the tip of his own.

"And here I thought you'd let me sleep.." You giggled, your tone a little drowsy as your senses had already been on the best way to slip towards warm and comforting dreams for tonight.

" 'M sorry, sugar, didn't wanna wake you up again." He nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck, his left cheek soft against your jawline.

"Are you though?" You pushed somewhat teasingly, arching your brows in the dark of the van while a smile tugged your lips.

"Well, yeah…but also not really." Kappa admitted, his curly, black hair ghosting over your collarbone whilst his hands searched for your waist further down underneath the woolen blanket that the two of you shared.

In gingerly soft touches, his fingertips caressed over the bare skin of your hips, tracing your curves slowly to savor every inch of you next to him.

"Go on.." You inquired, feeling how he sent little waves of gentle goosebumps all over your body.

"I'm just..y'know…I've never been just that happy and I can't help myself here, really. I hardly get enough of you, babe." His slightly raspy voice hummed into the crook of your neck which had you leaning your head back just a little yet enough for him to take note of the invitation.

"Hardly enough, yeah?", It rolled over your tongue in a tender laugh as you recognised his lips softly nipping right underneath your earlobe, "I'm with you all day everyday. How are you not tired of that yet, honey?"

"How could I ever, hm?", To underline his point, Kappa suckled your sensitive skin right between his teeth, effectively leaving a hickey just like a love-sick teenager, "None of this would just be remotely as heavenly as it is right now without you. Living in a van this, being free to go wherever that…but I wouldn't wanna go anywhere without you anymore. I love you."

"Good god, you're so sweet, Kappa.", You felt your entire chest swelling with a very distinct kind of fulfilling warmth as you led your fingertips to sneak under the hem of his linen shirt and caress his soft skin all the way up to his shoulders, "I love you, too. So incedibly much."

Turning your face to the side just a notch, you pressed a long kiss to the crown of his head, holding him close in your embrace, your senses following closely how his body heat quickly engulfed your statue, seeping through the layers of fabric.

'Hmhmm…right there, sugar." Kappa quietly groaned into your neck, pressing his front further against yours.

You very well knew how much of a slave he was to being touched around his shoulders and you eagerly followed his plea for more of your tender strokes. Planting another kiss to his hair, you started drawing random shapes and forms, curly waves and loops all over his shoulder blades and along his spine, pulling little moans and whines oozing with enjoyment from his mouth.

"S-so good to me, love." He hummed in a low voice, his own hands fastening their hold on your hips.

"Always." You returned softly while it didn't go unnoticed how both of your bodies reacted to one another.

You could feel Kappa's growing hard on pressing through his pants against your thighs just as much as you acknowledged your perked up nipples brushing against his collarbones whilst your own arousal throbbed between your legs.

"So much for just falling asleep, huh?" You joked amicably, pressing both of your palms against his back before pulling him on top of you as you turned to lay on your back.

"Oh, that's all you now!" Kappa reciprocated with a hearty laugh right before lowering his lips onto yours, nipping and nibbling at them teasingly.

"Is that so?" It left your mouth in a chuckle, your hands busy with pulling his trousers off of him.

"I might just be a tad bit involved in this.." He groaned, feeling his cock prodding against your cunt without anything left in between.

"A tad bit, yeah?" You inhaled sharply at the sensation, noticing how your body turned gradually more greedy.

"Probably severely very interested, s'that what you wanna hear, sugar?" Kappa sighed against your mouth before thrusting into you in one languid, careful stroke.

"Fuck…", It rushed over your tongue as you felt his girth stretching you out, "Feels so good, damn."

"Still mad about being awake?" Your lover huffed against your jawline as he rolled his hips into your lap, having your eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

"Hmhmmm…" You moaned out whilst allowing your head loll back into one of the plenty tie-dye patterned cushions.

"Fuck, I love you so much.", Kappa groaned, raising his forehead to rest right against yours as he thrusted into you anew, "I'd never let anything or anyone hurt you, sugar. You know that, right?"

Kappa's words reverberated, echoed right through you, making you feel as one with him.

"I've never felt that way about anyone before." His voice filled your mind as the tip of his cock nudged against that especially sensitive spot on your inside.

"My one and only…", You moaned softly against his warm, slightly sweaty cheek, your lips brushing over his upper lip and pressing soft pecks to the corner of his mouth, "Wouldn't trade the world for you. Ugh, god, hear that? You turned me all soft, damn hippie."

Both of you chuckled for a moment, the vibrations of his chest against yours making your heart feel like it was about to explode right into his aura that smelled like lavender and freshly cut grass to you. The warmth of his character, the carelessness in the most inappropriate of moments and just simply being with Kappa had done things to you…good things for once in your life.

"You were soft way before me, love, the world just didn't appreciate you showing it, but be certain that I do." You couldn't quite decipher if it was the way Kappa spoke to you or the way he cradled the curves of your waist in his grip, making you feels safe and protected with him right on top you, between your legs, that eventually pushed your body over the threshold of a rapidly building orgasm and quite frankly you didn't care.

Soft moans, repeated chants of his name cascaded from your lips as you arched your back to shove your hips into his lap, needing to feel him inside of you as deep as you possibly could, your pulsing and contacting cunt clenching down around his cock.

"There, there…let it all just go, 'm here, sugar." He cooed into your flushed cheek in a low groan, his own body turning rigid as he felt your walls pulling him in deeper.

The tide of your orgasm, the push and pull of your release was enough for Kappa to come undone himself, spilling his load as deep as possible, shoving it and pushing it deep inside of you.

"I gotchu…" Kappa hummed, enjoying the bliss of his own release rippling through his muscles, allowing himself to get lost in that instant of being ultimately close to you.

Only very reluctantly he pulled out of you eventually, the load of his seed trickling out and pooling all over the inside of your thigh.

"Uh, I gotta tell you something, actually…" You started awkwardly, immediately drawing Kappa's attention towards you.

"Huh? Are you trying to give a panic attack right after cumming now?" His hand fumbled around the headboard above the mattress, fingertips eagerly trying to find the light switch for the fairy lights dangling from all over the ceiling.

"No, sorry, oh god, sorry. It's just… come here.", Right after he flipped the switch, illuminating the inside of your van in a warm, almost orangy tint, you reached for his hand and gently pressed it against your lower abdomen, "I have a strong feeling that we are at least 3 now."

"What?" It blurted out of him, brows knit together in confusion as he stared at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"I'm way past my period, Kappa.", You hinted further, "Sore breasts and, good god, the nausea lately?"

"What I'm hearing you say right now is that you are… pregnant?" His forehead crinkled in soft creases.

"Ah, there we go. That took you a hot second, no?" You chuckled out softly, planting a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

" 'M gonna be a dad?!", Confusion was swept aside by unbridled joy and excitement, "And you're gonna be a momma?!"

"Looks like it an awful lot now, babe." You couldn't hold back the wide grin spreading on your face before Kappa practically jumped you, attacking you with a wave of kisses, pecks and smooches all over.

[tiredly101]

A picture not ment to be seen pt.2

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Summary: Wally was shocked by his discovery at the bugdega where he remember bits nad pieces of this "M/n" and right then and there he decided he needed to get to the bottom of this and that led to Julie's house in a closet...

Illustrated Au, I edited the picture but you can find the original picture in this post and it was made by @doueiie

Wally looked at the picture on his hand and the longer he stared the more he felt like he recognized that man and then a memory hit him like a truck which made him drop the picture back on the counter.

M/n smiled at Wally before giggling while holding his hand, dragging him into a daisy field which in their steps awaked beautiful white butterflies which flew around them.

"C'mon Wally, hurry up!," Exclaimed M/n which made Wally laugh softly. He could almost forget that their was something else at the different side of their world everytime that M/n smiled at him. He hadn't tell M/n he loved him yet but he wanted too and yet he was scared of losing his best friend. Of losing M/n Cherry.

"M/n, I need to tell you something," said Wally pulling M/n to a halt so he could look at Wally directly in his eyes. Wally smiled softly while holding M/n's hand which made his smile grown in a shy manner and suddenly Wally was speechless while staring at M/n's beautiful eyes, he smiled before leaning closer to Wally and kissing him softly while hugging him. The pair heard a camara flashing and both looked to see Julie smiling, showing them the picture she took where both of them could be seen kissing and blushing. M/n laughed softly while hugging once again Wally who nuzzled in his neck with embarrassed.

Wally gasped for air and looked at the picture once more. He looked again at the man called M/n and touched his lips, the lingering feeling of the kiss still there. Wally exited the shop quietly and walked towards Julie's house knowing well that if she actually took that picture that it has to be in her photo album.

Wally sneaked into Julie's home through the open window and saw that photo album was sitting in the coffee table innocently. He approached quietly and skimmed through the pictures finding multiple ones with M/n in them but he only stopped when he saw the picture of his memory. Right there clear as day was M/n and him kissing in that daisy filled field with blushes clear as day in their faces.

Part 3? I believe so but let me know if you want to be tagged!

Tag list from New Neighbor because this is season two:

@farleyis @whynot5243 @fluffyart5000 @blueberricowboi @bonesbonesbonesuponbones @who-let-me-write-this @pr5is1ng @just-random-post @smiling-carcass @nettaw @sleepyscxry @theorchardcollective @thelostboys11 @darling-w @ametistacollinsworld @vampyrefay @cloudeecheer @lacunaanonymoused @waywardstardustcollector @welcome-home-puppets @redjeanjacket @fried-lotud @waywardstardustcollector @frindtheshapeshifter405 @lotusflowerexe @sleepyscxry @the-gayest-toad @mythjustiice @backyard-bear @beu-is-here0 @just-random-post @fic-fortress @elegantkidfansoul @eyesarefun @one-green-frog @beu-is-here0 @waywardstardustcollector @24-7lazy @azyimnothere @fluffyart5000 @chesterthejester12-blog

[taichoushadow]

Reflection | Yoo Taeyang (M)

A/N: a happy birthday to my sweet @yootaesowl 🤎 I hope this birthday present will end the day on a sweet, hot note for you as you deserve nothing but the love that's written below. Because you're that hot.

Summary: mirrors weren't you best friend. And they were never gonna be but there was one person that wasn't gonna hold back on showing you how beautiful and hot you are and that mirrors are nothing but lies projected by society's image that have been printed into people's minds.

Taeyang x plus size!reader

Wordcount: 4.9 K

Warnings: 18 +, sex, penetration, p in v, cum, unprotected sex, lies about beauty, truth about beauty. Do not read when under 18.

Mirrors. You despised them and avoided them at any cost you could. You didn't want to bring yourself down at the false image it portrayed. It's what you told yourself everytime you saw your own reflection. You knew the thoughts that swam through your mind whenever you glanced at yourself were lies that you told yourself, lies the world fed you since you were a child.

Gulping, you smoothed down the shirt you put on for the gala night Taeyang and you were invited to. A celebration for the start of what was surely to become a successful musical, with Taeyang playing the villain you knew it was a matter of time before he would be on stage even more than usual. You were happy for him, seeing the big smile on his face whenever he told you about the practices, animatically telling all about it. He even invited you to come watch some practices but you declined, wanting to witness it at the premier, seeing how it all came together. He smiled, kissed you but made you promise to come with him to the premiere. You scoffed at that, playfully offended that he would think you wouldn't come with him. You were his date after all, who else would, so you told him. With a loud laugh, he kissed you again and patted your hair. "Yes ma'am."

But now that the moment was here, having to stand on that red carpet leading to the musicals première, you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat, felt like your stomach was doing somersaults as you smoothed down your shirt once again, not liking how it sat on your body.

The pants suddenly felt a size to small while it looked to fall perfectly when you tried it on weeks before. Frustrated tears burned your eyes and you tried to blink them away, not wanting to fall in that mindset right before the big event but how could you ignore it when the thought of pictures being taken with you standing next to Taeyang.

You could already see the headlines, see the tweets being posted like you were nothing but a mere object to them that didn't have feelings. and so with a loud shout, you pulled off your shirt with maddening force, throwing it on the floor before giving it a good kick, as if that could help take away your self hatred. This time the tears were rolling down your cheeks, your whole body being filled with frustration and dejection that you couldn't have the confidence you so desperately wanted.

Taeyang who was getting you and himself something to eat before leaving, heard the commotion and decided to take a peak to see if everything was okay but his heart sank at the sight before him. You looked defeated, so small as you just stood there with tears streaming down your face.

Being left speechless, his mouth opened and closed as if he couldn't choose the words he wanted to say. ''y/n, what's wrong?'' He managed to ask you atlast, stepping closer to take a hold of your arm but you shook his hand off, not wanting to be touched right now.

''Why do you like me?'' Taking deep breaths to steady your breathing, you looked up at him, needing him to answer truthfully. ''Why are you with me?''

You could see the confusion and hurt flashing across his eyes, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he began to stutter, maybe not a good start as he was the one who now saw how your shoulders fell in defeat.

More tears pooled into your eyes, your sight getting blurry as more and more thoughts of self hatred started to dance across your vision, like they were mocking you, as if they were laughing at you. The thoughts you've had before getting to know Taeyang, proving you right.

''Dove, no!'' He hurriedly took a step forward, grabbing a hold of your arms again and pulling you right into his chest, one arm folding over your waist and keeping you caged into his embrace by holding the back of your neck. ''No, no. no.'' Taeyang was terrified to be honest, feeling his heart beating in his throat, shaking his head in denial while squeezing you tighter and tighter as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grasp.

''y/n...'' That was all he could manage to say at this moment as he felt your whole body shaking with the heartbreaking sobs you let out. ''I'm left speechless. I wish I could tell you all the words to let you believe how beautiful and kind you are but-'' He cut himself off, letting his hand wander down your body and pushing you closer through his hand on your spine. ''- words are merely words.''

Pulling you away, he cups your tearstained cheek, wiping the tears under your eye away with a sad smile. ''Tell me what's wrong, dove.'' Taeyang sees the sadness pooling into your eyes, you look defeated, you look so tired and small that it breaks his own heart. Leading you to the bed, he helps you to sit down and tucks your head on his shoulder.

''I'm sorry.''

''No, don't apologize.'' He quickly shushes you by placing a kiss on your cheek, his hand smoothing down your hair. ''You don't have to go if you don't want to. I don't mind at all, you know that.'' You could tell he was not touching the subject yet, you knew he would want you to start and tell him what was bothering you but the way he said he wouldn't mind if you stayed at home bothered you even more and played right into the false selfimage you've projected. Didn't he wanted to be seen with you?

The silence that came from you, made him understand how his words actually sounded like once he thought them over and mentally slapped himself at the choice of words.

''Ah, shit. y/n that's not what I meant. I- '' Taeyang was right, he knew he was. Words were merely words and they were so easy to say without having to do anything for it. As a singer, you would think he would have a way with words but he - a true dancer afterall - showed his emotions with his body. The movements telling more of a story than any words ever would and that's when he realized, he would be better off showing you how amazing, and wonderfully made you actually are.

With a deep breath, he held onto your face, eyes flickering over your features as you just silently watched him. What you weren't expecting though was him lowering you down on the mattress, him shaking his head at your confused gaze. ''You trust me?''

Ofcourse, you trust him. You've shown all that you are to him. Baring yourself to him in anyway. What kind of question was that? ''Ofcourse, Taeyang..'' He didn't let you finish though. ''Then let me.'' With a nod, you watch the man standing above you, curious as what his next move is going to be.

Taeyang felt his stomach burning at the sight beneath him. You laying on your back with nothing but pants and a bra on and he could feel his cock reacting at the sight and he knew it would be a mattter of when, where he would actually start to think with his dick. He couldn't help it, that's just what you did to him.

You were irresistable, really. Just watching you cook, watching you make his coffee and how you would prance around the house with nothing but short shorts on and sports bra drove him crazy most of the time and always managed to cage you between the wall and his chest, having you crying out his name.

Licking his lips, he crouched down infront of you to run his hands up your clothed legs and grabbed the hem of your trousers, pulling them down without any thougths. If these clothes made you feel like you were not worthy enough, than those absolutely needed to go and he was determined to never see them again. ''There.'' He chuckled, flinging the pants right out your line of sight. ''That's much better isn't it?'' You couldn't help but to giggle too, seeing how he grinned right up at you from the floor, you being propped up on your elbows to soak in his attention on you. You hummed at that, breathing out that it was much, much better.

''However-'' Taeyang circled his fingers right beneath the flesh of your thighs. ''-there are still some fabrics constricting your freedom, don't you agree?'' He toyed with the hem of your panties, letting his fingers glide over the band from side to side. ''Will you let me help you?'' Rising from his position on the floor, he was now hovering above you and you took in a breath when you felt him dipping past the cloth and the only thing you could tell him was. ''Yes, yes, ofcourse.''

With a smirk, he didn't waste any time and pulled off your underwear, throwing it behind him before his hands gripped onto your thighs and positioned your legs just how he liked it; feet propped up onto the bed, knees bend and your pussy on full display for his eyes only.

The gush of cold air made you whimper and even more excited than you already were. The intense gaze Taeyang had you locked onto him. You felt his hand slide down to your pussy and you gasped when he played with your wet lips, sliding up and down with slow movements, as if he was painting a picture with the slick you were presenting him.

He did find you just as beautiful as a painting. Taeyang knew you would laugh if he told you, but you were even more beautiful than all those women that've been painted over the centuries. He wish he could capture this in one, the sight of your heavily breathing chest going up and down, the anticipation in your eyes that told him he was the only one you'd bare yourself to.

You on the other hand found your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to press your lips to his, murmuring that it was okay, that you needed him, he didn't let those words go to waste and you gasped into his mouth when you felt him sink two of his finger past your entrance.

''Ah..Tae.''

Taeyang hums, gripping your chin to throw your head further back to attach his lips onto the exposed skin of yout throat. You felt your cheeks getting warmer not only because of the pit of your pleasure growing more and more with his fingers moving inside of you, but the way he spoke to you, the way his lips trailed a path full of praises down your body. From your throat to your stomach, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of your bra that you totally forgot was still on and you whined at the feeling of it digging into your skin as you tugged on his hair to tell him to take it off.

And who was he to deny you from it, slipping his fingers out to pull the final piece that was hiding you from the pure Goddess that you are and immediately cupped your bare breasts that he loved to hold at any moment if he could while signig praises of how ethereal you looked to him.

You were looking at the ceiling, taking in every sensation that Taeyang brought with his lips and his hands that were gripping, sliding and moving all over your body like a home that he made himself so familiar with.

Taeyang was feeling his cock growing harder and harder in the constriction of his pants and he started rut his hips on the bed between your legs, moaning out your name while slipping your nipple between his lips what shakes him awake with the thought that he could have something else rolling between his teeth and he doesn't let any grass grow over that thought and moves his lips down south, resting his knees back on the carpet to come face to face with your glinstening pussy.

He groans at the sight, the scent of your arousal creates an even more need to show you how much you drive him crazy by simply existing.

'You on the other hand are going insane for a whole different reason and that's seeing your man fully clothed with a wicked grin plastered on his face as if he is ready to devour his favourite meal after a long day of practicing. And if Taeyang could read your mind, he would have agreed because that's exactly how he is feeling and somehow the tightness of his pants makes it feel like he is driving home right into you. But this time, today, in this moment it was all for you.

A dance he would dance every single day to show you that you are nothing but a gorgeous human being. That no one else compared to you and so he found his way between your legs again, spreading your thighs even more for better access and he happily took his first bite by sinking his teeth in the flesh of your thigh and hums with satisfaction before finally finding home with his tongue licking up his favourite taste in the universe, moaning loudly to let you know this is where he belongs.

You were nothing but a mess on the bed, breathing heavily while tying to keep your legs open, for him to have the room to work on his beautiful canvas as he likes to call it. But your body was starting to shake, feeling the heat of the fire spreading through your body as he tongue worked wonders, teasinly playing with your sensitive bud while he sank his fingers back into your craving hole and it made you feel so hot in so many ways that you completely forgot about the insecurity that was trying to break you down.

Now it was Taeyang's turn to break you down, molding you exactly in how he pictures you. A canvas that only he could shape into anything he wanted and he always would remember you that he was the one and only that knew how to work the art.

''Why is it that you taste so good, y/n. If I could drink this any day-'' The slurping sound did have you giggling, slapping his shoulder in a playful matter and he snickered, looking up at you and proudly showing off his shiny lips covered in your arousal, to you in a gorgeous smile. ''Never get enough.''

Going back in, he slowly pulled out his fingers only to replace them with his tongue while circling your clit with his thumb that had you closing your legs at the sudden spike of pleasure, but Taeyang presses your legs right back open, not having any of it and eats you further out without any bother pushing you over the edge more and more.

Your body is withering, your hands finding a life line with the sheets scrunched between your hands as you feel yourself falling over the edge when he loudly groans, the vibrations flowing through your body and you come right on his tongue.

Taeyang keeps you grounded on the bed with his arm thrown over your stomach, waiting out your spasms and slowly licking through your folds, careful not to overstimulate you.

Once you come down from your high, you stare at the ceiling, focused on the lamp hanging above you but Taeyang happily takes that attention right back to him when his face pops up in your vision, his hand wiping the cum of his chin with this 'stupid' smirk that he loves showing you right after. It's become routine at this point and you happily throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss. He happily obliged, opening his mouth to let you in, sharing the taste of you that brings him just as much pleasure as it does for you.

"You okay?" Taeyang wraps his hand around yours, kissing your fingers before grabbing onto a pillow, lifting your head and places the pillow right beneath, wanting you to be comfortable.

"Okay?" You ask him in disbelief. "More than, that was.." You can't even get your thoughts together, still feeling the high soaring through you and you hear him chuckle. "Than my mission is almost complete."

Letting go of your hand, he starts to work on his pants, with quite a hurry as he feels like he is unable to breathe with how his cock is literally begging him to let it breathe. To bring him home to where he belongs.

You swat his hands away, wanting to do it for him and he whines for you to do it quickly, he needs to feel you wrapped around his cock.

"I don't want to wait any longer, please." You gasped when he gripped your wrists and push you down onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head while he pinned his gaze onto yours, daring you to move. He couldn't wait, he just couldn't and shimmied out of his pants, underwear quickly discarded and he let out a long grunt from satisfaction. He felt like he could breathe just a little better but naturally, only you could bring him that relief.

You always took him in when he undressed himself before you. His movements really were one of a kind, even when he wasn't dancing, he just moved around like he was and you could never get enough of it.

Crawling onto the bed, he wrapped your legs around his waist, getting you and himself comfortable and after he confirmed you were, he took ahold of his cock, spreading the precum over the skin before lining himself up at your entrance. You lifted your back just a little and the change of movement had the tip slipping right past your lips and you both moaned at the feeling, Taeyang getting the hint and sliding himself right past your walls, bringing it home atlast.

His lips trembled, toes curling when the warmth of your walls welcomed him in without any resistance and didn't care how loud the sound of his moan was, all he could focus on was how you gasped loudly, mouth falling open the moment he sank right into you.

"Feels good?" Taeyang was already panting, dropping his face in the crook of your neck and pulled his hips back only to slip back in. The slow drag of his cock going in and out, left you grasping onto his back, matching his movements with your own.

''Aren't you sounding so pretty f'me?'' Taeyang relished unto the sounds you let out everytime his hips bucked against yours and whined when he drew back. ''Being such a pretty girl, aren't you, dove?'' The nickname slipped out, coming so naturally to him, it turned you on even more, there was nothing on your mind at this point, besides your man and his cock driving into you.

Sitting up, Taeyang slid his hands from your legs to your waist, arching your hips to slide in just that deeper and you let out a yelp once he hit your spot. ''I can't hear you.'' Your eyes were closed, your fingers desperately trying to hold onto something, your nails digging into his wrists as you mewled with tears streaming down your face.

Now these tears were something he absolutely loved to see on you. Looking all so pretty for him with nothing on and his cock thrusting in and out of you as your walls clamped down onto him.

''Are you my pretty girl?'' He asked you again, fingers gripping your chin as he needed you to look at him, needed to see the pleasure he was giving you written all over your face. Your body was speaking for itself, throwing itself to him and giving him all the handles he needed to pleasure you.

"Fuck, Taeyang." You weren't hearing him, your legs slipping from his waist as you felt the fire in your stomach growing more and more for the second time that day but he wasn't gonna let you have it just like that. Not when you weren't answering him and did what he knew would get your attention - He slipped out.

Now this had your eyes flying open in an instant, wrapping your legs back around his waist, hoping it would stop him but ofcourse you knew it wouldn't work and you whined, hands grasping his shoulder, clawing onto them to bring him closer.

He didn't budge though, eventhough his cock was twitching at the loss of your warmth, eventhough he wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted, he wasn't going to until you agreed you were his pretty girl. That the thoughts that actually brought you in this moment were nothing but false images you had of yourself.

"I said are you my pretty girl?" the tone of his voice did let you know there was no discussing, no avoiding an answer. He wasn't gonna give you what you craved until you answered him.

His eyes were steadfast gazing into yours, not wavering and you felt his grip on your legs tightening. No bullshitting, no stuttering that's what he needed to hear from you.

"I am." It was soft, barely noticeable and you could tell he wasn't satisfied with that. A scoff was heard from him, teeth were scraping his lips and he leaned down, nose brushing against eachother as he breathed onto your lips. "No good enough, darling."

Taeyang knew this was gonna happen so he came up with a second plan to have you admit you were his pretty, gorgeous girl. His hand reached between his legs, his leaking cock resting in his palm and he started to flick his tip against your clit, your body reacted, your vocals agreeing that you were a foolish one for denying your man.

"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you, y/n."

Your walls were clenching around nothing, throbbing - no begging for intrusion, it all felt like you were walking on a humid summer day, the slick of the hot weather sticking to you, bounding you to give in.

It was not like that was the only answer you could give him, he wasn't demanding you to say the right words that he longed to hear from you. Because he knew that you knew that you were his one and only pretty girl. That he saw beauty whenever he looked at you and that no one could take that away from you and him.

"Come on." Taeyang pressed his lips on your jaw, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration not to blow his load. He wasn't only teasing you - oh how he was torturing himself here too - he didn't want to end this on a high when you would slip back in the false mindset you've had after all of this.

"I am your pretty girl, Tyang... Just please!" More tears were making their way down your cheeks, body on fire, walls begging to be fucked at this point and your heart hammering in your chest like it was protesting against your mind, that she was the one you needed to listen to.

Taeyang was the one who made a home out of your heart after all.

Your sweaty palms cupped his cheeks as you brought your feet higher, settling them down on his back and digged your heels into his skin. Your body was telling him to get on moving, while you maintained eye contact as he finally slipped back in.

The both of you moaned out in satisfaction, yielding your bodies to pleasure without any thoughts lingering back in both minds.

Release.

Release was now the mission Taeyang set himself up upon. The release of all the tension and mistrust you've been putting on your body. You were gorgeous, you were breathtaking and just right how he loved you.

It didn't matter what size you were, beauty and love wasn't only stored in certain type of bodies. Love came in all shapes and all sizes, in all different conditions and he would be damned if he wasn't gonna let you know how fucking beautiful you were.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he started to thrust faster, his hand finding yours to squeeze as he shivered and felt his stomach dipping in the pleasure that was getting tighter and tighter with the way your walls were squeezing him for all he had.

"You're so good to me, so so good." His breath hitched in his throat, letting out quiet 'ah, ah' as his cock burned, ready to paint your walls in his favoutire colour.

And you, you loved how vocal he got when he got closer and closer to his release, his quiet breathes that got louder and louder and the way he started to babble, losing his words, fully immerged in the pleasure you were providing him.

"Only you know how to get me going, I am your pretty girl, Tyang. Only yours."

"fuck, yes. My pretty, pretty girl. Fuck.. Where do you want me, gorgeous?" Eventhough his mind was set on shooting his load right into you, perhaps that's not what you wanted and he managed to squeeze that out his mouth while he was trying to stay afloat.

His question had you clenching around him, the fact he asked you even after all the times he did come inside of you, he never forgot to ask although he and you both knew you wanted nothing but feel his sperm filling you up.

"Inside, inside - please." You practically begged him and your answer had him rolling his eyes back as he crashed his lips against yours.

A few more thrusts was that it took before your thighs started to shake and your orgasm washed over you, Taeyang not far behind, his whole body shivering as he shoot his release right where you needed him with a loud, beautiful moan.

Your body was milking him for all he had, and you gasped when you still felt him releasing inside of you and chuckled out of surprise.

"Wow.."

"Yeah..."

Rolling off you, he laid down beside you and breathed heavily, his dick still twitching after his release and he pulled you against him, needing to feel your body pressed against his. "You could say that again." Taeyang laughed out of disbelief and mere happiness as he looked over at you.

You were glowing, eyes sparkling in the late afternoon sun that was shining through the window. Last time he checked it just turned 1 when he walked up to the room to check on you.

"So, feeling pretty?" Taeyang smirked at you, raising an eyebrow to dare you to deny it. With a playful roll of your eyes, you hiked your leg over his and let the silence linger a little longer before answering him.

"I am feeling full, actually."

You were trying not to burst out in laughter at the way his jaw fell and how his ears were turning red but how could you not when he was everything you've dreamed of, you were just so happy you could love him like this, tease him whenever, your heart ready to burst from the happiness you were feeling.

He softly slapped your thigh, quickly messaging your muscles after, knowing it was probably gonna hurt after a couple of hours with the way he had you pressed against the matress and how he kept your legs locked around his waist, which reminded him.

"There is a premiere tonight.." This was what it all started, so he was a bit hesitant to bring it up now but he had to ask. He wouldn't be upset if you decided you didn't want to go, but he wasn't gonna lie either. He hoped you would go with him.

"Hmm." You hummed, smoothing down his hair that was wet with sweat as you thought about his question.

You knew that's how life was. There was always going to be something in this society that would make you feel less worthy than others, there were good days and sometimes there were days where you felt like crying but with Taeyang by your side (knowing that some people would tell you that a man shouldn't be the one to make you feel like you were worthy of love) you did feel beautiful, you did feel like you were capable of being loved for simply being who you were. And there was nothing wrong with that. Love is a basic necessity for a human after all. What is the world without love?

"There is a premiere indeed." Placing a kiss on his cheek, and one on his nose and the final one on his lips, you were more than ready to walk that red carpet with him. "That I would love to go to with you."

You could see his face lighting up more and he surprised you by rolling back ontop of you and you slapped his back, shaking your head with laugher. "We have to get ourselves ready if we want to be there, Tyang! Plus, I don't think I want to walk the red carpet with cum drying between my thighs no matter how much I love it."

And with that, Taeyang peeled you from the bed and guided you to the shower where he might have shown you again how hot you were to him.

[mlmxreader]

Say the Right Thing | Farah Karim x m!reader

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↳ ❝ “Just one chance, that’s all I ask for” Man, I love that prompt, I'm thinking of a scenario for Farah Karim. Now the reader like her a lot, but he always say the wrong thing at the wrong time everytime they met and apparently he can't keep his sarcastic mouth shut that make his attempt to ask her out failed so many times. Damn, feel like it's too specific if you didn't like the idea, feel free to just erase my ask ❞

: ̗̀➛ You just can't seem to say the right thing when trying to ask Farah out.

: ̗̀➛ swearing

↳ @mockerycrow

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You and Farah had been friends for as long as you could remember; neither of you quite sure if you met during primary or secondary school or even before that, but what you did know was that you loved her deeply.

The sight of her smile always took your breath away, always made your knees weak and your palms sweat as your heart pounded and felt like it was about to burst from your chest and flop to the floor; every time she wore her dark purple hijab, you could have screamed.

The colour always looked so good on her, it always brought out the beauty in her dark brown eyes and made it hard to concentrate on anything else, especially when she laughed at your jokes.

You couldn’t imagine a different life, if you were honest; a life without Farah didn’t seem as if it was worth living, you would have been completely lost without her.

She meant everything to you, and you were always so completely devoted to her; you would do anything for her, even given your life for the smallest chance that she wouldn’t get so much as a paper cut.

You loved being near her, sitting beside her and scrolling through your phone as she read one of her books; you liked those days with her, sitting in complete silence together and never paying attention to each other, but knowing that she was still there.

You loved her, well and truly, and you knew that you should have asked for her hand; you knew that you should have asked her to be your girlfriend, but you just couldn’t quite get the words out properly enough, and if there was anything you didn’t want to do, it was say the wrong fucking thing like you usually did. 

The first time you tried to ask her out, she had rendered you speechless the second she met your gaze.

After dealing with her recruits, Farah had been covered in sweat, her skin glittering in the midday sun, and although you tried, you kept opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water. 

“You’re sweating,” you said. “You’d look better if you showered.”

Farah gave you a quizzical look, furrowing her brows as she tilted her head to the side slightly. “Huh?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you muttered, shaking your head. “I meant… ah, fuck.”

She laughed, shaking her head fondly before wandering off to check with her men about how they were doing; you could only sigh as you cursed yourself for being such an idiot. 

Farah wasn’t an idiot, of course she knew what you were doing, and every time you failed to ask her out and to say the right thing, she could hardly hold back her laughter; it was cute to see you so flustered and fumbling over your words so much, and she thought it was quite funny, too.

The fact that most of it sounded snarky and sarcastic only helped, and although she did feel a little bad for not putting you out of your misery, she thought it was charming nonetheless.

You were so head over heels that you could hardly even speak when you were near her; it was charming, and it made her laugh. Farah always loved men who could make her laugh. You, especially.

She had always had a soft spot for you, and although she hadn’t expected you to try and ask her out, she couldn’t say she was shocked; there had always been something between the two of you.

She didn’t just keep by your side because she thought you were a good friend, and she didn’t enjoy your company just because she loved you in the platonic sense, either - otherwise, she would have spent as much time with you as she did with Alex.

But even Alex knew that if he wanted to find Farah, the chances were that she would be with you.

However, after seeing you fail one too many times, Farah knew that it was time to put you out of your misery; chasing after you until she was panting heavily, she grabbed your shoulder and turned you around, forcing you to look at her.

“I accept,” she told you bluntly, hunching over so that she could catch her breath.

You furrowed your brows, tilting your head as you glared at her. “What?”

Finally getting breath in her lungs, Farah stood upright again as she cleared her throat, smiling at you. “You’ve been trying to ask me out, and I know you can’t keep your mouth shut, so, I’m telling you now - I accept. I will go out with you.”

You were stunned, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water until she leaned forward and gently kissed you; your eyes went wide, and you nearly fell onto your back as you felt your entire body freeze. Staring at her blankly as she laughed at you, shaking her head.

“Farah?”

“Yes?” She hummed, stuffing her hands into her pockets.

“Just one chance, that’s all I ask for,” you mumbled. “Please?”

She grinned, swallowing thickly as she did her best not to burst out laughing all over again. “You can have as many chances as you want, habibi… just, please, stop torturing yourself by trying to ask me out.”

You nodded slowly, everything around you spinning as you grinned and laughed softly. “Just can’t seem to say the right thing, can I?”

“I don’t mind,” she hummed, shaking her head fondly. “I always love that you can make me laugh… and I always will, too.”

You dared to outstretch your hand, clearing your throat as you hoped that your fingers didn’t shake too much. “Can I hold your hand?”

“Yes,” Farah agreed, giving you her hand and lacing her fingers with hers, daring to swing her arm a little. “Come on, dinner’s in almost ten minutes, and I want to make sure everybody knows - if you’d like that, too?”

[moomoosomniatales]

Back 2 My Teenage Era

(part 1)

Genre: fluff (may contain suggestive language but other than that is pure fluff)

Author’s note: Wheepup imagine, enjoy!

You had been working with Mamamoo for the past few years and you loved it despite the busy schedule. After all, the girls made your job a lot more fun. Despite the panic they sometimes installed when they’d mess directly with you. Other than that, you enjoyed watching them spread havoc and hearing them laughing at the most unthinkable jokes.

“Yn-siii.” the tiny member whined as she clung onto your arm at the airport. Of course you’d panic, not only was there dispatch but it also refrained you from acting on any movement that could injure the girls.

“Miss Whee In, please.” was all you said in that authoritative tone of yours only to get an upset groan in return as she pouted, rejoining the girls’ side.

You had gotten into the driver’s seat once the girls had all entered the vehicle and took off. While the maknae created havoc with the other two, Whee In was silent. An unlikely situation. You frowned looking through the mirror at the quietly girl. There was this heaviness suddenly taking over your chest. As if somehow it was your fault she was suddenly quiet. But you dared not to speak a word.

That’s until you came to a stop by the dorm’s doorway and all the girls had exited the vehicle. Except for Whee In. Who seemed lost in her thoughts. “Miss Whee In? Yeoboseyo?” your voice was soft, a tenderness taking over it as you looked over your shoulder with concerned eyes.

“Mwo?” was all the petite member let out as she unbuckled the seatbelt, reaching for the door’s handle.

“Go out with me.” you blurted out without thinking. You had been meaning to ask her on a date ever since you became Mamamoo’s manager and security guard. A task not so easy to contain due to the extremely busy schedules of the girls as well as having to organize them yourself. Yet you’d been in that position for nearly a decade now.

“M-Mwo?” she stuttered out, hand frozen in the handle unable to open it as she stared at you through the mirror. And you sighed.

“Miss Whee In… I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now. I’ve never found the guts to but recently I’ve realized that unspoken feelings will one day become your biggest regrets…” you started, meeting her gaze through the small mirror. Nervously fidgeting to adjust yourself to a more comfortable position in the driver’s seat you took a deep breath. “This is most definitely not how I had planned to do it but I might’ve missed my chance if I didn’t. You were oddly quiet throughout the ride home… That is the complete opposite of your usual self…”

“YN.” her voice was assertive, doing exactly what she intended. It shut you up. You just stared at her through the tiny mirror, afraid to turn around and actually face those beautiful orbs. “Why do you keep pushing me away..?” she finally spoke after a few moments of silence took over, the assertiveness in her voice long gone as her eyes adverted down to the restless hands on her lap. Voice so quiet it almost sounded like a whisper.

With widened eyes, you turned around to finally face her, “I’m not pushing you away!” you nearly yelled, sighing as you face palmed yourself. How could she think that?

“You are… Everytime I get close to you.. you just shove me away like I’m nothing to you…” her words left you speechless, how could she think that was pushing her away?

“It’s nothing like that, Wheeinie… I just don’t want reporters to create unnecessary scandals about you.” it had been the first time in the last decade you’d work for Mamamoo that you had ever addressed Whee In in an informal manner.

“Did you just-” you sighed at her unfinished sentence.

“I didn’t ask you out for no reason, miss Whee In… I care about you. And I care a lot.” you openly admitted, back to your formal speech, leaving her mouth agape staring at you, “The last thing I would want for you is for your image to be wrecked… I’ve known and watched you for nearly a decade, I’ve seen your hard work. You can’t let that all just.. go to waste.”

“That was it..? All this time?” you simply nodded at her question, watching the famous dimple form as her lips spread into a smile. “How long..?”

“A while…” you hesitated, not wanting to admit how truly long it had been.

“Exactly how long is that while..?” she insisted, eyes boring into yours with a glimmer of hope. But when you hesitated, she sighed looking away. “I’ve been into you since a couple years back…”

Her confession left you flabbergasted. The girls were flirty by nature, specially Whee In and Moon Byul-yi. So you never took any of Whee In’s advances to heart, regardless of whether they left your tingling or not. “You do!?” was your immediate response, mouth agape and widened eyes.

Picking her head up, she nodded softly, “Why do you seem so shook..?” she frowned, eyes meeting yours with a loving gaze.

“I never thought you’d actually like me back…” you shamefully admitted your truth. “Had I known.. I would’ve asked you out all those years ago…”

“Years!?” Now it was her who seemed shook at the revelation but you simply nodded. Whee In looked out the car window before sighing. “The girls must be worried by now… Why don’t you come pick me up by midnight?”

With wide yet excited eyes you nodded to her suggestion, “What if they see you leaving at such a late hour..? Won’t that worry them?”

“They’ll be in their rooms by then. They can’t know about us, YN. Not yet…” she affirmed, sighing. “It’ll be harder to leave without Byul-yi noticing but I’ll manage. Please… be here by midnight.”

You nodded, “Just don’t get hurt trying to sneak out.” you stated and she smiled widely, quickly nodding as she hopped off the car running inside.

“Yah! What took you so long? What did our manager have to tell you?” It was Hyejin who grumbled, arms folded perfectly across her chest.

“Hm? Nothing. I just had a few questions, that’s all.” Whee In immediately responded, hoping they’d believe it, “I needed her opinion on my performance. I made a mistake and wanted to know if it was noticeable.”

They gave you a suspicious look but shrugged, “Alright. Let’s watch a movie before bed.” Yongsun suggested in a more affirmative way.

“You guys go ahead, I’m exhausted. I’m just gonna head to bed.” with a fake sleepy smile, Whee In excused herself. Taking advantage of the girls in the living room, Whee In quickly showered and threw on her best outfit before sneaking under the covers before Byul-yo opened the door to their shared quarters.

“Wheeinie?” calling softly, she approached your bed, “Are you sleeping?” she whispered trying to take a look at her face. “I guess you are.” she chuckled before climbing to the top of the bunk bed.

Once you heard her snoring, you sneakily went into the bathroom to get her make up done as well as her hair before quietly exiting the dorm.

In the meantime you had changed out of the usual suit attire into a white dress before doing a light makeup. Soon, you were headed towards Mamamoo’s dorms to pick her up. Patiently waiting for her to appear. Whee In quickly hopped into the passenger seat beside you, giggling. She felt like a total teenager for once in her life. Despite nearing her thirties.

“Hi.” Whee In greeted, a sudden shyness taking over her, making you giggle.

“Hello there. Where should we head?” You softly asked before turning to face her, jaw dropping at her stunning figure in her chosen attire.

“Mwo? Is it too much?” She insecurely asked, examining her outfit again but you immediately shook your head.

“Aniyo. You look stunning.. as always.” you smiled at her, hand, hesitant at first, reaching to fix a strand of her brunette locks.

“Oh- Gomawo.” her usual smile now overtaken with this shyness at the gesture.

“So.. Where to?” you asked but she shrugged.

“Somewhere with no extra eyes around.” she mumbled, eyes focused on yours as you nodded in agreement. You turned to face the road before stepping on the pedal.

You were glad you had cleaned your apartment the night before as you parked on the first floor of your garage, stepping out to open the door for your date.

“I hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t think of anywhere else that wouldn’t have people around.” you rubbed the back of your neck in shame but she simply giggled, shaking her head.

“Not one bit.” she smiled widely, arm sneakily tangling with yours, awaiting you to lead her. “What are we gonna do?”

“Have you had dinner?” you so bluntly asked and she denied so with her head, “Then I guess we’ll start with that.” you said, exiting the elevator that led you to your apartment floor, leading Whee In all the way down the corridor to the last door. Once the code was set, you opened the door and walked in.

So used to your job caring for the girls, you immediately took a pair of slippers from the shoe rack by the door and helped her step out of her shoes, “You know we’re not working, right?” she giggled and you blushed at the rhetorical question.

“Mianhae.” you apologized straightening yourself, nervously rubbing the back of your neck.

“It’s okay. Just relax.” she chuckled, linking arms back with you. “How is it that it’s your place but you’re the most nervous?” she teased with a giggle as you led her to your kitchen.

“In my defence, I’ve never been the one asking a girl out in the past…” you shamefully admitted, gathering the needed utilities to make Whee In’s favourite dish. You knew all the girls’ favourite dishes, fashion, hobbies, colours, animals. Nearly every single favourite thing about them. But Whee In’s always had a special spot. You knew by far more things about her than you probably should. You’ve always paid extra attention towards her. Whether it was for your unexplainable attraction to her or simply for her tinier stature in the group.

“So, I’m your first, hm?” Whee In nudged you, winking your way. You blushed profusely. Not only it was her the first girl you asked out on a date but hopefully in everything else. There was nothing to be ashamed of and yet you still felt ashamed that, at the age of 27, you still hadn’t had your first kiss despite the multiple first dates you’ve said yes to. But when you didn’t answer, her eyes widened. “Omo, omo! You’ve never been in a relationship before?”

You shook your head with a heavy sigh, “Not really… I’ve gone on first dates when asked out but back then school was my main focus.”

“What about now?” Whee In curiously asked.

“Work. It’s a really tight schedule plus I felt like I shouldn’t have any distractions that could lead to you and the girls’ safety being put at risk.” you shrugged, attempting to focus on the food you were preparing.

“Waa.. Daebak. Jinjja, you’re too professional.” Whee In said with a smile, “But you should never keep yourself from having a personal life because of us or work.”

The silence had taken over the two of you as you finished preparing the meal. The only spoken words were Whee In offering to help from time to time and your constant yet gentle nos. Until the table was set and the two of you sat across from each other.

“You know… I’ve dreamt a lot about this day.” Whee In suddenly blurted, and with disbelief you chocked on the piece of food you had just started chewing. “Omo! Gwenchana?”

You nodded quickly as an answer as you coughed up a bit. Her worried eyes scanning your expressions, “What do you mean?” you shyly asked once you had recover. Utensils set down as you awaited patiently for her answer.

“I tried to ask you out once before… I’ve been dreaming about or first date ever since then.” she admitted with a shrug while your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You couldn’t remember when she’d have asked you out in the past.

“You did?” you exclaimed out of shock. Had you been too naive towards her advances to miss such a big one?

“About a year ago, yeah. But I don’t think you caught it by the look on your face.” she giggled along with her simple words.

“Waa.. I really must have been too naive towards your advances.” you couldn’t help but to chuckle softly as you shook your head.

A blanket lying over the two of you, unfamiliar voices coming from the tv and your laughters filling the living room. You were unaware of how you ended up on your couch with your crush nuzzled into your side and her smaller arms surrounding your waist on your very first date but you didn’t mind it. Her warmth enveloping you felt strangely familiar, perhaps it was due to the amount of times she attached herself to your arm or the unexpected hugs you’d receive from her after the shows that made it all too familiar. But it felt like something beyond that. As if you’d been in those arms like this for a lifetime.

Distracted with one another, neither of you noticed the hours passing by until Whee In’s phone lit up from a notification. Eyes widening immediately at the immediate thought Byul, her roommate could’ve woken to her missing. Luckily it was just an email but it was time to bid goodbye. After all it was nearing 3 in the morning soon.

“Let me drive you home.” you quickly offered as Whee In threw her shoes on, who quickly denied.

“Ani. I’ll take a cab. It’s late.” she stated with her bright dimple smile.

“Exactly the more reason for me to drive you.” you crossed your arms and she sighed.

“Fine. Okay. But you’ll need to promise me you’ll text me as soon as you get home after.” she affirmed and you immediately nodded, throwing your shoes on before grabbing your keys and walking out with her towards the parking lot.

“Alright, alright. Deal.” you laughed, opening the door for her to hop in before closing the door and hoping in yourself on the other side.

Through the whole drive, you guys chatted and laughed until you were parking in front of her dorm. She took off her seatbelt and pressed a kiss to your cheek, “Thank you.” was all she said before rushing out the car. Her boldness left you paralyzed for a moment. Shaking your head to wake from the trance she left you in, you drove home.

Now in bed, you were ready to sleep when your phone went off. Picking it off the nightstand, you opened the notification.

Blushing at the choice of emoji, you texted back goodnight before setting your phone back down and sleeping away until morning. You had showered and gotten dressed in the usual suit attire before grabbing her phone. That’s when she noticed the text notification, smiling like an idiot as her cheeks reddened.

Whee In’s teasing always made your whole being tingle. You hoped Whee In wouldn’t try anything in public or it’d be your demise. You sighed, walking out of your apartment to go to the RBW building for a meeting. The girls wouldn’t work until later in the morning so you weren’t exactly in a rush despite the concern over Whee In’s early rising. You’d sneak in some texts through the meeting to make sure she was doing okay.

And when time came, you were parking in front of their dorms. Of course that Whee In had been looking out the window like a child waiting for a parent so the second she saw your van pull over, she rushed downstairs and out the house without a word to the girls, hopping into the front passenger’s seat with the widest smile. It was unlike her to take the driver’s seat, “Wheeinie, they’re gonna find it odd.” you softly warned.

“It’s okay! They won’t mind it.” her bright smile and sparkling brown orbs had you immediately caving into her desires.

Sighing, you dialed Solar’s number to let the girls know you were outside. “Ah, so that’s why Wheepup took off like crazy.” Solar chuckled and you nervously chuckled along. Soon the girls were hopping into the seats in the back, Hyejin stuck between the two secret lovebirds, Byul and Solar. Usually it was Byul stuck between the best friends.

“Wheepuuup! Take your seat back, please!” Hwasa whined begging for help.

“Sorry, bestie. I’m afraid I’m not feeling too well to go in the back today.” your eyes widened at Whee In’s response and immediately you felt concerned not realizing she was lying.

“Are you feeling ill? I can call the company, tell them you aren’t doing well.” you offered, hand placed over her forehead having the girls in the back look between each other.

“No need!” she cried out almost immediately, giving you the I’m not really sick look. And you sighed in relief, starting the engine.

Of course the girls found this odd but soon they were distracted creating chaos among them in the back to remember nor notice Whee In’s hand sneakily being placed on your thigh and remaining there for pretty much the whole way until you parked. You wasted no time in walking out and opening the door for Whee In and then for the rest of the girls as the rest of the security guards joined you, walking around the four girls until they were inside.

“Can’t wait for tonight.” The familiar soothing voice whispered into your ear as she held onto your arms.

“Wheein-ah… We’re in public.” your whole body tingled and your cheeks had once again become tinted by a red shade.

“For how long will I have to hide you..?” She whispered and you sighed. You hadn’t even made it official nor told the girls how could she think about exposing your relationship?

“Whee In… We’ve still got a long way to go… I can lose my job…” you spoke in a whisper and she sighed, pulling away and reuniting with the girls. It wasn’t that she got upset with you, rather more that she understood. She didn’t want to be the reason you get fired.

You sighed softly. Hurting her was the last thing you wanted but she had a career where dating was an extremely sensitive subject. Focusing on your job, you tried to get through the whole day without trouble and luckily Whee In allowed you to. Yet for some reason it saddened you that she stayed away.

You had been picking Whee In up at midnight every night for a date at your place. At first she’d go through the trouble of dressing up and putting on makeup until it turned into sweatpants and oversized T-shirts and no makeup. But the more you two hung out the more careless both of you became and Whee In would get home later and later by the night. And tonight seemed to be the night everything went wrong.

You two cuddled on the couch, blanket warming both your bodies as you watched another movie. That’s when the petite female rose her head to look at you, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

“Yes, gorgeous?” you asked with a chuckle as you turned to look at her.

“Can I kiss you?” she bluntly asked and your cheeks heated.

“I-I’ve never kissed anyone before…” you shamefully admitted, eyes now traveling back and forth between her own and her inviting lips.

“It’s okay. M-Me neither.” she stuttered embarrassed. She always had this confident demeanor, plus her beauty, you’d never guess no one had kissed her. But in many ways you felt this prideful feeling. “Can I..?”

You simply nodded and watched her gaze at your lips for a moment before staring at your eyes as she leaned in, eyes closing the closer her lips got to yours. And as you closed your eyes, that’s when her phone went off ruining the intimate moment.

Reaching for her phone, you hand it to her and watch as her eyes go wide.

“Byul-yi-” she wasn’t given any time to explain as the elder cut her off.

“Where are you right now, Whee In? It’s 4 in the morning.” it wasn’t that she controlled Whee In but waking up out of the blue in the middle of the morning for a glass of water and her roommate and best friend being gone. The worst went through her mind.

“I’m on my way home, I woke up and needed some fresh air.” Whee In lied, your eyes meeting hers as you let out a soft sigh.

“Maybe it’s time we tell them…” you whispered loud enough for Whee In to hear it but low enough for the phone not to catch it.

“Are you sure?” she whispered back and Byul found herself the more confused.

“Whee In, who are you whispering to?” she asked concerned and Whee In sighed softly.

“I’m talking to yn…” she admitted in a murmur barely audible.

“Yn? Our manager? Why on earth would she be awake at this hou-” she paused. A long pause that left Whee In mortified awaiting her to finish, “I knew it.” her tone was simple and affirmative.

“I knew you were sneaking out. And I had a feeling it was yn but why didn’t you just tell us..?” Byul sounded somewhat.. hurt.

“We were afraid… I’ll explain everything as I get home, Byul-yi…” Whee In softly spoke with a sigh and Byul just muttered a sure before ending the call.

“I’ll drive you home.” you got up to walk to the door. And although you understood Moon’s side, you were slightly disappointed it had ruined your moment. But maybe it was better this way.

“I can’t do it.” Whee In’s panicked eyes gazed into yours, making your heart drop while your hand raised to meet her cheek in your palm, thumb rhythmically rubbing tender circles on her skin.

“Hey, butterfly.” softly yet in such assertive manner you started to make her focus on you, “They’re your best friends. I’ve seen how much they care for you with my own two eyes. They’re just worried about you.”

“But what if it hurts them..? I don’t wanna hurt them.” her breathing fastened as she only worked herself up more.

“Whee In-ah!” you abruptly called, it wasn’t the first time you had seen her this worked up. Watery-eyes met yours without another word. You allowed her to take her time, breathing in and out as she tried to calm herself. Only when she seemed calmer enough did you speak, “Don’t cry. I’ll go with you if you want but you should be the one telling them.” your voice was back to the usual soft and tender tone whenever you were talking to her as you leaned in to kiss the lonely tear that escaped away.

She nodded with her lower lip stuck out and those big pleading eyes you could not resist. Over the years, you’d learn that Whee In was but a grown up baby. Usually people think being a baby is being immature but that wasn’t the case at all. She was a mature human being who made grown up decisions everyday but there was just something about her. The way she shined in her innocence, how she had managed to keep it so close to her in a world set to rip it away from you. The big reactions you’d get out of her if you’re one of her people. The way she whines like a child and pleas with her so characteristic pout. The way she clung to those close to her, the way she craves their attention. How shy and scared she is to meet new people, to interact with strangers. It all reminded you of a baby. And despite her being a year older than you, you just must protect her at all costs.

You started the engine once again to park the car before hopping down and walking to their dorm with her. Before reaching for the keys she turned to you, “What if only Byul’s awake?”

“Then we’ll tell Byul for the time being and we’ll tell the rest of the girls in the morning.” you said, hands snaking around her from behind to stop at her stomach, fingers laced. “How’s that sound?” you then pressed a tender kiss to the back of her head.

“Sounds good.” eyes closed for a moment enjoying the warmth your embrace provided. Reopening them to unlock and open the door. You had pulled away, following her as quietly as possible as you realised the house was pitch black and completely silent. Kicking your shoes off quietly by the door. you continued to follow her to god knows where.

“Are they all asleep?” you whispered and she confirmed, quietly opening the door to what you assumed was her and Byul’s room.

“Wheein-ah. What the fuck. You had me worried si- oh my. Hello, Miss LN.” she started off until she noticed you standing behind Whee In. A little bow as usual as she greet you.

“Just YN unnie, please. We’re not working. Are the rest of the girls sleeping?” you bowed as well, smiling rather nervous. You tried to appear as less nervous as possible since Whee In already looked worried enough. “Wheeinie?”

“Ah… right.. you see… I… YN… we…” she stummered and Byul sighed.

“Why don’t we all just take a sit? This will take a while.” was all Byul said gesturing to the bed and you had to discreetly tug on Whee In’s shirt as you walked past her to make her join the two of you. “You can just blurt it out, Wheepup. I already know what’s coming.” Byul chuckled, lighting the mood.

“We’ve wanted to tell you but we were afraid… We haven’t made it official yet… And-And-And-” Whee In struggled to explain, still scared of whatever was to come out of this. You sneaked your hand between her joined hands that fidgeted together and it seemed to immediately calm her.

“And YN could lose her job?” Byul finished for her and Whee In merely nodded, “Wheepup, do you really think we want that for her? She’s been with us nearly since our debut. She’s family too.”

You were taken aback but truth is they did treat you like family and you know them well enough. After all, no one who knew them from their music videos and performances would know these four girls were the most awkward around people. Specially Whee In who’s terrified of meeting new people. You still remember when you first introduced yourself to the girls, Whee In immediately hid behind her unnies.

“It just- We just-” Whee In stammered, making Byul chuckle.

“There’s just one question I have tho…” the older female trailed off, making the two of you look at each other before back at her, Whee In’s grip on your hand tightening. “How long?”

You looked at Whee In, despite her facing Byul, “About a month.” you answered with honesty, nerves eating at your stomach.

“So.. have you two kissed?” her curiosity got the best of her. And with eyes wide both you and Whee In shook your heads no. Byul immediately gave the two of you a don’t-lie type of look before her eyes widened instead. “You guys sure are taking it slow. Anyways, stay over. It’s nearly 6 in the morning and I’m guessing neither of you has had any sleep.”

“I mustn’t, Hyejin and Yongsun still don’t know. I don’t want to overstep any boundaries.” you quickly said and the petite girl attached to you by the hand turned quickly with those pleading eyes of hers and her signature pout.

“You already did when you decided to date Yongsun’s baby.” Byul teased and you panicked. She was gonna give you the lecture of a lifetime, wasn’t she?

“She’s gonna end me, isn’t she?” now it was you who tightened the hold on Whee In’s hand and the same gave you a I’m-sorry smile.

“You’ll get threatened at most. She can’t hurt a fly.” Byul chuckled softly, “Please, I insist. Look at her. Can you really say no to that adorable face?” she stated pointing at Whee In’s pleading look. Byul was enjoying teasing you and it was clear to see.

You sighed giving in, there was no way you could say no to that, specially when you knew if you did, she’d get teary-eyed. And that was the last thing you wanted. “What about in the morning?”

“You’ll tell them everything. Now get to sleep.” Byul said raising from the bed to go collect something before throwing one of her oversized shirts throwing it your way. “She’s too tiny to have anything that’ll fit you so use that for tonight.”

You nodded and asked where you could change only for Whee In to lead you to the bathroom before proceeding to change herself into her pajamas. It didn’t take you long to join them. Byul laying in her bed facing Whee In’s as they talked while Whee In sat against the headboard waiting for you. And of course, the second you walked out she tapped the bed beside her for you to join her.

You’ve cuddled a million times by now on your couch or even the floor of your living room by the fireplace but you’ve never laid beside her nor cuddled in front of anyone so it was no surprise how shy you felt despite walking towards her anyway. It was as if your legs were on automatic.

“You don’t have to be so shy, yn. It’s nothing out of the ordinary?” Byul reassured only to tease you right after, “It’s not like you’re gonna eat each other out.”

Your cheeks immediately heated and Whee In giggled, she was so used to Byul’s dirty jokes by now that she simply laughed at them. Her hands cupped your flushed cheeks to press her nose to yours before laying down and pulling the covers over the two of you.

“I just have a question.” Whee In blurted as you wrapped your arms around her, spooning her. Her hand rested on yours that rested on her stomach while her other hand was trapped between her cheek and the pillow. “What if Yongsun unnie comes to wake us up like she does sometime?”

“I’ll most likely be awake by then so I’ll keep that from happening, don’t worry.” Byul stated with a shrug, giving the two of you a reassuring smile, “But you’ll have to tell them in the morning about you two.”

You nodded and so did Whee In with a sleepy yawn escaping her. You could tell by how much calmer her breath was that she was already dozing off, so you pulled her closer before falling asleep yourself.

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oh. my. stars.

THE TALENT????? this is genuinely one of the most fantastic, moving, emotional fics i have ever read!!!! op, you are such a marvelous writer!!! i hope this gets all the notes and recognition! i. CRIEDDDDD. this genuinely depicts and invokes such raw emotion, and i loved every second of it!!!! the delusions were real for our favorite spectacled clone!!! this is poetry and torture at the same time. THE WAY I BELIEVED SHE WASNT COMING BACK AND IT WOULD END WITH TECH’S DEATH BUT BOOM. I WAS SO RELIEVED WHEN SARAD SHOWED UP.

I loved all of the repetition with the “it wasn’t fair”s and “it was the logical thing to do”s!!

had to put my fave lines under the cut bc these shook me to my CORE.

He loved you. And now he was never going to see you again.

Tech had never liked anger. It was messy, disorganized, and dangerous. It had been a long time since he had last felt the full force of his anger, but now it was back, and it was worse than before. Because, unlike before, his anger was mixed with grief.

The memory ended there, and Tech blinked, realizing that his vision was blurry. A single tear had escaped his control, and he reached up and wiped it away with the back of his hand. He missed you.

THE ENTIRE RECORDING BIT DESTROYED ME.

“I'm safe, and I'm alive. I'll find you again. No matter what happens, I love you. Sarad.”

“But…why?” “Because I love you.” He'd been speechless. "Oh," he'd said. You'd laughed, and he had been able to do nothing but stand there and stare at you. "I'm sorry," you had said. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." "No, no," he had managed. "It's...'m fine. Just...you..." "Love you?" "Yes." "I do." "Oh." -> WATCH HOW HARD I CAN CRY!

“I find you to be odd in a pleasant way,” he had explained. “You’re…different. In a good way.”

That was where his memory ended. But the words came back to him, and he found himself repeating them. "I love you," he whispered.

And, when his tears were spent, he would close the file, and he would put his emotions aside, and he would move on. He would have to. Because that was the logical thing to do.

Your name came out as a strangled cry, and he stumbled towards you, his heart hammering in his chest. He could hear his brothers calling out behind him, their voices distant and muted. He barely registered their words, or their presence, or anything other than the sight of you in front of him. You were real.

“You changed your hair,” -> THIS ONE GETS ME EVERYTIME ISTG…

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I should have said it. Every day."

Infinite Possibilities of the Universe

Pairing: Tech x fem!Reader / Tech x Jedi!Reader

Words: 9,466

Tags/Warnings: angst with a happy ending, grief/death/mourning, brief description of anxiety attack/autistic meltdown, reader is referred to as Sarad

Summary: You fell on Kaller, and Tech is the only one who can't let you go. But he knows what the others don't: you're alive, and you're coming back to him. All he has to do is be patient.

A/N: This is sad right up until the end I'm sorry. Thank you @baddest-batchers for the prompt!

Dantooine’s sun shone down on the fields, glinting off of the armor and helmets of the Batch as they relaxed in the afternoon rays. Wrecker and Omega had run off a few hours ago to go find some animal or another, so it was just the boys and a few crates of spare parts that needed to be sorted and put away.

They were in no hurry, and so Hunter and Echo took up a spot by one of the few Blba trees around for miles and started going through the boxes, pulling out pieces that they could repair and reuse, setting aside what needed to be scrapped. It was mindless work, and so it wasn't long before they started up a game of saigok to pass the time.

Tech, as always, was holed up inside the Marauder. The rest of the squad could hear him tinkering around in there, and had learned to tune out the quiet sounds of clinking and clicking from inside.

This time, though, Echo heard the quiet murmur of his voice, and glanced over at Hunter.

The Sergeant was leaning back against the tree, arms folded and legs stretched out in front of him, eyes closed as he basked in the sunlight. He looked perfectly at peace, but Echo knew that he was very much aware of everything that was going on around him.

And yet he hadn’t said anything.

Echo frowned and turned to look over his shoulder, but all he could see was the open ramp of the Marauder, the top of which was hidden by a row of tall, green plants.

He turned back to his game with Hunter, trying to concentrate on the board and the pieces, but he couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was amiss.

It didn't take him long to lose his second piece. Hunter, ever the tactician, didn't comment on it, and so the two played on, both lost in their own thoughts until Echo couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

"Do you think Tech's alright?"

Hunter opened his eyes, looking at Echo. His expression didn't change, but he sat up straighter. “I'm sure he's fine."

Echo wasn't convinced. "He's been up there for a while. I don't think I've ever seen him this quiet."

Hunter shrugged. "He's probably tinkering with his new project, the one he keeps in his bunk."

"But—“

"I can hear him talking," Hunter interrupted, closing his eyes again. "He's just not talking to us. You know he does that sometimes."

“That's not the point." Echo looked back over his shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of whatever Tech was doing. "Something doesn't feel right."

Hunter was quiet for a moment, and then let out a sigh. “He’s talking to her.”

"Who? Omega?"

"No."

Echo thought back over the past months. He'd overheard Tech muttering to himself several times, but it was never about a her, as far as he could tell. Then it hit him.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"But she's—“

"I know," Hunter said. He sighed again and shifted, folding his arms behind his head and leaning back against the trunk. “But that's how Tech copes. He talks to her. She's not gone, not for him."

Echo wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, and so he didn't. Instead, he got to his feet and headed over to the Marauder.

Inside the cockpit, he could see the back of Tech's head as he sat in the pilot's seat. The door was open, and so Echo didn't feel the need to announce his presence. He walked down the hall, listening closely.

"—and the power converters in the shield generators have been giving me trouble lately. I'll need to do a more thorough investigation soon."

Echo ducked next to the wall of the cockpit, listening. Tech was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little softer.

"You would love this planet, Sarad. There are hundreds of new species of creatures and flora to document. It's very beautiful here. You would enjoy the sunshine."

Echo felt a sharp pain in his chest. It wasn't just his mechanical parts, though those often ached with phantom pains, especially when it rained. This pain was different, and it made him pause. Your loss had hit them all hard, and even now, months later, he could feel the lingering effects.

Tech had taken it the hardest. Your relationship hadn't been a secret, and he'd spent nearly every waking hour with you when he could. And then...

Don't, he told himself, pushing the memories away. Just don't.

But he couldn't stop himself from looking up, his gaze landing on the little shelf that hung above Tech's bunk. On it among the scattered parts and tools sat a little model ship, a small clay flower, and a holo-pic.

It was a photo of the six of them, back on Coruscant, when things had been simpler. You were sitting on a crate, legs crossed, hands on your knees, a grin on your face. The others were gathered around you, and you couldn't tell by their smiles how much you had begged and pleaded with them to sit still for five minutes.

"What's the point of taking a holo-pic if we aren't going to smile?"

"A holo-pic isn't worth the hassle."

"Come on, it'll be fun! Tech, come here. I want you to be in it, too."

"But I'm busy."

"Please? For me?"

"...Very well."

Tech wasn't even looking at the camera, he was too busy watching you.

You had noticed, and you had reached over and gently nudged his arm, and the holo-pic captured the moment perfectly.

After the click of the camera you had jumped to your feet, excitedly showing off your own copy. Tech had tried to act indifferent, but Echo had noticed him looking at it often, and more than once had caught him smiling softly as he did so.

It had been Omega who suggested that the photo be added to the little shelf, despite never knowing you. And after a little persuasion from the rest of the crew, Tech had finally relented.

And now the picture was tucked into a frame next to the little clay flower you had made, the ship hanging above it. They were the only two things on the shelf that didn't belong to Tech, and they were the two things that Echo had never seen him without.

Echo hadn't thought much about it, but the memory was suddenly crystal clear. Tech, his arm around your waist, a soft smile on his face. The look in his gaze was unmistakable.

He loved you.

And now he was never going to see you again.

Echo looked away, swallowing the lump that rose in his throat. He didn't want to intrude any more than he already was, and so he retreated back down the ramp.

When he got back to the tree, Hunter had abandoned their game and was now sitting cross legged, elbows resting on his knees. He watched Echo approach and raised his eyebrows.

"Well?"

Echo sighed and sat down. "You were right."

"What did he say?"

Echo looked down, picking up a loose twig and turning it over in his hands. "Just...talking to her. About what they would do, if she was here."

Hunter didn't reply, and so Echo continued, "She'd like it here. It's peaceful. No wars."

He could feel Hunter's eyes on him, but kept his own eyes on the twig, running his thumb over the smooth bark.

"He's still waiting for her."

"I know."

Echo sighed. He hated not knowing what to do, especially when it came to Tech. "I wish he would talk to us about it. She's been gone for nearly four months. You'd think he would have let her go by now."

Hunter shook his head. "You and I both know that he's not going to let her go. Not as long as there's a chance she's still out there."

"But there isn't a chance," Echo pointed out, "He saw her fall, didn't he?"

"That's not what he believes."

"Why not?"

"You know why not," Hunter replied. "She was the only person who saw the galaxy the same way he did. They understood each other, and not in the way that we do."

"So what, we just let him go on thinking that she might still be out there? It's not good for him, you have to know that."

Hunter didn't respond right away.

"Tech knows what he's doing," he said finally. "If he wants our help, he'll ask for it. For now, we have to respect his boundaries. And that means no talking about her, not even in passing. If Tech wants to think that she's still out there, then that's what we have to let him believe. That's how he copes."

Echo wasn't thrilled, but he didn't want to go against Hunter's wishes, and so he stayed silent. He turned his attention back to the box of spare parts, and for a while the two of them worked in silence. But every once in a while, Echo would glance up at the Marauder and the tiny figure that was hunched over the navicomputer.

He knew that Hunter was right. There wasn't much that he could do to help. But that didn't mean he had to like it.

Tech stared at the datapad in his hand, but his mind wasn't really on the screen. Instead, his thoughts were turned towards the planet outside and the sun-soaked fields that he had left his brothers in. He knew that it was a beautiful day, but he couldn't bring himself to get up and go out there.

Not while Sarad wasn't with him.

His fingers tightened around the edges of the datapad, knuckles turning white. A sudden surge of anger coursed through him, and he wanted nothing more than to hurl the datapad across the cockpit, but he managed to reign it in and set the device down on the console, his grip still tight.

He didn't know why it bothered him so much, having to spend this day alone. The anniversary of your first meeting had never seemed like a big deal to him before. Of course, that was because you had been there. Now, though, with nothing but empty space between him and the rest of the galaxy, he had never felt so isolated.

He had been trying to distract himself, but none of his usual tinkering projects could hold his attention. Nothing seemed to be able to block out the emptiness, and his anger.

Tech had never liked anger. It was messy, unorganized, and dangerous. It had been a long time since he had last felt the full force of his anger, but now it was back, and it was worse than before.

Because, unlike before, his anger was mixed with grief.

You had talked about it once, when you were lying in his bunk, curled up against each other, your head tucked against his neck, fingers tracing absent patterns over his chest.

"What would you do, if something happened to me?"

He had frowned, not understanding why you would ask him such a thing. "Nothing will happen to you."

"Just pretend," you'd insisted. "If I were gone, what would you do?"

He had tried to imagine it, and the thought had sent a chill down his spine. He had never felt that way about someone before, and the thought of losing you was too terrible to even consider.

"I'd find you," he'd said.

"But what if you couldn't?"

"That is not possible. There is no place that you could go that I would not follow. Even if we were separated by the entire galaxy, I would still find a way."

"Tech, come on. Pretend with me. If you couldn't find me, and you thought I was gone, what would you do?"

He had considered your words for a moment, then answered, "I would keep looking. You wouldn't leave me. Not without telling me first."

You had lifted your head, a small, sad smile on your lips. "How do you know that?"

"I just do."

The look in your eyes was indecipherable. "You can't know that. There are no guarantees, Tech. If I'm gone, then I'm gone. I'm part of the living Force, and eventually I'll return. You can't stay stuck on me. You'll have to move on, one way or another."

He hadn't liked that idea. He couldn't even fathom the possibility of her being gone.

"No."

"Tech..."

"No," he'd said, more firmly this time. "You wouldn't leave. You wouldn't. And I will always find you."

Your eyes were shining, and he didn't understand.

"Why are you talking about this?" he'd asked. "There's no reason for you to leave. You'll stay with us."

"You don't know that. There's a war, Tech, anything could happen."

"No."

"But—"

"We are not talking about this anymore." He'd said, cutting you off. He couldn't bear to think about it, and he was beginning to feel uneasy. You were the first person who had ever cared about him, and the idea of losing you was unfathomable.

"But—"

"Stop," he'd said, more harshly than he'd meant to.

You'd stopped, staring at him. Then, slowly, your head had lowered, and you'd pressed your face against his neck again.

"I'm sorry," you'd said quietly.

"It's alright," he'd replied, feeling bad about the way he had snapped at you. He hadn't meant to get angry, but the thought of losing you was terrifying. He needed you.

You'd pulled yourself closer, arms wrapping around him, holding onto him as tightly as you could. He'd hugged you back, and the two of you had laid there together, and eventually, you had fallen asleep. 

Tech lied awake that night, staring at the ceiling, trying to imagine what it would be like if you were gone.

He hadn't been able to do it.

And yet, here he was, barely keeping a tight grip on his emotions, the ache in his chest threatening to consume him.

It wasn't fair.

None of this was fair.

Tech had always tried to accept things as they were. It was easier, and he had never found it worth the effort to question his reality. Sarad, though, had been different.

Sarad had never accepted the world as it was. You had never allowed yourself to settle for things that were. And so you had changed everything, just by being there. But now you were gone. And so the galaxy, and his life, had returned to its previous state.

Tech's eyes burned, but he was able to keep the tears at bay. It was the same way that he had done every day since you fall.

It isn't fair, he thought again. It isn't fair.

If only you were here, Sarad. You could fix this. You could fix anything.

His thoughts drifted back to his brothers, who were undoubtedly wondering what was wrong with him. He knew that they had questions, but they would never ask him. They had an unspoken agreement to never talk about you, and while he appreciated their respect, he couldn't help but wish that they would break it, just this once.

Then maybe he wouldn't have to sit here alone, the cockpit cold and dark around him, as he tried to keep his anger under control.

Sarad would have known what to do.

A memory surfaced, and for the first time in months, he let it come.

It had been early in the morning, and they had been on an unknown planet, waiting for a storm to pass before they could leave. They had all been asleep, except for Sarad, who had decided to go outside to get some air. You had asked him if he wanted to come with you, and so the two of you had stepped outside into the cool darkness.

The storm clouds had blocked out the stars and the moonlight, and it was pitch black outside. You had held onto his arm, and he had kept a hand on the blaster at his hip, as neither of them could see more than a few feet in front of them. And when you were far enough away from camp, you stopped.

"Isn't it amazing?"

Tech had looked at you. "What is?"

"The universe," you said, staring up at the sky. "All the planets, and the stars, and the endless possibilities."

"It's certainly a vast place," Tech had replied, "but what exactly makes it amazing?"

"The fact that it exists."

"Many things exist. Most people wouldn't find that particularly exciting."

"True," you had said. "But it's different when it comes to the universe."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"I suppose I could compare it to an individual," you had mused, "If you had lived your whole life knowing only the inside of one small house, and then suddenly you found out that there was a whole galaxy beyond it, wouldn't you be excited to see the stars?"

"I would be curious, yes."

"I feel the same way, but with the universe. Every time I look up at the stars, I know that there are millions of other planets, with thousands of other species. The sheer chance of a person like me existing in a place like this is astounding. So many things have had to go just right, and even then, the probability of my being here, now, is almost infinitesimal."

"The chances of a life such as ours are incredibly slim," Tech had agreed.

"I think that's what makes it special."

"What do you mean?"

"The universe is infinite," you had explained, "So the chances of my ever meeting someone from another part of the galaxy are infinitesimally small. But because the universe is infinite, that means that there are an infinite number of possibilities. And so there's a possibility that we could meet, that we could work together. The chances are so slim that they're practically nonexistent, but the possibilities are infinite."

"I don't know that I would have ever thought about it that way."

"Well, then, maybe we could explore the infinite possibilities of the universe together," you had suggested with a shrug of your shoulder. "It'll be fun. Just the two of us."

"And what if our infinite possibilities are limited to the confines of a single ship?"

"That would be fine," you had told him, smiling. "As long as we're together, then it doesn't matter where we go."

The memory ended there, and Tech blinked, realizing that his vision was blurry. A single tear had escaped his control, and he reached up and wiped it away with the back of his hand.

He missed you.

There were so many things that he wanted to say, so many words that had never been said. There was so much that you had left unfinished, so many plans and ideas that you had yet to accomplish, and now he feared it was too late.

Tech turned his focus back to his datapad, scrolling through the files. He stopped on one in particular, and for a moment, just looked at it.

Then he hit play.

It was a video, recorded shortly after his brothers had left you alone for the night. He hadn't been sure why he had made it at the time, but looking back now, he could see the reason. He had wanted to remember you.

The video began to play, and his breath caught in his throat as he watched you, bathed in the pale light of the computer, eyes shining as you spoke. You looked at the camera, and for a moment, Tech felt as though you were looking straight at him.

He couldn't hear the words, not anymore. But he knew them by heart, and so his mouth moved silently as he watched the recording, committing every moment, every gesture, every expression to memory.

“What are you doing?” Sarad asked, looking at the camera.

Tech had shifted, feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable.

"Just...recording."

"Recording what?"

"This," he had answered, gesturing around him. It hadn’t been a very good answer, and you had laughed.

"Why?"

"To...to document our trip."

"That sounds very scientific."

"It is."

"Well, I don't really understand," you had replied, "But I suppose you could always explain it to me later."

"I'll have to. I'm sure you'll have plenty of questions."

"Then you'll have to tell me everything," you had said. "And don't leave anything out. I want to know every detail."

"That will take quite a while."

"Then we'll just have to spend a lot of time together."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Perhaps," you had replied. Then, smiling, "Yes, I suppose it is. I would like to spend a lot of time with you, Tech."

"Then perhaps I will tell you," he had said.

You had smiled, and he had smiled back.

"I look forward to it."

When the video ended, he started it again, watching the familiar image, memorizing the way your hands moved and the curve of your smile and the brightness of your eyes. He watched it until his eyes burned, and then he watched it once more.

And when the pain became too much, and the anger rose up and threatened to overwhelm him, he played it again, and again, and again.

And eventually, the pain subsided, and the anger was pushed aside, and all he felt was you.

"I look forward to it," the recording said.

"I do, too," Tech murmured.

“You’ll have to tell me everything.”

"Then we'll just have to spend a lot of time together."

He could see the love in your eyes, and his breath caught in his throat. He hadn’t seen it then, hadn’t even considered the possibility. But looking back now, the memory of your love was so clear, and it took his breath away.

"Yes, I suppose it is. I would like to spend a lot of time with you, Tech."

He watched the video once more, and when it was over, he closed the tab and stared at his reflection in the blank screen.

He could still feel the anger, but it had lessened, and was no longer directed at the universe. It was, instead, aimed at himself.

You should have known, he thought, his fingers tightening around the edges of the datapad. You should have seen the signs. You should have said something.

It isn’t a logical thought. He couldn’t have known what would happen on Kaller and everything that followed, and he had had no reason to believe that anything would change.

And yet, his mind was convinced that he had missed something, that he could have prevented you from ever leaving his side.

It isn't logical, but he still feels it.

Slowly, his grip on the datapad eased, and he turned his attention back to his reflection. He saw his eyes were rimmed with red, and his hair was tousled from where he had run his hands through it.

Sarad would have liked that.

You would have teased him for his messy hair, and then you would have smoothed it out and laughed. You would have been the only person he would have let do something like that.

His hands were shaking, and he took a deep breath, forcing his muscles to relax.

It will pass, he told himself. It will pass. I will see her again. It will pass.

He repeated the phrase over and over in his mind, letting the words fill him and block out the anger. He had lost you, but you weren't gone. Not forever. 

There, buried in the scores of data files and programs that made up his datapad, was the last message he received from you. Dated nearly three months ago, it was heavily encrypted, and he’d required a cypher to unlock it.

Inside, there was a simple message:

"I'm safe, and I'm alive. I'll find you again. No matter what happens, I love you. Sarad."

Tech had spent the first month after Kaller trying to decipher the message. It had taken him days, but when he finally figured it out, the words had been like a lifeline. There were no coordinates, and no indication of where you had gone. All Tech had was your promise, and his belief that you would always keep your word. He knew that the message was a risk, but you had known that he would never stop looking, and so you had sent him something to hold on to, and it had been enough.

He had held onto your words since, keeping them close to his heart. He had read the message hundreds of times, and had never gotten tired of it. And whenever he felt lost, or alone, or angry, he would read it once more, and allow the words to guide him back.

They were a promise, and so he would wait.

He would wait, and when you came back to him, he would be ready. He would never let you go. 

Then, as the sun began to set outside, he put the datapad aside and looked up. Outside the window, the stars were beginning to appear. And, he thought, if his infinite possibilities were limited to the confines of a single ship, then he would spend the rest of his life traveling with you.

And so he turned the lights off and sat in the dark, the stars reflecting in his goggles as he gazed out at the galaxy.

And he waited.

Tech waited until the others had fallen asleep before settling into the cockpit. He didn't want any distractions, just as he didn’t want his brothers to worry. They would, though, even without him saying a word. They were good at that.

He didn’t mind, though. He only wished he could tell them the truth. But it wasn’t his secret to share. They wouldn’t believe him anyway, he knew, and so it was better this way.

So, when the lights were out and the engines had quieted, he slipped away from the bunks and down the hall, taking his place at the pilot's seat.

He sat down and leaned back, getting comfortable before he took out his datapad and typed in the code. A single message appeared on the screen, and Tech read it one more time, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

"I'm safe, and I'm alive. I'll find you again. No matter what happens, I love you. Sarad."

Satisfied, he closed the message and lifted his hand to the recording device on his goggles, and started a new file.

"Hello Sarad. Today, we logged a total of 17 hours in hyperspace, which brings our total log to 18,802 hours. The others have grown tired of counting, but I have continued the process. In fact, I believe we will be able to exceed 20,000 hours by the end of the year."

Tech paused, and then took a deep breath.

"There isn't much to report today, and so I have decided to share a few memories. First, I would like to remind you of the time we were stranded on Mygeeto, when we got lost in the mountains and spent three days trying to find our way back to the others."

Tech smiled, remembering the snow and the cold and the laughter. It was the first time the two of them had ever argued, but by the end of it, they were laughing so hard she could barely walk.

"I recall that I had told you several times to wear warmer clothing," he went on, "but you had insisted that the extra layers would hinder your movement. I am pleased to report that you eventually listened, although not until the second day, and the result was that you had to wear half of my gear and could hardly move without assistance."

He smiled at the memory, and then continued, detailing the various mishaps and misadventures of that mission. “You didn't mind, though, and you even thanked me. I have never heard anyone thank me for being right before, but I suppose there's a first time for everything."

He paused, and his voice grew quiet.

"You were the first to admit that you had been wrong, and the first to apologize. That was something else that I hadn't experienced before. Your apology was accepted, of course. I never held the incident against you, and I have never been able to be mad at you for more than a few minutes. That hasn't changed, either."

Tech sighed and adjusted his glasses.

"We're almost to our destination. The others are asleep, and the ship is quiet. I know you would enjoy the peace and quiet. There's no sound quite like the hum of the engines, and the silence of space."

He fell silent, thinking about what he wanted to say next. He took another breath, and his next words were spoken almost reverently.

"I miss you, Sarad. I hope you are well. I know that you will contact me when you are ready, and I am confident that it will be soon. But until then, I will keep the record, and I will share it with you when you return. For now, though, I will wait.

"I love you, Sarad. And I will see you soon."

And, his eyes fixed on the stars outside, he reached up and switched off the recording.

For a while, he just sat there, staring out the window at the stars. They blurred, and he blinked, the tears gathering on his eyelashes. He wiped them away, and then looked down at his hands. They were still shaking, and he curled them into fists, trying to stop the tremors.

Eventually, the shaking stopped, and Tech looked up at the stars again. He didn't know why he was shaking, or why his hands were sweating, or why his throat felt so tight.

Perhaps it is because I am afraid, he thought.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it was true.

He was afraid, because he didn't know when, or even if, you would contact him again. He didn't know if he would see you again. And even if he did, he didn't know what would happen.

So many questions, and so few answers.

He was used to working with facts, but he was finding that this situation was lacking. And that meant that he didn't know what would happen.

It was frightening, the not knowing.

Tech was used to being in control. It was his job, as the technician and navigator of the team. He had to know how to fix things, and when to do it, and where. But he had no control over you, and no control over the galaxy, and no control over the future.

And that scared him.

But then, suddenly, he remembered something you had said to him, long ago, on a different planet and a different day.

You'd asked him about a strange phenomena occurring on the horizon, and he had floundered in his answer. The best he could ascertain, it was some sort of magnetic field, caused by a large mass of rock below the surface. He hadn’t been certain, and it had bothered him.

He had been frustrated, but you had only smiled and placed a hand on his arm.

"That's okay," you'd told him. "It doesn't have to have an explanation. It can just be. If we try to figure out the cause of everything, we won't have time to enjoy it.”

He had tried to argue, but had eventually given in.

"Besides," you'd added, "I'd rather spend time with you, and not on finding the answer.”

Your words had surprised him, and for a moment, he hadn’t been able to respond.

"You...want to spend time with me?"

"Of course I do," you had replied.

"But...why?"

"Because I love you."

He'd been speechless.

"Oh," he'd said.

You'd laughed, and he had been able to do nothing but stand there and stare at you.

"I'm sorry," you had said. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, no," he had managed. "It's...I'm fine. Just...you..."

"Love you?"

"Yes."

"I do."

"Oh."

Tech had had no idea how to respond. The words didn't seem real. But when you had smiled, and reached for his hand, he had finally begun to understand.

"I'm sorry," you had apologized again. "I've wanted to say that for a while, but I wasn't sure how. I thought that you would find it odd."

“You are odd, yes," he had agreed, "but not in the way you think."

"What do you mean?"

"I find you to be odd in a pleasant way," he had explained. "You're...different. In a good way."

"That's very poetic, coming from you."

"I was not being poetic," he had corrected you. "I was simply stating the truth."

Sarad had laughed again. "So what is it, then?"

"You are unique," he had told you. "There is no one else like you. You are an anomaly, and a rare one at that. I am glad to have met you."

You had been quiet for a moment.

"I'm glad, too," you had said.

And then you had kissed him, and he had felt something new and exciting and wonderful.

"I love you," you had murmured.

He had been unable to say the words back, but he had known that he would say them one day. And, after that, every day.

And so he had kissed you, and the two of you had watched the lightshow together, and it had been perfect.

Tech looked up at the stars now, remembering the way the sky had glowed, and the warmth of your hand on his arm.

That was where his memory ended. But the words came back to him, and he found himself repeating them.

"I love you," he whispered.

The words seemed small and insignificant compared to the vastness of space, and the galaxy, and all the planets and stars beyond. But they were real, and they were true, and that was all that mattered.

They were real, and so were you.

And the not knowing was terrifying, but Tech was patient. He would wait, and he would see you again. And the words would mean more then, because he would be able to say them, and you would hear them, and everything would be alright.

Tech believed in the infinite possibilities of the universe, and this was his.

This was his, and so he would wait, and he would remember, and he would know that the words were true, and someday, he would say them to you again.

Every day, Tech waited for a signal.

And every day, there was nothing.

His patience began to wane, and every time the Marauder made a stop, he would search the area for a sign, a clue, anything that would lead him to you. But he never found anything, and he would have to go back to the ship empty-handed.

His recordings to you were becoming short, and less frequent. He couldn't hide the bitterness and disappointment from his voice, and so he recorded fewer messages.

He didn't know why you hadn't contacted him. Maybe it was because you didn't want to.

But no. You loved him.

He didn't want to consider the alternative.

You loved him. You wouldn't have left him.

Would you?

He didn't know, and that scared him.

What if you didn't want to see him? What if you had found someone else?

What if you had realized that you were better off without him?

No.

You loved him. You would never leave him. Not forever.

And yet, he was beginning to wonder.

What if it had been a mistake? What if he had been wrong, and you weren't safe, or alive?

No.

You were alive. You had to be.

And yet, as the days wore on, he found himself doubting.

The distance between them was supposed to keep her safe, but maybe it wasn't enough. Maybe something had happened. Maybe you had changed your mind.

He tried to reassure himself. You were a capable Jedi, and if anyone could handle themselves in the face of danger, it was you.

But the longer you were gone, the harder it was to convince himself that you were still alive.

It didn't help that he hadn't received a single message since that first one. He'd had no word, no hint of your location, or condition, or state of mind.

It was frustrating, and he hated it.

He hated the waiting, and the uncertainty.

And so, as the months went by, and the number of his messages began to dwindle, his doubt grew. Much had changed in his life in the last months. They’d stopped fighting, stopped running, and had moved on to a new place to call home.

They had moved on, and so had he.

Well, most of him.

Some part of him was still waiting, and some part of him was still looking for a sign, for a message, for anything that would let him know that you were alive.

And, as the months went by, he realized that this wasn't going to change.

So he recorded one final message.

"Hello, Sarad. I know that this will be the last recording I make, as I am unsure when, or if, you will ever return. But I want to assure you that I am doing well, and so are my brothers.

"We are settled on a planet called Pabu, and we are all enjoying the peace and quiet. I know that you would enjoy the atmosphere here, as well. The sunsets are particularly beautiful, and I can't help but wonder if you have seen any yourself."

He paused, his throat constricting slightly.

"I miss you," he said quietly. "But I hope that you are happy, wherever you are. I know that it isn't fair of me to ask, and I don't expect an answer, but I do wish you would tell me.

"Tell me if you are safe. Tell me if you are well. Tell me if you have forgotten me. Please, Sarad, just tell me something. Anything."

He was quiet for a moment, and then shook his head.

"But you won't answer, will you? And you won't tell me. And so I will have to move on. It is the logical thing to do, and I am certain that it will benefit me greatly."

Tech fell silent again. His throat felt dry, and his eyes were burning. He didn't know why, but it was getting hard to breathe.

"I want to apologize," he continued, "for being so impatient. And I want to tell you that I don't blame you, and that I still care for you, and that I understand if you have chosen to forget me. But I want to thank you for the time we spent together. It was an experience unlike any other, and I am grateful for it. I will not forget you, Sarad. I hope that you will not forget me."

Tech's hands were trembling, and he took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"I hope you are well. And, if we never meet again, I wish you luck. I wish you happiness. And, most of all, I wish you peace."

Tech paused, and then, in a small voice, added:

"I love you."

The last message uploaded to his datapad, and Tech stared down at the file, his heart aching. He could feel the tears beginning to fall, and he wiped them away angrily.

Why was he crying? There was no reason to.

But still, the tears continued, and Tech let them come. He would cry for Sarad, and for the life that he would never have with you. He would cry for the love that he had lost, and the pain that he had endured, and the hope that had slowly died inside him.

And, when his tears were spent, he would close the file, and he would put his emotions aside, and he would move on.

He would have to.

Because that was the logical thing to do.

Tech looked up, and the stars were blurred by the tears. He blinked, and the image cleared.

He would have to move on.

He would have to, but not yet.

His finger hovered over the message, and then he pressed delete.

The file disappeared, and Tech watched the screen for a moment, the only sound the beating of his own heart.

He would have to move on, but not yet.

Not tonight.

Not while the sky was so full of stars. Not while the night was so quiet, and the wind so gentle, and the grass so soft beneath his feet.

Not while the memories were so clear.

Tech leaned back against the cool metal of the ship, his eyes fixed on the stars, and he let his thoughts drift.

He remembered the way you had looked at him, and the way you had touched him, and the way you had loved him. He remembered the way your hair had shone in the starlight, and the way your hands had felt against his skin. He remembered the way your lips had tasted, and the way your arms had held him, and the way your laughter had sounded, so sweet and joyful and free.

And he remembered the way the moonlight had danced across your features, and the way the breeze had ruffled your hair, and the way your smile had made him feel alive.

Tech closed his eyes, and let the memories wash over him.

And for a moment, just one brief, shining moment, the darkness was filled with starlight.

The day started like any other.

Tech woke up at the same time, dressed, and made his way to the kitchen, where Hunter was already making breakfast. He sat down at the table, and began scrolling through the daily news on his datapad, searching for anything of interest.

"Anything interesting happen yesterday?" Hunter asked, placing a plate of food in front of him.

"Not much," Tech replied, taking a bite of his breakfast. "A few minor scuffles, and a large cargo transport crash. It seems that the pilot was intoxicated, and he managed to take out half a block."

"Sounds fun," Hunter replied dryly. "Anything else?"

"Just the usual," Tech replied.

Hunter hummed in acknowledgement, and then asked, "How about last night? Did you stay up late recording more of those messages?"

Tech hesitated. He hadn't told Hunter about the messages, or any of his brothers. He assumed they knew, but they couldn’t know their purpose, and so he had kept the messages private.

"Yes," he finally answered. "I did."

"How many do you have now?"

"A few," Tech answered, his tone noncommittal.

"How many is a few?"

"Several."

"Dozens?"

"Yes." He twisted his mouth. “Hundreds.”

"Have you ever thought about sharing them?"

"No," Tech answered immediately.

"Why not?"

"Because they're private," Tech replied, his voice a little sharper than intended. “Because they're for her, and only her."

Hunter sighed, and Tech could feel the disappointment in the sound. He knew that his brother didn't understand his actions, but Tech didn't need him to. He knew what he was doing.

"You're still waiting, then."

"Yes."

"Tech, it's been over a year," Hunter said quietly. "She's gone."

"She's not gone," Tech replied, his grip on his fork tightening.

"Tech," Hunter repeated, his voice firmer.

His fork clattered against the plate, and Tech pushed his chair back, standing up.

"She's not dead," he snapped, his hand curling into a fist. "She's alive. She has to be."

"Tech, please," Hunter pleaded. "Don't go. I'm just trying to help."

"I don't need your help," Tech shot back. "And I don't need you to tell me what to do. So, if you'll excuse me, I have a message to record."

He rounded the table, brushing past his brother. But as he did, Hunter reached out and caught his arm. Tech glared at him, but Hunter didn't flinch. He just looked at him, and Tech felt his anger falter.

"Vod," Hunter said, his voice low. "Please. She's not coming back. And these recordings are just going to make things worse. "I know it's hard, but you have to let her go."

"I will," Tech replied. "But not today."

"Tech..."

"No," Tech cut him off. He pulled his arm from Hunter's grip and straightened his shoulders. "I won't do it."

"Tech, please," Hunter said. "I just want you to be happy."

"I will," Tech replied, his voice tight. "But not today."

"Alright, Tech." Hunter sighed and stepped back, his hand falling to his side. "Alright. Not today."

"Thank you," he managed. He swallowed hard and nodded. “I will see you at dinner, I assume."

"Of course," Hunter replied, his voice equally quiet.

Tech left the kitchen and made his way back to his room, ignoring the stares of Wrecker and Omega as he passed. He was sure they would ask Hunter about his outburst, and he was sure that Hunter would tell them. He didn't care. Let them talk. They didn't know anything.

He knew that they thought he was delusional. That he was clinging to false hope. That he was denying reality. And maybe they were right. But he couldn't stop. He couldn't just give up. Not when there was a chance, no matter how small, that he would see you again. And until that chance was gone, he would continue to wait.

The door slammed shut behind him, and Tech dropped onto his bed, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His leg bounced restlessly at his side, and he could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.

It was too loud, too bright, too much.

He needed to calm down. He needed to focus.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He focused on his breathing, on the sound of his heartbeat, on the feeling of the sheets beneath his fingers. You had helped him practice this exercise before, and he could remember the way you had guided him, your voice soft and gentle as you sat next to him on the floor of the cockpit.

Tech inhaled deeply, and then exhaled, slowly, letting his breath out in a long, steady stream. The sound of his breathing filled the room, and he felt himself relax. He continued the exercise, repeating the motions until his heart rate had slowed, and his breathing had evened out

He could still feel the anger, but it was lessening. He could still hear the voices of his brothers, but they were becoming muffled. He could still see the sunlight filtering through the window, but the glare was beginning to fade.

He breathed, and the world around him settled. He felt drained, and he lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He was supposed to see you again. You were supposed to be happy. You were supposed to be safe.

You weren't supposed to be gone.

Tech didn't move for a long time, and when he finally did, it was only to get up and check his datapad. He had no new messages, and so he placed it on the nightstand and turned away.

The day dragged on, and Tech did his best to keep himself occupied. He tinkered with his new projects, cleaned the kitchen, and reorganized his storage of supplies. He didn’t speak at dinner, and no one commented. By the time evening rolled around, he was exhausted, and he found himself back in his room, alone with his thoughts.

He didn't know what to do, and so he sat on his bed, the datapad in his hands, and waited.

The day had been uneventful, and the hours had passed slowly. The sun had set, and the stars had come out, and still, he had no answers.

It was late now, and he was tired. He wanted nothing more than to sleep, but he knew he wouldn't be able to. Not with the anger and frustration and hurt gnawing at his heart.

He didn't know why he was feeling this way, and it only made him angrier.

He wanted answers, but there were none.

There were no messages, no clues, no sign of you.

Just the stars, and the darkness, and the silence.

Tech sighed, and placed the datapad on the nightstand once more. He resigned himself to another sleepless night, and was about to turn out his light when a hard knock pounded on his door.

Tech jolted upright, his heart leaping in his chest. He hadn't expected anyone, and for a moment, he could only sit there, his mind racing.

The door swung open, and Wrecker came barreling in. The force of the door hitting the wall sent a shower of dust raining down from the ceiling, and Tech held his breath as he saw Sarad's clay flower teeter on its perch.

"Tech!" Wrecker bellowed.

"Wrecker, keep it down," Tech hissed, leaping forward to steady the flower. "The others are asleep."

“You need to come outside. Now."

"What?" Tech turned, the flower in his hands. "Why?"

"Just come," Wrecker replied.

"Fine," Tech sighed, carefully placing the flower back on the shelf. As soon as it was back in its place, Wrecker wrapped a hand around his arm and dragged him from the room.

"Wrecker," Tech protested. "Let me go."

"Sorry, can't do that," Wrecker replied, practically shoving him down the hall.

They were nearly at the front door when Hunter and Omega appeared, their eyes wide and hair messy.

"What's going on?" Tech asked, trying and failing to pry his brother's hand off his arm.

"Echo just landed," Hunter replied. "He says there's something we need to see."

Tech’s brow furrowed in confusion. They hadn’t been expecting Echo to return for several weeks, and he had no idea what could be so urgent.

"What is it?"

"He wouldn't say," Hunter replied. "But he sounded pretty shaken."

Tech felt a twinge of worry. Echo wasn't the type to overreact, and if he was acting strangely, there was probably a good reason.

"Then we should hurry," Tech said, his voice tense.

"Right," Hunter replied. "Come on."

They followed Hunter out the door, and up the path that led to the landing pad. They didn't speak, and Tech was glad. He didn't think he would be able to carry a conversation right now. The village was dark, and the streets were empty. The only sound was the echo of their footsteps as they hurried along.

Finally, they reached the landing pad, and Tech saw the outline of the Remora in the distance, its lights glowing softly.

As they approached, Echo strode down the ramp, his face drawn and pale.

"Hey," Hunter said, his voice worried. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Echo replied, his voice shaky. "I'm fine."

"What happened?"

"I don't know," Echo said, his voice trembling slightly. "But I think you should see this."

He gestured to the ship, and Tech and his brothers stepped forward, following Echo up the ramp.

The inside of the Remora was dimly lit, and Tech squinted, trying to make out the details. As his eyes adjusted, he realized that there was someone sitting in the navigator's chair.

"Echo, what—“

His question died in his throat as the figure turned around, and Tech felt the world tilt beneath his feet.

It was you.

You were here.

You were alive.

Your name came out as a strangled cry, and he stumbled towards you, his heart hammering in his chest. He could hear his brothers calling out behind him, their voices distant and muted. He barely registered their words, or their presence, or anything other than the sight of you in front of him.

You were real.

"Sarad," he breathed.

Your lips curled into a smile, and you reached out, your hand resting gently on his cheek. Your touch was warm, and soft, and familiar, and he felt the tears spring to his eyes.

"My love," you whispered, and he closed his eyes, allowing the sound of your voice to wash over him. It was music, and joy, and home, and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

"Sarad," he murmured, leaning into your touch.

"I'm here," you replied softly. He felt the tears spilling over, and you wiped them away gently.

"You're here," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

"Tech." You said his name like a prayer, and he opened his eyes, gazing at you. "I'm sorry it took me so long."

He didn't reply. Instead, he closed the distance between you, and his arms were around you before he even realized what he was doing. He pulled you to him, his grip tightening as he felt the solid warmth of your body. You were here. You were real.

"You're here," he breathed, his voice muffled by your shoulder. "You're alive."

"Yes." Your voice shook, and your arms tightened around him. "I'm here. I'm alive."

He held you for a moment longer, and then drew back, his hands cupping your face. He studied your features, taking in the sight of you. You looked tired, but there was no mistaking the warmth and affection in your gaze.

“You changed your hair," he said, running a hand through the short strands. The words came out hoarse and broken, and he swallowed thickly, trying to regain control.

"Yeah," you murmured, your fingers curling around his wrist.

"It suits you," he said. He was having a hard time forming complete sentences. He wanted to say so many things, but the words were stuck in his throat.

You laughed, the sound weak and breathless, but it was a laugh, and Tech found himself smiling.

"Tech, I'm sorry," you said, your voice shaking. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know how to contact you. I couldn't—“

"It's alright," Tech said, his voice quiet. "It's okay. You're here now."

"I missed you," you said, tears welling in your eyes.

"I missed you too," he replied, his thumb brushing across your cheek. “I can't believe you're here. I didn't think—"

He broke off, his voice faltering.

"You're really here," he whispered.

"Yes," you replied, your hand curling around his.

"I was so afraid," he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. "I thought...I thought I'd lost you."

"I'm sorry," you murmured, pressing a kiss to his palm. "I'm so sorry."

"I don't care," Tech said, his voice steadying. "I don't care about the past. All that matters is that you're here. You're alive. You're home."

"Home," you repeated, your eyes meeting his. "That sounds nice."

He kissed you then, and he felt your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. He poured every ounce of love and longing and joy into the kiss, and when you finally drew back, both of you were breathless.

"I love you," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice trembling slightly.

"I didn't say it enough." Tech's voice was thick with emotion.

"That's okay," you said, a smile spreading across your lips. "I knew."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "I should have said it. Every day."

"You can start now," you said, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

"I love you," he breathed. "So much."

"I love you, too," you said, tears welling in your eyes.

Tech drew you into another kiss, and this one was softer, more tender. It was a promise, and a vow, and a declaration of love, and when he pulled back, he felt his breath catch in his throat. Your eyes were bright with tears, and your lips were trembling, but you were alive. You were here, and you were safe. And he loved you so much, it was like a physical ache.

"Don't cry," he murmured, brushing them away.

"I'm sorry," you laughed weakly. "I just can't believe it. I never thought...I'm just so happy. So, so happy."

"I am too," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "So happy. And I have so much to tell you. So much has happened. But...there is time for that later. For now, I just want to be here. With you."

"Yes," you whispered. "I'd like that."

You leaned in, resting your head against his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. And, as you clung to him, and the tears began to fall, Tech couldn’t help but be grateful for the infinite possibilities of the universe, and the chance it had given him to be with you again.

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[chrisbangs]

someone in the sticker mv comments said that the song needed to be understood by someone with a high IQ and that you could only understand the beat if you knew theoretical physics. the reaches of people trying to defend this song,, astounding.

[luvrlixie]

KILLING ME SOFTLY

【REQUESTED】 - OKAY OKAY SJDBJSISH I WAS GONNA REQUEST A SKZ SEEING YOU IN THEIR CLOTHES OR SOMETHING BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BINNIE SEEING YOU IN SHORT SHORTS AND HIS SHIRT WHICH IS LIKE HUGE ON YOU (ALSO THIS MAN IS DEF A THIGH GUY) AND MY MAN GOES F E R A L. SO. YOU LET HIM RIDE YOUR THIGH <33333

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tags: changbin x gn! reader, soft dom reader, thigh riding/dry humping, very soft, exhibitionism????????? idk they aren't alone in the dorm but no one walks in. not a lot of smut sorry y'all </3 mostly just sappy emotions.. but still nsfw... lit rally wrote at 4am and don't feel like editing lmaoo

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"seriously binnie! if you're gonna spend so much money on clothes, you should at least wear them. you have so many cute sweaters and the fact that they're collecting dust in the back of your closet is a crime."

changbin sat up and peered over the back of the couch as you entered the room. he was ready to shoot back a snarky comment but his words died on his tongue as soon as he saw you.

you stopped by the studio to visit him earlier, where he and the rest of 3racha were working on a track for the next album. you hadn't planned on staying long since you knew your boyfriend would be busy. but about 20 minutes after showing up chan was ushering everyone else out of the room, claiming that he had everything he needed from the other boys for now and that they both deserved a night off. any worries you or changbin might have had about chan overworking himself were immediately replaced by the realization that the two of you would finally have some time alone.

and that brought you to where you were now. standing in front of a blushing boy, wearing shorts and a long shirt of his that completely hid said shorts. you had decided to change after your boyfriend proposed that you spend the night. (at the time he was excited for movies and cuddles, but now it was an offer that he was starting to regret as he could already feel himself growing hard). the shirt you wore was one that changbin never put on due to it's size, he didn't think the whole oversized clothes style was really his thing.

but holy fuck it was yours.

"you uh- you look good."

changbin swallowed and you squinted. he was always a sucker for you wearing his clothes, but it was still odd for him to be turning so red just from seeing you in an shirt of his. luckily it didn't take long for you to notice the way his eyes wouldn't meet yours since they were focused on a different part of your body. you couldn't help but let out a little giggle. seeing you in his clothes might make him weak, but his biggest weakness was your thighs. he'd never exactly talked about your thighs in particular, but it was something that you had picked up on as your relationship progressed. you couldn't help but notice how changbin was always making sure to leave little marks on the inside of your thighs, and would jump at the chance to lay between them when he got sleepy, and how he would often pull out just in time to paint your thighs with his cum.

"like what you see?" you asked playfully as you took a few steps forward so you were standing in front of him.

"like what i- fuck yes... you're gonna be the death of me y/n."

you hummed in amusement, loving the affected you had on your boyfriend, and tangled a hand in his hair so you could guide him forward and let him press kisses on your thighs.

"mm seriously, on my gravestone it's gonna say your name after cause of death" changbin breathed out as he happily trailed his lips over your skin.

"that makes it sound like I murdered you, I'm not a fan of that"

you stood there for a few more minutes. finally moving away once you sensed that changbin was growing impatient. although you loved making your boyfriend beg, now was not that time for that. even though you moved to sit down next to him, changbin whined when you stepped away. knowing you, the poor boy was worried that you were gonna make him suffer through the whole movie with a boner. however, you had much different plans in mind for tonight.

with a smile, you slid a hand between his legs. "such a pretty noise, that little whine. wanna make it again for me?"

changbin's mouth went dry, he opened it to say something but nothing would come out. how were you always able to make him speechless? he did want to make that noise for you again. he wanted you to coo over how cute he sounded, but not here. not in the living room with minho still tucked away in his room, and with hyunjin and seungmin who were expected back at any minute.

"please, please let's go to my room. I need you."

you shook your head and started palming at chnagbin's crotch through his sweatpants, making his body go slack. "shh baby it's okay, calm down. I was just gonna let you grind against my thigh, let you get off like that. we'll be fully clothed so if anyone walks in it'll be pretty easy to play it off as cuddling or a makeout session."

that seemed to be all the reassurance that changbin needed. the way you were touching him paired with your soft voice was making his head spin. all he was focused on now was making you happy and chasing his orgasm. not even a second went by until he was moving onto your lap so he was facing you and straddling one of your legs.

"there you go! good boy."

you helped him settle into a comfortable position and pulled him close so his chest was pressed against yours and his face was buried in your neck. as changbin started to move his hips, you continued whispering words of encouragement and gentle praises since you could feel how tense he had gotten. changbin hadn't exactly done this before. and although the whole thing seemed rather self explanatory and he had gotten off by rutting against a pillow multiple times, he felt a bit self conscious with you watching his every move.

"It's okay bunny, there's no right or wrong way to do this. just whatever feels good." you whispered soothingly into his ear, catching the nervous look in his eyes and the way his movements kept faltering.

it was silly of him to be nervous, he realized. the safest he had ever felt was with you, and over the course of your relationship you had both tried out plenty of new things together (both in and out of the bedroom). thigh riding? this was nothing, you had certainly seen him in much more embarassing situations. so changbin nodded and finally started settling into a steady pace, trusting your words entirely.

every drag of his cock elicited a soft ah sound from the dark haired boy. luckily, you didn't have to worry about him being too loud. he was vocal and made plenty of noise, but always quiet whimpers and soft choruses of "oh"s. you could get him to be loud if you wanted to, you knew how. for now the tiny noises he was making was more than enough to satisfy you as you played with his hair and peppered his forehead with kisses. "there you go bun, bet it feels so good huh?" as you spoke you pressed your leg upwards, applying extra pressure to the whimpering boy's cock. the gasp he let out made your eyes widen in entertainment and you repeated the action, taking pleasure in how he squirmed everytime. "keep going little slut, don't slow down. doesn't my bunny wanna make a pretty mess for me?"

"m-more'" changbin panted.

normally you'd chastise him for not saying please. but right now you honestly couldn't care less. you just wanted your boyfriend to feel loved. wanted him to be as proud of himself as you are of him. so you smiled and pressed your leg up again, hands gripping onto his hips so that you can help guide his movements. "that song you were working on when I visited sounded so good. I know you've been working so hard on it. you're so talented baby, so amazing." changbin let out a sort of strangled noise and tightened his arms around you, pulling himself as close to you as he could get. the absence of words didn't bother you. sometimes changbin babbled on and on while you ruined him, telling you how good he felt and how much he loved you. while other times he just clings onto you, settling on a variety of whines to communicate. both were good.

as the familiar tightness grew in changbin's body, he focused on following the push and pull of your arms. if it wasn't for you guiding him he would have entirely lost his rhythm. knowing that your boyfriend was getting close, you started bouncing your leg and kneading his ass with one hand.

"changbin.. binnie, hey. c'mon let me see your face" you softly prodded, waiting for him to pull back. when he did, your heart squeezed in your chest.

he was so beautiful.

his lips were parted and his bottom lip was glossy and red from biting down on it too hard. his hair was sticking out in a few places, and his eyes were so full of pleasure. you could tell from the glassy look that changbin wasn't entirely present, his thoughts were elsewhere.

"m'gonna..." changbin slurred, hips twitching and back arching. you caught on immediately and softly grabbed his chin to make sure he didn't hide his face again, you always loved to see his face screw up as he comes. this time was no different.

"good boy, good boy let it all out for me"

you helped him ride out his orgasm and leaned forward to kiss him. not even caring that the kiss was messy and mostly just teeth since changbin was panting far too heavily to give you a proper kiss. when changbin's orgasm had finished washing through his body, you let him crash back into your chest. as you waited for him to catch his breath you rubbed his back and buried your face in his hair, giving him time to compose himself before talking.

"I love you binnie"

"..love you too y/n ... but seriously you're way too hot ... gonna die from sexiness overload"

[aijlin]

Fluffy Alphabet

with... Kazuha! My beloved <3

TW > None! Just fluff ( ^ ❍ ^ ) /

A - Activities > What do they like to do with their s/o?

> Kazuha loves sitting under trees and reciting his poems or haikus for his special person.

B - Beauty > What do they admire about their s/o?

> He admires everything about you from your silky h/c hair to your smooth, plush thighs. His favorite part about you is your smile, it gives him a warm mood and brightens up his day everytime.

C - Comfort > What do they do when their s/o is feeling negative?

> When he sees your frown, he'll do anything to make it better. From cuddling with you, to a romantic date. It's his goal turn that frown right-side-up.

D - Dreams > How do they picture their future with their s/o?

> He has always had a dream of starting a family; coming home to see his kid running up to him, and you cooking dinner would be a delightful moment. He would hug you from behind while you're cooking.

E - Equal > Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

> Kazuha is the more dominant, one would say, but to him it doesn't really matter. He loves his relationship and would do anything to keep it.

F - Fight > Would they forgive their s/o easily after a fight?

> He despise arguments . Absolutely hates it. If you do somehow manage to argue with him, he feels betrayed in a way. Fighting with his s/o is just distasteful; after though, he would give you flowers or cuddle with you so that you forgive him. <3

G - Gratitude > How grateful are they in general?

> He is grateful, as said from earlier, he'll do anything to keep that relationship. Every little affectionate thing you do for him, is a keepsake. He'll say it everyday "I love you Y/N, so so much <3".

H - Honesty > What secrets do they keep from their s/o?

> Aside from other secrets, no he doesn't. He believes that he shouldn't keep them from you, meaning he'll tell you all (except a few <.<) secrets.

I - Inspiration > Did their s/o change them, or the other way around?

> Kazuha doesn't think he has changed, and it's true. He really hasn't, but you have. You started becoming more ecstatic around others. He believes that he made a small difference, but in reality, he has made an impact on your life

J - Jealousy > Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

> Kazuha isn't really like xiao (gets easily jealous), he understands that you talk to others and respects that. Although, if he sees a man hitting on you, he will walk over to you and kiss you in front of the hooker. Leaving the hooker shocked/speechless, also making them walk away.

K - Kisses > Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss?

> He is an extremely good kisser; if he kisses you, you will melt. The thing is, it's his first relationship. The first kiss was enticing, or really really good.

L - Love Confession > How did they first confess?

> He was really nervous on the inside, but on the outside he looked very placid when confessing. "Y/n, I have developed feelings for you. I like you. I understand if you don't share it." Kazuha would say. You, of course walked up to him and kissed him. Kazuha, mildly flinching, kissed back <3

M - Marriage > How is their marriage? How did they propose? What would the marriage look like?

> It was during a sunset, on a cliff. He put one knee down, took out his ring specially made for you, and asked "Love, we've been together for so long. I want to stay with you together, so... will you marry me?" You were bursting with happiness, with tears of happiness forming in your eyes; you accepted.

N - Nicknames > What do they call their s/o?

> He loves calling you 'love'. Like he would call you that all the time. He also uses 'autumn', 'doll', 'love of my life', all those other nicknames. It's practically his favorite thing to do, making names for you

Skipping O - On cloud 9, P - PDA , X - XOXO (do they like to cuddle, kiss), R - Romantic, Z - Zeal and V - Value because I'm either lazy, or it's self explanatory. Sorry!

Q - Quirk > What's a random ability they have that is beneficial to the relationship

> Everytime you are sad in a way, his gut just seems to know and comes over to you immediately. It's always right. He also can make you smile, no matter what.

S - Support > Do they help their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

> Why? Of course he believes in you! He helps you with everything. He is very determined to help you reach your goal, no matter how weird or hard it is.

T - Thrill > Do they try out new things to spice up the relationship? If yes, how so?

> Kazuha loves to try new things. Just never beyond your limits or what you dislike. He'll never do anything to hurt you badly.

U - Understanding > How good do they know their s/o? Are they empathetic?

> He is very understanding, so much that it's scary. He knows everything about you, just like how you know everything about him.

W - Wild Card > Random fluff headcanon

> Kazuha. He loves the way you say his name. Your voice sounds so angelic. Whether if it's in a dirty way or not.

Y - Yearning > How will they cope if they miss their partner?

> Kazuha has an anemo vision. He is not gonna let it go to waste, so when he misses you, he will visit you. Whether if it's important or not. It just feels lonely without you </3

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[gemstone-roses]

Hey can i get a loki fic where he fancies the female reader, but his way of showing it is to kind annoy her and get her all riled up to the point where she thinks he might hate her and it's all fluffy confessions and stuff? Pretty Please?????

hey! here you go, sorry it took so long!

Warnings: angst, swearing, all my content is 18+ REGARDLESS of if it contains nsfw content or not. Kissing.

Summary: Loki works for the TVA, not done a tva loki fic yet, dont come at me fuck your canon😌it's long, slow burn, ish, kinda.ANYWAY, enjoy. Mobius being a fab best friend.

Unnecessary pain

"Hey y/n, can you come help me with something when your done with your paperwork?" your partner mobius smiled at you whilst walking past. He was so kind and pleasant you couldn't hardly say no to him even if it meant you'd leave late.

Sighing you put your folder away before making your way to his office.

the doors open but the doors always open and you can see him sat at the desk too and your heart sinks slightly because it's him and you just know he's going to say something insulting and rude and it makes visiting mobius in his office now something you dread instead of something you look forward too.

"Hey" you say softly

"Hey y/n ill be with you in one sec okay hun" mobius says not looking up from his desk

you try to control your face at the thought of having to stand there with him in the room.

Every time you and him are in the same space, a battle ensues

One he instigates

He sees it as teasing

You did at first, but now?

It hurts.

"so, I hear last week's mission went well , nobody died, nobody got hurt,congratulations" loki spoke sarcastically His legs crossed under the table, pen in his hand, cocky smirk on his face.

"yeah" you said

"well that must be a first?" he taunts, leaning over the table.

"I lead my team just fine loki" you mutter

"Oh?" well from what I've seen it's a miricale you haven't had a time disaster, I don't think you could lead a sleeping class let a lone a tva mission"

"Okay loki" you say not taking him on but your blood was boiling inside

"what? Dont want to argue with the god of mischief?" loki teases

But you've had enough

"loki be good" mobius warns

"everytime I come in here you have something awful to say to me, I'm tired of arguing loki, say whatever you want I'm. Done." there's not even a hint of anger in your voice now.

Loki sits back on his chair, speechless.

"Okay I'm done, come on y/n"

You and mobius walk out without saying a word, normally, even with his teasing, you would wish the god a goodnight, but not tonight.

Loki was puzzled by the look on your face, you had said things that would normally mean you were angry but there was no anger on your features.

"I don't understand why he hates me so much mobius, I've been nothing but nice to him and he's just so awful to me" you say to your partner and best friend, the pain is evident in your voice as you walk down the corridor

"I'm sure he doesent hate you y/n"

"you've heard the things he says m, why would he say things like that if he didn't hate me? Maybe I'll just stay out of his way from now on" you say sadly.

because you did like the god.

you had feelings for him.

but you weren't about to put yourzelf through unnecessary pain.

The god clearly did not feel the same about you.

Time to move on.

You didn't know you'd had company in the corridor.

Lokis heart broke at your words, that wasn't what he intended at all.

Loki wasn't good at expressing his feelings, so he did it the only way he knew how.

being mean.

Loki was lost in his thoughts when he felt a tap on his shoulder

"You gotta tell her" mobius says,arms crossed, face in a scowl.

"I, I don't know what you-

"do not bullshit me loki" he says sternly

"alright alright I'm sorry I just-

"ah ah ah, loki, shut up, go. And. Get.her" he says stabbing his finger into lokis shoulder for added affect.

Loki stalks off leaving mobius to stand there hoping he's managed to get the two of you on the right track.

Loki knocks on your door so quietly you hardly hear it

"yeah" you say softly, thinking it's mobius wanting a late night drink

Your suprised to find loki behind your door

He clears his throat

"I - um, y/n, I have to, I need to, I must tell you something" he stutters out

You raise your eyebrows at him

"You see the thing is, I well, I have for a while, liked you and I realise now thanks to a person I won't mention right now but it's mobius and I wanted to tell you that y/n I like you and to be honest ever since I first saw you I've been unable to think about much else but if you've seen my file and watched my life then you know that I'm not the best at this and that this doesent usually go to plan and we'll you see -

"loki" you interrupt

loki has his eyes shut and he's preparing for the worst and if he'd just open them for gods sake and see that your grinning at him

"LOKI" you say more forcefully

"It's okay I understand that you don't feel the same and then we should just forget this ever happened and goodnight" he speaks so fast you can barley understand him

"I Like you too" you say

Loki finally opens his eyes and his face is suprised

"You do?"

"of course I do you idiot" you tease, a genuine smile on your face.

"well then"

"well then" you repeat

"I suppose we should make it official shouldn't we"

"we should" you agree

"unless of course this is some sort of joke and you aren't actually -

"loki"

"y/n" he sighs

"shut up and kiss me"

"with pleasure" he says, before closing the gap between you and him and pressing his lips to yours.