#maybe the season 2 thing was just my season 2 slump like maybe it's just a personal thing

[jrueships]

UNCANCEL WINNING TIME. N O W.

[featherandferns]

day 2/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘I just want you for my own; more than you could ever know’ - Mariah Carey, All I Want for Christmas is You | fluff

The twinkling lights and perky music and the rather rude demanding pillow on the sofa that says “JOY” do little to raise your spirits. You’re aware how much of a grump you must seem, slumped in the corner of the pull-out, staring longingly into your glass of mulled wine, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

“Hey, grinch.” A Santa hat smacks you in the face. You glare at Kiara. 

“Cheer up. It’s girls’ night,” she tells you. 

“What’s got you so down-in-the-dumps, eh?” Cleo asks. 

“She’s pining,” Sarah says knowingly, grinning slyly at you. 

“I do not pine,” you reply firmly. Then, taking a pause for thought, you tag on, “very often.”

“This about that Maybank boy, huh?” Cleo checks. 

Sighing, you rock your head back and pinch the bridge of your nose. ���Does everybody know?”

“Yep,” Sarah brightly replies. “Probably including JJ.”

“No way,” Kiara argues. She’s lounging in the armchair, a Santa hat sat wonky on her head. “That boy is blind as a bat. Lucky for you.”

At your quirked eyebrow in question, Kie puts on quite the show of a puppy-dog, yearning, lovesick idiot. You suppose that’s meant to be you. Charming. You toss the Santa hat back at her and she catches it effortlessly. 

“Kie has a point though. Why don’t you just tell him? He’s definitely whipped for you, too,” Sarah says. 

“Yeah right,” you mutter, rolling your eyes. 

“Girl, you don’t see the way he looks at you.”

“Mhm - because there isn’t a way he looks at me,” you deflect. You stare into your glass of mulled wine, transfixed by the swirling maroon and purple of the liquid; the herbal and fruity tones tangy as they hit your nose and linger on your tongue. 

You’d known JJ since the two of you were in diapers. Growing up, side by side, you felt as though you knew enough about him to know he didn’t love you as anything more than a friend. Seen him chase after enough girls and woo enough chicks at Keggars to believe that if something was meant to happen between the two of you, it would have by now. That didn’t stop your feelings from spiralling and, at a certain point, at a certain age, he suddenly seemed different to you. The treasure hunting only solidified this more, like sealing your feelings in ice. Seeing someone almost die more times than you can count has a magical way of bringing every emotion you have about them to the surface. In fact, you remember the night that you realised that the only thing you’ll ever need in life is JJ. But if that meant as a friend, then that was how it would be. After all, you couldn’t risk losing him. 

Sighing, you come back to the room and find your smile. “It’s not fair to feed my delusions,” you tell your friends, hoping to lighten the mood. 

“Well, y’know what’s a good remedy for boy problems?” Sarah wonders. She gets to her feet, dressed in reindeer pyjamas which match yours, Kie’s and Cleo’s. 

“What?”

“Mulled wine and spiked eggnog,” she grins, grabbing the bottle of plum-purple liquor. Of course. Laughing, shaking your head, you hold out your glass for a top-up. 

“Tis the season.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

JJ came home late. He’d been out on the boat with John B fishing, and the two of them got to sharing a joint and talking, and lost track of time. What were they talking about? Oh, nothing important. Apart from how JJ needed to maybe get a grip sometime soon (John B’s words) and suck it up (also John B’s words) and just tell you how he felt about you already because it’s starting to get pathetic (you guessed it - John B). After JJ threatened to throw him overboard, the matter was dropped rather promptly. That isn’t to say JJ didn’t contemplate it the entire boat ride home. 

He knew it was a risky play. You were the most important thing in his life. You were more valuable than all the gold in the world and more perfect than all the jewels. He wasn’t sure when he started falling for you; all he knew was that the ground was getting nearer. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. Drinking was like rolling the dice. JJ worried that if he had one too many shots, he might sound a bit too genuine when telling you how much he loved you. 

“There’ll still awake?” John B thinks aloud as the two guys walk back towards the house. The boat was now docked and the catch stored in the fridge at the Tackle and Bait shop. The house is illuminated through the windows with Christmas lights of red and gold. A garland hangs around the frame and on the door is a homemade wreath, complete with seashells. 

“Guess so.”

As John B pushes open the door, they’re met with the deafeningly loud Christmas music and a chorus of giggles. Drunk giggles. The two boys share a look, amused, mildly concerned, before venturing into the living room. Cleo and Kie are sitting on the sofa, wine glasses in hand, watching you and Sarah dance in front of the tree. You look adorable in your pyjamas, matching the other three girls like a collectors doll. Your skin sparkles under the twinkling tree lights; hair swaying as you swing and swoop with Sarah. JJ’s heart does that annoying tugging-lurch that it usually does when he sees you. 

Sarah spots the two guys first and her eyes light up like Rudolph’s nose at the sight of John B. 

“Baby!” she grins, hurrying over to him and throwing herself into his arms. JJ’s distracted by watching the reunion that he doesn’t see you coming. You collide into him with a huff, tossing your arms around his shoulders and neck. 

“Hey,” he chuckles, easing a hand onto your back to hold you near. His heart is close to beating out of his chest. 

“I missed you,” you hum into his sweater. 

His heart beats even faster. Stop it, he warns himself. She doesn’t mean it like that. 

“You two better get those girls to bed,” Kiara chuckles, no less drunk herself. 

“No funny business, eh? We’ve got eyes!” Cleo warns with a wagging finger, making herself and Kie break into more giggles. 

“Yes! Bed!” you whoop. You grab JJ’s hand and practically drag him through the hallways to your shared bedroom. There’s a queen bed and a single, with the former claimed by you despite JJ’s bartering. Since the two of you grew up together, it made sense to the Pogues to pair you up in the house. Now JJ was starting to wish that wasn’t the case; it made it harder to ignore how cute you are. 

“Oh my God, JJ, you missed it! We started talking and playing games and listening to music. Oh! And there was drinks.”

“You don’t say,” JJ quips, raising his brows. 

You sit yourself down on the bed and tug him down beside you by his arm. He laughs and indulges. 

“You had a good night, then?” he checks. Your eyes are wide and shining; pupils telling of your intoxication. The smile on your face could battle that of all the Christmas lights in Kildare with how it glows. 

“The best night! Just wish you were there,” you tell him sincerely. 

“Me too,” he smiles. 

As he holds your gaze, something sombre comes over you, and your smile begins to falter. Before he can fixate, you’re resting your head against his shoulder and sighing. 

“JJ?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you want for Christmas?” you wonder, interrupting yourself with a yawn. It seems now that you're away from the spiked eggnog and blaring tunes, the tiredness has begun to seep in. 

“What’d I want for Christmas?” JJ echoes. He hums as he thinks long and hard. He knows the obvious answer - the want of all his wishes - but that one is a no-go. “I don’t know. Maybe a new board? That’d be sweet.”

“Mm. That would be pretty dope,” you agree sleepily. 

JJ can smell your perfume and shampoo so close and it’s physically painful. “What about you? What’d you want?”

“Just one thing, really,” you murmur. “S’really important though.”

JJ glances down and sees your eyelids beginning to sag. Your breath smells like wine and cherry and custard and sugar. It’s sweet like you. “Makin’ me nervous.”

“I guess the only thing I want for Christmas,” you say, yawning again, “is you.”

JJ’s smile is wiped clear from his face like snow washed away in a morning shower. No. Surely…He definitely must have misheard. 

But he didn’t. He couldn’t. A smile starts to tickle his skin, giddy like a boy on his first Christmas. He scans the room and finds a picture of the two of you pinned to the wall, and he smiles brighter. Because John B was right, and his wish came true, and you want him the way he wants you. Hell, he might be lucky enough that you love him too. 

“Wait, do you–”

But before JJ can go on to question, he looks down to find you’re already asleep. Barely-there snores slip through your lips. He smiles to himself and sweeps a finger across your forehead, brushing back some of your hair. Your nose scrunches and it’s so adorable, it takes everything in JJ not to shake you awake and kiss you. 

Not tonight, though. 

After he’s eased you under the covers, JJ lingers by the side of your bed. Then, he dips down and presses a kiss to your forehead. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’ll tell you how he feels. 

“You’re all I want for Christmas, too,” JJ whispers against your skin. 

[tonyspep]

walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walking to

A/N: this is for the summer fic exchange!!! it started out as something completely different, but here we are. This is for the amazing @laurenairay I really hope you like it and that your summer is going well. This is my first time writing for Quinn Hughes so here's to trying something different. Quinn is so cute, so I hope I did him justice. This was inspired by “Call It What You Want” by Taylor Swift, which is so hurt/comfort to me. So here we are with Quinn being comforted after the game seven loss to the Oilers this year. thank you to @wyattjohnston for hosting this amazing exchange!!

Walkin' with his head down, i'm the one he's walkin' to

summary: the series didn't end the way you or quinn was hoping, but you weren't going to let him hang his head for too long

rating: t

i'm laughin' with my lover, makin' forts under covers

trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest nights

“call it what you want” - by taylor swift

The final seconds ticked away and it was obvious this game wasn't going to end the way you or Quinn wanted it to. He and the rest of the Canucks gave the series everything they had, but McDavid and Draisaitl and company proved to be too much in the end. You felt Brock's girlfriend Bella wrap her arms around your middle, a soft sob escaping her as she rested her head against your back. It was hard for you not to cry, too. The boys had worked so hard to get to this point, they had fought all the way back to take the series lead, only to falter in the most important game and now the off season would be starting.

“I thought they had it,” Bella murmured and you could only nod. You really believed this year was going to be their year. They won the Pacific Divison. They beat the Preadators 4-2 and had home ice advantage in this series, which you knew would be tough, but still..

A tear couldn't help but trickle down your cheek. They had all the pieces to go far, maybe even all the way, and instead they would be packing up their lockers, doing exit interviews and the summer would be starting earlier than any of you anticipated.

“Me, too, Bells,” You agreed with the blonde who had become your best friend since you started dating Quinn just a little over a year ago. The two of you hugged each other tight, watching as the fans made their way out of the arena. You separated from each other after giving each other a kiss on the cheek and went down the steps to the locker room.

Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as you waited for Quinn to appear. Out came Elias, skull cap pulled over his buzzed blonde hair, flashing you just a brief smile before his handsome face transformed into more of a grimace. JT was not standing tall, but hunched until he was embraced by his family. Brock gave you the best grin he could muster, nothing like his usual sparkling grin that you had come to know almost as well as Quinn's soft smile.

Then came a familiar head of soft brown hair, longer than it was when you first met Quinn in the hallway of your shared apartment building in downtown Vancouver. His head was down, his shoulders slumped, like they were holding the weight of the world. Your heart couldn't help but break. You knew how hard Quinn had worked to get to this point, how he took on the burden of being Captain and how seriously he took the C on his chest. He didn't want the Cup for himself, he wanted it for Brock, for Elias, JT, Thatcher, for Coach Rick Tocchect. He was so selfless and put the team first above anything and everything else.

All you wanted to do was take his pain away, to put the bashfully sweet smile you knew so well back on his face.

“Hey, you,” Quinn gave a weak laugh and there was a hint of the smile you fell in love with on his lips, making your heart lift slightly. “You can really smile you know,” You tease, reaching for Quinn's hand. “I know this didn't go the way we wanted to, but if you don't smile I'll think you're not happy to see me,” You joke and Quinn does laugh, for real this time. “Y/N,” Quinn's voice is tender as he cups your cheek in his other hand. “I'm always happy to see you. If you weren't here right now, I'd be going home to a dark apartment to just sit on my couch and think about all the things I could have done better. Instead, I'm going home with you, which makes this easier than it would be otherwise.”

You flush from Quinn's words. You want this to be easier for him, to ease some of the weight he carries and you think you know just how to do it.

Quinn can see the wheels turning in your head, see the spark that's suddenly taken over your deep eyes. He arches a brow and you kiss his cheek, teasing, “Just wait. I know just how to make this not seem so bad, but you tell me if it's too much, okay? I just want to be here for you, however you want me to be, Quinny,”

His cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink, showing through the playoff beard he's grown. Your heart skips a beat; even a bit run down after a hard fought series, Quinn is still the cutest boy you've ever known. With his big sad puppy eyes, his soft mop of dark hair that curls over his ears, his pink lips and warmly handsome face.

“Relax,” You say as you unlock your shared apartment's front door. “Just sit on the couch, don't do anything except take off your shoes, take a shower if you want, change into something comfy but leave everything else to me, okay?”

Quinn chuckles to himself and gives a joking salute, “Yes ma'am, but there is one other thing I want to do before you do whatever it is you're going to do.”

You blink curiously as you tilt your head, wondering what this one thing could be and then Quinn is touching your cheek, so gently as he presses his lips against yours. This kiss is the sweetest, softest kiss you've ever experienced. You continue kissing each other softly, neither of you wanting to pull away as your fingers sink into Quinn's wonderfully soft, thick dark hair. He nips on your bottom lip, gently, making you moan his name as his other hand wraps around your waist, anchoring you to strong frame.

You break apart out of necessity and Quinn says, “Now I'll go relax and leave you to your surprise,” and you're so tempted to follow him, heat thrumming through your veins, want clouding your thoughts as your eyes follow Quinn until he disappears down the hall.

Somehow you resist the urge, remembering that this night is about Quinn, that even though the game ended in disappointing fashion, you weren't going to let the night end that way.

Flipping through your contacts, you find the one you were looking for and you can only hope you have all the ingredients for the recipe you're planning. Talking to Ellen Hughes feels so much like talking to your own Mom. Her warmth radiates from the other side of the phone as you facetime and you feel relieved that you do have all the ingredients for her famous Kugle, which is Quinn's favorite food.

You're not the best cook but Kugle is easier than you expected. You laugh with Ellen as she goes over the recipe step by step with you and after the casserole goes into the oven, you see Quinn standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking adorably cozy in a t-shirt and plaid pajama pants.

“Is that my Mom?” He asks, his voice so childlike his big brown eyes lit up with hopefulness and Ellen answers for you saying, “Hi, Sweetie. Y/N just called me. I'm so sorry...” and you leave the kitchen, letting mother and son have this time together, knowing Quinn needs the comfort of his Mom now more than ever.

“You made Kugle,” Quinn's voice is full of wonder as you reappear in the kitchen after changing into something comfortable yourself. “Is that why you called my Mom? So you would know how to make it? I could have helped,” He huffed a little, a pout forming on his beautiful lips, which made you laugh. “I'm the only one of us that knows how to make it. Mom shared her secrets with me,” He's proud, his chest puffing a little and how did you get such a sweet guy to call her your own?

“If you made it that would defeat the purpose of you relaxing,” You shake your head as you and Quinn walk toward each other and share another kiss unable to resist each other.

While the Kugle continues baking, you reveal part two of your of your surprise. After changing into your comfiest outfit – a shirt that used to be Quinn's and a pair of well worn shorts – you set up a fort in the living room with all the blankets and pillows in the apartment. “A fort?” Quinn's eyes are bright like they should always be and you smile just as bright. “A fort,” You confirm. “Figured after tonight you could use something fun like a fort and something comforting like your Mom's Kugle,”

Quinn wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. “I like the way you think,” He kisses your cheek and you blush.

Getting under the blankets, you fire up Disney Plus and land on Toy Story. You know Quinn as well as you know yourself after having been together for nearly two years now and you know how much he loves this movie. Just like if the roles were reversed, Quinn would know to put on Pretty Woman or Tangled.

The familiar credits start just as the oven dings and before Quinn can get up, you push his shoulder gently saying, “I don't think so, you stay right here,” and he knows better to argue with you, so he stays put, laughing as the toys in Andy's room start to move around, letting the audience in that they're alive.

“You're a Toy!” Quinn shouts along with Woody after the new spaceman toy “lands” in Andy's room and you laugh, getting in a few Bo Peep lines and Slinky moments as Quinn can't help but get in the Woody lines before they happen. It's no surprise the cowboy is your boyfriend's favorite and you can't help but remember your first Halloween together this year when you dressed as Woody and Bo Peep to the Canucks party.

You enjoy the Kugle even stealing some of Quinn's who says, “Hey,” and shields his plate from you.

You're snuggled up together as the last credits play, Quinn humming along with “You've Got A Friend In Me.” He kisses you on the forehead and sings in your ear, “Some other folks might be a little bit smarter than I am, bigger and stronger too, maybe but none of them will ever love you the way I do, it's me and you,”

You giggle sweetly as you finish the song with the familiar refrain, beaming up at Quinn, “Boy and as the years go by our friendship will never die. You're gonna see it's our destiny. You've got a friend in me. You've got a friend in me. You've got a friend in me,”

You kiss each other softly, your tongues meeting as your hands move over each other's bodies. Your foreheads come to rest against each other's, your breath coming in soft pants as you look lovingly at each other, Quinn's big hand on your back, his fingers moving over your spine as you sigh, “I love you so much, Quinn,”

His cheeks flush – even though you've been saying I love you for months, it still makes him blush, like he can't believe you love him, which is insane, how can he love you – and your heart flutters like always whenever you're under the stare of his warm brown eyes. “I love you, too. This was amazing; just what I needed after tonight,” He says softly, his voice so tender and honest.

In your fort it's like nothing can touch you here, like, what happened tonight – the devastating loss – didn't happen. You hope you've given Quinn just a little relief, that his heart doesn't feel as heavy as it did when he watched the last seconds tick away or when he was in the handshake line or addressing the team in the locker room after, and the soft smile on his face as he holds you close tells you, you may have done all of that.

The next morning, you wake up in Quinn's arms, the safest place in the world and you smile at how serene he looks sleeping. The worry he carries with him is gone, the lines in his face smoothed away while his long, thick lashes resting on his cheeks. You see the smile creep across Quinn's lips telling you he's awake and his voice, thick with sleep, teases you, “Take a picture it'll last longer,”.

Quinn's humor is sneaky and you poke him in the ribs. “Like you haven't been staring at me too,”

Quinn's eyes open as he stretches and he says, “Can you blame me? I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you,”

“Smooth,” You remark and Quinn laughs. “It's not often, I am,” He admits and after a lazy kiss you find yourself sitting on the stools of your kitchen's island as Quinn makes breakfast.

Last night may not have ended the way both of you wanted, but today was a new day and there would be a new season on the horizon and you would make sure Quinn's days leading up to training camp and then opening night would be the brightest. You wouldn't let him get down on himself or believe he could have done more. You were going to make him believe in himself and believe in the team he had help build up to be one of the best, and that started today.

[lafrexniere]

It was and is You - CL16 - part 2.

Note: Here's part two, part one link-> part 1

Saturday

You had set an alarm that morning to make sure you didn’t miss your “morning coffee”. You had assistance from your three friends in choosing your outfit and helping you get ready. Allie did your hair, Liv did your makeup, and Mila chose your outfit.

“Can we please meet him,” Mila begged.

“Don’t ruin this for Y/N, you know how she is about guys,” Liv said. Your last relationship of three years ended in the middle of your last season putting you in a slump. It had been a year and now here you were with this guy who you clicked with instantly. 

“Yeah, but she needs our help, right Y/N?” Allie said slyly knowing her full intentions.

“Okay the last thing I need right now is you fan girling over him while we are just trying to get to know each other,” you said, “Maybe just maybe in like an hour after I’m down there you can possibly join me for breakfast when he has to go,” hoping to ease their eagerness, it seemed to work.

“Yes! See she does want us Liv,” Mila grinned. You rolled your eyes looking at the time seeing a message light up on your phone.

Charles: We are still good?

You: Yes heading out now 😄

“I have to go,” you said swatting their hands off of you. You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, grabbed your purse then dashed out of your room. You got on the elevator expecting it to stop on his floor and it did. You looked down then back up to see the brunette enter the elevator.

“Hello again,” he smiled.

“So you were the driver my friends are obsessed with, it was you, that explains the mystery,” you said.

“It is me,” he shrugged. The elevator door opened and you made your way to one of the tables in the lobby ordering your coffee and espresso. The two of you began talking, finally getting to learn more about Charles and about your shared interests. You both were athletes with crazy travel schedules, you both played an instrument, and you both agreed that after this weekend you would stay in touch.

“I want to make a deal with you,” he grinned.

“Oh what am I getting into,” you teased, knowing that it would end up with you being happy.

“If I place top five today we can do this again tomorrow, even though I prefer to take time to myself the day of a race, because I would like to see you again,” he said.

“And if not?” you trailed off. You were distracted hearing giggles coming from the elevator area, you looked up to see your friends watching you from a distance back. 

“Y/N?”

“Oh my god I am so sorry, I am so sorry,” you whispered over and over again as you watched your friends walk over.

“Hi Charles,” Mila said running her finger along his shoulder, “I’m Mila,” she said batting her eyes.

“And I’m Allie,” she said doing the same.

“And I’m Liv,” she said giving both of them a stern look.

“So this is the famous girl group I have heard about,” he laughed. You put your head in your hands embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” Liv mouthed to you. You rolled your eyes knowing this would happen. You watched Mila and Allie compete in trying to woo over Charles and he was nice about it he played along, but always continued to look at you and talk about what he knew about you. Your friends went to a different table waiting for you to join them once Charles left. He looked at the time and noticed it was time to leave for qualifying. His car would be outside in moments to pick him up. 

“So will I see you after again?” He asked standing up. You stood up with him,

“Yes definitely,” you blushed. He opened his arms to hug you, you wished him good luck with a hug and went back to your friends table to share only the important details of your date.

“So you agreed to the deal right, he has to finish in the top five it’s Monza!” Mila said.

“Can we please come again, but we won’t flirt,” Allie begged.

“Oh please, you can’t help yourselves,” you said. 

“Hey I held them back,” Liv said. You nodded at her thanking her for her efforts. You continued discussing and telling your friends to back off. You texted Charles under the table apologizing once again for what had happened.

You: I am so sorry again, they can be a lot sometimes 🫣

Charles: Stop worrying I’m fine, besides they could have done worse

You: I guess so, but don’t let what happened this morning distract you

Charles: If anything I feel more ready after talking to you

You smiled and your friends caught you texting.

“Y/N stop it’s girls time,” Allie whined. 

“Jealous?” you smirked. As time went on the four of you got ready for qualifying and made your way to the track. The drivers came on the track making their way around the track competing for times. At the end of the hour Charles had not only finished in the top five, but the top three. Your friends all jumped and screamed for joy rushing down to the spot where you would meet Charles after. After moments of waiting you saw him, once again your eyes met through the crowd, it helped that you were in the front this time. There were tons of voices yelling for him around you but you remained silent knowing he would make his way over to you. As he approached you, the butterflies bubbled in your stomach, you felt your face heating with each step he got closer to you. He reached out his hand to you over the barrier you were waiting behind. You took it,

“Do we still have a deal?” you asked.

“Oh we have a deal,” he said firmly pulling your hand to his shoulder, you hugged once again infront of this large crowd. You could feel the weight of all the pictures being taken of you by all the girls around you.

“Talk to you later,” you grinned pulling out of the hug. He winked and went on to signing and taking pictures with the other fans around you. You and your friends ran off shouting bye. The four of you went out for dinner once again debriefing.

“Y/N you have to see this,” Allie said flipping her phone around. You took her phone scrolling through seeing tons of pictures of you and Charles all over social media.

“Y/N your famous,” Liv smiled.

“Oh please remember us,” Mila laughed. You looked up this media on your own phone and sent it to Charles.

Charles: So they are calling you the mystery girl

You: It’s not going to take long before they figure out who I am, we exchanged medias they can find me through yours

Charles: Is that a problem?

You: No, but are we… well what are we?

Charles: You will have to wait until tomorrows deal 😏

You rolled your eyes putting away your phone for the rest of dinner. The three of you made your way back to the hotel, still discussing you being Charles’ mystery girl. You texted him a quick good night ready for your coffee date the next morning once again. You drifted off to sleep having a dream of tomorrow’s race outcome, little did you know it would be a dream come true.

[pomefioredove]

hello may i order a chocolate #2 with marshmallows and powdered sugar please?

STARTING OFF INCREDIBLY STRONG

order #2; chocolate with marshmallows and powdered sugar

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ but not today

tropes: coffee shop AU and roommate AU characters: fellow additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not yuu, not proofread I'm lazyyy, maybe ooc word count: 800~

You had really, really needed the money.

Business had been slowly, painfully dying, and you'd run out of things to pawn. Leasing your cramped apartment was the only thing you could think of- if you missed another month of rent, it'd be goodbye to the place, anyway. And your coffee shop.

You just had to make it to the holiday season. Things would pick up then, wouldn't they?

So, you were desperate.

But maybe not... this desperate.

Admittedly, when you'd gone around with the flyer advertising your want for a roommate, you'd been picturing someone... normal to call the number you'd left at the bottom. A broke college student, a struggling artist... someone simple, easy, down on their luck, like you.

Not.

Them.

"So you're saying the cookie jar just... magically fell out of the back of the closed cupboard and onto the kitchen floor?"

Fellow gives you a smug smile, leaning his elbow against the counter and watching you sweep up the shattered porcelain/pastry remains.

"That is exactly what happened, yes,"

You roll your eyes. This is the third time that something's been broken or stolen, not counting all the silverware you found stashed under a loose floorboard last Monday.

"And you saw this?"

Fellow looks hurt, putting a hand over his heart. "You say I'm lying, doll? I would never! I am telling the good and honest truth, and I swear it on my mother, my father, my... HEY! WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR MOUTH! DROP THAT!"

And he runs, chasing the smaller one, Gidel, out of the kitchen to pry whatever he's got out of his mouth (again).

You sigh, slumping against the wall.

It's only been three months, and you're already tired. Nay, exhausted. Between work and looking after your roommates, you're sore, you're achey, and you're over it.

At least they pay rent. You're don't want to know where they get the money, since you're sure they don't work.

You close your eyes. Just until the holidays...

Then, their lease is over, and you can kick them out.

"Are you truly that upset over cookies?"

You (painfully) open your eyes again. Fellow is standing in the doorway, holding Gidel by the scruff of his neck, who, in turn, is holding a dead mouse between his teeth.

At least they're good for something.

"It's not the... never mind. It's nothing," you push yourself off the wall and leave with the intention of locking yourself in your room for the rest of the evening.

And you're almost successful.

Well past dark, the smell of smoke reaches your room, and you begrudgingly get up.

This is it, you think, They're doing arson now, too.

"What's that?" you shout.

No response. Bad. Very, very bad. Usually, both Fellow and Gidel would have appeared by now, grabby and talkative.

There's no one in their room, or in the kitchen. The bathroom is empty, and so are the stairs leading down to the shop.

"Damn it! Fuck! Fuck, the smoke alarm!"

Very... very bad.

You hurry downstairs, throwing open the door of the coffee shop's modest kitchen just to see Gidel holding a tray of coal, and Fellow standing on a stool and waving smoke away from the ceiling with a sooty towel.

Both of them go still when they see you.

"...What's going on here?"

They look between each other, and then Gidel smiles and holds out the tray of coal to you... but it's not coal. It's...

You pick a blackened, sooty lump from the tray. "Cookies,"

As your eyes adjust to the dark of the kitchen, you see more, a mess sprawled across the counter: flour, baking soda, eggs...

You blink. "You were... baking?"

Fellow scoffs, getting down from his stool. "Clearly. And you're supposed to be the smart one..."

"Why?"

"Really? Another stupid question,"

Gidel scampers back to the stairs with the tray of inedible burnt cookies. The one you're holding begins to crumble in your hand.

You turn to Fellow. "For... me?"

He seems to revel in your surprise, a smirk making itself known on his lips, though he keeps whatever thoughts he's having to himself.

"Don't act so surprised. It's the least I could do after all you've done for us," he says, draping an arm around your shoulders and walking you back to the stairs. "You did take us off the streets, after all."

You're not quite sure what he means by that, but you don't ask. You know that he won't tell you anything he doesn't want to.

"It wasn't charity," you say.

Fellow's smirk widens, and he pulls you a little closer to him. "And yet, still. You're far too kind, you know. Someone will take advantage of that, someday,"

As you ascend the splintered stairs, stepping over the glass and the soot and the creaky place they stash the things they think you don't know about, Fellow boops your nose.

"But not today."

[giganticgeo]

Dating IZUKU headcannons?

Dating / SFW Alphabet with Izuku ⭑.ᐟ

A/N – sorry this took so long, I've got exams coming up :(

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A – Affection ｡𖦹°‧

How does he show Affection ?

♡ Oh, my sweet boy, he is so awkward at first. He doesn't have much knowledge about girls, and you'll definitely be able to tell if you saw how he interacted with girls in season 1 of the anime.

♡ Nonetheless, he's still trying his best. Hesitantly reaches out for your hand, but then panics and asks if you're okay with it or if he's making you uncomfortable or maybe–

♡ And you'll just chuckle and reassure him that it's okay.

♡ But eventually, it will come a bit more naturally to him. He'll start greeting you by linking arms, he'll hold your hands subconsciously sometimes, lives for your hugs and kisses – albeit a bit blushy about them at first – and won't hesitate to give you some back! Well, maybe he'll hesitate a bit... what if he isn't a good kisser?

♡ Just be patient, he'll get there <3

B – Butterflies｡𖦹°

Things he does that gives you butterflies !

♡ For one, he will praise you endlessly without shame. He admires you a lot for all your strengths and will find ways to see your weaknesses as something else, not just insecurities to be ashamed of.

♡ Another is his observant behaviour, especially towards you. He notices everything. He picks up on when you try new things with your hair or makeup, complimenting it with that bright smile of his. Or he'll notice your shoulders slump and ask if you're okay. Or he'll notice a subconscious bad habit you have, frowning as he tries to think of a way to stop you.

♡ Very sweet and attentive, really :)

C - Cuddles｡𖦹°‧

Is he a cuddly fella ?

♡ Like I stated earlier, will be very shy about it at first. You could be holding him, and bro is shaking, his face red as he bit back his awfully awkward (and cute) smile.

♡ But, again, will naturally begin seeking them. He'll definitely be shy and stuttering when asking for them at first, but once he gets there, he'll just be leaning into your arms without realising it.

♡ But he loves loves LOVES holding you! He hugs you gently and close to himself like his favourite All Might plush and smile contently <3

D – Dates｡𖦹°‧

What kind of dates would he take you on?

♡ I could see him really liking those cute dates you can see on social media.

♡ Painting where you trade canvases so you can finish each other's paintings, clay dates where you buy clay and try to recreate various references you find online, a lot of arts and crafts, really.

♡ I could also definitely see him wanting to do an All Might movie marathon with you

♡ But he'll also want to do other more casual dates like cafe dates, study dates, picnics, etcetera :)

E – Experienced ｡𖦹°

Has he had any partners before you ?

♡ Nope. Definite no.

♡ If we're talkin' UA high Izu, definitely no. Hell, he was tweaking over the fact he's been on a phone call with a girl in season 2 or 3, does that seem like a guy who's experienced in dating? No offence, Izu.

♡ But no, he's definitely not experienced. You would most likely be his first <3

F – Fight ｡𖦹°‧

What would it be like to argue with him?

♡ EXTREMELY rare

♡ On the occasion it happens, he'll definitely try calming you and the situation first.

♡ If he is in the wrong, he will be extremely apologetic, bowing his head as low as it can go and doing anything you'd like to make you feel better.

♡ But if you're in the wrong, he'll be as gentle as he can with telling you. Nonetheless, he'd still call you out and won't completely bend over backwards for you in a situation like that.

♡ Nonetheless, he'll never stop trying, even if issues seem unresolvable :)

G – Gifts｡𖦹°‧

Gifts he would give you !

♡ Right off the bat, All Might merch. A rare figurine he has, a body-sized poster, matching onesies, allat!

♡ But, he also makes handmade gifts! He's afraid expensive gifts would make him seem shallow to you, so yes, he'll watch tiktok tutorials on how to make paper hearts to write messages in that he can give you on Valentines Day!

♡ But I hc that he can also bake, so he'd also want to gift you with some cookies and cupcakes <3

H – Honesty｡𖦹°‧

Does he keep secrets from you ?

♡ Actually, he's quite open with you!

♡ If he's truly close with someone, he'll also treat them as confidant, telling them about their day and any issues they have.

♡ And he'll encourage you to do the same! He wants to know all about you and if you have any issues he can help with :)

I – I Love You𖦹°‧

Who said the three words first ?

♡ Him.

♡ He didn't mean to! It just slipped out! He thought the phrase, and his lips moved along without him noticing!

♡ He was blushing and stammering as he tried explaining himself, waving his arms around in a flustered manner.

♡ But when you said it back, he froze, his blush growing deeper as smoke practically blew out of his ears.

♡ Oh, the things you do to him <3

J – Jealous｡𖦹°‧

What's he like when he's jealous ?

♡ It's rare for him to feel jealous. He trusts you and everyone around you two, so he has no reason to feel that way, he always thought!

♡ But if he ever did, it's not anger he would feel – it's insecurity.

♡ He knows what it's like to feel inferior, and he hates associating that feeling with you.

♡ But if he spots you beginning to feel uncomfortable? Sad Izu out of the way, protective Izu is putting on a frown and stepping in.

K – Kisses｡𖦹°‧

What are his kisses like ?

♡ Soft, short pecks, the short duration never overshadowing the love he puts into them!

♡ Also fond of cheek and forehead kisses, both giving and receiving.

♡ Kisses your birthmarks, moles, feckles, dimples, scars, anything like that :)

L – Locked in｡𖦹°‧

How long or what did it to make him feel you were really the one ?

♡ I think that once he develops a crush on you, he'd already think you're the one.

♡ He doesn't date for flings or fun or for temporary things like that.

♡ If he dates, he'll never imagine it to be over. He'll hope that one day, you can be his spouse <3

M – Miss you｡𖦹°‧

When he's missing you !

♡ If you were to ever be away from him for a short or long period of time, he will definitely miss you, but how will he act?

♡ Of course, he'll always be texting you, asking if you're okay and asking for pictures of you or wherever you are, etcetera!

♡ He'll also do things you two normally do together in order to soothe the feeling.

♡ But as soon as you're back, he's hugging you tight, grinning like a fool in love :)

N – No No｡𖦹°‧

Something he wouldn't want in a partner !

♡ Obviously, a villain. I don't really get fics where he's in love with a villain!reader, and I'll only somewhat like it if it's a super slowburn, but for a guy whose whole dream for years was to become a hero, he'll definitely have to say no to that.

♡ But I do think Izuku is open to all kinds of people no matter what negative traits they might have <3

O – Obvious｡𖦹°‧

How obvious is your relationship? Is it a secret?

♡ Definitely not a secret! He isn't ashamed of you and smiles whenever it's mentioned that you are his s/o!

♡ He doesn't always outright say it, but the class can definitely tell.

♡ The way he looks at you says it all, his smile is just the cherry on top :)

P – PDA ｡𖦹°‧

Public Display of Affection !

♡ Quite shy when it comes to PDA.

♡ He'll blush if you kiss him or suddenly latch onto him in public, his freckles cheeks turning rosy.

♡ But he won't mind and sometimes initiate some hugs and hand-holding <3

Q – Quality Time ｡𖦹°‧

How do you two spend time together?

♡ He adores your company and visibly lights up when he knows you're there.

♡ The two of you could spend hours just bathing in each other's presence or yapping about your interests to one another.

♡ And the pout or sad smile he wears whenever time gets cut short because the bell rang or anything like that is so– ahshaibdsks :D

R – Romance

How romantic is he ?

♡ Again, inexperienced, but tries his best!

♡ He's attentive, caring, a gentleman, plans creatice dates, give sweet gifts, just so OOJSKSJDISJS

♡ In other words, quite romantic, but oblivious to it <3

T – Trope ｡𖦹°‧

You and him as a trope !

♡ Golden retriever x Black cat would be so cute with him

♡ Or Golden retriever x Doberman

♡ Also Girlboss x Malewife :D

U – Understanding ｡𖦹°

How empathetic is he towards you ?

♡ Already a lot towards a normal person, but towards you?

♡ If YOUR situation is bad enough, it could draw tears out of HIM!!

♡ But yes, extremely empathetic, would do anything to help you <3

V – Value ｡𖦹°‧

How important are you to him ?

♡ Extremely.

♡ You can make him smile the brightest smile, cry endless tears, boil with anger on your behalf, and feel so many more things. All for you.

♡ He would legit die for you and do anything you say if it meant being with you forever, do NOT underestimate him :)

Y – Yes Yes ｡𖦹°‧

What he WOULD want in a partner !

♡ I definitely see him wanting someone with similar values as he does.

♡ He'd also admire someone strong in any sense – physically strong, very smart, interesting compared to others, etcetera.

♡ Someone who will stand by his side through and through <3

A/N no. 2 – sorry for cutting this short huhuuu I really need to sleep now :(

Pspspsss @monkeycheeks-lvl26

[arislary]

Brewing Chemistry (3/5) Han Jisung x (f) reader

Synopsis: Reader and Jisung feel the obvious connection coursing between them, but misunderstandings leave them on uneven ground. Reader begins to fall into old mindsets, struggling with the thought she ruined her one shot with Jisung. Will this end their connection before it can really begin?

Pairing: Han Jisung x (f) reader

Genre: fluff, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, coffee-shop au, non-idol au, meet-cute au

Warning: fluff, eventual smut, slight angst, slight dom/sub, slight Dom Jisung, slight Sub reader, cute nicknames, spit kink, makeouts, i lied about it being a slow-burn, moving too fast?, insecurity, sad Jisung, sad reader, jealous!Jisung, communication is key! bf!Felix, 3RACHA, alcohol use, drug use mentioned (stoner!reader) (let me know if I missed anything)

WC: 3.5k

AN: some more angst from reader as we navigate the aftermath of the first date, if there's one thing I hate it's misunderstandings, but ugh I love to write them! UNEDITED

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Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4 -> Part 5

It had been close to about two weeks since I had last seen Jisung. Two weeks since he came over to comfort me. Two weeks since he left me a quivering mess in my kitchen, sitting a puddle of my desire. Two weeks since he walked out of my apartment after staying up until 2 am, over cups of coffee, talking. I could still feel the warmth of his hand, the only contact we allowed ourselves after the kitchen- I don’t know what to call that honestly. I could feel the growing bubble of ‘what ifs’ already taking root inside me. I am dumb, so dumb.

I totally scared him off, way to play it cool, man! I pulled the scrunchy from my hair, letting the waves come down around my shoulders. I scrubbed a hand through my hair, groaning as I slumped forward, elbows resting on my knees.

I had been sitting in my living room, trying desperately not to think about Jisung. Or his hair. Or his eyes. Or his hands. Or his- 

Did I think we would start dating after that? 

DUH. Okay no, not really, but maybe at least something!

To be fair, we had received a new project at work that had me around the clock, night and day working and I genuinely struggled with texting back anyone, but it wasn’t like he was also asking me to hang out either! I grumbled, looking down at my phone again to the still ‘0’ notifications. I could feel myself starting to get anxious and angry. ‘Please tell me you feel the same way’ my ass. I groaned and flung myself back against the couch, narrowing my eyes at the tv screen, Criminal Minds playing the background. I had been watching this when he was here- already 6 seasons past that point. I pouted and rubbed my socked feet together, my fingers tracing the dragons tattooed on my thighs.

Wow this.. actually sucks. I could feel start to wake up in the back of my mind, that dark inkling fear of being alone. That I'm alone. Always alone. I bite my lip, scrolling through my favorites and quickly calling my only lifeline. 

“Hello!?”

“Lix?” 

I could hear the rustling of phone as it sounded like he was holding it between his head and shoulder. I could hear him grunt and immediately tore my phone away from my hear, disgust present on my life. All previous emotions putting a pause.

“Oh! Felix- what the fuck! You better not be having sex!”

“PFFT! ______!” He sounded scandalized, his gasp a dramatic high pitched noise. “Why that’s not very nice!” 

I rolled my eyes at my best friend, a ruthful smile present on my lips. If there was one thing I could be sure of, I really wasn't alone, as much as my mind liked to convince me.

“Actually yea, I take that back. You are that much of a pervert-”

“Exactly!”

“-At least you have shame to hide your weird kinks!” The smirk growing on my lips.  

“Yea! At least I have- Hey! What the fuck are we even talking about right now!? Did you just call to insult me?” Felix growled over the phone, his voice going back down to a deeper pitch. I snorted as he hurriedly explained that his kinks weren’t weird, but linked to our genes and traumas. “-And another thing! We DON’T kink shame in this household!” 

“God, that Sex and Psych class really did something for you didn’t it?” Referring back to the elective course he and I both took to get our final Humanities credit. The class wasn’t bad and actually really informative, but it left a lasting impression on Felix, who ended up staying an extra two years to minor in psychology specifically about sexuality. And to think this guy wanted to go into business. 

“I’ll have you know humans are complex creatures and society has been made it to a mission to shame us for what-“

“Alright dude, we don’t have all night for this, now did you want to hangout tonight or not?”

“Well jeez! I don’t think I even remembered you asking if I was free!?” I whined into the phone, my foot stomping on the carpet.

“Pleeaaseee Lix! I just- I gotta go out or something!” He tsked through the phone before relenting saying he’d meet me in 10 to head to our favorite bar. 

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Pulling up to the Rooftop was always a hassle, but thankfully, Felix decided to order you both an Uber so that he could get as he said “blacked the fuck out”, I whined telling him it was me who was having a rough few weeks, I deserved to be getting fucked up.

"Please, ______, don't act like I didn't smell the two joints you smoked before I even arrived-" I smirked at Felix as he shook his head in disbelief. "-like legit, it took 10 minutes to get to you."

I shrugged, my eyes falling closed. "What can I say? I'm a connoisseur."

Passing the bouncer, our IDs already out and displayed as he let us walk in. The beat of the music and loud chatter from bar patrons drowned everything out as I pulled the strap of my tiny purse further up my shoulder. I walked towards the bar, wiggling my fingers at Sana, who winked at me as she finished handing a customer a drink. She whistled and eyed me up a down as she came over to our side of the bar. I had chosen a form fitting black jumpsuit, with long sleeves and thumb holes and my white kicks. 

“______, look I know I hit on you jokingly-“ I gasped in mock-offense, my arms crossing against the bar, boobs pushing up together, smirking as Sana’s eyes darted down, watching a slight flush hit her cheeks. “But for real, give me a chance, baby.”

Baby. I felt my heart stutter. My mind immediately flashing images of a certain brown-haired, brown-eyed boy. I focus back on Sana, and give her wink. “Who knows, Sana! You just might win me yet!” She laughed, her pretty lips tugging back in a smile as she prepared our usual drinks.

And honestly, why not give her a chance, Sana was hot as fuck, witty, and charming as hell. 

But she’s not Jisung-

Exactly! She wouldn’t basically ghost me after making me feel endless universes’ colliding in my stomach, ruining me for anyone from just a stupid kiss. Sana placed a rum and coke down in front of me and a vodka red bull for Felix. We cheers, both quickly throwing back the entire glass and slamming them down on the bar. I moaned and threw my head back. 

“Felix, this is literally what I needed, you don’t understand!” I pouted and looked over at him, eyes shining brightly. “Am I ugly?”

Felix started nodding before I finished, face sympathetic. 

“I thought you knew-“

“Hey!” A laugh bursted from my lips, as I slapped his arm. “You asshole! I’m serious-"

“So am I!” I pinched his side and he yelped, jumping in his barstool. His knee banged against the bottom of the bar and I fell in a fit of laughter against it.

“T-that’s what y-you fucking get!” Felix rubbed at his knee, eyes glaring at me as he asked Sana for another drink, purposefully making a point to ask her not to give me another. That sobered me up quickly as I pouted, reaching towards Sana with grabby hands. “Don’t listen to him! You’ve known me longer.”

“True-“ Sana ran her tongue over her bottom lip, clicking and tilting her head to the side. She turned her gaze to Felix, who leaned in smiling at her, the glitter around his eyes making him look ethereal as the transparent shirt shimmered like water as he lifted his hand to glide a finger across Sana’s hand that rested flat on the counter. “But I wouldn’t mind taking a dip in the deep end with you, Lix.”

I grimaced pulling back from them. 

“How could you! I thought what we had was special!”

“_________?” 

My back straightens as I whip around to see those eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes. Those big, beautiful, dumb eyes. 

“Jisung.”

He blanches, the hopeful look in his eyes faltering as he took in my cold demeanor. I could feel the blood rushing to my ears, god why did he have to look like that? His hair looked soft as ever, dressed in a black long sleeve shirt, black pants, and chunky boots. His gold necklaces sparkled. I hated it. He looks sooo fucking good. 

“Uh- h-hey, how’ve you been?”

“Fine. Yourself?” Jisung now frowns, his eyes darting all over my face. He must have found what he was looking for as I watch him visibly dissolve in front of me. Ah fuck now that hurts. He shoves his hands in his pocket, rocks back on his heels. 

“It’s alright, _______. I get it-“ he cleared his throat, a nervous laugh coming out as he ran a hand through his hair. “I hope you have a really good night. And uh-“ his eyes flickered over to Felix, something passing through them. “Be safe.” 

He mumbled out the last part and turned around quickly. I watched as he shuffled back towards a booth in the corner. I could recognize the two men that had accompanied him to the cafe, watching us with still curious eyes, except now, one of them met my gaze with a frown. Alright, now why's he looking at me like that. I turned back around to be met a raised eyebrow from Felix. He nodded his head over to the booth and leaned closer to me.

“Is that him?” I avert my gaze and take a peak behind me to find, oh god-

He’s staring. 

And he looks so sad. 

I turned back forward, choosing to ignore Felix's question as he already figured out just who left me in turmoil yet again, calling out for Sana to give me two shots of rum and another round of our drinks. Felix sputtered next to me, scandalized. 

“I was gonna be the one to black out!”

I scoffed at him, downing one of the shots and shoving the other towards him. 

“I don’t want to get drunk, I need courage.” 

Felix gave me a look, his eyes softening and an understanding passed through them. He gave me a small smile, hand reaching over to pat me on the top of my back, rubbing my shoulder. Felix threw his shot backs, coughing lightly. 

“God I hate rum- you’re sick for enjoying this so much-“ he turns his body towards me, his chin resting on his hand as his other arm came to rest on the back of my stool. I watch as his gaze goes to something behind and a surprised look makes itself known, his mouth forming the shape of an 'o'. “Also, I can’t help, but think maybe you won’t need anything liquid courage with the way he’s staring at yo- actually no, glaring at me really.”

Wait, HUH?!

I grabbed onto Felix’s arm and dug my nails in. Felix yelps, trying to tug his arm out of my hold. My cheeks suddenly felt hot and I reached to take a sip of my drink, chewing on the tip of the straw. 

“Is he really?” Felix snorted, sipping on his second vodka red-bull. His gaze going back behind me, and an evil smirk making its way onto his face. 

“Oh yea, I don't think he's stopped since he sat back down to be honest with you,” I gasped, my mouth falling open, eyes sparkling, before letting go of his arm finally to down the rest of my drink. I hopped up from my stool, slamming my purse down on the bar, giving Felix a look. 

“Guard this with your life. Now I’m gonna casually turn so I can see his cute dumb face and then I gotta pee like hella badly.”

Felix chuckled, before leaning in, placing a hand on top of mine and squeezed it. His nose almost touches mine and the smirk on his face widens. 

“Wanna make him jealous?” 

I roll my eyes and push at his shoulder, snorting at him. So stupid. I wasn’t one to be petty in that way. I preferred a more intimate type of pettiness and while I may be so frustrated at him, I didn’t want Jisung to think I was like that. Fuck him. I shook my head at Felix and turned to head in the direction of the bathroom. I started at the almost desperately helpless eyes that met my stare as I took my first few steps.

Jisung sat in the booth with what looked like an air of casualness, legs spread so that one was under the table, the other in front of him. I would've thought he was indifferent if it had not been the erratic bouncing of his leg, slight rubbing of his hand on his knee, and that look in his eyes told me he was anything, but indifferent.

I bite my lip, furrowing my brow, absolutely confused. Honestly, it really wouldn’t hurt me if I just reached back out to him. It's not like he hates me or anything, but still why didn't he ever text me. The phone does go both ways, I could’ve- should’ve said something more. This was my problem, why I spent countless nights, sitting in my room. 

Because it’s hard!

I averted my gaze from his, moving quickly to the bathroom. I finished my business, washing my hands before I’m left staring at the mirror. I did look good, beautiful even, my suit accentuating my figure and I turned to gaze at myself. A small smile made its way on my face, before I realized, I wish I was here with Jisung. Not that Felix wasn’t great company, but seeing him here.. All I wanted was for us to hold hands again. To kiss me again. To have him smile at me as he calls me 'his baby'.

Oh god. 

I shuttered at that, man was I sick. Hold hands with a guy once and now I’m obsessed. Maybe I should start therapy again. I threw out the paper towel, thankful that Rooftop was at least conscious of making the indoor bathroom a push door. I pushed it open with my butt, hands going up into my hair to form a bun, having forgot my hair-tie in my purse, feeling like I was starting to heat up from anxious feelings starting to surface. God, I need a hit. I gasp, my hands tightening in my hair as I found Jisung leaning- waiting -against the opposite wall from the restroom. His hands were shoved in his pockets, his head down, but shooting up once he heard the door opening. 

“Hi.”

“H-hi,” god he was so cute. He cleared his throat, standing up straight. He shuffled closer to me, his eyes hard to read as he gave me a soft smile. I watched his eyes slowly run down the length of my body, taking me in completely for the first time. He gradually returned to my gaze, his face almost unreadable, but I could see he was holding himself back. Back from what? “You look really beautiful tonight. I uh- I had wanted to tell you earlier. I- I’m sorry if I interrupted your date or if I-“

“Felix is just my best friend,” Jisung’s mouth snapped closed, his eyes flashing up to mine. “And I’ve never even remotely had feelings for him whatsoever and neither has he for me.” 

Jisung continued to stare at me, his expression growing even more unreadable. It was just like that first day meeting, I could see the gears turning in his brain as he needed a second to reset. Having let my hair fall from the initial shock of seeing him, my arms wrapped around the middle of my stomach and I stepped closer to him. 

“I just need you to know that I’m not talking to anyone or anything,” I took a deep breath, rubbing the tops of my arms before looking him the eyes again. “And, I’m sorry I didn’t text you. It’s not an excuse, but I got busy with work and I’m just not good- not the best at time management, but I'm working on that- but I could- should have at least said something to you.”

Jisung immediately starts shaking his head, hands coming out of his pockets to finally reach towards me, but pulling back at the last second. Biting his lip hard, his hands forming fists at his sides.  

“No, Ba- _______- fuck- Please don’t apologize. Fuck, I’m sorry, it’s on me. I should’ve been the one to call you and reach out. But-“ He groaned, scrubbing his hands into his hair, frustration and desperation oozing from his pores. I could feel myself perk up slightly, ears already picking up on the word he nearly dropped. I stared at him as he looked everywhere else, but me, his lips pouting. “You had just been so vulnerable with me and god I felt like I had taken advantage of you-“

“Taken advantage?”

“I mean there you are crying about your bad day, only trying to just tell me about it and I- I kiss you!”

“I wanted you to kiss me.”

“God, I felt like such an asshole, but you just looked so beautiful and sweet and just small and were looking at me like you just needed me and- wait what did you say?”

I laughed, finally closing the distance between, hand grabbing a hold of his fist, pushing my fingers to interlock with his. 

“I wanted you to kiss me and I really enjoyed it. You have been the only thing on my mind and I do want to apologize that you felt that way-" I shook my head, taking a step closer to him. "Jisung that was the best unconventional first date I’ve ever had. I didn’t feel taken advantage of at all.”

It was his turn to laugh, one out of relief, as he pulled my hand towards him, his other hand coming to wrap around my waist, his forehead coming to rest on mine. His eyes were closed, but I could feel the tension slowing leaving his body the longer he held me. 

"Baby, I can't tell you- I mean I just, fuck," I muffle my laugh, digging into his embrace. "The boys were telling me I was getting too much in my head and that you would have said if you were uncomfortable-"

"True."

"I just- you're so cool to me and I feel like I'm doing everything for the first time."

I bite my lip, taking a deep breath of his cologne as I rubbed my cheek against his shirt. "I feel it too, so I get it and I could have also just sent you a text too-

"No!" Jisung shook his head, arms tightening around me. "That was on me, pretty, definitely dropped the ball on that. I'm taking full responsibility!"

I laughed as I pulled my head away to look up at him.

"Jisung?"

"Hmmm?" He has this content smile on his face, swaying us as we held on.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

The swaying stopped and a deep red bloomed on his cheeks. Jisung stared down at me in wonder. His breathing stopped too as he continued to gawk at me.

“Are- you’re sure?”

I nodded, my hand coming to rest on his cheek as I leaned up to peck his lips. I moved back and smiled at the dazed look on his face, smothering the laugh the was threatening to come out, I rubbed my thumb back and forth on his chubby cheek. 

“I’m sure,” he basically melted into my hold, both of his arms now wrapping around my waist and lifting me slightly off the floor. I shrieked, hugging him closer, nails scratching lightly at his back.

"Fuck yes! Holy shit! You're my girlfriend!"

"I said a 'date'!" Laughter spilling from my lips, as he mumbled 'details' and 'soon' in between the pecks he left on all over my face.

Yea sometimes I could be really dumb. As Jisung squeezed me tighter to him. Really dumb. As he held my hand, walking us out to meet with his friends who had migrated to the bar now speaking with Felix. Like so enormously dumb. As he kept his arm around my waist the rest of night, excitedly introducing me to his friends and co-producers, Bangchan and Changbin (or as they call themselves as a group, 3RACHA). Like maybe Felix had been right with how many times he’s called me ‘pabo’. Because what was I thinking that I could have scared this guy off? I looked up at him, catching his gaze as he spoke animately to Felix about ‘Clash of Clans’ and without skipping a beat, he leaned down, his lips grazing mine before pulling away to continue speaking with Felix, who was now fake gagging along with Bangchan and Changbin. 

Yea I could be totally dumb sometimes, to think I could have missed out on him. So dumb.

[legendary-69420]

Chapter 19: Déjà Vu

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 2)

The final race of the season was fast approaching, but Charles couldn’t shake the growing pit of anxiety gnawing at him. Everywhere he looked, there were rumors—whispers that Mark wouldn’t be returning next year. He hadn't dared to ask Mark directly, and it was driving him to the edge. Carlos was already leaving to join Williams, and now it felt like he was about to lose Mark too. His friend, his closest ally, and… maybe something more.

Arthur and Lorenzo sat with him, trying to calm him down, but it wasn’t working. The room was filled with tension as Charles’ thoughts spiraled.

“You don’t get it!” Charles snapped, pacing in frustration. “You don’t know how much he means to me! This is all happening again, like last year… but this time it’s real! He might actually leave!”

Arthur looked up, confused. “What do you mean, ‘like last year’? Mark’s not confirmed to leave yet, right?”

Lorenzo nodded in agreement. “It’s all just rumors, Charles. Red bull hasn’t made an official announcement.”

But Charles shook his head, his voice filled with frustration. “That’s what you said last year when I thought I was losing him too, and look how that turned out! Last year, I wanted to tell him… I needed to, but I couldn’t, and I thought I’d never see him again.”

Arthur blinked, surprised by Charles’ sudden outburst. “Wait… you really care about him that much? Like—”

Before Arthur could finish, Charles cut him off. “You don’t get it! I LOVE HIM, OKAY?! I CAN’T LOSE HIM, NOT AGAIN!” His voice broke as the words slipped out, louder than he had ever intended.

A stunned silence filled the room. Charles stared ahead, his heart racing. He hadn’t even realized the weight of those words until now. Arthur and Lorenzo exchanged shocked glances.

“Wait… you love him?” Arthur asked, his voice quiet but filled with disbelief. “Charles, are you serious?”

Lorenzo’s eyes widened. “We’re talking about Mark here, right?”

Charles slumped back onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. “I… I don’t know, okay? I didn’t even mean to say that. I’m just… I’m scared of losing him.”

Later that evening, Charles found himself absentmindedly scrolling through Instagram, trying to take his mind off things. But then something stopped him cold. A post from F1’s official account caught his eye. His heart raced as he opened it:

Charles blinked in disbelief, his heart skipping a beat. Mark was staying?! He stared at his phone, trying to process the information. Was this real? Could it actually be happening?

Before he could think any further, his phone buzzed. It was Mark.

Charles hesitated for a moment before answering. “Mark?” His voice trembled, unsure of what to say.

“Hey, bunny boy,” Mark’s teasing voice came through the line. “Miss me?”

Charles blinked, still in shock. “I… are you really staying with Ferrari next season? I just saw the post, and I thought—”

Mark laughed, the sound light and playful. “Yep! Just signed the contract. Looks like you’re stuck with me for another season, mate.”

Relief flooded through Charles, a weight lifting off his chest. “Wait… seriously? You’re not leaving?”

“Nope,” Mark teased again. “Red Bull’s in my rearview now. It’s just you and me at Ferrari.”

Charles laughed, a wave of happiness washing over him. “I thought you were leaving. I was… I was losing my mind thinking about it.”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere,” Mark reassured him. “We’re teammates again. Get ready for another season together.”

Charles smiled, relief and excitement mixing inside him. But as much as he was thrilled that Mark was staying, a part of him couldn’t shake the deeper feelings he’d just confessed. He wasn’t ready to confront them yet, but knowing Mark wasn’t leaving gave him some time to figure it all out.

For now, all that mattered was that Mark was staying. That was enough.

---

[pixydustworld]

The marriage law was announced at 2pm on a Tuesday.

By 2:15 Hermione had already drafted a motion to dismiss the law entirely. It was a good motion, too. If she’d sent a copy to Ron, he would’ve replied with: wow! lots of words! good stuff!

At 2:17 her motion was denied.

“It’s best to just accept defeat.” Malfoy said from his side of the office, bookshelves neat, papers all stacked in order. “You won’t win this one.”

“I’m not in the habit of giving up.” Hermione snapped. Her side of the office was cluttered, less pristine. Her bookshelf had a nasty habit of overflowing all over the floor, stacks of books balancing precariously on every surface. “A fire hazard.” Malfoy had sneered at her once, “Breaking several codes.”

“Hm.” Malfoy said, “I hadn’t noticed.” He was smiling softly, like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. Waiting, almost patiently for her to smile. Stupid man with his stupid grin, Hermione wanted to throw a book at his head.

“This is archaic.” Hermione hissed. “The Ministry has gone too far. They can't force us to marry anyone.”

Even as she spoke, a squirming feeling of doubt was beginning to take root in her chest — being friends with Harry came with many things. Companionship and love, but it also came with a healthy distrust of the government (like a free gift basket! but terrible one).

Malfoy ignored her complaints. "Marriage Acts aren't as mid-evil as you're making them out to be." He said, with that annoying voice he used when he knew he was right about something, "They serve a purpose."

"A purpose?" Hermione could practically feel the beginnings of an aneurysm. A fitting death, slumped over her desk, surrounded by unfinished documents and discovered by Draco Malfoy, "Are you actually defending this?"

She would have to find a new partner. A new office, one where he wasn't constantly surrounding her, swimming on the edge of her peripheral vision. Maybe Dean Thomas would let her set up a current workplace in his records closet, he was always bragging about how it was big enough for him to take naps in during work —

"No." Malfoy said, somehow even more amused now, "I don't support it."

"Oh." Hermione said, very eloquently, "That's good."

"But," Malfoy continued, still distinctly unruffled while Hermione was very ruffled, "Most people will be unfazed. It's a Pure-Blood tradition. My parents have always planned to arrange a marriage contract.” Malfoy shrugged, “It’s not absolutely unheard of.”

“Well," Hermione said, out of breath from all the pacing she was doing, "Your parents are terrible.”

“Of course.” Malfoy said, like it was obvious. “They would never allow me the opportunity to sully the Malfoy name. Producing the correct heir is the only thing I’ll ever be good at.”

Hermione frowned. “Hearing about your family isn’t good for our working relationship. It makes me feel bad for you.”

“We can’t have that.” Malfoy said.

“No,” she agreed with a sigh, “we can’t have that.”

“So, tell me Granger. What is your plan?” His grin became less self indulgent, more fake. “You’ll have to marry someone. It'll undoubtably be the event of the season — have a fiancé you’ve been hiding from me?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Do you think I could hide anything from you?”

Malfoy knew when she changed the scent of her shampoo, when she switched up her coffee order — he even knew if she was sleeping less than usual. It was impossibly annoying to be around someone so observant, someone so intent on cataloguing her every move.

"If I had a secret fiancé, which I don't, I'm confident that you're competent enough to have sniffed him out by now."

Malfoy responding grin was slow and syrupy. "You think I'm competent?"

“Piss off, Malfoy.”

“Is he shorter than me? Is that it? Didn’t want to introduce us because you knew he’d feel bad?”

“You’re taller than everyone.” Hermione said, annoyed, again, “You would obviously be taller than my imaginary fiancé. You’re like an angelic giraffe.”

“You think I’m angelic?”

“No.”

"Two compliments on top of each other, are you feeling alright, Granger?"

"Shut up."

At 2:20, Hermione began to clean her side of the office, desperate for an excuse not to talk to Malfoy.

At 2:22, Harry slammed through her door, completely demolishing the (very little) progress Hermione had made in cleaning up her side of the office.

“I’ll marry you.” Harry said, slightly out of breath, like he’d sprinted all the way to her office, “Do you think we can kiss without making a face? We’ll have to practice.”

“I’m not marrying you.” Hermione said from the floor behind her desk, “You are engaged to Theo.” She was laying on her back with a book covering her face, feeling rightfully sorry for herself.

“Theo won’t mind.” Harry said in the voice he reserved for whenever he wanted people to listen to him (i am harry potter! and i did not spill mustard on the couch! you have to believe me, i saved the world!) “It will be quick. I can get us rings before the day is over.”

"No." Hermione said, still on the floor, "I've gone along with enough of your stupid ideas. This is too much."

Because, despite it all, Harry would do this. Without hesitation, blind loyalty and unwavering determination — Harry would marry her and be pleased with his choices. He was lovely, but at times, Harry could be a misguided idiot.

"This is where you draw the line?" Malfoy hummed, "Interesting to catch a glimpse into the inner workings of your mind."

Finally scrambling to her feet (after a few more seconds of wallowing) Hermione was horrified to find a familiar look on Harry's face — one that promised something stupid.

"I'll figure it out. " Harry said, with a shrug that reminded Hermione of their childhood (occidentally, the stress headache she was feeling also reminded her of their childhood). He pointed a stoic finger at her. "Don't make a face when I kiss you."

Then, he left.

“Theo wouldn’t mind,” Malfoy said in a helpful voice, “He’d probably marry you as well. Would it be Granger-Potter-Nott? Or Granger-Nott-Potter? Better figure that out soon. Potter seems eager to find those rings.”

Hermione threw a book at his head.

Malfoy caught it with ease, his stupid Quidditch hands.

“I have an idea,” Malfoy said after a moment.

Hermione ignored him. “There has to be a way out of this.” She was pacing again, sensible shoes kicked off to the corner (where she’d undoubtedly forget them) “I could write another motion? A longer one this time. With more quotes.”

“Marry me instead.”

Hermione stopped pacing. “Excuse me?”

“I’m your best option.”

“I have many options —

“Weasley already tricked someone into marrying him and Potter is engaged to my only friend.” He frowned, in a mocking sort of way. “Did I leave anyone out?”

“No.” Hermione said flatly. “You didn’t.”

“Alright then. Marry me.”

“Hah.” She said, “Hah. I take back everything I’ve ever said about you. Malfoy, you are funny.”

“I’m being serious.” He said, looking annoyed. Fantastic, they were both annoyed. Like they always were.

“We can get married before the law passes and then you can do what you do best.” Malfoy continued, like that was a totally normal thing to say.

“Which is?” Without her shoes, the height difference was unbearably noticeable. She had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. At some point he'd stopped being a willowy wraith of a person and began the unfortunate process of filling out.

He didn’t look away. “Destroy everyone’s expectations and free the downtrodden.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “What would you get out of this arrangement?”

Malfoy shrugged, too practiced to be nonchalant. “I’d be married to a war hero. It would do wonders for my reputation.”

“And you would be married to me.” Hermione said, beginning to feel like this was getting too real, “We both know that would never happen.”

“Never?”

“Never.” She agreed.

He wasn’t smiling that lazy smile from before, this one was different. Sharper. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Besides,” Hermione continued on loudly, “you’re no gentleman. No need to pretend. I don’t need saving, I’ll figure this out myself.”

“You don’t need to.” Malfoy said, “I will help. I want to fuck over the Ministry for many reasons, but mainly because they declined your motion.”

He was on her side of the office now, leaning casually against her desk, inches away from where she stood. He was too pretty up close, like staring at the sun.

“It was very good.” Hermione breathed.

Malfoy nodded, almost too good at pretending to be sincere.

“I’m sure it was good. You touched it. Everything you touch is golden.”

“You truly want to help me?”

“I’ve only offered several times.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “All to fuck over the Ministry? No other reason?”

“Maybe I want you all to myself.”

Hermione's eye twitched.

"Don't tease me." She managed to hiss. "Not about this."

She saw when he realized, a flicker of excitement in his eyes — when he noticed her apparent misery at how completely and helplessly she was drawn to him.

"I'd never dream of it." Malfoy said warmly, "You could kill me with ease, only an idiot would be careless around you."

She thought of all the long nights they spent together, crammed in their tiny little office. How she looked forward to her day, if only to see his stupidly pointy face. How she tried to date, but couldn’t. Because it wasn’t right — her dates were too kind, too short.

Not him.

How, through everything, he was the first person she thought of in the morning, the person she thought of in the darkness of the night, when no one could see her wandering hands — the person she looked at for a challenge, for relief and support.

Despite her best attempts, Hermione Granger had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy and now, here he was, seeming to share in her suffering.

“We’d have to consummate the marriage.” She said, giving him one last out. “You’d have to see me naked.”

“I’m sure I’ll survive.”

“I’m very bossy,” she said, “and I work all the time.”

“Good thing we share an office.”

“I’m not easy to love.”

Malfoy scoffed. “It’s been easy enough for me.”

He was close enough to touch, so uncharacteristically open. Looking down at her with fondness she didn’t know he possessed.

“I’m selfish.” Malfoy warned, “Do not forget that. I will help you destroy this law and anything else you want. Burn it all down if you want to. But I won’t be letting you go. Not now, after I've gotten you."

“I suppose that’s fine.” Hermione said softly, watching as his hand moved to touch her face, warm against her skin. "It'll be bearable to be around you, I suppose."

As he held her face in his hands, Hermione watched as his grin transform into something different, something new — a smile she'd only seen glimpses of, one only for her. "I'll work very hard to make our marriage a tolerable one." He said.

"Good," Hermione breathed, stretching up to kiss him, to finally press her lips against his, "I can't wait."

Hermione was married at 3pm on a Tuesday.

It was a small ceremony.

Harry, although he'd never publicly admit it, was relieved.

Despite his best attempts, he would've made a face when Hermione had kissed him.

[quanxilemmebeyourgirlfriendpls]

Last at the Station

!! jjk season 2 spoilers !!

the day after the Shibuya incident

nanami/gender neutral reader

847 words

You felt sick to your stomach as you entered your joint apartment. Not once in your four years together had you felt alone here. 

He said he’d be back late. 

He said he’d be back.

“God, Ken.” you choked out as your knees hit the kitchen floor.

It had been a few hours since Shoko quickly called you with the news. She sounded overwhelmed and exhausted.

You still didn't know the details of where your boyfriend had gone the night before, but you understood that he would never come back from it. 

The scene before he left replayed in your mind for what felt like hours.

“Ken, do they reaallly need you out there right now? I wanted to watch scary movies and cuddle with you,” you whined as he got dressed to go. 

“I’m sorry darling, I know you did but I can’t leave them shorthanded. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” 

You knew he would always choose sorcery over you, but you wish he hadn’t just this once; if only he had rid his mind of this moral obligation for one night. 

After nearly an hour of trying to convince him to stay home, you kissed his cheek and told him to be careful out there as you sent him to his death sentence. 

“I’m sure I’ll be home late, but we can watch a movie if you're up for it when I get back, alright?” 

You weren't sure how long you'd been awake for at this point.

Staying up to spend quality time with your boyfriend was worth it, so of course, that was exactly what you did. 

What you didn’t know was that after hours of waiting, rather than a sweet, tired Nanami waking you out of your sleep—a worn-out classmate of his would be answering your frantic questions as she tried to process the never-ending night herself. 

What exactly does one do in this situation?

You had never lost a boyfriend before. Were you supposed to tell his parents? Do they even know what he did for a living? Were you putting the others in danger by telling anyone? Were you supposed to lie for the rest of your life?

Everything was so overwhelming and all you wanted to do was turn to him and fall into his arms like you always had before. 

How were you supposed to function without him here? 

It seemed that you slumped over and hit your head during your fall in the kitchen. Things were becoming fuzzy. 

“What do I do, Ken?” you said to no one as you stared blankly at your oven, face squished to the cold tile. 

Your head was pulsing, it was getting harder to ignore. 

How long has it been? Was that this morning? Is Shoko alright? Is Ken alright? Where is Ken? How long has it been? He sure is late. What movie should we watch? Does he even like scary movies? Did I forget to buy popcorn? God, I totally forgot to buy popcorn. Maybe Ken can pick some up on his way home, he’s late anyway. Jeez, he’s super late. What’s taking him so long? Why does my head hurt so bad? I’ll ask Ken to grab me some aspirin when he come in, I’m too tired to get up right now.

Soon the world went dark. 

When you opened your eyes the darkness still reigned. You had left the window open and were practically shaking on the kitchen floor. 

For a brief moment, you had forgotten reality, almost summing it up to some horrible dream. 

That’s when it hit you. He wasn’t coming back. There would be no popcorn, no movie, no fun and no Kento. God, there would be no Kento. How could there be no Kento? You couldn't even remember life before him and now he was gone? This couldn't be happening. 

You found yourself sobbing in a fetal position, unable to do much else. 

“Why?” you wailed to yourself. 

The headache was persistent as if you needed any more pain. 

Sleep took over you once more but this time it was a comfort.

As you were out, you saw Nanami. He was so bright. It was like a beautiful alternate universe that you’d never be able to reach yourself. 

The two of you walked along the beach in Kuantan. You had set up two chairs and a stack of books to surprise him. It was his dream vacation and you had planned it for his 29th birthday. The weather was perfect and he couldn't stop smiling, it was the happiest you’d ever seen him.

Then you woke again. 

Your practically empty stomach forced whatever was left out. 

That trip was supposed to happen. You had already booked the flight and bought the ingredients for the dinner the two of you would eat when you told him. He was supposed to make it to Malaysia. He was supposed to be happy and alive. 

Now it would only ever remain a dream, something to imagine when you didn’t want to accept fate.

• a/n •

hiii thank you for reading!! i've never written angst before and i honestly had no idea how to finish this so i'm just posting this as is before it sits in my google docs for months lmaoo

[erideights]

With my 6th sense. (3)

Pairing: Hunter x fem! jedi reader

Rating: SFW

Wordcount: 3K

Chapters: (1) (2) (4)* (5)* (*not posted yet)

Warnings and tags: extremely light swearing from frat boy Hunter (because no one can tell me he didn't before he became all soft in TBB), canon-typical slight violence, tension between characters, maybe plot convenience (but let's be real, who doesn't add it?? The Clone Wars was just it all the time)

Summary: Another day, another suicide mission for the squad. This time commanded by a jedi general Hunter doesn't seem to really get along with.

A/N: I've been struggling a bit with making Hunter so distrustful, thinking it was maybe out of character, and then I rewatched episodes 1,2,3,4 of The Clone Wars season 7 where they are introduced, and actually saw how suspicious he was of Echo at first. So yeah, it's pretty accurate and I love it. Enjoy!

Blurred streaks of light turn into distant stars as the Bad Batch’s shuttle, the Havoc Marauder -she still wonders who chose that name but will wait some more to ask- drops out of hyperspace, Serenno now looming ahead. Tech worked thoroughly to disguise their shuttle as a Separatist cargo vessel during their long trip, modifying all their scanner parameters, and now they are moments away from testing his handiwork and to see if the general's creative idea is a stroke of genius or a suicidal move.

Hunter’s mind is a swirl of doubts, tension painfully pulling from his muscles while seated in the copilot seat. Usually, when he’s the one that proposes the reckless strategies, he doesn’t worry so much about the outcome. Maybe because if everything goes wrong, he would blame himself, but this time he wouldn’t have that privilege. He glances at his General as his thoughts wander to her, far too relaxed given the circumstances. That playful smirk tugging at her lips and how calm she seems to be does little to ease his nerves. In fact, it infuriates him more. Her confidence is both reassuring and unnerving at the same time.

“Alright, everyone, get ready,” Tech instructs, his hands flying over the controls. “We’re approaching the Separatist control station.”

And as on cue, the mechanical voice of a battle droid echoes through the cockpit. “State your designation and cargo,” it demands.

Tech adjusts his goggles and leans in, voice steady and authoritative. “Shuttle TR-77, carrying supplies for the main base on Serenno. Transmitting clearance codes now.”

Hunter’s jaw tightens as silence falls over them. Oh, he really doesn’t trust this plan. What if they see through the ruse? What would happen if a damn droid decides to take a peek through the front of the ship?

The jedi, sensing his unease filling the room like toxic gas in a locked closet, leans closer to his seat, calmly resting her arm against it. “What’s the matter, sarge? Don’t trust Tech’s hacking skills?”

Before Hunter can respond, his lip twitching in what she would say is close to a snarl, Tech beats him to it. “Actually, based on the statistical data and previous successful infiltrations, there is a 97.6% chance this will hold up. The algorithms I use to—”

“Tech,” Hunter interrupts, keeping his eyes on the screen, “focus.”

“Roger roger, TR-77, you may approach and land,” the droids finally confirm.

Hunter exhales slowly, thinking he is subtle enough, but he isn’t. “See? Told you it would work,” she says with a playful grin, chuckling lowly.

Wrecker, on the other hand, slumps back in his seat, clearly disappointed. “I wanted some action.”

“Just wait,” Crosshair says dryly, biting into his toothpick. “Things always blow up eventually.”

…

Everyone’s getting ready by the time the cargo ship descends smoothly through Serenno’s atmosphere, the planet’s thick cloud cover parting to reveal a dense, sprawling forest below on its way to the main base. Tech’s hands move deftly over the controls, detaching and guiding the shuttle to a discreet landing spot near the edge of the forest. The ship lands with a soft thud, -smooth in comparison to the disaster the sergeant pulled off hours before-, and blends seamlessly into the surrounding greenery.

Hunter’s gaze sweeps over the calm landscape before he turns to his team. “Alright, lads,” Hunter calls them, drawing everyone's attention to him, his tone commanding while reluctantly checking everything is in place with his new outfit. “Let’s get this started. Crosshair, you stay here near the Marauder. If things go south, we’ll need a quick escape. General, you’re with me on the front. We’ll scout ahead and ensure the lab is clear once we find it. Tech, you’re with Wrecker.”

So, he’s the one giving orders now, huh? (Y/N) raises an eyebrow and rolls her eyes at how bluntly he ignores her rank and command, her authority to be the one to give the orders there, but keeps her thoughts to herself because, in the end, he knows best how his squad works. Hunter’s need to assert control could be a problem, though. “Want to keep an eye on me, sergeant? Afraid I might steal your thunder?”

Hunter’s expression remains hard to read, he could be annoyed or incredibly calm at the same time. He steals a quick glance at her, though. “I just want to make sure everything goes smoothly.”

She nods, pressing her lips in a cocky frown. “Sure thing.”

And so, with their roles established, the group splits up. Hunter and (Y/N) are the first to go into the forest with Tech and Wrecker close behind, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. The canopy above is dense, allowing only slivers of sunlight to pierce through, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

Hunter’s enhanced senses stay on high alert at all times. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, the humidity in the air around them, and the wet earth underfoot, he hears it all, smells it all. He crouches low, his improvised, ‘’undercover’’ helmet under his left arm, examining the ground where faint tracks of heavy machinery have disturbed the soil, he guesses, a month ago. “This way,” he huskily murmurs.

The jedi just watches him work, intrigued by his meticulous nature. She relents her steps at some point, letting Tech and Wrecker reach her and then, she leans softly to the first. “Remind me what he… does, exactly.” She inquires kindly, raising an eyebrow in the direction of the squad leader.

The clone, who was just checking his datapad until now, looks at her and then at Hunter, nodding in understanding. “He’s just tracking. Hunter’s abilities are actually extraordinary. All his senses are heightened to a level and precision that are almost superhuman. He can track a target through environments that would be impossible for others, or feel electromagnetic fields around him.”

Amused and finding that genuinely interesting, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Does he, now?” That’s the closest thing to a… physical, weaker version of the Force. More or less. “That’s impressive.”

“Indeed,” Tech continues, more than happy to talk to whoever was ready to listen to him. “The Kaminoans designed him with an acute awareness that allows him to detect even the faintest traces of a trail. But it’s not just physical; his brain processes these sensory inputs at an accelerated rate, making him an unparalleled tracker.”

And from there, she assumes correctly, comes his name. Originality might not be their strong suit, but it… suits him and that inherent masculinity that seems to ooze out of every pore of his skin. And she must admit, she has heard much worse.

The Jedi nods, now in deep thought, her eyes lingering on Hunter’s back as he leads them through the dense forest. He moves with the precision of a well-oiled machine, every step calculated to avoid detection. Though, she highly doubts there’s anything to worry about there in the open; according to their -Tech’s- calculations, security, both outside and inside, should be minimal. After all, they are deep in Separatist territory, only someone desperate or straight-up (borderline) suicidal would even think to try to infiltrate.

With ease and guided by their human map -better than calling him loth-wolf- the team gets deeper into the forest, the mechanical sounds of the hidden laboratory under their feet growing louder and more annoying inside the sergeant’s ears. And then he stops, raising a hand, signaling them to halt. ‘’This is it.��’

In front of them, in a small clearing surrounded by younger trees than what they’ve seen before, stands a stone structure no more than 3 meters high, covered in fallen leaves and vines. A good way to make it pass slightly more "unnoticed". Judging by the way there is absolutely nothing behind it, it is easy to assume it is an elevator.

Tech approaches the concealed entrance, his fingers dancing over his datapad. “Definitely the place. I’ll start bypassing the security.”

Hunter turns to her, his gaze steady. “Stay sharp. We don’t know what’s inside.’’

“Well, in that case maybe we should find another way in first and make sure it’s clear,” she suggests, her eyes scanning the ground, her feet taking her from one side of the lab entrance to the other. She starts kicking at the large piles of dry leaves accumulated, without success the first three or four times.

The hell is she doing? Hunter frowns, curious, arms crossed and senses alert, but he doesn’t seem to hear or feel anything nearby besides the lab. ‘’What do you suggest, General?’’

“Ventilation ducts,” moving a few meters away, in the direction of one of the few thick trees she spots around, she bites her lower lip, focusing on finding them and proving her point. ‘’An underground base must have ventilation ducts to the surface, right? We both could sneak in and wait for them inside.’’

Once in front of the large, tall, and open roots of the tree, she takes a closer look, squatting on the ground. Inside them there only seem to be dead leaves and some mushrooms, but a blinking light, very small but red, proves her right.

She scoffs ‘cause in the end, the Separatists and the Republic are not so different; there are very similar shelters on Naboo with the same technique to cover their ventilation ducts and secret doors to escape. “Found them.”

That was really clever. Smart. And there’s a part of him that’s surprised of not having thought about it himself. So as Hunter approaches from behind, taking a look over the Jedi, he nods to himself, pleased and annoyed in equal parts. Though he wouldn’t admit it. Nor let it show. He is too proud to give her any kind of credit, but… he likes her style. 

He just finds her perky personality annoying.

She looks back over her shoulder, her lips curling into a playful smile as soon as she catches a glimpse of approval in his eyes. Her head tilting in a gesture that invites him to go with her. “Shall we, sarge?”

…

Her feet land softly and silently on the pristine metallic floor of the base, Hunter behind her with a subtle, deaf thud. Their movements are silent and precise, not daring to pronounce a single word until they verify it's all clear. Both start walking around in sync, searching for the elevator door to let the others in. The interior is a stark contrast to the forest outside—sterile, metallic, and illuminated by cold, fluorescent lights. The walls are clean, with a couple of terminals next to each door. The air is filled with a faint hum of electricity and the occasional beep of automated systems in the distance or mouse droids. It is a place of cold efficiency and clinical precision, a far cry from the natural chaos of the forest above.

Under his helmet, Hunter’s eyes scan the corridors, picking up every detail around them. The sterile smell of the lab, the faint whir of machinery, the subtle vibrations of the floor—all of it loud inside his brain. "Clear," he whispers, his voice barely audible.

(Y/N) nods and sends a quick message through her comm to give the green light to Tech and Wrecker still outside, closing her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply. She might not have his cool enhanced, superhuman senses, but she has an extra one, her 6th one, that’s not warning her at all of any possible threats at this precise moment.

The other two clones don’t take long to reach them, with Tech immediately moving towards the first terminal he spots. His fingers fly over his data-pad, connecting to the system. "I’m in. Closing the cameras on loop and downloading the map of the lab now," he says, eyes focused on the screen. The personification of efficiency right there.

Looking at him from the corner of her eye, she would swear Hunter seems to relax for just a moment thanks to the lack of activity around them, his eyes fixed on the end of the open corridor, his mind racing even if his body doesn’t show it. "Find the communication center. That’s our primary target."

Tech nods, his eyes darting back and forth. "Got it. This way."

Moving through the labyrinthine corridors of the lab, passing closed rooms filled with half-constructed droids partially visible from outside, workbenches cluttered with tools, and scientists’ notes scribbled on boards, they find no more than a couple of scientists working in the distance, too distracted to notice them. As they pass another set of closed doors, though, Wrecker can’t resist peeking through a small window. "Looks like more droids in there," he mutters mostly to himself. "Probably more trouble waiting for us."

Let’s hope not.

Giving him a playful look, nudging at his arm, the jedi pushes him softly. "Keep moving, Wrecker. We’ll do some sightseeing next time."

"There won’t be a next time," Hunter grumpily corrects her, incapable of shaking off the feeling of being watched, even though he knows and feels there's no one doing so, and it’s just his paranoia. And she cannot help but glance at him again, over the black mask covering half of her face, his tension so strong she swears she can taste it through the Force. "Relax, sergeant. I thought your team enjoyed risky missions."

But the sergeant keeps walking, his eyes jumping to her for a second, shaking his head lightly. "We do, but I would rather fight a male yalbec than be balls deep into separatist territory."

"Fair enough."

And to keep being fair with his concerns, she must admit, it’s somehow unnerving not finding anything or anyone through the corridors. Almost too convenient, even if they already count with a minimum to nonexistent level of security.

Then they reach the communication center and Tech connects right away to another terminal in the middle of a control panel in the center of the room. And as he works, Hunter’s unease grows. Every second feels like an eternity inside that hell of a place, and he would love nothing more than giving Wrecker thumbs up to blow it all, and then he hears it. Something moving, or better said: a lot of things moving. In their direction. Slowly.

"Wait—" but it’s too late, the moment Tech connected his data-pad to the control panel, his actions triggered a silent alarm that woke up some droids. "We are about to get company," Hunter hisses in a low tone, pulling out his vibroblade.

Wrecker’s face lights up with anticipation. "Finally, some action!"

"Technically, it’s just a small guard squad checking for a false alarm. If we hide..." Tech starts talking fast, already searching for solutions to the problem.

"We can’t hide him," The General interrupts to point at Wrecker, noting matter-of-factly as she peeks out the hallway to check where the droids will arrive right after. "Have you blocked external communications?"

"Since we entered," he assures her with a small nod.

"Good. Let’s take care of these droids quietly and get out of here," Hunter orders, to which everyone nods without exception. Wrecker more reluctantly; he wanted a good fight.

‘’And remember—’’ squinting her eyes, she first glances at the sergeant, then at the biggest clone; so the one she trusts the least, basically, he enjoys maybe too much the idea of destroying everything. ‘’If we see the droid we came looking for, don't touch the motherboard. We need to bring the control unit intact to Coruscant.’’

A couple of mechanical voices give away the arrival of a squadron of battle droids within minutes, an experimental one for the way it doesn’t seem fully finished, sleek and deadly, keeping its distance in the back, silent, observing. Its design is already more advanced than the classical ones, with a menacing, insect-like appearance.

With a hiss, the regular battle droids open the doors and not even a second later, Wrecker smashes the head of one of them without mercy or having taken a real look at it. Hunter stabs another, as (Y/N)'s lightsaber cuts the third in half. Their big boy, true to form, engages the last one with sheer brute force, enjoying every second from the moment he lifts it into the air until he slams it against a wall. 

That was dramatic, poor droid.

"Is that all you got?" Wrecker taunts, grinning from ear to ear.

But unbeknownst to them, the experimental droid that kept its distance analyzed the situation from afar and seeing one of the intruders connected to the terminal, it bypasses the others, faster than the group can predict, and zeroes in on Tech. It lunges, pinning him to the wall by his neck, its mechanical fingers tightening. Tech's eyes widen in shock, his hands scrambling to pry the droid's grip from his throat.

And from here… everything happens just. so. fast.

Hunter doesn’t hesitate, vibroblade in hand, he plunges the blade into the droid’s motherboard in the back of its head, stabbing strong and deep.

"Hunter, wait! That’s the one we n—" The jedi scream comes too late. She didn’t think she would have needed to scream at all. But there she is.

The droid sparks and falls limp, and an ear-splitting alarm blares to life. Red lights flash throughout the lab, bathing everything in a crimson glow. The sound of the alarm echoes through the corridors, a harbinger of the chaos to come.

Silence falls over them as Hunter pulls back, his movements fluid, but his eyes wide with realization as soon as he processes (Y/N)’s warning. This cannot be happening. "Kriff—"

[marvelmaniac2000]

Summary:  Loki finally catches you time slipping after you guys break up. Little does he know the different lives you guys could have shared.

Characters: Loki x (Reader (Y/N) Mobius, Sylvie

Subject: Fingering, foreplay, french kissing, angst reader, dominant Loki, makeup sex,  Loki season 2 (non spoiler smut) , 18+ ONLY,

Intercourse, doggy style, slow burn emotional sex, 

Words:1.4k 

 (I wish I could watch Loki again for the first time. I love the aesthetic. It’s probably the only MCU show I’m able to keep up with at the moment. Everything else is not on my agenda lately to be written about.) Wrote this late at night tired af 🤡

   You TemPad back into the TVA with burning red eyes trying to hold back the tears. There was nothing in your mind that mattered but some sheer solitude away from loki. He completely messed up your life. He was just a regular variant that needed to be controlled. What made him seem like he was any different from the rest? Maybe you were the weaker link in the TVA that he was able to manipulate the most. 

   You stood in the middle of the TVA main monitor before striding down the hall toward a vacant interrogation room. You slumped down in the chair and exhaled. Loki was under Mobius' responsibility and couldn’t run off without knowing his where abouts at all times. This was your chance to disconnect from whatever was happening. Mobius warned you many times before to stay away from him but you couldn’t help wondering what made this man think he was different from the rest of the variants at the TVA. Every flirtatious moment, slight touch and seductive gazed sent major shivers down your spine when he was even near you. Loki was helping you guys track down the unknown variant but little did you know that the same viarant apparently named “Sylvie” was something of his own new desire. 

    You heard a slight presence from somewhere in the dark room. “I told you, didn't I? Mobius lingered from behind. “Please leave me alone in my own thoughts for a second before you rub it in my face” “Nahhh I think this is all too good of a moment to pass up” Mobius slid his hands in his pockets. “I wouldn’t worry about it too much, just think about it for a sec…the guy fell for a female version of himself.. That isn’t someone worth gloating about... trust me” Mobius stood across from the table. “Well you know you can't help who you fall in love with” you whispered. “That doesn’t exist here. You had a job to do, and you preferred to be selfish and cause more timelines to branch out. I hope you’re happy” 

  “You and I both know that wasn’t the plan” you retorted. 

 “None of this was (Y/N)!.. “ He scoffed. Now you are a part of a case that I do not want my own friend involved in. It just became personal and more difficult, so I hope I won’t have to prune you.” 

   “Don’t worry. you won’t” you flipped your TemPad open and vanished.  

.............................

  “I care about you Sylvie and quite honestly I did at one point wanted to be with you but I don’t really like you in that way .” Loki reached out for Sylvie sitting down. “Look it doesn’t not matter what I think, the TVA is in complete shambles and that’s really the only thing that makes me happy at the moment.” 

  Loki looked up at Sylvie’s face and noticed a glimpse of hurt. “I think you’re a pain in the ass,” he chuckled. “Why? You got what you wanted but do you realize it won’t include you if there isn't a timeline to begin with?”

 Sylvie slid down off of the truck. “ I meant every last word. Now excuse me, I’ll like to enjoy my peace.” With a brush against Loki’s shoulder, Sylvie walked back into the restaurant. 

   Loki pinched his nose. His patience was running thin with everyone. For the love of god, he loved both you and Sylvie but only he couldn’t go back to the godly way of juggling several women at once. All he could think about was you right now and being wrapped up in your sheer company. Maybe he should just let Sylvie be alone for a while, he was sure she would be okay for the “time” being. First, he needed to find you and make sure you were not going to disappear from the end of time. 

    The gentle breeze swept your face as you inhaled the beautiful air from outside. You watched from across the street an amazing white picket fence house with a red truck parked right outside the garage. You moved your hands in your pocket and watched your variant self with a yoga mat and gigantic hand bag in the other. Also resting between your ear and shoulder was your phone talking extremely loud to whatever person there was. Just look at you, you did a sly smile to yourself and felt the sheer joy of seeing not only a different version of yourself but the most regular you but with Loki in it too. There he went trying to walk to the mailbox looking at maybe letters? Bills? Who knows. But it made you happy. Your variant self drove off in a hurry and waved Loki bye in the process. You wondered what it would be like to meet this version of him. Would he still look at you the same? Touch you? Or would he come off as a weird delusional variant? It wouldn’t hurt to try to see. Before you could take another step closer a strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into another dimension. 

   You lunged toward an unknown bedroom. You turned to meet Loki’s gaze staring right at you. 

“Why?’ That’s all you could spit out. “I’m pretty sure I’m the last person you need to talk to save the universe? Am I not correct?”  

  “Listen, I can explain” Loki gently closed the gap between you too. “I don’t need to hear your lies” you didn’t even want to look at his face.

“(Y/N) please I love you” he took your hands into his and gave you those big pleading eyes.

“What about Sylvie? Isn’t she more important?” You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Just a friend my dearest” he brushed your hot cheek with his thumb. Oh how much you missed his touch. 

 “I’ll prove it to you” he slowly pressed his lips against yours. You moan into his mouth and let him take the lead. “I’ve always loved you and only you” he kissed the crook of your neck and sucked on the area that made you squirm. Your hands roamed between his loose strands of raven black hair. You gasped, making your grip harder around his shoulders. You backed away and slipped off your TVA jacket and pulled your shirt off.

“May I?” Loki gestured toward your pants and gently undid your buttons. He locked his lips onto yours wanting access with his tongue. You hummed letting him dance around your mouth. His hands pulled your pants down leaving you with nothing but bare lace panties. Loki let fingers slip into your bare wetness. You bite your lip watching him dance his fingers around your clit in slow strokes.

“Oh how much I’ve wanted to pleasure you” Loki soft fingers builded up the milky white wetness of your flower while you cry out in moans into his ear.

“Loki” you whispered, grinding your hips to his hand. His pace quickened while he devoured your neck with his wet tongue. Your fingers scratched his jacket wanting more of him inside.

“Please” you breathed. Loki pulled his fingers away and sucked his fingers clean of your juices.

“Lay down” he gently gestured you toward the bed.

“I want you on your hands and knees dear” You do as you were told and kneel with your bare ass in the air.  You hear the sound of a belt buckle before Loki adjusted your hips toward his entrance. You gently hitched your breath feeling him tease his tip inside your wet dripping folds.

“Are you ready my love?” he bent over nibbling at your ear. Moaning while you feel him fill you up.

‘Y-yes” you breathed. Loki smirked, ready to make you his. 

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Hunter or the Hunted? | Hybrid Thorfinn (Part 2)

A young Snow Leopard hybrid meets a Siren hybrid in the most unlikely of cases. Will a friendship blossom, or will the tides of fate pull them under?

Season 1: Thorfinn sees you after eleven years.

Hybrid Thorfinn x Reader

Hybrid Thorfinn (Part 1) Season 1: 6 year old Thorfinn meeting you.

1013: London Bridge

Over eleven years have passed since that faithful day, and the resentment within Thorfinn has only grown stronger. With each passing second, he came to hate Askeladd more. For what he took from him all those years ago. His anger was like an unquenchable thirst that could only be satiated by the blood of his fallen enemies.

Only one thing could temporarily snap him from his traumatized trance: the chance to duel Askeladd once again.

"Thorfinn. We have some work for you. Go bring me Thorkell's head."

Like a trained dog, he perks up at those words and scowls towards the man who ripped his life from its hinges. He replies snarkily and makes sure that the promise of the duel is kept if he completes his mission. 

"Promise me you'll give me my reward."

"Okay. Okay. The same as always, right? You're so stubborn. Getting so worked up about a fight you can't win. Maybe you get it from your father."

Askeladd states this in a coy tone as he polishes a golden goblet he obtained from one of his many Viking raids. He knows exactly how to push Thorfinn's buttons and how to make him bend to his will. He was just a foolish kid with a dream of killing him, after all. It has a sense of idiotic nobility to it, although Askeladd would never tell him that.

"Don't forget, Askeladd."

"Only those who fight on the battlefield get what they desire. That's the way of the warrior. My head's not cheap, you know. I'll duel you as often as you like. Go bring me Thorkell's head."

● With a new mission, he did as he was told, like a good little Viking boy. He leaped from the ship and landed on the edge of the bridge. Something appears out of the corner of his eye. A tail? He almost ends up with a sword through him as he takes one of Thorkell's soldiers down. He has no time to be distracted by things that aren't possible.

● He meets eyes with the Draugr hybrid, a hulking zombie-like man with an insatiable thirst for blood just like Thorfinn. His nature was much more relaxed and open. There was no malice in his eyes toward his new opponent. Thorkell just wanted to fight Thorfinn. Just to fight.

● A swing, a hit, and a miss and Thorkell is looming over the injured young man with a broken wrist. Thorkell's Dragur instincts were getting the better of him, and he wanted to attack the hybrid; he wanted to cause him pain; he wanted to taste his blood.

● All of Thorfinn's hybrid senses were overstimulated. He can't think, move, or hear anything without wanting to rip his heart out of his chest. It is all just too much.

● Thorfinn is able to feel his leopard ears twitch and hear such a silent, longing, and angelic sound. A sound he hasn't heard in over a decade but is able to easily identify.

● Thorkell raises his giant log to bash Thorfinn's head into the side of the bridge when he stops. The entire battlefield stops and stands in a trance. It is as if time has stopped once again.

Just like when... No, you couldn't be alive...

That same euphoric and peaceful feeling from his childhood floods back into his body. He sits completely lax against the bridge as his muscles have fallen asleep on him. His ears droop towards the top of his head as his tail slumps near his thighs. His hazel eyes close completely as something pulls him deep underwater.

The song lasted for less than a minute, but it felt like an eternity to everyone on the battlefield.

They all stand around each other with bewildered expressions, unsure if fighting is what they should be doing. Did they just get seduced by a Sirens song? Is there still a Siren hybrid out there? Who's side does this Siren belong to?

None of the soldiers had any answers. So they did what all soldiers do, and they began their bloody masquerade once again.

● Askeladd already had a plan in his mind as he watched a silhouette of a hybrid swim with Thorfinn towards the shore. Oh, this is an opportunity that cannot be wasted.

● With Thorfinn back on the shore and soon to rejoin the band of Vikings he had grown accustomed to, he stares at you in awe and fear. As if his past just came back to haunt him like his dreams.

The crisp fall winds nip at your fatigued bodies as you both stare at each other without saying a word. Thorfinn notices all of the changes in your body and how you have grown into something more coveted than the last time you both met. You notice how he has gone from an innocent child to a broken warrior, barely in adulthood.

He makes the first move and kicks you back into the water before clutching his broken wrist and dislocated shoulder. He takes a step back to get further onto dry land. He keeps his body language closed off and protected from you.

"Thorfinn..." You try in a hopeful tone. As if the years you spent apart were nothing and you just wanted a friend again.

"Stay away, beast."

Those three words break your heart once again. They had been told to you an infinite number of times. Yet, it hurt the most coming from him. Was it because he was the only one to show you genuine kindness for so long?

He hisses through gritted teeth as his tail raises and his ears perk up. He turns around and promptly begins running back towards the band he has known for so long. He just couldn't take seeing you again. You were one of the reasons that he kept trying to duel Askeladd and win.

A reason to live. A reason to fight.

You have actually been alive for the entire time? It feels like a stab in the chest. Like you betrayed the few months of friendship he had with you so long ago.

It doesn't matter why you left—you still abandoned him.

You probably didn't care for him anyway. Just another siren looking to use someone for their own gain. 

You are a beast—no better than Askeladd in his eyes.

[zoeykallus]

ALOHA ZOEY loving your work lately amazing writing as always! I don't know if you've seen bad batch season 2 episode 5 yet but if you have, may I request a fanfic with Hunter x female reader, like Hunter needing a stress relief either it's sex or the reader just holding him in her arms after him being so stressed out by phee and him worrying about Omega?

ALOHA! 😁

Thank you kindly! Yes I could do that... though I'm not sure, should I still mark it as possible spoiler?... Maybe I should, just in case, don't want to ruin anyone's experience with the new season.

Okay... Stressed Space Dad, coming right up!

Hunter x Fem!Reader One-Shot - On Your Shoulders

Warnings: Possible Spoiler for THE BAD BATCH SEASON 2 EPISODE 5 /Fluff/Tension/Comfort

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Today has been a stressful day. Hunter sits at the bar counter, his shoulders tense and at the same time looking a little slumped over. Omega and Phee have been a chaotic team, constantly in danger, constantly frantically chasing a new idea, while he desperately tries to keep up while keeping them safe, especially Omega.

He doesn't like that Phee is putting this very lively adventurous spirit into her head, but on the other hand, Omega is having fun with it, and she seems to like the treasure hunter a lot. So Hunter gives Phee more leeway than he really wants, for Omega's sake.

He sighs, sips his glass, and is about to drop his head on the counter when he hears your voice and feels a pleasant tingle in his stomach.

"Hey chief. Are you okay?" you ask softly.

Hunter looks at you, he seems very tired, but he smiles at you.

"Sure, sweetie, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

You raise a brow and say with a smirk, "Because you don't look fine."

Hunter says quietly, "Wow, tell me what you really think. Am I supposed to be offended or concerned right now? Can I be both?"

A wry grin creeps onto his tired face.

You laugh softly, and your hand wanders gently over his back.

"I didn't mean it that way, and you know it. You look tired, stressed, like you've had a rough day"

Hunter gestures with his head towards Phee, Omega and Wrecker and says, "The chaotic duo has struck again, even as a trio today. I'm very tired indeed, but I'm fine"

You turn to Tech and say, "Do me a favor, keep an eye on Omega, our chief needs a break"

Tech looks up from his datapad for a moment and finally nods.

"Okay. Have a good night"

"You too, Tech"

Hunter refuses at first, but then allows himself to be led to one of the rooms in Cid's establishment, where you help him out of his gear and coax him to lie in bed after a hot shower.

He comes out of the bathroom freshly showered in boxers, putting on a shirt just as you freshen up the bed. Hunter drops into bed with a grunt and groans, exhausted.

"Some days I hate my position in this group," he says quietly.

You gently begin to massage his back and ask, "Really?"

With a sigh, Hunter says, his voice muffled a bit by the pillow he's lying on, "No, not really, it's just sometimes more tiring than I like, but I guess that's part of it."

He lolls under your massaging hands. You gradually feel the tension slip from his hard muscles. Hunter finally turns on his back and looks at you, grabbing your arms and pulling you close to him. You wrap your arms around him, and he wraps his around you.

Your head rests on his chest, and you feel the vibration of his voice as he says, "Sometimes it's just too much, some days I don't have the strength or energy for what I actually need to do."

Softly you say, "Because all the responsibility is always on you, Hunter, everything is always just on your shoulders. I think it's time to share this responsibility a little bit in the group. It makes sense that you are the leader, but you should give up some of your duties, then you will have more energy for the things that are really important to you, like Omega and me".

He takes a deep breath and strokes your cheek with his fingers as you snuggle closer to him.

"That's easier said than done, but you're right. I do need an idle occasionally to recharge my batteries, I'm only human I guess"

You say, smiling, "A wonderful human being."

With a comfortable sigh, he pulls the covers over both of you and enjoys the warmth of your body against his.

"But not infallible," he notes.

"You don't have to be, no one is infallible, absolutely no one. That's okay, it's human. You're better than you think you are and more than the majority of people you come in contact with deserve, Omega and your brothers excluded."

There is silence for a moment, but you sense that he is thinking. Finally, he asks, "You're alluding to Cid?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

He laughs softly.

"You sound like Tech," he teases you.

Smirking, you say, "I guess I spend too much time with you guys."

As he hugs you closer, he says softly, "You can't spend enough time with us"

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[unfriendlyamazon]

restaurant au (kj moment)

of course the only other thing in my notes is a kaijou scene but i love contrast and i do want to write something where they connect over their shitty adolescence so here we go again everything subject to change but i started season 2 of the bear and i'm in the mood

Joey slumped forward, holding his forehead in his hands, and his chest burned.

“I can’t do this,” he said. “I don’t even know why I wanted to. Everything’s falling apart, my own sister is going to hate me, and it feels like I’m going to end up just like him.”

“It was your father’s restaurant,” Kaiba said from the kitchen. His voice was low and oddly soothing, especially made quiet by the distance. Joey sucked in a ragged breath. “Why didn’t you sell it? Why would you want to follow in his footsteps?”

The question burned as Joey swallowed it down. Tears beaded his eyes. An emotion welled up in him, laying so heavy on his tongue he almost couldn’t speak.

“I guess I–” He breathed in again. In and out. Keep breathing. “They’re not all bad memories, you know? That’s what makes it so hard. And the times I really remember being–being happy was when my dad was cooking. He showed me how to chop the vegetables, and he’d cook the meat, and we’d all sit down together and be, I dunno. A family. Sometimes I think the love of cooking is the only thing he really gave me.”

Kaiba was silent, except the light clattering of plates. Joey squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, Kaiba was in front of him, holding out a bowl.

“Here,” he said. “Eat this.”

Joey took it from him. The bowl was warm around his fingertips, and an earthy smell rose from it. He picked up the spoon and ladled the heaps of rice.

“Takikomi gohan,” he said.

Kaiba nodded. “It’s not my favorite dish mind you–”

Joey gave a dry laugh. “It’s no filet mignon for sure.”

“--but my mother would make it for us.”

His mouth clamped shut. He spooned the dish thoughtfully before bringing it to his mouth. The shiitake mushrooms were the most obvious flavor, as they clearly made up the dashi used in the base, and the sweetness of the carrots hit alongside it. He could taste the subtle flavor of the sake underneath, and something light. Celery, maybe, or more likely mitsuba. Traditional, considering Kaiba liked western flavors. The blend was perfectly balanced on the short rice. He swallowed it gratefully.

“The memories I have of my family before,” Kaiba said, “feel warped and faded sometimes. I don’t have any pictures or keepsakes. But I remember this. These flavors. They remind me of a time when I had happiness. Well, almost. There’s an ingredient I’m missing, I’m sure of it.”

Joey took another bite. It was hard to swallow with the lump in his throat, but too delicious not to.

“Chefs like to cook for others to take care of them,” Kaiba said. “To bring joy to people. I think that all you’ve ever wanted to do is bring joy back to yourself. But it can be a mistake focusing on the past. On what was. You need to focus on the future.”

“Yeah,” Joey said, mouth full of rice. “You’re always fucking right.”

“I am,” Kaiba said, without his usual arrogance. “Do you know why I agreed to invest in your restaurant?”

Joey shook his head.

“Because you cook good food. You have passion for it. I think you can do it. And I’m always right.”

The last wall crumbled. The tears Joey’d been holding back flowed freely down his face, and he sobbed into his rice. Kaiba didn’t reach out to comfort him, only offered a napkin before standing back. Joey let the dam break. It felt right, here and now. Everything about this moment felt like it was supposed to happen.

[hislittleraincloud]

https://ew.com/lady-gaga-joins-wednesday-season-2-8744805 oh brother, season 2 is just a big pile of stinkers. Big names being added, main cast members being taken away, and for what? All for it to fail and get overshadowed by Stranger Things’ final season. 💀

Haven't read the article but Imma say that all of this stunt casting is going to draw attention away from the story.

And perhaps that's the point. Second seasons tend to suck, it's called the Sophomore Slump, and I really, really think they think they're going to avoid the slump with all of the stunt casting. They believe it's cute and will draw more viewers in, etc.

In Wednesday 1 the only celebrity stunt castings that stuck out were Ricci and Fred Armisen (I can't even really count CZJ, since I'm not sure that she was purposely put there to draw people, or if people were necessarily ✨excited✨ that she was cast as Morticia), Ricci being the more important one since she is part of Addams Family lore and is the one who was our sullen, deadpan 1990s Wednesday. But, that's justified, so it falls more into the area of nostalgia/nostalgia farming. And Armisen was just a 'surprise'.

But Gaga? 🤦🏽‍♂️ Maybe it's a token for the 🏳️‍🌈, though since this is supposed to be a Z-centric show, you would think they would've leaned more to catch some Z star and not a Millennial one. It's their tiny tidbit of ✨rep✨, even though she's an ally engaged to a man.

And all of that said, it's also stunt casting as a distraction to the absences that we die-hard, photographic memory, story-sticklers like myself will most definitely miss.

It also pisses me off that they can write whatever Gaga gonna be in but not write Weems/Gwendoline back in. But I guess Gaga's getting bored scrolling through TikToks already.

I don't often respond to anons without reading what they've sent...in fact this is the first time I've done so...but will read it in a minute. If I need to change anything in this response, I will. But these are my sentiments.