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the-fo0l · 1 year ago

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Hi again! So my idea was for a yan Agent 47 having to take reader with him on missions. The place 47 kept them in was recently infiltrated by another rival organization. Now he doesn't trust anyone other than himself to protect his darling (let's just say he can't leave her with Diana because she's constantly on the move). So whenever he takes them with him, he has them blending in with other civilians... the only problem is that reader attracts danger. Literally. No matter where they are, the targets are somehow within the same vicinity, chatting them up and becoming infatuated with them like our fave agent, who is slowly losing his stoic composure. I imagined this for his missions in like Paris, Bangkok, and even Dubai since the crowd of npcs are huge and the targets are usually just walking around. (Sorry if this is too long 😅)

"Thrill of the kill"

agent 47 x nb! reader

Notes: uhhhh omg this is like my favorite request ever??? god i hope i did it justice. but it also took like 5 months for me to get to :((

Summary: 47 has to bring reader with him on the Bangkok mission. and they have an certain encounter with Jordan Cross that motivates 47 to bring a...satisfying end to this mission

Warnings: violence, some swears, unhealthy love obsessions, may not be 100% accurate, takes place a day before the actual mission

[the dotted lines are little timeskips]

The atmosphere was so tense, almost suffocatingly so.

Rain pelts fall down onto the windshield, creating a steady loud drumming sound that fills the car. The darkness outside is impenetrable, making it difficult to anything more than a few feet away, and the windows being covered in water certainly doesn't help.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning illuminates the outside world for a brief moment before plunging it right back into darkness.

Still, 47 drives with ease, weaving through the rain-slicked roads with impressive precision, not that you expected anything less. There's a sense of exhilaration that comes with the speed of the car and the current circumstances.

You've been lost in thought for a while now, the events of the last few hours melt together into one big blur. How the hell they managed to find you remains a mystery, but considering the countless measures that'd been in place to prevent situations exactly like these, it couldn't have been easy.

You hear 47 exhale shakily, an involuntary little thing that brings your attention back to him. 47 was normally so calm and collected, yet now he's visibly troubled. You could see it in the stiffness of his posture, the way his eyes move rather erratically between the road, the rear-view mirror and you, and in the way his fingers flex and fidget around the steering wheel.

You could sense the palpable paranoia emanating from him. See that he's struggling with his decision to bring you along on this mission. He knows your presence might complicate the job, or worse, put you in harm's way, but he loves you too much to leave you unprotected at a time like this. The thought of leaving you with someone else, or just letting you out of his sight at all, made him anxious. No, he himself is the only person 47 could trust to properly protect you now.

For you, the night had been both terrifying and surreal. You'd been held captive by this man for so long that you'd forgotten what freedom feels like. Hell, you'd forgotten what car rides felt like. Watching the rain slide down the windows was a sight for sore eyes.

47 continues to drive forward, and as you hurtle towards your unknown destination, you feel liberated in a way, even if you are by all means not free.

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The journey to Bangkok had been long, but not unpleasant. Between the private and exclusive transport and 47s determination to make you as comfortable as possible, you weren’t really given the opportunity to be uncomfortable.

Even while out in the water, you can make out a set of yellow buildings surrounded by green leafage. Once docked, 47 courteously helps you off the boat and leads you down the dock towards the Himmapan.

As you approach the luxurious hotel, you're immediately engulfed by the lively and vibrant atmosphere, the sound of the waves, and the smell of exotic flowers hanging in the air. The tropical setting is adorned with towering palm trees and lush greenery, which provide a certain tranquility even amidst all the hustle and bustle.

On your way here, 47 had told you about the place you were going, but nothing had prepared you for a sight like this.

Naturally, 47 wasn't as affected by all the grandeur, having become accustomed to luxury after his many missions of executing the obscenely wealthy and powerful.

Instead, he marveled your awestruck expression. Taking a moment to look at you with a mix of amusement and affection, although his stoic expression doesn't falter much. 47 can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness over you seeing you delight in the simple pleasure of being out in the world again.

His hand came to rest on your lower back, making sure you stayed at his side while he guided you towards the buildings entrance. Already hating how the sight of you made a few heads turn.

Stepping into the spacious atrium, your eyes widen a bit in awe at the opulence of it all.

The plush carpet under your feet, the eager-to-please staff greeting you as you walk by, towering exotic plants and the golden light bathing everything in a warm glow. The serene ambiance was a sharp contrast to the modern safe house in the woods, where you'd been holed up in for months, although both had the massive windows in common.

"Wow, this place is gorgeous," you whispered to the assassin. "I've never been anywhere like this before."

47 nodded stoically, his eyes scanning over the room. "Stay close," he murmured to you as you two made your way to the front desk.

"Welcome to The Himmapan Hotel," the receptionist said, straightening up at 47s commanding aura, "Hello there, how may I assist you?"

"Checking in, name's Tobias Rieper," of course, 47 had prepared a reservation under his usual alias.

All while a certain Jordan Cross had been close by, preoccupied bitching to the staff about the preparations for his party tomorrow. But once he grew bored of dealing with others' incompetence, his gaze drifted away from the apologetic staff to you, and his eyes found you. All of a sudden, the staffs responses were falling on deaf ears, his attention now fully fixated on your figure as you stand a short distance behind 47.

The receptionist nodded and quickly found the reservation along with the keycard to room 205. "Thank you, sir. Welcome to the Himmapan Hotel"

As you were being given the keycard, the singer sauntered up to you, a smirk plastered his face. "Well, well, who might you be?" he said, eyeing you up and down.

"Hey there, beautiful," he purred, looking down at you with a smug expression. "What's someone like you doing here all alone?"

The look on his face made your skin crawl. You didn't need to look at 47 to sense how incredibly tense he'd become. 47 was glaring at the man from where he was standing behind you, yet he didn't say a word, even though he knew who the man was, and what he had done.

You shook your head, voice a bit shaky, it'd been a while since you spoke to someone except 47. Sad how your first non-47 interaction in months was with this asshole.

"I'm with him," you said, gesturing towards the stone faced assassin, who was using all his restraint to not pull out his gun right now in front of dozens of witnesses and cameras.

The singer continued, undeterred. "Him? Seriously? Come on, do you not know who I am? How 'bout you let me take you out tonight, I'll show you a better time than he could."

All you did in response was take a step closer to 47, fully at his side now. You had to admit, being so stupidly smug with 47 glaring at him is ballzy, or just moronic.

The whole interaction was making 47s patience run thin, his composure cracking, thinking of nothing but all the different ways he could kill him right now. Though he did feel a twinge of pride when you moved closer to him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you.

Jordan sneered, his confidence wavering when being met with your silence and 47s piercing glare.

"Suit yourself," he said, backing away. "But when you come to your senses, come up to my emperor suite, my guards'll let you in."

He turned to walk away but couldn't resist taking one last glance back at you. That look in his eyes told you this wouldn't be the last of him, and 47 saw that too. Sending you a wink was just the final nail in the coffin. The assassin involuntarily tightened his protective hold on you, glaring at his target as he walked away.

But 47s grip on your waist softened when he turned to face you, and his focus was brought back to the present moment. "Stay close," he murmured, trying to seem as unbothered as possible.

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"Experience utmost relaxation and lavishness amidst beautiful surroundings," the line that'd been printed on the brochures left in your room. Tell you what, one thing the Himmapan doesn't do is false advertise.

The room was exquisite, tastefully designed, with quality furniture and an incredible view. There's even a 5-star restaurant that 47 ordered you dinner from.

But not as you were settling in, 47 finally felt a sense of calm wash over him, knowing that you were in a place of relative safety now.

Though you could have sworn you'd seen that same man from earlier lingering in the hallway close to your room, he wasn't looking for you, was he..?

First, people find a way to infiltrate the safehouse. Now he has to bring you with him on a mission, potentially putting you in danger, and then the target has the gall to come on to you like that. 47 wasn't sure he could take another incident like this.

His mind couldn't help but drift to his mission, and the fact his primary target had been trying to flirt with you earlier in the lobby. After all, the only reason you and him were here in the first place was because he had a job to do, a job that he was, weirdly, looking forward to carrying out.

Despite his focused thoughts, 47 couldn't help but steal glances at you, perched on the edge of the bed, staring out at the stunning view of the city skyline from their balcony.

A couple hours, and you were finally asleep, meaning it was time for 47 to go to work. His eyes never left your peacefully resting figure as he prepared.

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"Happy hunting 47,"

Diana's words rang in his ears, though 47 acknowledged none of them, too busy making haste towards the man who'd now become his own personal, primary target.

The hotel was eerily quiet at night. Yes, some people could still be heard out and about in the distance, but the only sign of life in the hallway was that of 47s footsteps.

The darkness in Cross' bedroom was broken only by the moonlight and street lamps outside. 47 crept towards the bed, where his target lay asleep. He could clearly hear the man's shallow breathing and see the rise and fall of his chest, not that he would continue breathing much longer.

47 preemptively turned off his communication with Diana. She didn't need to know about what was about to go down. He could later blame it on a bad connection. After all, no one would think of 47 as anything but professional.

The assassin never had any reason for excessive violence, but this target had brought out that strange desire in him. For the first time, 47 wanted him to feel pain. So, he moved to the bedside table and took out a length of thin wire, which was then swiftly wrapped around the Jordan's neck.

The man woke suddenly, gasping for air as the wire around his neck only grew tighter. Jordan struggled for a few moments, weakly and fruitlessly struggling against 47, until the killer decided that strangulation simply wouldn't be satisfactory enough.

The singer gasped and sputtered for air, his hands flailing as he tried to fight back. But 47 was too strong, too skilled. He threw him out of bed and to the ground, pinning him down and beginning to viciously punch the singer until he went limp.

47 couldn't stop there, though. He wanted to do more. He continued to beat the lifeless body with a ferocity he had never shown before, overtaken by an irrational instinctive desire. Slowing down only once, the singer was completely beyond recognition.

Talking to you like that, disrespecting you like that, as if looking at you wasn't bad enough in the first place.

He wanted to keep punching until there was nothing left of the rock star. Blood stained 47s face and hands as he continued the assault, breaking the singers face in, long after the man had taken his final breath.

Catching his breath, he begun cleaning up the crime scene, after all, this kill looked like the exact opposite of an accident. 47 left the room as silently as he had entered, knowing that his work was done and his revenge was taken.

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"All targets down, good work fou--" 47 cuts Diana's farewell is short.

A job well done, the artist is dead, along with his lawyer, even if 47 lost his cool there for a minute. It doesn't matter. He'd seen to it that no one would find Jordans body.

47 crossed the threshold of your shared hotel room as quietly as possible, carefully closing the door behind him.

He changed out of his bloodstained clothes and threw them away. Still, you don't exactly beat a man to death and bejond expecting to come out completely unscathed, even if your opponent couldn't get a single hit in.

He cleaned up his bruised knuckles as best as he could. You'd probably still ask about it, though. The thought of your questioning expression and smooth hands grazing over his calloused injured ones made him happier than he cared to admit.

47 stood beside the bed for a moment, watching you peacefully rest while he put away the last of his gear. The anger and bloodlust he'd been consumed by before were replaced by a deep sense of relief. He couldn't afford to lose you. Never, not for anything or anyone in the world. And he wouldn't.

Slowly, he eased into the bed beside you, pulling you closer carefully so as not to wake you. Though his hold on you gradually tightened, and he basked in the smell of your hair and the feel of you securely back in his embrace, right where you belong and where your safety is guaranteed.

Finally, he felt he could breathe again.

Your departure from Bangkok had been scheduled for tomorrow since the mission was completed and all. But perhaps you two could stay one more day, you do seem to like it here after all.

cant wait until i get better at writing. but whateves. this is about to be the busiest week of my life, so probably not gonna get much done. love you all !!!!

#agent 47 x reader #yandere agent 47 #yandere agent 47 x reader #yandere hitman #hitman x reader #if i accidentally used pronouns for reader shoot me in the head #im so insecure about my writing sos

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photogirl894 · 8 months ago

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"Sun and Rain Part 2: Age of the Empire"

Chapter 30

"A Tense Rescue"

A "Bad Batch" fanfic!

Pairing: Hunter x fem OC, Echo (more best friend pairing)

A/N: Well, here we are again! Though after how things went last time, I'd imagine y'all aren't too thrilled with me 😅 Haha well, that might be the same this time...so strap in and enjoy the ride you're about to take through episode 9 of Bad Batch season 1 😜 Love you all!

Taglist: @the-sad-batch , @nimata-beroya , @intrepidmare , @cole-kenxbi , @tech-aficionado , @ladykatakuri , @d1n0-dan , @sammi9498 , @darthzero22 , @scarlettrose9901 , @thebadbatchscyare , @chxpsi , @ilikemymendarkandfictional , @4pplecider , @locitapurplepink , @l-lend , @nekotaetae , @eternalwaffle , @merkitty49 , @avathebestx , @idoubleswearimawriter , @techs-stitches , @fantasyproductions , @sverdgeir , @totallyunidentified

《 Chapter 29

》 Chapter 31

All chapters (Part 2) (Part 1)

Explanation: Tensions are high on the Marauder after Omega's capture and Kimber must answer to the Clones for her mistake. Will they forgive her easily or will there be division among them?

The Marauder zoomed through the sky, evading the gunfire of the Imperial shuttle tailing them. It didn’t take them long to realize that it was Crosshair’s shuttle chasing them and as predicted, he was not giving them an easy time.

Echo had taken care of Kimber’s wounded leg first--at Hunter’s surprising yet also not surprising insistence--and had carefully applied what bacta they had to the wound before bandaging it. Her whole armor set had been removed and she was just left in her blacks. Then Hunter was dealt with; Echo had him remove the top half of his armor and sit in one of the chairs so he could bandage Hunter’s chest where he’d been shot.

Just as Echo finished up with him, Hunter asked Tech, “Any sign of that bounty hunter?”

“The only vessel in our scanners is Crosshair’s and he’s right on top of us,” Tech replied as he continued to maneuver the ship.

“It’s getting hot back here!” Wrecker cried out from the tail gun.

Tech hit a couple of the buttons on the console and stated, “Prepping to jump.”

“Not without Omega,’ Hunter countered.

Echo turned back in his co-pilot’s chair and refuted, “The bounty hunter who took her is long gone. We’ll have no chance of finding them if Crosshair shoots us down.”

The Sergeant looked conflicted as to what to do. As Tech informed everyone that their rear deflector shields were failing, Kimber decided to speak up, even though she had a feeling her opinion wasn’t welcome at the moment.

“Hunter, we need to go,” she urged him. “If we're going to save Omega, then we need to save ourselves first.”

He heaved a heavy sigh in response before telling Tech, “Make the jump.”

Without hesitation, Tech pushed hard on the lever that made the ship jump into hyperspace. Seconds later, the familiar blue tunnel engulfed their ship and they were finally free from Crosshair’s pursuit.

Once they made the jump, Kimber sighed and let her head fall back against her chair, relieved that they had finally shaken off Crosshair. Her guilt at leading him to them was still eating away at her. Now that they were finally alone and away from the Empire’s sights for now, it was time to come clean about everything…if the boys even wanted to hear anything from her.

However, Tech beat her to it by saying as he turned his chair around, “Now, Kimber, I believe we are owed an explanation behind your actions regarding Crosshair.”

She let out a small scoff. “You waste no time, do you?” she asked back.

Hunter, however, wasn’t amused. “Tell us the truth,” he demanded. “Why would you tell Crosshair where we were? What possessed you to do such a thing?”

“More than that, why were you sending him secret transmissions in the first place?” then added Echo.

Her stomach churned nervously as she prepared herself to answer their questions. “Look, lads, I'm sorry--”

“Sorry isn't gonna cut it this time,” Hunter cut her off, his stern gaze never leaving hers. “You need to do better than that.”

“Did Crosshair reach out to you first?” asked Wrecker, though his tone wasn't nearly as hardened as the others’.

Kimber fiddled anxiously with her braid. “N--no,” she said. “I reached out on my own. But I never told him anything and I used the encrypted device Rina gave me so he couldn't trace the transmissions!”

“How many times did you do this?” inquired Echo.

For a second, she hesitated, looking down at the ground before answering, “Three times.”

“Three?” Hunter repeated, aghast.

“I cannot fathom as to why you would do this,” Tech stated.

“All I ever really said was I wanted him to come back; that I wanted to understand why he turned on us…and how much I missed him,” she told them, melancholy in her expression and voice. “Though, that was before we found out the truth about the inhibitor chips.”

Hunter heaved a frustrated sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. “What changed this time?”

Her grip on her braid tightened. “I had thought to reach out to him about getting his chip removed like you guys did…but he actually contacted me instead. I had no idea he would.” She paused for a moment and Hunter raised his eyebrows expectantly, indicating for her to continue. She went on, “It was just after Rex left that Crosshair reached out to me and given the timing of it, I just…got too eager.”

“Oh, Kim…,” Echo sighed, exasperated.

“So you revealed our mission and location to him,” Tech concluded.

“It's not that simple,” she said back.

Standing up from his chair, Hunter responded, looking down at her, “It seems simple to me. We tried so hard to stay under Crosshair's radar and the first chance you got, you told him everything we didn't want him to know.”

“It was only because of why we were on Bracca to begin with,” Kimber said. “I thought we could get his chip out, too, and then--”

“That's the point, Kimber: he still has the chip,” Hunter interrupted, his voice raised, “and he's still serving the Empire. He wouldn't jump at the chance to remove it if he's been led to believe otherwise. You left yourself open and he took advantage of that, which put all of us at risk. Do you even realize that? We trusted you! I can’t believe you would do something so selfish!”

Kimber turned away, ashamed.

Then she felt a large hand on her shoulder followed by Wrecker's voice saying, “Come on, guys, cut her some slack. She didn't know this would happen.”

“Wrecker, she endangered all of us by bringing the Empire right to us,” Hunter tried to argue.

Finally, Kimber snapped and yelled, “Do you think I wanted this to happen? Do you think I asked for this? Crosshair lied to me and he used me! I know now what I did was wrong, but I was only doing what I thought was right at the time!”

“A bit hypocritical of you to be angry that Crosshair lied to you when that's exactly what you did to us, too,” Hunter fired back.

“Hunter…!” Echo said cautiously.

By this point, Kimber was not about to take anymore comments lying down. She forced herself to stand up by pushing on the arms of the chair and leaning her hand on the navicomputer next to her, clenching her teeth together as she pushed through the still lingering pain in her leg.

Facing Hunter and the others with a hurt and mad look in her eyes, she cried back, her tone turning icy, “Well, maybe if I felt I could talk to you or any of you about Crosshair, I wouldn't have felt the need to keep this from you to begin with!” As all the Clones’ eyes went wide at her comment, she kept going, getting even more heated, “You guys won't talk about Crosshair! You know how many times we've talked about him in all the time he's been gone? Once! And even then it was a short conversation. How else was I supposed to cope with him leaving us when I felt I couldn't come to any of you about him? I miss him terribly and I have felt all alone in dealing with that since Kamino. I did what I felt was right for me and I know it was an error in judgment. I admit that. I don’t need you all berating me about it, especially you, Hunter!” Then she kept her focus on Hunter, who was staying silent, as she continued on, her voice rising, “I already feel guilty for leading Crosshair to us in my desperation! I know I betrayed your trust! I’m angry at him for lying to me and manipulating me! I failed to protect Omega from the bounty hunter and more than everything else, I nearly lost all hope because I thought you were dead!”

The way she nearly screamed the word “dead” made Hunter rear back and Echo, Wrecker and Tech were surprised to hear her raise her voice in a way they’d never heard before.

“I thought not only had I lost Omega, but that I’d lost you, too!” she said as began to cry, her emotions spilling through like a broken dam. “I thought I was about to lose everything because of my mistakes! I’m sorry for all that I’ve done. I know you have every right to be angry, but please…understand that I never meant any harm to this squad. Never! I’m sorry!”

Finally, she couldn’t bear it any longer and fell back into her chair, turned away from everyone and wept bitterly, her guilt, anger and sorrow tearing her apart. Even though she knew she deserved all of this, it still didn’t make it hurt any less. She wished to take back everything she had done. She should’ve known better than to reach out to Crosshair in the first place. Better yet, she should’ve known him suddenly showing interest in reuniting was too good to be true. Her foolishness and hubris had almost cost them so much so quickly.

A few seconds later, Kimber felt someone’s arms slide under her and carefully pick her up off the chair. When she lifted her head, she found herself looking up at Wrecker, who said nothing to either her or the others and he simply turned and walked towards the back of the ship towards the bunk area. He activated the door to Hunter’s bunk and walked inside, closing the door behind him and then setting Kimber down carefully onto the bed.

She sniffled and brushed away her tears. “Thank you, Wrecker,” she told him shakily.

He knelt down in front of her, a sorrowful look on his face. “I miss Crosshair, too, you know,” he told her. “I’m sorry I never really talked about him and made you feel lonely.”

“Wrecker…,” she said sadly, feeling even more guilty about Wrecker apologizing to her.

“I get why you did what you did and I’m sorry things went wrong. You didn’t deserve any of it,” he then added.

“Why…why are you apologizing? Why aren’t you mad at me?” she asked, puzzled.

The gentle giant of a Clone shook his head. “I was confused at first about why you contacted him, but I get it now. You didn’t know what was going to happen and you were only trying to help. You wanted Crosshair back…I know how that feels.” He then laid a consoling hand on her shoulder. “I think you need to take some time alone. It’ll give you and the others all time to cool down. We’ve been through a lot today.”

After smoothing away a couple more stray tears, she declared, “We need to focus on finding Omega.”

“We will,” he promised, “but I don’t want any of us to kill each other before we find her.”

She gave a nod, understanding his point.

“It’ll be okay. Hunter, Echo and Tech won’t be mad forever,” he reassured her.

“I would deserve it, though,” she replied, downtrodden.

Wrecker wasn’t going to accept that answer. “Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself,” he said. “We’ve gotten through worse before. We’ll get through this. I promise.”

With a gentle grasp of her shoulder, he stood back up and left Kimber alone in the room. After he left, she held her face in her hands, inhaling and exhaling deeply to keep herself from crying some more. Her guilt over her actions weighed heavily on her heart and her mind, wondering how she would ever be able to atone for what she’d done. On top of that, she kept wondering and asking so many questions in her mind. What had happened to Crosshair back on Bracca? Who was the bounty hunter that had kidnapped Omega? Where had they gone? How were they ever going to find him? Was Omega still okay? Would Hunter ever forgive her for losing the kid they all had grown attached to?

They had to find her. Somehow, they had to. If anything happened to Omega, Kimber would never forgive herself.

Around half an hour or so later, Kimber decided she wanted to go back out into the main cabin. Sitting in her room alone with her thoughts wasn't doing her much good. Though, the main area of the ship maybe wouldn't be much better, if the boys were still angry at her, but she'd take her chances. Either way, she just didn't want to be alone. Luckily, one of the boys had brought her armor and weapons back to the room when Echo had been tending to her leg, so she took up her sniper rifle at the end of the cot, stood it upright with the barrel on the floor and used it to brace herself as she stood up. She positioned the back end underneath her arm and made her rifle into a makeshift crutch. Even though any of the Clones could easily carry her around, she didn't want them doing that. Especially since some of them maybe wouldn't want to right now, so she thought of a way to take care of herself. After that, she took a step forward, testing it out. The rifle seemed to suffice enough for her to walk. The bacta, luckily, was working its magic as the pain in her leg was beginning to dull. Not fully, but enough to where walking would be just tolerable enough. She opened up the door and, with a deep breath, hobbled out into the ship.

As she came out, she heard Echo ask, “What did the bounty hunter look like?”

Then Hunter's voice answered, “He was a Duros.”

“There are a few different Duros bounty hunters. Anything that can narrow it down?” Echo replied.

Kimber clarified as she entered the cabin, “He had a wide-brimmed hat, if that helps.”

She noticed Wrecker and Hunter were gathered around the navicomputer with Echo sitting in the seat in front of it. They all turned to face her once they heard her voice, looks of sad uncertainty in their eyes.

“Look, it doesn't matter how you boys feel about me right now,” she told them as she slowly made her way over to them. “What matters is finding Omega and we're going to have to work together to do that.”

For a moment, Hunter still appeared unsure, but then he lightly sighed and shook his head. “You’re right,” he relented. “We can figure everything else out later.”

Kimber gave him a grateful nod.

A few seconds later, after typing out some things on the computer, Echo pulled up an image and stated, “Your description of the bounty hunter is a match to one from the Republic's files.”

Sure enough, the image he’d pulled up was the Duros bounty hunter that both Hunter and Kimber had gone up against. His outfit was a little different with a long, brown overcoat and his hat had a much wider brim, but they both recognized him right away and confirmed it.

“Cad Bane,” Echo told them. “He had multiple run-ins with the Jedi and was responsible for attempting to abduct Chancellor Palpatine.”

“Well, now we can add child kidnapping to that list,” Kimber added, glaring up at the image of Cad Bane as she made sure to lock that name away.

“First the bounty hunter on Pantora and now this guy? Why are they after the kid?” Wrecker demanded in irritation.

Then Tech emerged from the cockpit with his datapad like usual and answered Wrecker’s question, saying, “Because she is more valuable than we realized.”

“What do you mean?” asked Hunter.

Tech clarified, “I further analyzed Omega's genetic profile and discovered she has pure, first-generation DNA.”

Everyone’s eyes went wide with surprise.

“Whoa! Wait. W-W-What does that mean?” Wrecker asked, puzzled.

“First-generation? Like Rex? How is that possible?” Kimber then questioned, looking at Hunter and then back to Tech.

Tech then went on to explain, “All clones were created from a host named Jango Fett. While our genetic structure was modified for growth acceleration and obedience, Omega is a pure genetic replication.”

“How many Clones like that exist?” Hunter inquired.

The answer Tech gave him was a curious one: there was only one other Clone in existence like Omega. It was another male Clone with the code-name of Alpha, but was later called Boba. Then Tech mentioned that Boba had disappeared near the start of the Clone Wars and that left Omega as the sole living source of Jango Fett’s raw genetic material…which could only mean one thing.

“The Kaminoans…!” Kimber deduced aloud.

Echo seemed to have come to the same conclusion as he said right after her to Hunter, “If she's vital to the Kaminoans' cloning operation, they must have put the bounty on her.”

“It’s the only thing that makes sense,” said Kimber.

Then Wrecker posed the question, “So how do we find this bounty hunter?”

Hunter told Tech to check with Cid and see if she had any contacts that could help while the rest of them could keep monitoring comms for any incoming signals. With that, he retreated into the cockpit and went over to the communications panel.

“I would ask the girls to help, but Irys told me that getting information on bounty hunters is one of the few things she can’t do. Anything within the bounty hunter’s guild is locked pretty tight, even for her,” Kimber told the others.

“That and most likely, they’re busy helping Rina by this point,” added Echo. “She and Kida should’ve made it back to Ord Mantell by now.”

“I’m sure they did,” said Kimber back, hobbling over to the chair on the opposite side of the cabin.

Just as she turned around and leaned on her rifle to carefully lower herself down into the seat, Echo suddenly appeared in front of her and took her free hand in his, bracing under her arm with his scomp. He gave her a kind smile that surprised her and he helped her sit down, letting her use his arm to lean on more than her rifle.

“Thanks,” she said timidly.

He sat back down in the seat across the aisle and said to her calmly, “Listen, Kim…I know dealing with Crosshair’s absence has been hard for you…but you should’ve come to us. You shouldn’t have kept secrets from us. We’re a squad; we look out for each other.”

She hung her head. “I know,” she said softly.

Then Tech put in his two credits by saying, “Echo is right. If all of us were to act on our own accord in all we do, then the synergy of our squad would be imbalanced. We all rely on each other, both in battle and in other matters. While loss is not something most of us are, indeed, too familiar with, it is still something we must now all endure together…and that includes you, Kimber.”

Kimber lifted her head and looked up at him, her eyes glistening slightly.

“I suppose it was a slight on our part to not have suspected your pain would be different than ours when Crosshair joined the Empire, seeing as you had a close connection to him…but we will no longer let you suffer alone,” Tech vowed.

“The point is: we should’ve been there for you more, from the beginning of all this,” said Echo. “Had we done that, maybe you wouldn’t have felt the need to resort to desperate measures.”

However, she shook her head. “It’s not your fault. Like Tech said, we’ve been dealing with things you guys aren’t entirely familiar with and therefore, I shouldn’t expect you to know how to handle it any better than me.”

Echo stood up from his chair and knelt down on a knee in front of Kimber, grasping her hand and saying her name to prompt her to look at him. When she met his soft gaze, he assured her, “We’re a squad and we help each other. All of us. Even if we don’t fully understand how to cope with some things, we’ll figure it out. That’s what we do.” He tightened his hold on her hand just a bit. “Don’t isolate your feelings just because you don’t think we’d understand. We do, more than you know. Please, don’t keep us in the dark or keep secrets from us again, okay?”

She stole a look up at Tech, as well, and he gave her a sincere nod. It astonished her how quickly Echo and Tech were to forgive her for this. Though, she wasn’t going to take it for granted. In response, she simply nodded and replied, “I won’t. I promise.”

Satisfied with that, Tech then declared, “Echo and I shall reach out to Cid.” After that, the two of them proceeded to start typing things out on the computer as well as the datapad.

Wrecker came up beside Kimber and said, laying a hand on her upper back, “See? I told you they’d come around.”

“Yeah…but there’s still Hunter,” she responded.

“Don’t worry. He might be mad right now, but…he loves you more than anything,” Wrecker told her gently. “I know you guys will work through it. You always do.”

“I hope so…I feel like I’ve disappointed him more than the rest of you,” she admitted.

He rubbed her back. “Love is stronger than disappointment.”

She snickered lightly and turned her gaze up to him. “It would seem love has also made you wiser,” she observed.

The big guy said nothing, but smiled encouragingly.

Then Kimber stole a look down the way to where she could see Hunter sitting in the cockpit, continuously pushing buttons on the console to monitor their comm channels. She could tell he was already determined to work himself to the bone until they found Omega, despite his injury. She knew she was going to have to keep an eye on him. Hopefully, once Omega was found, she'd have a chance to talk things over with him and make amends for what she'd done.

If he'd let her.

Not long later, Kimber decided to join Hunter in the cockpit. Not to try and apologize just yet; he was too distracted for that, but to see if she could help and perhaps keep him company…and possibly help him stay sane.

When she limped into the front of the ship, Hunter was sitting there, his arm propped up against the side console and his hand resting against his forehead. Then he flinched a little and his other hand came up to his bandaged chest, sharply sucking in air through his teeth. Kimber’s heart ached at seeing him in pain, both physically and emotionally.

“I can take over if you need a break,” she spoke up.

He glanced up briefly over his shoulder upon hearing her voice, but then turned back to the console, stating through a grunt, “I’m fine.”

“Darling…you’re still in pain,” she told him.

“I’ll worry about that after we find Omega,” he simply replied, not even looking back at her as he resumed tapping keys on the console.

She hobbled up next to him and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder, feeling his body instinctively relax a little at her touch. “Neglecting yourself isn’t going to help us find her any faster, Hunter, and we will find her… but you need to pace yourself. We still need you here, too, as much as she does.”

For a second, his head turned her way slightly and she thought he was going to try and argue some more, but instead, he let out a frustrated sigh, his head hanging low. Then he reached over and grasped her hand on his shoulder, his grip tight with need, and she curled her fingers around his. It seemed that, despite how angry he was at her, he still couldn’t deny the comfort she was offering him. Not when he desperately needed it in the moment.

Then he said, his voice low and despondent, “I just hope she’s okay.”

“I’m sure she is,” she responded. “If it’s the Kaminoans that want her, I have no doubt that they’ll want her unharmed. Besides, she’s a smart girl. I’m sure she’ll be able to look out for herself until we find her.” She wanted so much to lean down and kiss his brow, but decided against it as he might not welcome such a gesture just yet. Instead, she just tightened her grip on his hand, which he returned. Though, he still didn’t look back at her.

A few seconds later, Echo came into the room, declaring with irritation, “Yeah, Cid knows all about Bane, but not how to find him. She said we're on our own.”

“Of course,” replied Kimber, rolling her eyes. Cid was never useful when they needed her to be.

Just then, they heard a faint, tiny voice come in over their comm channel, “Come in. Come in. Anyone?”

Echo, Hunter and Kimber all exchanged looks of shock. It was Omega’s voice!

“Omega?” Wrecker cried out, running in from the back with Tech behind him.

“Omega, are you there? Omega!” Hunter cried out into the communication panel, but there was no reply.

“It’s long-range. I’ll try to boost the signal,” Echo declared, darting back to the front controls.

After putting in a few codes to boost the comm signal, they heard Omega’s voice come through, “Is anyone there?” Even though they could hear her, it was still staticy and hard to hear at first.

“Omega, do you copy?” Hunter asked.

They heard her gasp Hunter’s name with joy before saying, “I'm here. I got away, but you have to hurry!”

“I knew you’d find a way! Where are you, Omega?” Kimber then asked.

There was a glitch in the signal for a second before they heard her answer, “I don’t know where I am.”

“Hang on, kid. We’re comin’ for ya!” Wrecker cried out.

Echo was trying to trace the signal, but he groaned aloud and stated, “The signal's too weak to establish a direct connection trace.”

Tech then came forward and began instructing Omega over the comm on how to give them a relay on her position, asking her to create a power surge where she was. They all waited in anticipation for Omega’s responses to Tech’s instructions and were relieved every time they could hear her voice. However, at one point, Tech gave her another set of instructions and there wasn’t a reply. Tech spoke her name to get her attention and there was nothing but static and the sounds of a struggle on the other end.

“What’s happening?” Kimber questioned.

“I still can’t get a good read,” Tech answered.

Then they all jumped slightly as they heard Omega’s fearful voice suddenly cry, “Hunter, I need you!”

Hunter shoved Tech aside to get to the comm panel, yelling Omega’s name in a panic. Then the signal was suddenly lost.

“No!” Kimber cried out, slamming a fist on the dash. “The bounty hunter must’ve found her and cut off her communications.”

“Can you find her signal again?” Hunter asked Tech, urgency in his voice.

Tech shook his head. “It was still too weak for me to pinpoint her exact location.”

“We need to get it back,” said Hunter.

“Calm down,” Kimber told him, grabbing his arm. When he looked at her, slightly irritated that she was stopping him, she continued, “Like I told you, she’s a smart girl. She already found a way to get a signal to us, she can do it again. All we can do for her right now is wait, continue monitoring our comm channels and be ready when we hear from her again.”

He clenched his teeth together impatiently. They had finally gotten word from Omega and just as soon as they’d heard from her, they lost her again. Where could she even be? But the steadfast look in Kimber’s eyes directed at him gave him pause. He knew Kimber was right and he had to remind himself that Omega was indeed an intelligent girl. She’d managed to get away from the bounty hunter long enough to get a message to them without their help. If she’d managed to do it once already, then she could surely do it again.

With a deep breath to calm his anxiety, Hunter gave her a nod of understanding.

Then, turning to Tech, Kimber inquired, “Were you able to get any sort of reading at all as to where she might possibly be?”

He turned to his datapad and answered, “There was nothing substantial, but it seemed as though it was coming from somewhere in a system not far from us.”

“Then why don’t we just head that way and get a headstart?” suggested Wrecker.

“There are still several planets in that part of the galaxy. If we bypass the correct one, that could prove detrimental to Omega’s rescue,” Tech pointed out.

The four of them continued to debate on different possible options they could do until a few minutes later, they heard beeping coming from the main computer and Echo declared from the co-pilot’s seat, “I think I've got her. She's in the Lido system.”

“Where in the Lido system?” Wrecker asked as they all rushed forward to the computer to see what it was displaying.

Echo pushed a few keys and stated, “I'm pinpointing the exact coordinates. Hang on!”

Within seconds, the Marauder was back in hyperspace, heading towards Omega’s location and all they could do was hope they’d be able to reach her in time. Not much time passed when they exited hyperspace and they soon ended up in an unknown planet’s red-orange and cloudy atmosphere. They were all searching out the viewport for any sign of Omega or any nearby civilization.

The ship’s proximity sensor began to chirp and Tech informed the others, “I’m picking up a nearby vessel, but it’s descending fast towards the surface.”

As they kept watch out the window, Kimber spotted what the proximity sensor had picked up: it was a round flight pod soaring downward through the sky.

“There!” she cried, pointing through the viewport. “It’s a flight pod. That must be her!”

“Tech, take over the controls,” said Echo. “I’ll prep the docking clamp.”

Echo and Tech seamlessly transitioned as Tech jumped into the pilot’s seat and took control of the ship, angling it down after the flight pod, while Echo ran to the back of the ship and started getting the docking clamp ready to catch the flight pod. Hunter and Wrecker ran after him with Kimber limping behind them on her rifle crutch. After a moment of quiet anticipation, they heard the clang on the underbelly of the ship as the flight pod was caught on the clamp and the Marauder docked on top of it. Echo opened the docking port, gas releasing from inside the pod as it opened, and Wrecker knelt down and peered inside.

“Omega! Are you in there?” he called down.

To everyone’s relief, they heard Omega’s small, trembling voice cry out Wrecker’s name from down below. They had found her!

Wrecker reached down and pulled her out of the pod, happy to have her back. Once she was safely inside, Echo released the flight pod from the ship and Tech flew it back up into the sky, preparing to exit the planet’s atmosphere.

The poor girl had her hands in cuffs and she looked so scared, which made Kimber’s heart ache. She grew even sadder when Omega turned and leaned against Hunter, making him flinch in pain. Kimber knew Omega probably had shared the same fear as she did, thinking Hunter had died back on Bracca and now, she was relieved to see he was alive. Ignoring the pain from his injury, Hunter still smiled sweetly as he looked down at Omega, just happy to have her back.

He knelt down and asked her, taking her gently by the shoulders, “Are you okay, Omega? Are you hurt?”

She sniffled and asked tearfully, “Why is this happening? Why are the Kaminoans after me?”

With that one question, the squad’s suspicions were confirmed. It had been the Kaminoans who had sent Cad Bane after her and she’d found out about it.

“Hunter…you have to tell her,” Echo urged their Sergeant.

With a pained expression in his eyes and face, Hunter explained to Omega, “You're…valuable to them. More than all the other Clones, even more than us. You're…different.”

Apprehensively, she asked him, “Different? How?”

The conversation Hunter and the rest of the squad had with Omega following her rescue was not an easy one. Explaining to her that she was a vital key to the Cloning process wasn’t easy for her to hear, but she held herself together surprisingly well. For someone that had just been through a kidnapping, she was doing better than they expected. Hunter soon ordered that everyone get rest once Tech found a spot in space to just let the ship hover for a while.

However, as Kimber tried to rest, she found it hard to go to sleep. Hunter had elected to stay out in the cockpit for a while, saying he would keep watch. Though, Kimber wasn’t sure she bought that excuse. There really wasn’t any reason for him to keep watch for anything, especially now that their ship’s signature was scrambled and the Empire couldn’t track them. No…she had a feeling it was because he still wasn’t happy with her and didn’t want to share the room with her at the moment. Not having him beside her was making it hard for her to sleep, not to mention the dull aching in her injured leg. After determining she wasn’t going to get rest anytime soon, she decided she was going to go out and finally speak to Hunter. He would be alone and he was the last one she needed to make amends with. The others were quicker to forgive her for what she’d done, but she knew Hunter would need more convincing.

She took up her rifle again and made her way out of the bunk. Though, as she got to the cabin of the ship, she could hear voices from further in. She peeked around the corner and saw Hunter speaking to Omega in the cockpit.

“If I'm as valuable as you say, Lama Su will keep sending bounty hunters after me,” she heard Omega say.

Then Hunter responded with conviction, “He can send everyone in the galaxy. You have us.”

Kimber smiled to herself. Hunter’s determination to keep Omega safe honestly just made her fall even more in love with him. For someone who had never cared for a child before, he was doing rather well with Omega. Then she heard Omega tell him that he couldn’t fight everyone and she watched as Hunter got out of his chair, crouched in front of Omega, turned her chair to face him and lovingly told her she had nothing to worry about, vowing that she would never have to return to Kamino. Kimber could only pray deep down that he wasn’t making a promise he couldn’t keep. Of course, they all would do everything in their power to keep the kid safe…but would it prove to be enough?

Once Omega seemed calm enough, Hunter told her to go try and sleep, which she obeyed. As she walked towards the gunner’s mount, Omega caught sight of Kimber waiting near the back, jogged over to her and hugged her around the waist. Kimber lightly chuckled, touched by the young Clone’s affection, and softly smoothed her hair. When she pulled away, Omega simply smiled gratefully up at Kimber and then climbed up into her makeshift room in the gunner’s mount, pulling the curtain shut behind her.

When Kimber looked back towards the cockpit, Hunter was standing there staring at her. He looked a little startled to see her, but there was also still hurt in his eyes as well as yearning; yearning to just understand everything she had done.

“Hunter…,” she simply said, beginning her walk towards the front of the ship on her rifle.

Though, after she took a couple steps, he told her, “Put that down.” Then he walked towards her and said, holding out a hand to her, “Come here.”

Timidly, she listened and set her rifle against the wall, bracing herself on one of the chairs as she did so. Then she reached out and took Hunter’s hand and he proceeded to guide her arm over his head and across his shoulders, letting her put her weight on him as he walked her towards the cockpit. Once they got there, he carefully eased her down into the seat Omega had occupied not minutes prior before sitting back down in the other chair as she thanked him.

Still at least thinking he’d be cordial, he asked her, “How are you doing?”

Kimber wasn’t expecting him to be so at ease with her, but maybe getting Omega back had softened him up a bit, she supposed. With a light scoff, she replied, “Remember when we first met? I was so much worse than this. That and I’ve been shot and stabbed before, so this is nothing to me.” Then flashes of Hunter being shot by Cad Bane crossed her mind and tears began to fill her eyes at the memory.

Right away, Hunter noticed her tears and sensed her emotions were rising. “What's wrong?” he asked.

Her voice cracked as she answered tearfully, turning away from him, “The pain of my wound...and all other wounds I've suffered...was nothing compared to the pain that grew in my heart when I saw Bane shoot you.” She turned back to him. “I thought we'd lost you, Hunter...I thought I had lost you.”

He reassured her, “I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

Even though hearing him call her “sweetheart” seemed like a good sign, her fears weren’t put at ease by his words. “ You can say that all you like...but think about it: we both got shot and Omega was taken from us in nothing flat,” she went on to tell him. “You may not go anywhere willingly, but that doesn't mean it won't happen in ways that we don't expect. We're not untouchable, Hunter, and it's unwise to think we are if we simply promise to be, not in the world we live in now. The galaxy is against us and we need to take better care. I know you were protecting Omega, as was I, and I would never tell you not to, but you were almost killed...and I couldn't bear it. It was my worst nightmares coming true. I can't watch that happen to you again. I can't lose you.” Then her head fell as she felt her tears threatening to seep out of her eyes, squeezing them shut tightly to keep herself from crying and remembering the devastation she’d felt momentarily at seeing Hunter being shot.

A few seconds passed and she suddenly felt Hunter take her hands in his. When she opened her eyes, he was kneeling in front of her, looking up at her with soft sympathy in his eyes. “Kimber, I'm here. Bane didn't kill me,” he consoled her. Then he brought her hand up to his chest and held her open palm over his heart. “Feel me...I'm here with you,” he said.

Kimber nearly cried some more at this gesture. Normally, that was her tactic to calm him down when anything had nearly happened to her. This was the first time he had used it to help her. Feeling his steady heartbeat thumping in his chest gave her the comforting reminder she needed. Her nightmares were still only dreams; they hadn’t come true and Hunter was still with her, alive and well. She let herself fall forward until her forehead gently made contact with his. There they stayed for a moment that she wished would last forever, relishing in each other’s presence, as if to remind themselves that neither of them were dead and that they were still together.

Then Kimber broke the silence by saying, “You’re here…and so is Omega. We got her back. All is well now.”

However, Hunter sighed quietly and responded, “Not quite.” Then he pulled away and sat himself back in the chair, a conflicted look on his face.

This was the moment Kimber had been dreading and she tensed up, anticipating whatever Hunter was about to throw at her.

He brought a hand up to his forehead and rubbed between his eyes in vexation. “Kimber…I just…I have so many questions,” he said with a sigh. Then he looked back at her and continued calmly yet still with a hint of disappointment, “Help me understand…why you reached out to Crosshair. Why did you do it?”

Ashamed, she turned away and hugged her arms tightly. “I…I missed him…and I didn’t know what else to do. It was the only thing I could think of doing to help cope with his absence,” she answered.

“Does anyone else know?” he then inquired.

“Only Irys,” she told him, “but it was only because she overheard me sending a message and quickly figured it out.”

There was silence briefly and then he asked next, “When did this start?”

She released a breath slowly, preparing her explanation and readying herself for however Hunter would react. “When we crashed on that moon some time ago…after the one singular time we talked about Crosshair. I was emotional thinking about him and when I went back to our bunk to be alone…I just acted impulsively and sent him a message, just pleading to understand why he left us and to come back. This was before we fully understood the significance of the inhibitor chips.” She paused for a moment, waiting for him to say anything, but he kept quiet, his sights focused outside the viewport. When he didn’t respond, she kept going, “Then I messaged him again when we were first going to Ord Mantell and then shortly before the Imperial gala. On that subject…he was there, Hunter.”

That was what made Hunter finally turn and look at her again. “What?”

Giving him an affirming nod, she said, “Crosshair was there at the gala. I saw him as we were escaping…and I found out he saw me when he contacted me on Bracca.”

Hunter ran his hand over his face, exasperated. He had no idea things with Kimber and Crosshair had gone so far. He was confused, trepidatious and concerned, unsure of just how to react to any of this information. Then he said, his tone still composed yet with no less bite to it, “Even though you knew he has the chip in his head, you still told him where we were. How could you do something so reckless?”

She rubbed her arms for self-comfort. “I was only trying to help him,” she said in a low voice. “I know now I wasn’t thinking clearly, I was just…desperate. I thought we could remove his chip and he would return to us. I was….” She was about to say something, but then a realization came to her mind and she stopped herself at first. Then, with a defeated sigh, she admitted, “I was thinking of the squad, at first…but now I see that I was only thinking of myself. In doing so, I put all of us at risk.”

“Why did you keep all this from me?”

“I just knew, after what he did, you wouldn’t react well to anything involving Crosshair. I felt alone and didn’t know what to do.”

“Kimber, you know you can talk to me about anything.”

“Not about this.” Kimber turned back to Hunter, melancholy written all over her face. “You shut down when Crosshair is brought up, which was what happened on that moon the first time.”

Somehow, Hunter hadn't fully recognized the way he'd handled Crosshair's absence and betrayal. Whenever he was reminded of it, he didn't want to think about it lest it make him more upset…but he never realized that avoiding that subject affected Kimber so much. A small wave of remorse washed over him as his gaze drifted away.

Kimber added, “Though…I can’t really blame you. This kind of loss is new for you; for all of us. He hurt you and he hurt me, too”

“Guess we both haven’t been coping with it very well…and all of us not talking about him didn’t help things,” he commented warily.

“Not really,” she affirmed.

There was another moment of awkward silence between the two of them. Both of them were experiencing guilt over the days’ circumstances and just weren’t sure of what to say to each other. The tension was heavy and uncomfortable, both of them waiting for the other to speak.

Then finally, Kimber said, her voice quiet yet resolute, “Listen…I’m sorry for what I did. I never should’ve reached out to Crosshair in the first place and I definitely shouldn’t have told him where we were. I only ever had good intentions…but I know that isn’t a good enough excuse. Even Omega getting captured was my fault because I failed to protect her. I put all of us in danger and I messed everything up. I broke the squad’s trust…I broke your trust. You have every right to not trust me right now, but please know I would never intentionally endanger this squad. I made a mistake, I know that. I’m so sorry and I hope you can forgive me eventually. I’ll do anything to earn your trust again.”

At first, Hunter didn’t reply. His head hung down and he appeared lost in thought. Kimber supposed he was probably thinking of how awful she was or maybe he didn’t fully believe her apology. So many worst-case scenarios ran through her head that filled her with fear; fear of how her actions were ultimately going to affect her greatest relationship. Then a few seconds later, he stood up from his seat, knelt down on one leg in front of her and grabbed hold of her hands again, running his thumbs over the back of her hands.

“Can you at least promise that you won’t do anything like that again?” he requested.

Immediately, she nodded. “I promise. Even though he still is being controlled by the chip…Crosshair still betrayed me a second time and I have no desire to try contacting him again. I've learned my lesson.”

The corners of his lips twitched up ever so slightly with satisfaction. His hand came up and cradled her cheek ever so gently, making her instinctively lean into his touch. “Then I forgive you,” he told her.

Her heart leapt for joy at hearing those words. Her hands came up and grasped his that held her face as she turned her head and pressed her lips gratefully into his palm. She’d believed it would’ve taken a lot to earn his trust again, but she was relieved that her Sergeant was quicker to forgive her this time.

Holding his hand against her cheek, she looked at him and said lastly, “I’m sorry I disappointed you.”

With a small shrug, he replied, “Well…love is stronger than disappointment.”

She blinked, taken aback at hearing those familiar words from earlier. “Wrecker said the exact same thing to me.”

“I know…I heard him,” he stated. Then he removed his hand and his expression turned sad and full of regret as he said, “And he was right. I reacted too harshly and in my anger, I said some hurtful things to you. What Wrecker said made me realize that that isn’t how I should treat the woman I love.”

“You had every right to be mad at me,” she said back.

Shaking his head, he countered, “But I accused you of being the reason Omega was kidnapped, even though Cad Bane being there had nothing to do with what you had done. That wasn’t fair to you and I shouldn’t have done that.” He heaved a loud sigh. “I hate it when we fight.”

She agreed, “So do I.”

He took hold of her hands again, brought them up to his lips and pressed a firm kiss to her knuckles on each hand. He then returned his apologetic gaze to her and said, “I’m sorry, Kimber. Can you forgive me?”

With a content smile of relief, she traced his cheek lightly and answered, “Of course, darling.”

Pleased that she too was willing to forgive him, he pressed a kiss to her palm. As her hand lowered back to her lap, he then said, “No more secrets?”

“No more secrets,” she repeated.

With that promise now between them, Hunter leaned forward until their foreheads met, his nose gently brushing hers. “I love you, sweetheart.”

Kimber smiled again, her gladness almost overpowering her now. “I love you, too.” After a short moment, she pulled back and went on to ask him, “Will you come to bed?”

He released a tiny scoff and relented, saying, “All right. I will…but you're not going back to the room using that.” Then he gestured with his head back to her rifle still propped against the wall.

“What? It was the best I could do, given the circumstances,” she replied with a grin.

“There's no need for a crutch when you have me,” he said back. Then without waiting for a response, he stood up and pulled her up with him, draping her arm over his shoulders and supporting her around the waist. “But hopefully, your leg will heal in no time.”

Nestling her head into his neck, she purred, “I'll still choose to lean on you even then, my darling.”

She felt him kiss her hair and with all being said and done, they retreated back to their bunk for some much-needed rest after a long and stressful day.

#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch hunter #sergeant hunter #bad batch fanfic #hunter x oc fic #sun and rain fanfic

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ask-good-cop-bad-cop · 5 months ago

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for the writing rec thingy, maybe something having to do with how special days were handled when they were younger? Considering they both have very different ideas on social interaction, and ma and pa cop loving them very much, how would they compromise? (Sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😅)

Ma sighed as she watched her boys slouched on the couch watching cartoons. Yet another year where not a single invitation had been responded to. Liam tried to put up an act, pretend like it didn't bother him, but Ma knew better. It hurt them both that no one wanted to be their friend. Pa wrapped an arm around her and gave her a squeeze.

"Thoughts?" He asked.

"I don't know, dear... It just breaks my heart. They're good boys, they don't deserve this... If I could make friends for them, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

"I know you would, darling. I would too. Unfortunately that's beyond our ability, so we need to figure something else out to cheer them up."

Ma sighed and tried to think. An idea occurred to her. It was still pretty early in the day... "The Halloween Festival in Bricksburg might be a good place to start. That should give them the chance to hang out with other kids their age that don't already have a bias against them. And then we can take them out for cake and ice cream after."

The boys seemed to perk up a little once the idea was pitched to them. Liam was still wary, but warmed up to it once he realized these kids would be complete strangers. They wouldn't already have it in their heads to be cruel just because they were different. With any luck, they never would. Garrett especially was thrilled with the idea of going to a festival. They had been to several small "festivals" in their little town, but the one in the city was sure to be so much bigger!

Minds made up, they pulled on their coat and followed their parents to the car. It was along drive to get to the city, more than half an hour. They spent the time holding silent conversations in their mind, as they had recently discovered they could.

"Do you think they'll have lots of games there??"

"Probably, yeah. Lots of food too. Maybe some rides."

"Mom? Will they have rides there?"

Ma smiled. "I'm sure they will, dear."

Garrett's eyes widened as they finally entered the city, and he nearly had his nose pressed to the window as he tried to take in all the sights. There was an awful lot of people around too. Pa muttered to himself as he tried to find a place to park. the parking lot was packed full of so many cars. After driving around for a few more minutes, he finally found a spot.

"Hold onto my hand, boys." Ma told them. "The fairgrounds are big, and with so many people it's easy to get lost." Liam dutifully took their mother's hand and held on tight.

His eyes went wide as he looked up to take in the sight before them. There was a fence all around the fairgrounds to keep people from getting in without tickets, but he could indeed see a number of carnival rides rising up over the top of it. Garrett's excitement was almost overwhelming. "Mom! Mom they have a roller coaster!"

Pa chuckled softly. "I guess we know what we're doing first, then. Sit tight boys, I have to go get our tickets." Liam nodded eagerly.

They spent the day dragging their parents all over the fairgrounds, riding the rides, playing the games, trying new foods, and just taking in all the sights and sounds. They even managed to get along with a few of the other kids there, happily playing team games together.

By supper time, their energy was waning. Pa smiled to himself and lifted them into his arms as they left the festival. By the time they reached the car again, they were out cold.

"They might not be as excited for this next year." Ma pointed out as Pa carefully buckled them into the back seat.

"I know. But we've got a year to figure out a new game plan. I'm just glad this worked out."

#Sorry it took so long to get this one out.#I was stumped for a bit.#fiction #lore

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cowboyhorsegirl · 1 year ago

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*sniffing around like a fanfic starved dirty rat*

Ya got any Stony crumbs?

LMFAO this is so funny😅😅

I'm sorry i haven't been posting any fic lately, I'm a very slow writer and a huge perfectionist, the combination of which is basically just the author's death knell. but the last thing i was working on was an ask response for horse divorce au so i'll share some of that <3

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I know why they divorce :(

it's because Tony kisses him. In the stables, one day when they're playing the same game they always do, the same cheeky back-and-forth. Some silly argument with no heat behind it, save for the lustful gazes they turn on each other.

Tony doesn't even really know what was different about today, except that Steve couldn't stop singing Friday's praises about how well she kept her cool through the thunderstorm that took her and Tony by surprise when they were out riding earlier. Tony wants to remind him that he’s sure he & Friday would still be stranded out there somewhere, soaking wet and scared and lost and caught out in the storm when Steve had run through the trails on foot to come find them and lead them back home. He wants to say that the only reason Friday was so calm was because Steve was there, soothing her with a low voice and a gentle hand and Tony knows he’s right about that, at least, because Steve is the only reason he regained his calm, too.

But he doesn’t say any of that, just lets himself take in the adoring way Steve looks at Friday, the way he stops stroking a hand down her neck every so often just to close his eyes and rest his forehead against her steady, solid body as if he’s reminding himself that she’s okay. That they’re okay. And Tony’s always had a soft spot for people who love to love Friday, who appreciate her even though she’s past her showjumping prime. Even earlier in the summer, before Howard had sent the rest of the horses off to the Stark’s trainer to prep for competition season, Tony could see the affection Steve held for her in particular above all her other stablemates.

Tony doesn’t really know what was different about today, or maybe he just doesn’t want to admit that the only thing that’s changed is his own perspective, because this time when Steve shoots a jab at him about how “with all those fancy gadgets you’ve got you think at least one of them would be able to show you the weather forecast” all Tony hears is I was so worried about you and I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner and please don’t ever disappear on me like that again.

So he kisses him, and suddenly it feels like a whole summer of pretending he hasn’t been slowly falling head over heels for this infuriating, intoxicating stablehand has been leading to this single moment in the stables, with the scent of hay and rain heavy in the air and Steve’s clothes drenched and cold under Tony’s fists and Steve’s chapped lips on his, warming him up from the inside out.

Kissing Steve in the stables leaves Tony feeling weightless, the same thrill as hitting the peak of a jump before landing back in the saddle again. But if kissing Steve feels like momentarily flying off the ground, then being called into Howard’s office the next morning brings him crashing back down to the Earth.

#horse divorce au #anon #signed sealed delivered #evwrites #stevetony #the trick to surviving the ao3 shutdown btw is to get your other writer friends to email you their fic drafts a few days ago 😎😎

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missingn000 · 1 year ago

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sooo i think I have figured out what a character foil means. I'm not entirely sure but I think I understood somewhat.

What I'm curious about is how did you figure out the foils in tpg? Did it come out naturally while figuring out each characters philosophies or was it something else?

Also I just want to say I truly love the interactions between characters and the writing in tpg. I'm way too invested and excited for the next chapters and how the plot will continue😅

Sorry for the bad english.

weee character foils!! a character foil is basically any character that contrasts with another character in a way that highlights their opposing qualities and causes them to challenge each other. it's a narrative device i absolutely love, especially since character interactions are my favorite thing to explore.

as for the tpg foils! for the most part, it came naturally as i was planning the characters' philosophies. some were foils that already existed in jjk that i wanted to explore deeper, especially with their tpg personalities, such as maki & yuuta and yuuji & sukuna.

then there were duos i wish we got to see that i thought would be interesting: nanami & higuruma, for example. most people in the fandom seem to think they'd get along, but i actually disagree, at least they wouldn't get along at first. so i thought it could be interesting to set them up as foils and develop them from there!

then there's toji & getou, who also contrast each other in many ways but are much more similar than at least toji realizes -- they start out as very different characters at the start of tpg, but due to their interactions with the others as well as each other, they're becoming more and more alike.

i'd say the duo most unique to tpg is gojo & kashimo, but once i knew kashimo was going to be part of the story, foiling the two felt natural. i have this more detailed post talking about them specifically!

honestly, i'm so thrilled to hear you love the story. i'm invested too lol, and i'm glad you're along for the ride too!! thank you for reading and for this kind message <333

#also your english is perfect!!#tpg

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thirstworldproblemss · 1 year ago

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Hello I love your writing! Most of all the Mando storys! Will you write more for him soon? Did you like season 3?

Hello and thank you, dear anon! I'm always thrilled to hear from people who like my writing, and Din is particularly near and dear to my heart! 🥰🥰 I have a handful of WIPs with him already (and a train car full of ideas that I'd love to write someday). There is one in particular that I've been polishing up a bit in hopes of getting it posted someday soon, BUT I don't want to promise anything because I am notoriously bad at sticking to any sort of deadlines or timeline as far as writing/posting goes (especially when my real life gets busy like it is right now) 😅🙈

As for season 3, I finally watched it a couple of weeks ago, and... (Mando s3 spoilers below the cut)

First of all, let me just emphasize that this is my opinion and my opinion ONLY. It's not my intention to rain on anyone's parade, nor do I want to argue with anyone about it.

So... if you loved season 3, that's great! And I love that for you!! I know some people who were delighted by it, and I'm happy for them, but sadly, that was not my experience.

In general, I found that I needed to... hmm, let's say... adjust my expectations somewhat to be able to enjoy the season 3? I think mostly because I loved s1 & s2 so much, and it seemed like these most recent episodes never quite lived up to the same level for me.

Basically, there were a lot of places where I felt like the plot, dialog, and/or characterization could have been tightened up or handled differently to better effect. I often felt like cohesive storytelling (and/or in-universe physics—hello, 30 second trip to the core and back, I'm looking at you) took a backseat to checking off plot points, and the chance for greater emotional engagement was ignored in favor of video-game-style high-speed chases and/or fights, which like..... yeah, those sequences were cool and all, but I never really felt all that invested in the outcome because it seemed like the show skipped over the groundwork needed to.... make me care?

Ironically, the bit of storytelling that I found most interesting and did emotionally connect with was the part of ch 19 focusing on the "rehabilitation" of Dr Penn Perishing and other Imperials, which……… turned out to be just a way to snip that particular loose end and lead us back to Moff Gideon. And really, there seemed to be a lot of shoehorning in bits of the wider Star Wars universe, often in ways that placed the emphasis on that to the detriment of... the rest of the show. (A bit like they were so excited to show us the forest, to the point that they forgot we also wanted to see the individual trees, perhaps?)

Eventually, I did realized that part of the reason events felt so random was that I was expecting more of Din's story, but that's not what Season 3 is anymore. It's Bo Katan's story, with Din and Grogu along for the ride. (Sort of the reverse of what happened with tBoBF, I think, and I found it equally awkward there.) Once I resigned myself to the fact that I was watching The Bo Katan Show, some of the storytelling choices made a bit more sense, and I do like s3 marginally better when viewed through the lens.

TLDR (because that got really freakin' long--sorry, anon 😅) I liked season 3 okay, but I felt it could have been handled better, and I wish the focus had stayed on Din and Grogu's story because that's what I'm most interested in.

Like... C'mon, Favreau, where's The Mandalorian, Supplemental Chapters: The Further Adventures of our Favorite Tin Can Space Man Dad Bounty Hunter and his Green Bean Son?!?!?

#answered asks #anon asks #people say nice things about twp’s fic #twp speaks #(at length even 😆)#the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3 spoilers

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fredmundo · 7 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/thespermdonorstorylineisstupid/748050962962415616/we-also-dont-need-to-keep-having-people-writing

No no not mad at you sorry 😅 just frustrated in general. Because it has been happening since 7.4. Just the other day I went into the Ryan tag and the first thing there was a gif of Buck and Tommy Kissing. Eddie Diaz is being tagged in posts about how soft and great Tommy is with Buck. Buddie tag here and ao3 is being flooded with posts about Tommy. I saw one yesterday tagged Buddie and it was how the poster hoped they would get to see a ton of scenes with Buck Chris and Tommy, eddie not included. I told someone else this the other day that was confused why more and more people seem to be “snapping” at Buck Tommy Shippers, it’s because tagging exists for a reason. And we are all thrilled for canon bi Buck being confirmed finallyyyyy after all these years. But not everyone is a multi shipper. Which is fine. And not everyone is a solo shipper. Which is also fine. And the first few days after 7.4, a few incorrect tagging posts not a big deal. But here we are two weeks later and it’s still happening. ao3 stories are being labeled as Evan Buckley/ Eddie Diaz and then they are buck Tommy stories. They are being labeled buddie and pre relationship and then nothing even hints at romantic about buddie in the stories. It just focuses on Buck and Tommy. Here on tumblr the Buddie tag is getting influxed with I ship Buddie still BUT and then it’s an essay on why Tommy is so great and why everyone should think so to and if they don’t your suddenly phobic posts. Or posts about how people need to stop making bi Buck about Eddie while they then in turn make it all about Tommy 💀. Neither post however is actually about Buddie. So the growing frustration is coming from now even the people who are completely neutral about the Tommy of it all and still waiting for Buddie and just trying to enjoy the ride, now suddenly can’t seem to curate their experience because people won’t tag correctly. Every tag it’s becoming essentially shoved down people’s throats of how great Tommy is. And isn’t Tommy the best. And Tommy and Buck are so great and so in love and it’s the best thing ever. Like they had 1 bad date, and 1 kiss. Which again for the die hard Buck and Tommy shippers more power to ya. I am genuinely happy you get to experience this. But for the people neutral on this specific relationship or just not vibing with Tommy in general, trying to go into the buddie tag, or the Eddie Diaz tag, or the Ryan tag every day for two weeks and not seeing those tag related posts anymore and instead seeing Tommy Tommy Tommy I’m sure you can see where the frustration comes from and why it building and more and more arguments are breaking out. Buck and Tommy have to my knowledge their own tags and I don’t know if buddie shippers are going into them and doing the same thing there in which case my point stands for them as well to stop doing that and tag correctly. This got way wordier then I meant to and I have no idea if it makes any sense 😂 but basically

TLDR version: not mad at you specifically OP but would really like people to start tagging correctly again so people who want to see specific tag related posts can start seeing those again.

bruuuuuuh my adhd had so much trouble without paragraph breaks lmao took me a couple tries 😂😂

i get your point and i get your frustration if people are doing it to be dicks. i literally don't think i have seen any overtly positive tommy stuff in the buddie tag that doesn't also mention buddie. that doesn't mean those posts aren't there it just means i don't know how big of an issue this actually is.

the post i made that i think got you into my messages was literally pro buddie endgame and just saying i like tommy's character so it is tagged as such like everything mentioned is tagged.

but also it isn't that big of a deal if someone miss tags or directly tags things outside of bucktommy. if you don't wanna see it, scroll past it. if someone is on your post writing shit you don't wanna see, reblog it and delete the additions. that's what i do at least

and like im not even a die hard bucktommy shipper ???? i don't even think i would classify myself as a shipper. i just like that there is bisexual representation on my screen and lou is dorky and i collect dorks. but like i don't see them together or read fics or make edits for bucktommy.

looks like we can both be a little wordy anon<3😂

#chriss is trying her best but adhd is kicking her butt #chriss answers anon #anon writes a novel😂#this is all said with love and if it comes across as not love that was not the intention

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littlegirlybapthing · 10 months ago

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My birthday butterfly

Hi chiquitita,

It’s your mama here writing to you on your 1st birthday. As soon as you woke up, me, Dada and Leo went into your room singing happy birthday and holding balloons. You were absolutely thrilled! You deserve this and more baby girl. You are our little princess who we treasure with all of our hearts. I’m sorry I didn’t get to write in your blog every month sweetie, life with two kids has been quite the rollercoaster ride for this mama haha. But trust me, I was enjoying you every second of this first year. You’re so cuddly, loving, silly, funny, courageous, adventurous, smart and just plain lovely.

There is sooo much to say about you, baby. Where do I even begin?

You LOVE going outside. As soon as we open any door to the outside, you crawl to it as fast as your little hands and knees will take you. You get mad and sad if the door closes before you can get there.

Similarly, you have a love for the fridge and dish washer. You crawl to them quickly when they open and love to tinker around with what’s inside of them.

You have major FOMO (fear of missing out). If you hear anybody having fun, you quickly join in with your dinosaur laugh. “Ahh ahh ahh”. You have no problem with staying awake way past your nap time or bedtime. You will eventually get testy but for the most part, you push through with smiles and silliness.

By the way, when bedtime is nearing, you always get super silly. You laugh more, try to play the running game with dada, get silly with brother, etc. and of course your dinosaur laugh comes out “ahh ahh ahh” lol

Up until around month 10 you slept well. You only woke once a night to feed. I could put you down to sleep. Granted you would cry but with a few taps on your butt you’d drift off. But then month 10 rolled around and along with it came your first set of molars. Sleep hasn’t been the same since. Now you demand, absolutely demand that you be nursed to sleep. I know the discomfort of it all is a lot to handle baby girl. So it’s ok. I’ll nurse you, co-sleep with you, wake up at all hours for you until this passes (which it always does, and it passes far too quickly for this mama).

You love to take my phone and push all the buttons. I’ve been locked out of it quite a few times thanks to you. Lol Another item you absolutely love is pretty much any remote that controls the tv. You take it and try to run away if we catch you with it. Lol

Stretchy men (specifically brothers stretchy men) are your fave. Brother isn’t too happy about that and often takes them away from you. Leading to yelling from both sides. So brother got you your very own stretchy woman Minnie Mouse for Christmas which you love.

You won’t nap in strollers or cars anymore. You’ll scream and scream until your face turns purple. Thankfully you still sleep if I carry you in the baby carrier 😅 Helpful for the days when we have to be out and about.

Your favorite animals are dogs. You squeal with excitement when you see Titi (she even got you to take some steps). And if we’re at a park and you see dogs, you crawl to them no matter how big the dogs are. We have to keep a close eye on you lol

You love your grandparents. You smile at them and pull the toward you for attention. You’re just such a sweet pleasure to have around anybody. And you’re okay with me leaving you with them while I go off to do things. It’s probably a second child thing, you’re just very independent.

You feed yourself your meals and will sometimes accept for me to feed you but mostly you turn me away.

You LOVE LOVE LOVE books. You look through all of your shelf books while you potty and you crawl to the book areas while you play. Some of your favorites are If you’re happy and you know it. How loud is a lion. Twinkle little star and Jesus loves me. You open the books and look at me to read them.

You know some baby signs now. You clap your hands to say “more”. If there’s a song you like, you’ll say more when the songs ends so it will play again. You also know “all done, milk, & bye bye”.

You say mama and dada so far.

You clap your hands, climb things, open drawers, pull silks out of the tissue toy box, push balls down the ball dropper toy, push buttons in the button dropper toy, try to strum the guitar, try to draw with crayons and markers. You even try to draw on Leo’s school easel.

You’re unsure about the vacuum. You hang on to me so hard while its on. And you run away from it if it’s coming close.

You love love love baths. As soon as you hear the water running your crawl over and try climbing in!! Haha

You like making your rounds around the house, knocking Leo’s toys down, snacking on little bits of food from us and just having a happy time.

You still take two naps a day, your first one is usually the longest. Sometimes you nap up to 2.5 hours. I usually homeschool brother while you nap because when you’re awake you take over our attention haha

You like music and even dance when it’s on! You always go to the music box I made and point to the picture of the baby and mama. I then ask Alexa to play Canticos Mama Te Quiero. lol

You love the music books. The first one you encountered was the paw patrol music book. You quickly learned how to push the buttons on your own to play the songs.

You love finding little treasures (usually paper, crumbs, or little random objects) and walking around with them while you practice your pincer grasp.

This week you started taking your first steps. It was on the 23rd. And already today on the 29th you’re walking all around 🥹 so proud of you baby girl!!

I still can’t believe I have a little girl. I’m so grateful to God that he has entrusted me and Dada to raise you and Leo. You two are our treasures and we will always love you no matter what. I look forward to this new year together and all of the adventures we will have. I look forward to watching you grow up into a beautiful and intelligent woman of God. I love you baby girl. Chiquita de mi chiquita, vida de mi vida, Amor the mi amor!!

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

”‘May the Lord bless you and protect you. May the Lord smile on you and be gracious to you. May the Lord show you his favor and give you his peace.’

‭‭Numbers‬ ‭6‬:‭24‬-‭26‬ ‭NLT‬

”This is my command—be strong and courageous! Do not be afraid or discouraged. For the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”“

‭‭Joshua‬ ‭1‬:‭9‬ ‭NLT‬‬

”Charm is deceptive, and beauty does not last; but a woman who fears the Lord will be greatly praised.“

‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭31‬:‭30‬ ‭

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etheriaaly · 3 years ago

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Hello, do you still do requests? If so, could I get a cc!SBI x GN!Reader (platonic ofc) at TwitchCon? If requests aren't open feel free to ignore btw

Thank you, and remember to drink water and eat something!

SURPRISE, SURPRISE [CC! SBI x GN! Reader]

a/n: hiii!! sorry for the long wait and delay, I forgot to post this a month ago😭😅. school is just making me busy but requests are open <3 also im pretty sure theres a similar fanfic plot w this but imma hope mine has a bit of twist and difference to it 😭. Another thing, I have no idea how TwitchCon works or what it looks like from the inside so please bare with the lack of TwitchCon knowledge in this fanfic. Anyways, i hope u enjoy this short one :))

P.S. Sorry if u live in the USA or near it, the location where the reader lives is for plot purposes :))

READER PRONOUNS: They/them (Gender neutral)

ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

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TwitchCon is coming in a few days and [Y/N] is beyond excited. Not only it was their first-ever TwitchCon, but they also get to finally meet Tommy, Wilbur, Phil, and Techno.

However, those 4 don't know [Y/N] will be joining TwitchCon in San Diego since [Y/N] literally lives on the other side of the world and the SBI thinks their parents didn't allow them to travel just for TwitchCon.

But [Y/N]'s parents literally said yes once they told them about TwitchCon💀

Even though telling the SBI beforehand would be a great start to plan the things they would do and have fun but then again, where's the thrill and excitement into seeing their shocked faces once they see [Y/N].

They are currently anxious at the moment, tapping their feet on and on. What if one of them sees [Y/N] on the airport or on the way to the TwitchCon?? That will definitely ruin the surprise.

[Y/N] hopes that the Marvel disguise, which consist of the cap and a sunglasses, will work.

As soon as they finally landed at the San Diego Internationally Airport, they received a text message from the group chat.

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big man child: LETS FUCKING GOO WHERE AR YOU GUYS??

orphan obliterator: at the hotel rn

wilby: tommy, im literally beside you

cawcaw man: ^

big man child: WISH U WERE HERE [N/N]!!

[n/n]: LMAO SCREAMING IN CAPS

[n/n]: also dw abt it theres always next time ig 😩

orphan obliterator: want me to convince the government to let you fly here for free???

[n/n]: thanks for the thought, Techno but im prettyyyy sure ur way of convincing isn't in a peaceful way🤪

cawcaw man: PHAHAHAHHAHAHHA

big man child: really sucks uR NOT HERE

wilby: I'm pretty sure [Y/N] is a lucky gal or else they will have to endure your presence Tommy

big man child: WHAT THE FUCK WILBUR

cawcaw man: tTOMMY STOP HITTING WILBUR!!

orphan obliterator: GO GO ! GHOSTBUR IN REAL LIFE LETS GO

wilby: I'm calling my lawyer on you guys

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[Y/N] quietly laughed and placed their phone back in their bag. They better hurry back to the hotel and get ready to surprise the four of them.

A few hours later, they have finally gotten ready for TwitchCon in which will start in like an hour and the excitement is increasing.

[Y/N] have gotten over the plan once again: use the MCU disguise, pull a You Joe Goldberg, snap a picture of the SBI together from afar and watch the four of them freak out. [Y/N] chuckled evilly and looked for a ride to the TwitchCon.

On the way to the TwitchCon, they decided to open up Twitter to see if any other CCs or fans posted a tweet or a picture about TwitchCon already. So far, many people have tagged [Y/N] saying they’re sad that [Y/N] isn’t able to come.

At last, they have set foot to the entryway of TwitchCon, they can feel their anticipation and eagerness increasing. Luckily, it’s a bit crowded so if the four are already there, they will have a hard time accidentally spotting [Y/N].

Right before entering the building, they sent a small message of, “Have fun guys ;)” to the group chat and turned off their phone.

Although being in a crowd will have higher chance of getting not recognized, they still feel somewhat uneasy in such a big crowd. Just the amount of people being in the same room as them makes [Y/N] anxious. But they made sure they’d try to overcome the fear of crowds for now because this prank plan only happens once in a lifetime.

‘Ohno, I didn’t get to ask where they are,’ [Y/N] thought as they observe the crowd. ‘But, that will make me suspicious.’

Now getting lost in the convention, they immediately tried to find a way to know where they are until a group of girls near [Y/N] age slowly passed by, seemingly talking about Tommy, Wilbur, Techno and Phil.

“Ohhh, I can’t wait to see them in real life,” said one girl.

“They’re just in their booths far away right?”

“Yep! Do you guys want to solo picture with each of them or a group picture?” The other girl in a Dream merch asked.

The conversation of the group of girls gradually died down as they are now away from where [Y/N] is just standing from. ‘Jackpot! I’ll just follow them and I hope they can lead me to where those boys are’

[Y/N] hurriedly tried to run after the group of girls because they almost lost track of where they are heading due to the dozens of people walking past and across.

Although they did lost track of the group of girls, they tiredly sighed. But, it was immediately turned into a lopsided grin once they heard a familiar loud-ass person they know.

"Didn't know this place is full of Americans!"

"Tommy, we're literally in America. What do you expect?"

[Y/N] tried to contain themselves from jumping into them out of nowhere because they can feel themselves being giddy and excited.

This is it. The moment they've been waiting and planning for.

[Y/N] took out their phone and immediately snapped a photo of Philza's back head. They are so lucky that the disguise worked and those 4 idiots are really convinced [Y/N] is not there with them.

As soon as they snapped the photo, they sent it to the group chat. Looking away from their phone, they can see Wilbur pulling out their phone and immediately typing on the phone. [Y/N] giggled.

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[n/n]: (sent a photo)

wilby: WHAT?! HOW?

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They looked again at where the SBI is standing. Wilbur hurriedly tapped on Philza's shoulder and showed him the photo.

Philza's jaw dropped and exclaimed, "[Y/N] is here!?" Tommy's and Techno's heads whipped towards Philza and went towards the two of them.

"[Y/N]??? Here? Since when??" Tehcno asked.

"They sent a photo of my head!"

"That's impossible," Tommy said, crossing their arms. "They can't be here. Their parents didn't allow them to come remember? Maybe they asked a fan to take a photo of Phil's back head."

[Y/N] tried to contain their laughter as they just watch the four go chaos. They unlocked their phone again and opened the group chat.

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orphan obliterator: explain

wilby: HOW ARE YOU HERE

cawcaw man: you could've at least took a better shot at me

big man child: YOURE JUST PRANKING US RIHJTT WHO DID U HIRE!

[n/n]: ;)

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While Tommy, Techno, Phil and Wilbur are in shambles and busy texting in the groupchat. [Y/N] saw a perfect opportunity.

Still not removing any of their disguise, they hurriedly yet sneakily walked towards theme. Good thing the boys had their backs turned and they can't see [Y/N] sneaking behind them.

They kept hearing continuous text notifications as it kept buzzing in their hands.

"They just sent a winky face and never replied!"

"I swear to god, they're just probably scaring us—"

"TOMMY!" [Y/N] screamed loudly at the ear of Tommy as managed to tackle the entire group causing the five of them to fall to the ground. The five of them got startled and screamed. Tommy's scream was the loudest.

"AAAAAHHH WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Other people looked at their direction due to how loud they all screamed. [Y/N] laughed and put their hand to their belly, trying to find support due to too much laughter. They just decided to continue laying on the floor because they're still busy laughing.

Wilbur immediately went to stand up and exclaimed, "[Y/N]?! You're really here?!"

"Holy shit." Phil laughed as he help Techno stand up from the ground. Tommy and [Y/N] are still the ones on the floor.

[Y/N] is too busy laughing while Tommy is in bewilderment and shock. "Careful, Tommy you're gonna catch a fly." Techno joked.

"His jaw dropped too hard." Tommy continued to stare at [Y/N] until he attacked and engulfed them in a big hug.

"Tommy you're crushing me."

"I don't care," Tommy replied, hugging [Y/N] even harder. "YOU FUCKER ARE REALLY HERE."

"Come up, child. It's now our turn to hug [Y/N]." Techno said as he tried to separate Tommy from them.

It took a while until Tommy got tired of hugging [Y/N] too hard so the two of them finally got the chance to stand up with the help of Phil, Wilbur and Techno. As soon as [Y/N] stood up, they were immediately greeted with Wilbur's and Philza's hug.

"You guys are really trying to crush and kill me, huh?"

“Move, it’s my turn.” Techno pushed Phil and Wilbur away and crushed poor [Y/N] as well.

“I’m now very convinced all of you are plotting my death.” They said in between of the hugging. Techno let go and everyone’s adrenaline is still rushing. “YOOO!”

After finally getting accustomed to [Y/N] being with them, they all settled down and took a deep breath. "Man, I still can't believe you're really here, you sly motherfucker." Tommy stated.

"Yeah, me too."

Suddenly, Phil slightly nudged [Y/N]'s side and said, "Look you're number 1 trending already on Twitter."

[Y/N] let out a surprised gasp and immediately opened up Twitter. They scrolled down to see some tweets and oh boy, they really were trending that fast.

Pictures of [Y/N] sneaking behind the SBI, another one where [Y/N] tackles them to the ground, more pictures of them that just happened minutes ago.

How are people so fast????

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It was a long day of meeting, greeting, signing and socializing with fans. The five of them might be tired but hey, it was an awesome day. Not only they get to go to TwitchCon and meet fans, but they also get to finally hang out in real life.

They are currently packing up their things from TwitchCon and heading out to eat dinner together. However, Tommy has other plans.

"Can you buy the cotton candy that I saw outside pleaseee??" Tommy pleaded to Techno.

"No."

He then went towards Phil but was already cutted off before Tommy even says anything. "We're going to eat dinner, save the sweets for later."

"But, PHILLLLLL." Tommy groaned.

[Y/N] laughed and sped walked beside Tommy. "Watch and learn bitch boy."

They then went towards Techno first and asked, "Can you buy that cotton candy for me?"

"Sure."

Tommy's jaw dropped. What the fuck ???

"That's so unfair!"

The rest of the night was spent goofing around, eating dinner together, strolling around and bullying Tommy (hj).

This was one of the best days they ever had. Wishing this all won't be over anytime soon.

Time may fly by so fast but you have to cherish and remember all the fun memories you had made.

Afterall, there are many more opportunities in which the five of you will meet up again. Who knows?

#dreamsmp #sbi #mcyt #dsmp x reader #sbi x reader #tommyinnit x reader #wilbur soot x reader #philza x reader #technoblade x reader #dreamsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit #wilbursoot #technoblade #philza minecraft #gender neutral #x reader #platonic

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vigilantesknifekink · 3 years ago

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fellow jake martin whores let’s GOOOOOO (also once again…. forgive the ooc characterization 😅 and tbh the whole fic is a mess)

PART TWO. 4k+ (part one) It’s simple. You’re into him, he’s into you. Fortunately, Jake has come to his senses. Contains flirtation-ship to lovers, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex.

-> but i’m the only one who makes you wanna move. <-

He grins, cheek dimpling. “I’ll be good for you,” he promises, ducking his face beneath your jaw where he sucks a chaste kiss against your hammering pulse. He feels the spike in your heart rate, hears the hitch of your breath and your effort to muffle a sound. Oh, how easy it would be to crave his mouth into your skin. “Really, really good, if you let me.”

“I don’t know if I believe that,” you say after an anxiety-inducing moment, feeling his breathing stop at the implication of rejection. That’s what you get, you think, considering all the grief he’s put you through. It’s all the vindication you need to put him out of his misery. “You’re gonna have to prove it, pretty boy.”

It’s a challenge, and he isn’t the slightest intimidated.

His juniper green eyes brighten, and that irresistible grin brushes over your humming pulse, gentle and sweet. Then that grin widens and you don’t have time to gasp before he seizes that sensitive spot and sucks a loud hickey into your hickey. Abrupt and hungry, sensations ricochet through your nerves and threaten to knock your knees out.

His forearm slings around the small of your back and sweeps you into his embrace, molding you to his toned physique. Grappling his t-shirt, you near-writhe into him as he starts a very, very thorough apology. “‘M sorry, babe,” he whines, pressing another kiss into your skin, chaste this time. “Will you forgive me?”

Before you can form an answer, one hand snakes up the column of your throat. His long fingers edge your jawline, and he maneuvers your neck to his advantage. Here, there, his teeth latch on with strategic suctions between his teeth, slick, talented tongue following up with earnest atonement.

How quickly your resolve crumbles is pathetic. Maybe, was what you meant to tease but instead a moan slips free. “Oh, fuck.”

“Please?” His knee splits your thighs, alleviating the press there, while he takes the opportunity to palm your asscheek and kneads appreciatively. “You know I’m too cute for you to stay mad at.” He’s found the junction of your shoulder, brushes his pout there then rakes his teeth over, and you know, he has a point.

You won’t admit it, yet. He isn’t deterred. Where everything comes naturally to him, he’s going to work for this, and you can see that he’s thrilled to. He smooths over your belly, ruffles your dress and fits his palm between the cradle of your hips. A soft rocking motion that ignites need through your system.

You make this little whine. “You are—you are being good.” Your nod is a little shaky.

He moans, and you don’t know if it’s the feel of you, or the praise itself, maybe a mix of both. “Yeah? I’m being good for you?” Soaked through lace rides into his fingers, encircling sensitivity so lightly it’s cruel. “Say it again.”

Your eyes level with his, tongue swiping over the remaining taste of his lips. “You’re gonna have to make me.”

His grin is excited. “Yes, ma’am.”

Then he’s kissing you again. A multi-tasker because he’s working that magic with his lips and strumming a rhythm on your sorely neglected bud. Confident pressure—not too hard, not too soft—swirls around and around, reactive to your body movements.

The fever you caught when you first saw him has hit its peak, and finally, he’s giving you relief—though you doubt it’ll ever go away completely. And now you’re learning that he caught the same one for you, his need practically bleeding into the kiss, his attentive sleight of hand.

Finally, this whole cat-and-mouse, will-they-won’t-they thing is over.

“You’re good—you’re good,” you’re mewling in between glides of tongue, nodding sloppily, outright grinding into his hands. Your palms cup his cheeks, thumbs outlining the high bone. “Okay? You’re good.”

Jake moans. “All I want.” His forehead rests on yours, teeth cutting into his redden bottom lip in restraint, trying to give you enough time to gather your breath but the temptation is getting stronger. Your lashes flutter into focus, and his green eyes are roving over every inch of your untethered expression, blowing out into a near-black. “You’re amazing. Like I mean, fuck. Do you know that? You have to know that. Right?”

“You’re going to show me?”

His eagerness is intoxicating, nodding sagely before he’s delving beneath your panties. Unsticks the clinging lace and hones in that spot where you need it most. Skin on skin, his fingers are scathing and talented, coated and dripping in evidence of your fervor.

Your hips careen forth while your head tips back. The consequential bare of your neck is an invitation, and he’s got this new drive to give you whatever you want. He wants it, too, immediately on the attack.

All possessive and desperate, his lips, tongue and teeth are greedy to deepen the hickies already tattooed onto your skin. Junction of your shoulder, throat, pulse, you’re tender to the touch, at this point. That sting joins the desire burgeoning in your stomach, igniting like a match to a trail of gasoline.

“Christ, pretty boy, how - how are you doin’ that?” You’re literally quivering in the palm of his hand. You’ve dreamed of, and masturbated to, a scenario like this but holy shit. “Think—think I’d let you do anything to me. You’re so good like—hell—hell, I can’t even think.”

His pretty moan is a vibration against your throat, and there’s a brief stammer in his onslaught at the praise. “Babe, look at me. C’mon. I wanna see you.” The request brings your attention back to him. His breathing stutters at the sight, and he groans. “That’s hot. So fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot. Are you gonna—?” You didn’t think the dexterous circles could get faster, but the fire blazes hotter. “Yeah, yeah you are. C’mon. Please?” He finds the raw patch on your pulse and sinks his teeth in until you jerk and whine. “Pretty please? Been dreaming about it since the moment I saw you.”

You mean to nod but you’re shaking, and it’s barely discernible. You’re doing one better: “Whatever you want, pretty boy—Jake—whatever you—” Another moan of his name bounces off the bathroom walls as the flames consume you. In tandem, his middle finger parts your slit and wedges knuckle-deep as you clamp down.

Something between a moan and whimper strains at the base of his throat, and you’ve never seen his eyes so dark. “O - oh, okay, I get it.” His voice is hoarse, and your silk walls haven’t stopped contracting around him. He swallows then nods with conviction. “You’re gonna wreck me.”

That practically unhinges you. Springing forward, you reign him in for another wild collision of lips and tongue. As messy as it is, you can’t help but think how much you fucking love kissing him. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip as he groans. Your breathing fall in-line, both ragged and uneven.

Your hips subconsciously buck, and his finger reluctantly retreats. You catch his hand and keep your eyes on his while your tongue wraps around and cleans the taste off. “God, that’s so fucking hot,” he grates, plunging forward, and he sucks the taste right off your tongue. You moan, and so does he.

One of your hands skate down his abdomen, over the taut muscles beneath his shirt to the impressive bulge nudging your thigh. Butterflies dance in your belly, and you feel like you’re about to unwrap a gift.

Your palm splays over his erection, already twitching through the abrasive fabric, but he jerks like he’s been burned and nearly bruises your wrist with the strength he stops you with. Sensitive boy, you sing-song in your head.

“I need you. Just you. Only you, babe.”

You practically melt. “Then have me, pretty boy.”

In a tangle of limbs, the two of you clamor to the bathroom counter. There’s laughter when he nearly trips, and you promise you’ll patch his wounds. He thanks you with a kiss and hoists you onto sturdy porcelain. (It really is a nice bathroom).

Like a gentleman, he tugs your panties down your legs and pockets—re: steals—them. Then, mischief sparkling in dark green, he’s trailing his lips along your ankle, up your calf and your inner thigh. Unbearable concupiscence flares again, and you yank him up by his shirt.

“Later,” you murmur, and his eyes narrow. Another giggle bubbles up your throat. “And I actually mean later this time. Where we can do lots of things, but right now…”

You don’t need to finish your sentence for him to understand, head bobbing in sync.

He rears back to feel around his pockets: the front and the back. “Shit—shit.” All he finds is a receipt, his wallet and phone. No square package of protection needed—well, not needed but preferred—to proceed forward. Hopeful green pierce your eyes. “I don’t have a condom. Do you?” You shake your head. “I could pull out. Or… or we can w - wait—?” His voice cracks at the latter option, pained need written across his pretty face.

You gnaw at your bottom lip. “You know, there is a third option…” Your head inclines with implication.

He cocks his head. Even now, with desire a jungle-drum thrumming between your legs, his confusion is adorable. “Third option?” he parrots, his brows pulling down. You provide him a moment for the gears to turn and click in place. “Oh!” His eyes widen. “Wait, are you being serious right now?”

If there’s anyone you trust, it’s him. You nod without a hint of hesitation. “Yeah, uhm. If you want, that is.” You motion to your upper arm. “I have an implant in my arm, and I haven’t been with anyone since…” You, is the pathetic answer. “…I got hired.”

“Shit, uh.” He hesitates, and it’s understandable. You aren’t offended. “Like, one of the basic rules of being talented, famous, good-looking is to keep it wrapped. ‘Cause people would love to have a kid with my perfect genetics.”

You reassure him with a smile. “Jake, it’s whatever you want. If you want to pull out, or wait, or anything. All I want is you. In whatever way you want.”

Your earnestness for him elicits a groan, and he swallows. “It would be safer to pull out, or wait or—” Instinctively, his gaze settles on your hiked dress and your legs spread. “Oh, hell,” he rasps, carnality reflecting in specks of black, and conflict eviscerated. “On the other hand, rules are made to be broken. Plus, if we had a kid, they’d, like, rule the world.”

That latter part is said so casually, offhanded and matter of fact—you’ll address that some time in the future.

He returns home to your center. One hand unclinks his belt and the other tugs his zipper down. When he goes for his boxers, you capture his wrist. “Can I?”

He drops his hands, and yours are trembling but you unwrap your prize. Wow. The nickname pretty boy fits perfectly. Bigger than average and thicker too, thrill surge through your veins. Glistening from top to bottom, a trail continues into his boxers. There’s a pronounced vein that you know you’d feel pulsate inside you.

He groans. “Keep looking at my dick like that, and I’ll blow all over your cute little face.” His knuckles clutch the counter edge white. Your eyes flash with lustful interest at the proposition, and he groans again.

“Pretty boy—”

“Shut up,” he interrupts, and you’re grinning. “Gimme a sec, babe. You are killing my control. Just a sec, and I’ll give you everything.”

Although your ache is painful at this point, you acquiesce but your leer remains. He presses forward and takes claim on your decolletage now. It’s innate to toss your head back and beckon his caress. He’s so appreciative of it, too. The straps of your chest drop asymmetrically, and it’s enough to bare your tits free in the cool.

“Been thinkin’ about these since forever,” he murmurs, “always sitting so pretty and neglected. Wondered how you’d react if I just…”

The wet warmth of his mouth covers a pebbled peak and tastes you with a vibrating moan. You gasp as he sucks and his tongue swipes bouncing licks, and his hand palms its twin, squeezing and pinching the nipple between his fore and middle finger.

Head tipped, your spine curves and thrusts your chest into him like a plea. The wet smack of his frenzy echoes in the bathroom as he makes sure to taste the other. You can’t help but grapple his hair, fingers carding through medium brown hair, smoothing up and clenching with encouragement.

“Jake,” you whimper. It’s teasing now, and you need more. The building tension over the past few months, the procession of the night, that hollow valley inside you is sobbing for fulfillment. “Get inside me, please. You - you said you’ll be good for me. So why don’t you?”

There’s an audible pop when he breaks from your well-loved chest, his lips and your tits slick with his split. His hands curl underneath your knees and widens them, sliding your ass to the edge of the counter in the process.

There’s a mutual hiss when your sexes converge. Your arousal mixes with the precum sluiced down his length. He radiates hot, and you’re already burning up. There’s that thick, long vein and it’s already pulsing. Your mind runs giddy at the thought of him throbbing cum deep inside you.

“You want me,” he breathes, six-foot and towering over you. “Yeah? Not any of those… others. It’s me, right?”

What a moment. The all handsome, rich and talented race car driver needing his ego confirmed, deep greened vulnerable. “Oh, baby.” Your hand cups his cheek. “You’re my only pretty boy. You should know that by now.”

He grins and envelopes you in another kiss. “Can I just say how hot it is that you haven’t been with anyone since you started workin’ with me?” You go to save face but he looks so happy. “Haven’t been with anyone else, too.” His elbows hook underneath your knees now, drawing you in so tight you gasp. “You wanna do the honors, then?”

You can’t hold your excitement. One arm loops around his neck while your other hand grasps him and nestles his weeping head at your entrance. Your hips rock forward and forward until the slow stretch fully burrows its way into your tight channel. You’re mesmerized by the sight, and he’s watching your face. Finally, you’re locked together, and you’re stuffed full.

“Coulda warned a girl,” you breathe. “You’re fucking huge.”

His cock twitches inside you. “What did you—what’d you expect? Not just my face that’s perfect,” he teases but it’s strained. “Hey, now I’m into you and in you.” You laugh, and he gasp-moans-whines. “You’re really trying to strangle the cum out of my dick, aren’t you?”

Well, yes.

“You aren’t playing fair, babe.” His nose rubs over yours, and there’s a twinkle in his eyes. Your lips come together in an uncoordinated smile of a kiss. “But this? This is the one area where I make sure I’m not quick.”

His biceps flex and brutal strength hauls you forward. A squeal tears through your throat as stout length slides in and sheaths into the hilt. The angle bottoms out deeper than you thought was possible and compacts your sensitive bud against his pubic bone so every thrust will grind stimulation.

He laughs and brushes his lips over your temple. “You’re gonna wanna hold on, cutie.”

That’s an understatement, you soon found out. Your arms snare around his neck, one hand slipping underneath his shirt so you can feel his back muscles ripple as he moves. And oh, God, he moves. You don’t know what you expected but…

Arms like his, his strength is undeniable but goddamn. At this moment, it’s truly a marvel. He quite literally bounces you up and down his dick. There’s nothing to hold onto except him as he prowls forth and forth, vindicating what movement has you reacting the most.

His bulbous head drives in and prises through your walls, ebbs into a pressure swelling in your stomach. The way he rearranges your guts, he hits that spot every single time like a balloon to pop. The point of your heels dig into the dimples of his back, calf muscles straining. You’re clutching him so tight, externally and internally.

He’s mouthing sinful litanies into your skin, heedy moans of thanks and praise. You can have me—my dick—whenever you want. Don’t even need to ask. Already belongs to you. Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it. You’re so soft. Have you always been this soft? Like silk. Shit, you’re like a vice. Keep whimpering like that, please. Swear I could blow just from hearing you. Don’t let anyone else have you like this, please. All I wanna do is make you feel good. Do I feel good, babe?

“Fuck, fuck. Jake — pretty boy, you feel so fucking good.” You don’t even know the noises you’re making. Moaning, whimpering, squeaking, whining, begging? “That spot, that spot — how’d you — I didn’t even know it existed. Never had it like this. God, you’re so good, so good—”

He shudders and moans, mouthing more sin into your skin. Could stay inside you forever. Call me dumb but I’ll learn every part of you. Are you doing that thing with your pussy on purpose? You’re making me fucking crazy. The sounds you’re makin’, I’m doing the same to you, aren’t I, babe? Feel you squeezing. Cum on my cock, please. Tryna hold back? Waiting for me? Think you’ve done that long enough so c’mon—

He does this thing where he rolls his hips up into you, grinds himself against your clit again and again. The friction strikes like lightning and branches from your system, an upsurge of sensation, spins and accelerates toward an earthquaking reckoning.

You are trying to hold back. You came once already. It’s only fair that he’s next. You want to feel him explode inside you for that hurtle to the finish line but he’s not having it. He’s ramping it up. Gathering the breath now, your name is an inciting moan in your ear. Shifting his thrusts in ruts over your sensitivity, you won’t last.

“Take the lead,” he’s telling you breathlessly like you have a choice, “take the lead. You know you deserve it. Wanna feel you, too.” Your forehead is on his, and he isn’t having the struggle in your eyes. “S - said you wanted to strangle the cum outta my dick so quit bluffing and do it, pretty girl.”

Oh, hell. The storm thunders, the inferno roars back to life, and waves crash and pull you under. Everything seizes up, arms clutching, heels digging in and the stuffed walls of your channel try to close like a seal.

You had the headstart but you’re enough to trigger his own explosion. With an unexpected, “Fuck!” and, “babe!” then a guttural moan of your name, he erupts like a volcano and pulses hot streams of cum inside you. Brands your depths with sticky remnants of him, stimulation buzzing over your nerves.

You groan, sweaty forehead falling to his shoulder. “God,” you gasp in the aftermath of a fucking like that, and he still twitches inside you. Who knew pretty boy had it like that? Well, you hoped but it has nothing on reality.

“No need to be formal now,” he wheezes out, biceps flexing as he settles you on the sink counter. “You can call me Jake.” Your hamstrings are humming, and you’ll need a ton of painkillers by the morning. His hands splay on your thighs, and he pauses before easing out. “So… before we get to later, wanna go again?”

You look up at him because he can’t possibly be—oh, he’s serious. “I’m going to kill you,” you swear but your laughter echoes in the bathroom.

He flashes that cute, dimpled grin. “Payback ‘cause I totally murdered your pussy, babe.”

Jake takes pictures of you now.

You’ve never liked being in front of the camera, and that’s why you picked a career that ensured you wouldn’t be. From your professional and personal point-of-view, your appearance didn’t translate well on film. But he’s impressive for an amatuer, and you can’t resist his charm.

But, babe, I need a new lockscreen, he’ll whine even though he’s just changed it days before.

You look really fucking good tonight, he’ll coax after you get ready for some event.

What if I forget how you look? he’ll pout when there’s any span of time spent apart.

As excessive as it is, he always looks so pleased, and your aversion to your reflection takes a backseat where he’s concerned. Ever the diva—an idiot in love, Beth’s commented—sometimes, he refuses to complete a photoshoot unless there’s a few shots of you taken first. It should be annoying—well, it is to everyone else—but he’s infuriatingly cute.

Rumors already circulated through the compound, and fans liked to speculate. (Despite your camera aversion, he had a selfie with the two of you posted way back, and you happened to be the only woman featured on his page.) All of those assumptions were confirmed because of a clip he posted to his social media.

The two of you sat on his bed, you wearing nothing but his jacket and him shirtless, chest vivid in hickies and a single necklace with your initial dangling. With a stupidly endearing grin, he pointed at you, gave a thumbs up and said, approvingly, “Girlfriend!” The caption read: when you upgrade from being into her to being in her #taken.

You’re pretty sure you guys are going to make a sex tape. (Of course, you will be the one storing it because God knows he would accidentally post it.)

#jake martin smut #the crew netflix #jake martin #Netflix jake martin #jake martin x reader #to be honest this REALLY got away from me like i was everywhere trying to write this and then it was 4k words and i was like WELL?#once again... ooc... weirdly intense and unnecessarily long #my fellow jake martin stans and/or whores i feel like i perhaps failed you #😔😔😔😔#will be better next time… actually idk if i will 😭#my writing

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ransprang · 3 years ago

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Hey hey, good day/night. I saw that you have two slots open for the Valentine's Event, if not please ignore this. Can I request maybe a SFW Feitan Porter from HunterxHunter? My pronouns are she/her and 3 of my personality traits are um.. I like to read (mostly any genres and tropes) I like to bake sweet things often and I really like to go out and do adventurous activities! I'm 5'1 (154 cm) and I have black curly hair and I'm quite slender and I have bracers. If this is any help i'm an ENTP Virgo, sorry if it doesn't😅 My favourite trope is either fake relationships and they eventually fall in love or they were soulmates. My ideal date are late night activities like an amusement park or something thrilling like zip lining or something as simple as a bookstore date. My love languages are Physical touch and Giving Gifts

Valentine's Amusement Park date with Feitan

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soulmate au: Taste the things your soulmate is eating/drinking.

- It was Valentine’s day and the Phantom troupe decided this was the perfect day to go to an amusement park! Feitan gets dragged along with the rest of the group.

- When he arrives he is mildly irritated by the throngs of people. But the troupe seems excited and they queue up for a rollercoaster. They take turns assassinating people to reduce the length of the queue

- When they finally reach the ride, the conductor makes Feitan stand next to a smiling cardboard cut out and declares that he is too short to ride the rollercoaster. Feitan unsheathes his sword but Chrollo is quick to intervene and tell him to go wait by the fountain.

- Grumbling, Feitan agrees. That’s where you see him. A 5 feet tall wonder, leaning by the fountain, dressed in all black. You part from your group of friends to go over and talk to him. “Hey kid, where are your parents?” you ask him. It really wasn’t safe for such a small child to be hanging out all by himself.

- Feitan looks at you with such rage that his eyes begin to water a little. You mistake them for tears. “Aw you poor thing. You must be so scared. Here, do you want a snackie?” you ask pulling out a small container made of cookies you baked yourself

- “No,” he grits out. Feitan’s grip on his sword tightens but before he can dismember you, you pop the cookie in your mouth. “Suit yourself, then.” you reply. As soon as your tongue hits the cookie, Feitan’s mouth bursts with indescribable sweetness. He looks at you with awe in his eyes. “You- You’re my soulmate.”

- You giggle and pat the little delusional kid’s head. “Aw, what a cute kid.” Feitan frowns and grabs a cookie shoving it into his own mouth to prove his point. When you taste the same flavor again your eyes widen in realization.

- You look down at the small man before you, “Please tell me you’re not a kid.” Feitan smirks, “I’m 28. Probably older than you.” Your face colors in embarrassment but Feitan is happy to put the past behind. You both go on a lovely amusement park date while avoiding any rides with height restrictions :)

your porters,

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adrianasunderworld · 2 years ago

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What are your thoughts on a scenario where Silver tries to cure his sleepiness with magic but it backfires and now he physically can’t fall asleep? How many days of uninterrupted consciousness do you think it would take for him to start going crazy? Normally it would be around 5, but he’s been narcoleptic his whole life so I’m guessing it would probably be sooner than that(?)

Sorry if you don’t wanna answer this, I’m writing a fic based off this prompt and I could use some ideas 😅

Idk I feel like he's going to at first ride the high of not feeling sleepy for once in his life. Maybe because this is magic, the effects don't hit him as fast. Like it takes a while for him to truly grasp what not sleeping means. At first he's unusually energetic. Training, studying, playing games with Lilia. Even when its 3am and the dorm is asleep, he's too caught up on the novelty of it all to really care.

But after a few days the thrill wears off and it sinks that he hasn't slept in days. He's been running around nonstop. He certainly feels tired, he knows he has to rest, but he isn't drowsy. He can try and lay down and close his eyes, but it's nothing more than an imitation of sleep, he doesn't feel as rested as he should be.

That's when he starts to loose it. Maybe he can't focus because he's tired but he can't sleep. Maybe it's making him see things. I imagine as a story this all gets resolved and Silver goes back to normal. But for that week or two he was not having a good time.

#twisted wonderland #twst silver

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mo2k · 3 years ago

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since you do these cute things..what about moots as cute winter holiday related things/situations. ships with this would be so cute

hi nonnie! ahhh tysm luv, although please forgive me if i did anything wrong or misunderstood anything! i have not much of ideas nor did i know some farther info than giving & receiving gifts, christmas tree, santa — in other words, only the basic things cuz uh i live in thailand + i’m a buddhist bahahaha 😅🙏

@kotcp x sanzu (sorry ran —) : buddy game, a simple game, in which your buddy would try to take care of you and bring you at least one present on christmas day. sanzu wasn’t really interested in this game… but he’s more interest in you ♡ perhaps that’s the reason why he joined in the first place, whatsoever, on the christmas day (let’s say he’s been taking extra care of you for the past few days, but you didn’t say anything. and today 25th dec is the final day). when you’re about slung the bag off your shoulders, a gift was presented on your desk. you tilted your head and look around for a bit in case the sender was still around and that he or she might misunderstood smth. but to no avail, you turn your head back and, out of sheer curiosity, you decided to took a peek of what’s inside. surprisingly, the box was filled with lots of cute stationery stuff. you immediately recall that these was the ones you once fleetingly muse that they’re so cute and you want them. eh that time… wasn’t that when you went out with sanzu? the first assumption popped in your mind before another and another soon follow, although, your attention was caught by the little note that fell from the box. it says ‘i heard you want ‘em… don’t you dare say you can’t keep them and return them to me. i’m your buddy and that’s my duty, they’re yours now. merry christmas ja :)’ ‘p.s. i’ll come pick you up after school ‘kay? let’s go out on a lil date, i don’t take ‘no’ as an answer <3’ — sanzu. 55555 มีแฟนแบบนี้ก็เหนื่อยหน่อยนะคะ merry christmas นะคะเจ้ <33 (i’m sorry my hands just slipped — - < -)

@quirrrky x kuroo : ice skating. kuroo, in my opinion, is an excellent ice skater. i can practically imagine him tease you a lot bc thinks you sucks at it (ofc just to annoy you - < -), nonetheless he takes your hands in his and took the lead. telling you to relax, all the while still encouraging sneering 🙄 you that ‘c’mon babe, you can do it i’m sure. or perhaps you really can’t? hm what do you say?’ (am i allowed to give him a kick please? 🙂) anw — and oh don’t you have to worry if you accidentally fell or slipped — cause there’s always a strong pair of arms that’ll catch you <3

@pyobeul x itadori : sleigh riding. this combination… 👀 you both give me a feeling that you’re super energetic. speaking of that, this activity came to my mind. idk what it’s really like though (thailand doesn’t have snow —) but it seems like fun and really does suit you two! either you or him suggest this idea, in the end, there’s only you two cried from the top of lungs out of thrilled and excitement.

@trimisu x osamu : welp it’s christmas! what’s better than cooking / baking some homey delicious food? alright there — anyone wants some cookies? oh be prepared trish, there’ll be lots lots of food that i swear you’ll be even more than stuffed 💖

@bubble-bootie x shoto : he takes you to the amusement park. this man silently hope that you would enjoy it. from the glowing bright light, the blasting roller coaster, cute carousel, the soft snow that starting to drizzled down, to your intertwined hands. i bet that the sweetness of the candy floss in your other hand couldn’t compare to your boyfriend ❤︎

@solaxena x bakugou : self-care bby <3 bakugou hates winter, since it really has lots of impact to his quirk. but. he does enjoy some small part of it. like doing some self-care with you, can be either lying down wearing face masks or applying some lotion or anything else. he’d be a bit more clingy than usual too so expect to be wrapped in his arms. he needs love, and he needs you. even though he won’t accept it… (don’t believe him bby —)

@bakubub x eren : heh idk why but from pure intuition eren’s curled up in a ball within your cozy house, sick of being so pathetic due to the cold. you call him out to play with the snow outside. at first his answer’s a big no but not before the ‘aw is my tough boyfriend perhaps afraid of the cold’ slipped from your mouth. you’re only mocking, yet eren already swore he’s not gonna loose this fight (this’s also a fight? srsly? titan man ya gotta get a grip — oops sorry i’ll leave him to you <3)

@sillykawa x oikawa : snuggle up on the couch together, your favourite comfort show / your choice of christmas was playing on the television. the air was freezing cold, but somehow you still feel the warmth spread across you… perhaps by the presence of your lover :)

@moon-mars-ikemen x baji : drinking hot cocoa together <3 whaaa you and him together are absolutely the cutest! imagine sitting under a christmas tree with him while maybe even having a small feast, s’mores are a must!! who knows that clanking the hot cocoa mugs together could somehow be another nice way to welcome a happy new year ♡︎

@justanawolf x manjiro (mikey) : snowball fight, with mikey, i believe that there’s only fun. he was simply planned to throw just one and laugh at your face — but he clearly wasn’t expecting the large pile of snow to hit his face back ^^

@devildreamers x bokuto : sing christmas songs together! this man loves to sing, and would be even more glad for you to join! sing darling, he loves your voice. the night will surely be filled with joy and happiness, just be careful, cuz your throat might hurt afterward 🤡 (i’ll go make honey tea for both of you —)

@arquitecturadelanada x midoriya : making a snowman. hmph what can i say? you both are just so soft ‘n cute, and making a snow man together? ack — *dies* it’s too adorable!! you look out the window absent-mindedly, something about the snow seems so captivating to you. if it wasn’t for the voice that breaks you out, “um… elle?”. you turn your head after the caller, blinking a bit surprised, “y-yes izuku”. his eyes fall to the ground while fiddling his fingers, a gesture that tells he’s nervous. “do you perhaps… want to make a snowman outside?” you paused for a moment, before the smile of realization hit you. you nodded, heart blooming.

@1-800-asuka x akaza : game night. “aughhhh” akaza groaned frustratedly. this is probably the 5th or 6th round already after the game started. and yes, i know what you’re thinking, akaza loose more than half. it’s not really often to see your tough & strong boyfriend loose this much, well at least not with you. however, you can totally notice that although he keep on loosing, he got better and batter as the game continued. but alas — he still failed once again. you only laughed wholeheartedly, amused by your boyfriend who’s starting to throw tantrum. that kinda make him a little more touchy… and then, akaza suddenly pulled you in, making you gasp. roam his hand around your waist. you immediately know what’s gonna happened. despite your debating, a ticklish feeling comes rushing in your senses. ‘there he goes again’ you thought while laughing him uncontrollably, begging him to stop. “are you gonna apologize now?” he asked with a riase eyebrow. “yes — yes yes — please just stop” you panted to caught your breath. akaza smiled and give you a small peck on the nose, which you giggling in return. what a wonderful night, isn’t it?

@kitacharm x kita : decorating a christmas tree. kita really gives me a big vibes of mastered in decorating — *cough cough he’s literally an expert even if it’s his first time* so, he’d most likely invite you to try decorating, too! you can do / design everything as you wish, since it’s your own christmas tree. it’s totally unique, but stunning. oh and kita would also love to bring you some tea or hot cocoa, with also some some snacks while you’re at it! hmm fantastic <3

@lonefloric x izana : kissing under a mistletoe. now don’t get me wrong. i deem izana as a very gentle & sweet person when he’s with you. he wants to show you how much he loves you, although he knows well that no no matter how much he said or show it, it’s still not enough <3 so this time, once again, was a typical way of him saying the silent ‘i love you’ as he cupped your cheek in his warm hand and placed his lips on yours ♡︎

@beautifulblhell x ran : a surprise. you have no idea what’s going on. ran’s hands were covered over your eyes, resulting in darkness shielding your vision. “where are you taking me?” you giggled, and he only shrugged, “just wait ‘till we reach there”. your eyebrows slightly knit underneath the veil-ish. dw tho, ha lemme tell you, once you’ve open your eyes, you were surprised with the dress you’ve once mused you’d love to wear, but it’s already here. and it’s yours. “merry christmas my love” a soft kiss was planted on your cheek.

#from : anon #i’m sorry this took way too long…#yes i really planned saving this up for today. - < -#a gift to all my moots!#merry christmas darlings! <3 #i hope you’d like ‘em #but if not #it’s totally fine #and i’m sorry to bother you #🙏😖#♡︎ bambam answer

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letting you go

• pairing: lee sangyeon (the boyz) x reader

• word count: 1.7k words

• genre: angst

• rating: PG

• warnings: insecurities, self-doubt, its sad yall

•notes: eek. my first full sangyeon fic is sad, sorry😅

• synopsis: with the boyz popularity on the rise, you start to wonder if your relationship is holding sangyeon back. so you decide to make a difficult decision.

As you watched the music video, you couldn’t help but smile. Sangyeon looked so handsome. The group as a whole looked fantastic. The Boyz had done it again by proving they could conquer any concept. You, however, were in your thoughts.

You have been with Sangyeon for almost two years now. The relationship was magical, and it was everything you could ever want. Lately, you have been second guessing your relationship with Sangyeon. It wasn’t anything he did. In fact, it was the opposite. Sangyeon did everything in his power to make you happy. He would miss a practice to take care of you, skip a fan event if you were feeling down, and cut down on group time to make you smile. The situation you were in seemed dire, though.

Ever since Road to Kingdom, Sangyeon and The Boyz have been on the rise. They were taking the world by storm. People were starting to pay attention to this talented group of guys. They were happy that they were finally getting the attention they deserved, but you just felt guilty. You felt as though you were stealing their leader from them.

You were to be having dinner with Sangyeon tonight after an exciting week for the group. They had just gotten their first win for their new song Thrill Ride, and Sangyeon wanted to celebrate. More importantly, he wanted to celebrate with his number one supporter.

“Babe, I’m here.” Sangyeon yelled.

You were in your bathroom, the door shut and locked, when you heard him. You looked over the look you had put together for dinner as you took in a breath, preparing yourself.

“Baby, where are you?” Sangyeon said, this time more quietly as he had entered your bedroom.

Opening the bathroom door, those brown eyes you had grown to love staring into your soul as a small smile sat on his handsome face.

“There you are. What were you doing? Hiding from me?” Sangyeon asked with a sweet smirk.

You could only give him a half smile as he walked over to you. He had a bouquet of beautiful colored roses in his hand as he handed them to you before wrapping his arms around you. He pulled you into him, pecking your forehead before giving you a proper hug.

The quiet, shaky sigh slipped through your lips as you hugged him back, being careful of the bouquet in your hands. Sangyeon pulled away as he kept a grip on your hands.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You seem quiet.” He paused slightly as he spoke.

You nodded immediately. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just thinking about dinner. Hopefully I didn’t mess it up.”

Sangyeon could only give you one of his beautiful smiles as he pecked the corner of your mouth. “Doubt it. You are a fabulous cook.”

He untangled himself from you as he turned to head back downstairs. You followed behind him slowly as you watched him pull off the jacket he was wearing. His short hair bounced slightly with his movements as you heard him take a moment to stretch himself out. From the sounds that came from his body, you could tell he was entirely stressed out and stiff.

“You should probably see a professional about that.” You spoke softly.

You heard your boyfriend chuckle. “If only I had the time.”

You could only swallow as he turned to look at you. His smile still sat on his face as he headed for the kitchen. The smell of food wafted through the air as Sangyeon hummed.

“Babe, it smells incredible. What did you cook?” Sangyeon asked as he looked in the fridge for a drink.

You furrowed your brows. “Just some kimchi-jjigae.”

Sangyeon nodded his head as he grabbed a bowl. You watched him fill the bowl to the brim with stew as he headed for the table, eating utensils in hands.

He sat down with the bowl, digging in immediately as you sat down across from him.

“Congratulations on the win, again.” You told him softly.

Sangyeon looked up from his bowl of food as he felt a blush dress his cheeks. He was never used to hearing people say such kind things about him or the group. No matter how long he had been an idol or the leader of the group. Even hearing how good he was as a leader from the members made him shy sometimes. You loved that about him. His insane humility was something you admired so much about him. In fact, it was something you loved, and it would end up being something you would miss.

“I’m more proud of the guys than anything. They work so hard day in and day out. They put their all into everything we do. No excuses, no giving up, none of that. They always try their best. I’m blessed with incredible members. I’m blessed to be their leader. I’m blessed to have them in my life, just like I am with you.” Sangyeon finished off, making you give him a smile.

“That’s beautiful, Sangyeon. They are lucky to have you as well. You’re an incredible, natural-born leader. Anyone would agree with me.” You reason with him.

Sangyeon puts down his utensils as he looks up at you.

“Do you mean that? That I’m a natural-born leader? Because sometimes I wonder if I can be what The Boyz needs to succeed. We’re getting more attention, and I get nervous,” As Sangyeon continued to talk, you could feel your throat tightening.

What he needed was consoling and reassurance, but you weren’t about to give it to him. Instead, you were going to give him something else. A broken heart.

“Sangyeon, we need to break up.” You interrupt him.

You see him freeze as he stops talking. Quickly looking at you, he starts to nervously laugh.

“That’s a sick joke.” Sangyeon said as he picked up his napkin, dabbing at his mouth.

You stayed quiet, too afraid to speak as Sangyeon looked at you.

“You are joking, right?” He asked.

With a shake of the head, Sangyeon’s dark eyes widened. “W-what? Why?”

You gave him a sad smile. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Since Road to Kingdom actually.”

Sangyeon looked down at his half-eaten bowl of food as he sniffled slightly. “Did I do something wrong? Why have you been unhappy that long? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Immediately shaking your head, you rushed towards him, knocking down the chair you were previously occupying in the process. “You never made me unhappy, Sangyeon. You made me the happiest I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

You watch a tear slip from the threshold of his eyes as it rolled down his porcelain skin. A few tears of your own fell down your face as you spoke.

“Sangyeon, I’m holding you back from your group. I can’t keep letting you push them to the side for me.” You spoke softly.

Sangyeon spoke up. “Who told you that? I’ve never thought you were holding me back. Why would you even think that?”

“Because it’s true, dammit!” You yelled, pushing yourself away from him. “It’s true. You have taken so much time off for me when you should’ve been with the boys. Your boys.”

“They understand. They aren’t mad about it.” He told you.

“Not yet. Sooner or later they will be, though.” You retorted.

Sangyeon started to get frustrated. “So, that’s it? You are just going to leave me because of fear? Because you think my members are getting upset?”

You closed your eyes as he spoke. His words hurt, but you knew they were true and that you deserved them. Especially because of the pain you were causing him at this very moment.

“No.” You heard Sangyeon say quietly before he slammed his hands on the table. “No! You aren’t leaving me! I won’t let you. I love you too much. Don’t do this.”

He took a step forward as you took one back. The hurt that flashed through his eyes practically shattered your heart both physically and mentally. He looked so broken at that moment.

“But, I, I love you.” He whispered, tears now present on his beautiful face.

“I’m so so sorry Sangyeon. I truly am, but I can’t keep getting in the way of you and the group. I’m holding you back from something truly remarkable. I know it.” You told him quietly as you headed for the door.

Opening it, Sangyeon looked at you before nodding. He slowly stalked to the door before stopping in the doorway.

“Baby,” He said as softly as ever as he cupped your cheek. “I’ll always love you. Even if you’re letting me go.”

He pecked your forehead as he walked out the door, closing it gently behind him as you fell to the floor.

~ Two years later ~

As the award show played on tv, you held onto the pillow that sat in your lap. Gnawing on your lip, you watch the nominees for Song of The Year flash across your screen. When The Boyz music video started to play your heart fluttered.

There he was. Your boy. Or your ex-boy. You hadn’t so much as spoken a word to Sangyeon since that day. Since then, The Boyz star had risen so much higher. So much so, that they were nominated for song of the year.

You watched the camera pan to the group, seeing it rush over all their faces as the announcer spoke.

“And song of the year goes to,” He paused to open the envelope. “The Boyz.”

The crowd cheered as all the guys jumped up to hug each other. You couldn’t help but cry tears of joy as the crowd roared. They looked so happy as they surrounded their leader who couldn’t contain his emotions. As they made their way towards the stage, they accepted their award and stood in front of the microphone to make their speech.

As you looked over Sangyeon’s face and saw the smile that he was wearing, you knew that no matter how much you hurt him that you had made the right decision.

However, what you didn’t know was that Sangyeon was absolutely crushed inside that he would never be able to share this incredible moment with the person he loves the most. You.

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