#started when I was 11 and continued with the same intensity until I was 21

[badbatchsprincess]

Heated ~ pt.23

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Angst, violence no gore

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The fresh water was warm and comforting.

Cleaning off five days of intense mating was already a laborious process, but now you had to avoid the hot water from aggravating your fresh bite wound.

You hadn’t smeared bacta on it yet, as you had requested to shower first despite Crosshair’s objections.

You hissed as the water began to wash away the dried blood patches gathered in your collarbones. You gently used a washcloth to massage away the grime, feeling satisfied when the water was no longer running red.

You continued washing the rest of your body until you were certain you were squeaky clean.

With your hair wrapped in a fluffy towel and a second towel around your middle, you scampered over to the big counter and mirror to grab the tube of bacta gel. Taking a small amount on your finger, you smeared it into the wound, feeling it start to tingle instantly as the skin knit back together.

Sensing a presence behind you, you looked up into the mirror to see Crosshair standing there, watching you tend to your wound. You smiled at him through the mirror, but he didn’t return the look. Instead, he seemed to be suppressing his true feelings, but you could sense the mortification through the bond. You felt your mood drop instantly.

He might not be saying it out loud, but you were beginning to think he didn’t want you… the sensation cut deep in your belly with anxiety.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he turned on his heel, leaving you alone to dress.

“Cross…” You sighed, tossing the towels aside to find a pair of clothes. Riffling through the pile of white sweaters and loose pants, you grabbed something and pulled on the underwear before yanking the sweater over your head. By the time you left the bathroom, your mate was nowhere to be seen.

You growled, wringing out your wet hair before heading for the door.

When you stepped out into the hall, you looked around for any sign of his direction.

Luckily, your neighbors seemed to understand your look of confusion and all jutted their chins in the direction he had taken off. With a silent nod of thanks, you took off down the hallway, charging after your elusive mate.

Grim gave you a tiny nod from his post at the base entrance, along with Bolts, who seemed a little shell-shocked himself. It was then that you looked around and realized a disturbing truth.

The entire base had been bombed.

All around you, alphas and omegas brandished fresh mating marks. With a sideways glance, you realized Bolts had been involved in this drug-induced sex craze as well. You trotted over to him and pointed to his neck. “You okay there, trooper?”

He looked up with an almost fawn-like gaze. “I don’t even understand what just happened.”

“Same thing that happened on Kashyyyk,” Grim replied. “Synthetic Rut Aid.”

“The whole base was drugged?” You asked the sniper. He nodded in confirmation. “Hit four days after seeing you. It was madness around here for a while. Too many fights. Medbay is full of injured.”

You cringed. “I thought it was just us.”

“Ahh,” Grim nodded. “That’s why Crosshair was in a mood.”

You huffed. “Yeah.”

“You okay?” he asked.

“Ask me again after I talk to my mate.” It felt weird saying the last part.

“Well, it isn’t anyone’s fault.” Stunner walked up and inserted himself into the conversation, icing a black eye. “That stuff makes alphas lose their minds.”

“Seems like the admiral wanted pups as soon as possible,” Grim grumbled.

Anxiety suddenly swirled in your chest. You put a hand on the smooth wall, trying to calm your breathing.

The idea of pups—oh my gods. You silently prayed that Cross hadn’t gotten you pregnant now that your suppressors had been dissolved.

You hoped the Force would have mercy and not give you a pup in this awful place.

“Hey, you okay?” Grim asked, watching you try to calm down.

You shook your head. “I-I just need to find Cross.”

“He went to the range,” Stunner said, nodding in that direction.

You swallowed thickly. “Thank you.”

Without another word, you took off towards the training facility. You approached the training facility, taking a turn down the stairs before crossing the mats.

Crosshair’s new civilian stormtrooper garrison was in the middle of their combat training but stopped upon seeing your white-clad figure appear in the doorway. The first one you noticed was Wren. She immediately stood up, facing you directly. Her black hair was pulled up in a tight bun as sweat cascaded down her neck.

You stared her down, making the alpha bristle. It seemed her ego was still bruised from the scar you left on her backside, and the fact that you were an omega only added to her frustration.

The others stepped out of the way, parting so you could pass and enter the shooting range. Two guards remained out front, but upon seeing your fresh mark and collar, they too stepped aside to allow you to pass.

The blast door swished open, and you stepped inside to find your mate alone in one of the shooting stalls.

“I want to be alone, Y/N,” he said without turning around. Of course, you were the only one brave enough to disturb the disgruntled alpha.

“We weren’t the only ones,” you said as the blast doors whooshed closed behind you.

He didn’t answer.

“The entire base was hit with the rutting drug.”

He scoffed. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

You sighed. “Cross.”

You shuffled next to him as he raised the weapon, aiming it down the range. He unloaded on the target at an impossible distance away. Even after all this time, it was still impressive to you. He reloaded, pushed the clip back into the gun, and raised it again.

“It wasn’t either of our faults,” you tried to reason, but he lowered the weapon and looked at you sideways.

“You didn’t want this!” he snapped. “Your instincts did! I was supposed to be stronger! I’m supposed to protect you!” He shook his head, gripping his weapon. “Even from yourself… and now we’ve done something permanent that we can’t undo! This is a mistake, Y/N!”

You looked at him, seeing the self-hatred roll off him like a bad stench. His words hurt. You weren’t going to lie.

You shuffled on your feet. “I know we never talked about it, b-but… I—”

He looked at you with a raised brow, clearly annoyed with your nervous stuttering.

You took a deep breath and looked at him squarely. “I wanted you to do it.” You crossed your arms. “I wanted you to do it a long time ago. I wanted it after you all saved me from Mimban.” With a shake of your head, you turned to face the door to leave. “You have no reason to feel guilty. But I do.” You looked at him over your shoulder. “It’s obvious you don’t want this…” Clearly, the post-mating high had worn off; all you could feel through the bond was disgust.

Crosshair probably concluded that this was a mistake while you were in the shower.

He may have feelings for you, but it wasn’t enough to justify a mating bond.

You were overwhelmed with guilt, knowing he was probably going to hate you for binding the two of you together for eternity.

You walked outside, knowing he wasn’t going to follow you. You waited for the blast doors to shut before allowing the tears to fall silently.

Ignoring the stares from his squad members, you walked past them and made your way back to your apartment.

When you entered the common space, you noticed Wolffe leaning against the corridor wall, chatting with his men. They were obviously waiting for you to return but trying to play it off as casual.

Not really in the mood to talk to them, you tried to pass them with a weak smile, but Wolffe snagged your arm and pulled you over to them.

“Not so fast, little one,” he said with a smirk.

You huffed, wiping away the trails of moisture left by your tears. The others looked at you with sympathy. 

“I just want to be alone, Commander,” you said weakly, trying to prevent yourself from breaking down in front of them, but it was getting harder by the second.

“No, you need your pack,” he said, mussing your hair.

You sniffled, letting Stunner fix the wild strands a bit.

“What happened?” Bolts asked, snuggling his mate. He must have gotten over the initial shock by now and embraced the little Togruta. She looked just like Ahsoka and nearly made you start sobbing.

You took a deep breath, trying to fight back the emotion. “Crosshair says it was a mistake.” You touched your bandaged neck. “I know he didn’t want this. He… he didn’t do it the first time. I-I don’t know why I begged him to do it this time!” Now the tears were flowing freely, and Wolffe yanked you into his chest as you sobbed, “He wasn’t going to until the drug hit, and then I don’t know, I couldn’t help myself! I bit him, and then he bit me. I-I… kriff.” You let Wolffe rub your back, trying to comfort you.

You whimpered, “I just want Hunter… I want Hunter to make it all better!” You were dying for your other mate’s comfort. You wanted to be held and cared for, and it was eating you alive. You couldn’t even remember what they smelled like, which made you wail.

“Shhh,” Wolffe cooed. “You’re okay. I know…”

“I want my pack!” you cried.

Wolffe and the others casually opened the door to their dorm and dragged you inside so you could speak freely.

“I miss Rex, and Fives, and Kix, and Dogma, and Tup! And ahh kriff, I miss Jesse and Echo! I’ve missed Hardcase for so kriffing long and haven’t even been able to grieve him. Echo died and then came back to life! I miss my best friend, Ahsoka, and for kriff's sake, I miss Anakin!” You would have slumped to your knees if it weren’t for Wolffe and Stunner holding you up. You shook like a leaf as the gravity of this entire messed-up situation hit you. EVERYONE was GONE.

You lifted your head, eyes red-rimmed. “I don’t have anyone but the Batch. My family is all gone. I joined the war effort to get off Coruscant, and then I had a family again. They were taken from me… again.” You shook your head. “I can’t lose Crosshair. I can’t lose anyone anymore… but he doesn’t want me, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, Y/N, you know that’s not true,” Wolffe said, shaking his head. “Crosshair tore apart the entire known universe searching for you.”

“Nearly this base too,” Stunner added.

You wailed harder, making the 104th boys cringe. Okay, maybe they didn’t know how to comfort omegas very well.

“Well, the Commander already offered you a spot in our ranks. You’ll always have a pack with us, Y/N,” Grim said, stepping forward and giving your head a little pat.

You sniffled, perking up. “Thank you.”

“The offer still stands. Just let me know, pretty girl,” Wolffe said, smiling and smoothing down your hair.

“Get your hands off my mate!”

Crosshair’s silvery voice boomed throughout the dorm.

You all spun around to find Crosshair storming inside with his signature scowl. Wolffe let you go, and you stood on wobbly legs, wiping your tear-stained cheeks as he approached. You were unsure if this was going to turn into another brawl.

Without a word, he wrapped his hand around your arm and guided you out of the 104th’s bunks.

“Cross…” you sighed.

“Just give me a second,” he pleaded, continuing to lead you back to your apartment.

You huffed and let him. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, guiding you back over to your messy nest. The combined scent of your mating was still strong among the textiles, making you shiver. He took your hands in his in a surprisingly sweet gesture and walked backward until he could climb back into the pile of blankets. He dragged you down with him and pulled you on top of him with a huff.

You braced yourself against his strong chest and looked down into his piercing gaze.

“You know I’m bad at words,” he said deadpan, “…and feelings.”

You nodded.

“Those words weren’t a true reflection of how I feel about you and about this,” he explained. You watched as he searched for the right words. “I-I was scared.”

Well, that’s not what you thought he was going to say… the mighty Crosshair, scared? You raised an eyebrow.

“I wanted you for so long. I pictured it a million times. It’s always been you, Y/N. You’ve overtaken every thought, every moment of my day. Even on the battlefield, I couldn’t wait to get back to you. Every damn mission, I would have taken on an entire garrison alone just to be with you again. Wrecker wasn’t the only one getting injured to get your attention.” He chuckled. “Your touch haunts me. Even if it was just to feel you stitch me back up… You made our squad a pack. You were the last piece we all needed. What I needed. I was scared that you would resent me.” He intertwined your fingers and brought them in front of the two of you. “I’m not Hunter… I’m not like my brothers. I never thought you’d want a mate like me, and when I saw what I did, I had never felt so much guilt in my entire life—”

He raised a finger to wipe away a tear that managed to escape your blinking eyes. You leaned forward and shushed him with a kiss. He was reluctant at first but then gave in and softened at your touch. When you pulled away, you gently stroked the side of his face where his tattoo lay.

“Never assume anything with me, mate,” you said, quirking the side of your mouth up. “I love you, Crosshair.” His eyes lit up, and his entire demeanor softened. You smiled, feeling the true conviction being sent through the bond.

You continued, “I don’t want anyone else besides you, Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker. You’re my pack. You’re my family, and I’m tired of losing family. I want to be free. I want to live somewhere green where we can all grow old. I want our pups to have a good, safe life. I want you… scars and all.”

The sniper was floored. 

His entire existence had been defined by being just a number with a singular purpose. Up until this moment, he had only dabbled in the world of the nat-borns. But looking at you now, with your sparkling eyes above him, he knew he too wanted more. He wanted the life you spoke of. He was finally ready to be more than just a soldier.

That's when he knew it was the right moment. “I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled from ear to ear. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so lonely. You felt loved, and you could sense the belonging in the bond as your heart soared. Collapsing on top of your mate, you both wrapped your arms around each other in a vice grip, holding one another close. It was something you both needed dearly.

“I can feel you through the bond,” he said, stroking your hair.

“What do you feel?” you whispered, massaging his scalp.

“…belonging,” he sighed, almost in relief. “Home.”

“Home,” you nodded in agreement.

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You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you didn’t care. Neither of you left that very comfortable spot in the nest, just enjoying each other’s presence.

Then you felt Crosshair shift under you. He rolled you both over so he could spoon you from behind, tugging you into his front and securing you with a strong arm. You nuzzled into him, enjoying the warmth on your back as you settled into the covers.

You broke the silence. “I wanted you to do it on Mimban.”

He chuckled. “And I thought it was just your heat making you act up.”

You smiled. “No. I liked the way you took charge and took care of me. I love your brothers, but they’re too cautious sometimes, even for their own good. I liked seeing that part of you. You’re a good alpha.”

He chuckled deeply, making the two of you vibrate. “They were too scared to hurt you, mesh’la.”

“It seems like forever ago.” You looked across the room at the setting sun over the lake.

“Mimban?” he asked.

“All of it,” you replied. “The war, the Republic…” and everyone.

“I know,” he whispered, rubbing a soothing palm over your belly. You purred into the touch, feeling soothed.

Then, when his hand traveled a little further down, it was like a bucket of ice water was dumped on you. He sat up, sensing your alarm.

He was about to speak when you rolled over to look at him. Your hands went to your belly, and your brows furrowed in worry. “D-do you think… do you think I’m pregnant?”

That was the first and only time you had been intimate without any protection. You had nearly forgotten about it, too absorbed in the whirlwind of the past day.

He shook his head. “No,” he said silently, placing a finger over his lips. “I sure hope so, baby.” His tone betrayed the look in his eyes. You were being monitored. You had almost slipped up. Kark.

He gave you the hand signal used during the war to tell you to “proceed with caution.”

You nodded and responded with the signal for “understood.”

He nodded and gestured toward the bathroom. “A pup of our own, yeah?”

You both got up and trotted into the bathroom, where Crosshair turned on the shower water along with the sinks. You both crowded into the furthest corner.

“You don’t remember?” he asked in a low whisper.

You shook your head, not understanding what he was asking.

“On the first day of your heat, I gave you a syringe of contraceptive.” He thumbed the spot on your arm, making you narrow your eyes.

“I d-don’t remember,” you replied.

“I knew what Tarkin wanted. He wanted you pupped after your heat. I knew I had to do something,” he explained.

“So I’m not pregnant?” you asked, subconsciously touching your belly.

He shook his head. “No, you’re protected.”

You were relieved, but then a tinge of sadness hit you. You couldn’t help but place a hesitant hand on your stomach. Crosshair noticed your movement immediately. He placed his hands on your shoulders before kneeling down in front of you. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I know how afraid you are of Tarkin taking our pup.” He put a hand on your belly, unable to help himself.

You felt your insides flutter at the firm warmth his sturdy hand provided.

You shook your head, trying to focus. “B-but… how?” You were trying to make sense of it all.

“I had help,” he whispered, thumbing the fabric over your belly. It seemed something about the topic of pups had awakened something in the sniper. He was fixated on your belly with uncanny focus.

You watched him, trying to think of who it could possibly be. Now that he mentioned it, you remembered him telling you about how he had gotten his chip removed. Along with the 104th, there had to be someone on the inside helping the clones. Someone who hated the Empire as much as the rest of you did.

Crosshair’s attention was suddenly snapped to the side. He stood abruptly and turned off the shower faucet.

A shallow rumble vibrated through the floors, shaking the apartment. You perked up, holding onto Crosshair’s arm. He waited for just a moment before ordering you to put on your shoes.

“What’s going on?” you asked, following him through the apartment until you were both standing in the living room. He looked outside at the inky black horizon overlooking the Nabooian lake.

There was a moment of eerie silence before a second loud bang shook the room violently. Crosshair grabbed onto you protectively as the crystal chandelier overhead jingled.

The blast door suddenly opened, and Bolts came running inside with an urgent expression. “The 99s are here. It’s happening.”

Your world came to a standstill for a second. Your mates… they found you… they’re here.

“C’mon,” Crosshair urged you out of your thoughts. You gripped his hand tightly as he followed after Bolts.

The residential sector was beginning to emerge from their rooms. The three of you hustled down the hallway, ignoring everyone’s curious glances. But you noticed it didn’t take long for the clones to fall back into their training instincts. They seemed to sense the danger as if it were a sixth sense.

Approaching the main corridor, you could hear the sound of blaster fire and screaming. The smell of plasma charges filled your nose as you got closer.

“Cross,” you whimpered, squeezing his hand a little tighter. He squeezed you back, giving you a bit of comfort before being thrown back into your GAR training.

“She’s over here!” A familiar voice made the hair stand up on your neck.

“Hunter,” you breathed.

“Hunter!” Crosshair yelled into the chaos. He knew his brother could hear him and that he’d be tracking the two of you.

From behind you, red blaster fire shot from your right as a battalion of stormtroopers emerged from the dust of the explosion, separating you from Hunter’s voice. From the left, a massive hole was blown into the side of the building, with men in unmarked plastoid armor flooding in. They returned fire with blue blaster bolts.

“Commander!” One of the stormtroopers ran up to Crosshair. “Rebels have infiltrated the base!” He handed Crosshair an extra blaster. “We have to stop them befo—”

Crosshair didn’t waste another second before blasting the trooper into the room behind him.

“Get as many weapons as possible. We need to find Hunter!” Crosshair told Bolts. “Where is Wolffe?”

Bolts shook his head. “Not sure, sir.”

“Well, there’s no way he doesn’t know what’s happening. I need to get her—”

A detonator went off, sending everyone in the vicinity flying backward in a plume of fire and shrapnel. The air was violently punched from your lungs as you felt yourself skidding along the white polished floors. 

You forced yourself to breathe with a heave. The ringing in your ears was nearly unbearable as you tried your hardest to regain your senses. 

“Kark.” You wheezed, forcing yourself to roll over onto all fours. You took another painful breath before looking up, trying to find Crosshair’s silver hair in the chaos. All around you was fire and smoke, but there was no sign of Cross. 

“I found the Ori’sol!” A muffled voice called out over the crackling of loose electrical wires. 

“She’s alive!” a woman’s voice followed, “Where is the Commander?” 

Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground by strong hands and into the arms of a strange Stormtrooper. A second trooper arrived, placing a flimsy oxygen mask over your face before jogging alongside the first trooper, getting further and further from the blast. 

“Cross!” You cried out, feeling your voice struggle to keep up. 

“Don’t worry, Ori’sol, we’ll find the Commander,” the medic said, trying to soothe you, but you weren’t feeling any calmer. In fact, the further these troopers carried you from the action, the more worried you became. You tried to scream, but you couldn’t seem to find your voice. They just didn’t understand. 

You pushed against the white plastoid armor, trying to get away, but the trooper held you tighter to prevent your squirming. Their jog came to a stop when they reached the medical sector. 

“Quickly, trooper, in here,” a frustratingly calm voice ordered. You turned your head to see a tall white alien, Nala Se, as the two troopers carried you inside the medical clinic. 

“They’re invading the entire base. We have to go back to help the others,” the medic told Nala Se. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure the Ori’sol is alright,” she replied, guiding them to set you down on the medical table. The troopers hurried back outside into the chaos, leaving you alone with Nala Se. 

“Quick, Y/N,” she urged, removing the oxygen mask and handing you a data drive. 

You looked at her, confused. 

“That contains all the information about the clone troopers and your DNA replicants. I already informed your mate that I had your samples destroyed. Take this. It will help you and your mates.” 

You shook your head. “What?” 

“The secrets of cloning belonged to my people for thousands of years. Kamino is gone, and I will not let the Empire obtain such knowledge. They’ve unleashed enough terror on the galaxy.” 

You stared at her, dumbfounded. “You… you’re the helper?” 

She blinked at you. 

“You gave Cross the birth control?” 

She nodded. 

“You removed all the inhibitor chips?” 

She nodded. 

“Why?” 

She blinked. “The Empire is holding someone important to me hostage. I had to help them or they’d hurt her. But I did what I could to help the troopers. What Tarkin desires is unnatural.” 

You took a deep breath. “Then we need to go now.” 

“I cannot,” she sighed. 

“Why not?” 

“I can’t leave,” she said, turning back around. “I’ll make sure everything is destroyed here. You go find your mate, leave, and help the troopers.” 

You took the drive and clenched it tightly. With one last nod, you turned to leave the medical clinic. 

Leaving Nala Se behind, you ran down the corridor, jumping over debris and destruction. 

“Crosshair! Hunter!” You called out as you neared the battle zone. 

“Tiny!” You heard a familiar voice and spun around. 

Wolffe and Grim trotted up to you in their dirtied pajamas, both clutching stolen weapons. 

“Wolffe!” You ran over to them. 

“Where’s your mate?” he snarled, firing into the smoke to provide cover for both of you. 

“I got separated in the blast!” You showed him the data drive in your fist. “I have to get this out.” 

“What is it?” Grim asked, looking down the hallway and shooting a few stormtroopers in the back. 

“I don’t know. Nala Se said it would help you all and that it contains my cloning information.” 

“We need to find another way out of here. We’re not going to get through that door with all this heat,” Wolffe said. 

“I heard Hunter earlier, but the blaster fire separated us,” you said, clutching the drive. 

“Oh, your boys are here, alright,” Grim laughed. “Big guy blasted a hole through the front door.” 

Wrecker. 

“Rex is here too,” Wolffe said. “Brought the whole damn infantry.” 

Rex came? Wow, your message did get to them. You were suddenly filled with relief. You knew your boys would get you out of here. 

“We have to go find them!” you said, just as another bomb went off somewhere else in the base. 

“Residential is just up ahead. We could get back to the bunks, find who’s there, and then make a plan to get out of here,” Wolffe said. 

“Is that an order, Commander?” Grim asked, firing into the troopers. 

“Yes,” Wolffe decided. 

You both nodded and followed behind the Gen 1 clone. The smoke seemed much less frightening with two skilled soldiers leading the way. They expertly navigated through the chaos, guiding you in the right direction. Turning left, they entered the vacant residential hall. 

You couldn’t remember a time in the GAR when you were in direct line of fire. The only time you recalled was in Jabba the Hutt’s palace, and it was nothing like this. Two groups of trained soldiers on both sides, though it was becoming clear that the clone troopers were far superior. 

The three of you turned down the eerie, dark hallways with flashing emergency lights, seeing the lake through the large panoramic window. Outside, there was fire, smoke, and blaster fire in the tree line. It was an absolute siege. The sky was lined with TIE fighters and old repurposed Republic fighter jets like the ones Anakin and Obi-Wan used to fly.

The outside was glowing with blaster lights. 

“Move, trooper! They couldn’t have gone far,” a Reg’s voice echoed through the halls, causing Wolffe and Grim to halt and wait to see who was approaching.

Through the fog emerged Bolts, Stunner, a frightened group of omegas, and Crosshair.

“Y/N!” he called, rushing to you. He had shrapnel scratches all over his face but was otherwise uninjured. You sighed with relief and tucked into his chest.

“I couldn’t find you after the blast,” you said.

“We have to get her out of here,” Wolffe said. “She has important data that we need to get to Rex.”

Crosshair gave you a suspicious look, but you responded with a hand signal indicating you’d explain later.

“We can’t get through the main entrance,” Grim pointed out. “It’s too hot.”

“There is no other exit,” Bolts shook his head. “Unless Crosshair knows something we don’t.”

Crosshair shook his head. “They were careful to only give me information that couldn’t be used against them. I don’t know another exit that doesn’t drop us right into the center of the hive.”

A tense moment of silence followed, broken only by the blaring security alarms. Stunner pointed beyond your head. “There.”

You all looked at him.

“We can jump,” he said.

You whipped around, looking at the inky black lake below.

“We don’t know what’s down there!” you squeaked.

“It’s our only option, or we’ll be trapped here while Tarkin calls for backup,” Stunner reasoned. “It will only be a matter of time before the entire Imperial army is here.”

“What about Hunter and the others?” You looked up at Crosshair.

He remained silent, trying to evaluate all possible scenarios, none of which he liked.

“We don’t have much time,” Wolffe said, looking down at you. “It’s now or never.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Crosshair cut you off. “Let’s go.”

He raised his weapon and used the buttstock of the blaster to strike the glass. A small crack formed as the glass vibrated; it was reinforced.

The other clones grabbed their rifles to help. On a count of three, they all brought down their weapons, sending spiderweb cracks across the window.

“Back up!” Crosshair ordered. Everyone retreated as he raised his weapon and fired two plasma bolts, shattering the entire window. Aggressive winds pushed through the new opening, making you shiver. The wind whistled through the base, rushing past the hallways.

“Kark me,” you muttered, looking over the edge at the nearly four-story drop below. “Why do I keep ending up in situations where I have to swim?”

You heard Wolffe chuckle. “We gotcha, kid. No worries.”

“No worries?” you squeaked.

“C’mon, don’t think about it or you’ll freak yourself out,” Crosshair said, slinging his rifle around his body and tightening it, preparing to jump.

“Who’s first?” Bolts asked, looking a bit uncertain.

“Me and the lieutenant,” Wolffe said, glancing at Stunner, who nodded. They both stepped as far back as the hallway would allow. “We’ll let you know when we reach the bottom. Jump as far out as you can!”

Bolts gave Stunner a nod of confidence before they ran and launched themselves from the ledge. You and Crosshair watched as they plummeted into the darkness. You barely registered a white splash as they landed before looking up at your mate, unsure if you could do this. He sent calming energy through the bond, and you shivered.

“Look at me,” he said, placing his hand on your cheek. “Do that thing you did back on the transport.”

“What thing?” you whined.

“When you took over our skills,” he said.

“I’ve only done it in life-or-death situations!” you half-yelled.

He shrugged and looked around. “I think this would fall into that category.”

You huffed and closed your eyes. “I don’t know how it works!”

“Well, we don’t have much time,” he said, dragging you to the back wall as panic set in. 

“Crosshair, I really don’t think—”

He suddenly grabbed your hand, and it felt like being submerged in cold water again. You took a deep breath, feeling his calm settle over you. You were no longer afraid. In fact, you knew exactly how hard you’d have to push off the ledge and the form you’d need to make to ensure the water didn’t hurt on impact. You even had a basic understanding of water and swimming. Crosshair had been doing it his whole life on Kamino.

“Let’s go,” you breathed, focusing.

He gave you a nod and held tightly onto your hand.

“We’ll be right behind you!” Bolts and Grim prepared to jump as well. The other omegas in the corner watched with bated breath as you and Crosshair took off into a sprint, gaining as much speed as you could before using your back legs to push off the ledge with everything you had.

Flinging yourself into the darkness below, you watched as the water’s surface approached rapidly. Before you hit the water, you released Crosshair, crossed your arms over your chest, and made yourself as streamlined as possible. The moment your feet hit the water, you slid in, enveloped in icy cold.

Using Crosshair’s knowledge of swimming, you held your breath and began kicking upward, using your arms as leverage. The darkness made it hard to see the surface, but you kicked and kicked until you finally broke through.

With a deep breath, you blinked your eyes and looked around, seeing Crosshair swimming over to you. “You okay?”

“Yeah!” you replied, glancing up and realizing just how massive the base really was.

“We gotta keep moving! Wolffe is over there!” Crosshair pointed to the shoreline, where Wolffe and Stunner were dragging themselves out of the water.

You used your arms to steer and paddled alongside your mate, trying your best to keep breathing deeply despite the freezing water beating against you.

Behind you, you heard Bolts scream, followed by a loud splash and the shrill shriek of the omegas coming close behind.

You kept your eyes trained on Crosshair’s silvery hair as he paddled to shore and stood up to help you climb the large rocks leading to the empty beach.

“Do you know where we are?” Wolffe asked your mate as you wrung out your hair.

You bent down to help pull the other omegas from the water.

“Looks like it’s the south side of the compound,” Crosshair said, looking around to get his bearings. “I only entered and exited from the north side. But since the window we jumped from was in the lower residential area, that means we’re south.”

“How do we get to Rex and the 99s?” Stunner asked, shaking the water from his blaster and checking for damage.

“We gotta hike,” Wolffe said, looking at the mountain ahead.

“Are we even going to make it?” you said. “It’s too far. They’re never going to get us before the Imperial army arrives!”

Crosshair started to laugh.

You turned to face him, confused, as did everyone else.

He continued to laugh hysterically, making you start to freak out slightly.

Then he stopped and yelled, “Fuck!” The forest around you fell completely silent.

You all remained silent, watching your mate lose his composure.

“We’re going to be stranded here!” he continued, his silvery voice filled with rage. “The fucking Empire is going to find us, and everything Hunter and Rex did will have been for nothing! There’s no escape from these bastards! T-They’re everywhere…”

You shook your head and turned away, letting him continue his rant while you wandered down the beach.

Wolffe was going to follow you, but Grim stopped him with an outstretched arm. They watched you silently as you stepped into the darkness.

You continued forward, feeling the quiet surround you despite the bombings and shootings happening in the background. You walked down the beach, closing your eyes and following the faint feeling blossoming inside your chest. You could sense it, like a tapping on your sternum. Focusing deeply, you nurtured the sensation, feeling it expand until you realized who it was.

Opening your eyes, you took a deep breath, feeling the connection snap into place as if Hunter was able to see through your eyes. You couldn’t hear him, but you could feel his presence all around you.

“Hunter!” you breathed out.

Moments later, you felt the earth rumble as bright lights appeared above the mountain crest. A repurposed relic-era cargo vessel descended onto the beach.

You stood up, raising an arm to block out the bright lights as the ship opened its cargo hold.

“Are you Y/N?!” a Reg’s voice shouted from the deck.

“Yes!” you screamed back.

“Sergeant Hunter sent us!” he said. “Get in!”

You spun around, looking at the group. “C’mon!” You waved them over before heading for the cargo hatch.

“How did she do that?” Bolts asked, flabbergasted.

Crosshair leapt inside, extending his hand to help the others load in.

Once everyone was safely inside, you turned to the unfamiliar regs standing in the cargo hold.

“Sergeant, we have her and CT-9904. We’ll meet you back at base for a reunion at 0300 hours,” the Reg said, giving you and Crosshair a kind smile.

You felt Crosshair wrap his arms around you, and you turned to face him, resting your wet head against his damp chest and hearing his calming heartbeat.

“We did it,” he said, resting his chin on your head. You hummed, finally beginning to feel relief you hadn’t felt in a standard month.

“So who are you guys?” a Reg asked, wearing civilian clothing.

“Wolffe stepped forward. ‘104th, omegas being held captive, a 99 and his mate,’” he introduced everyone. “You?”

“212th Attack Battalion,” he replied. “Rex got us out not long ago. We’ve been working with him ever since.”

You perked up.

“General Kenobi’s battalion?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Commander Cody?” you asked, feeling hopeful.

“Alive and well, miss,” he smiled.

You sighed with relief.

“What’s your name?” Crosshair asked.

“Wooley.”

“Wait.” You released Crosshair to face him. “I know you.”

He looked you up and down skeptically before leaning back against the wall with a raised brow. “Medic on Ryloth. You ran with the 501st boys.”

“Yeah, you’re the field medic, right?” you asked.

He nodded. “Good memory, nat.”

You smiled.

Wolffe interrupted, “Not to ruin the reunion, but where are we going?”

Wooley nodded. “Rex has a base where he brings clones he rescues from the Empire. It’s invisible to the Imps, so we’re meeting back there once he picks up as many brothers as he can.”

“There’s more?” you asked.

“Ma’am, Captain Rex saved thousands of us,” Wooley said proudly. “And with your intel, hopefully every clone at that base.”

Holy kark.

You hadn’t realized the size of this operation. You thought only your mates would have shown with Rex in tow, but he managed to assemble an entire army to storm that base—all because of your information and a well-timed dirty chase through the woods. You stifled a laugh.

Lightly thumbing the holodrive in your hand, you looked to Crosshair, knowing that the weight of the Empire was finally beginning to lift from your shoulders.

He returned a similar look. He may be stoic, but you could see the hope in his eyes.

You were finally going to be free…

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oct 11

shake awake

"whose voice then shook the earth; but now He has promised, saying, 'yet once more I shake not only the earth, but also heaven.' now this, 'yet once more,' indicates the removal of those things that are being shaken, as of things that are made, that the things which cannot be shaken may remain." heb 12:26-27

is God giving us a commercial like the one that used to be popular by verizon? "can you hear Me now?" there's a whole lot of shaking going on and i believe it is to draw those last few remaining in before the tribulation begins. it is at our very doorsteps. keep your eyes up and your heart right.

a day is coming when God will judge the nations and everything that He has not established will be shaken and removed from its place. all of the nations will be shaken, not one will escape! even now God is starting to shake things up as we see men fainting with terror, apprehensive of what is coming on the world and the heavenly bodies themselves starting to shake even now as we see tsunamis, ecological disasters and wild unpredictable weather patterns plaguing many nations today. nations are tossing like the stormy sea, tossing in anguish and perplexity not knowing the way out.

a convergence is coming when the ‘labour pains’ will come one upon another and that in intensity and frequency. these labour pains of spiritual deception, wars, rumours of wars, nation rising against nation, and kingdom against kingdom and famines and earthquakes and disease and pestilence and the martyrdom of the saints of God will all converge together at once. all things will be completely shaken and moved out of their place. because of the increase of wickedness the love of most professing christians will grow cold. in that day only those who have persevered to the end will be saved.

our Lord Jesus told us very clearly that as things were in the time of noah and lot so they will be in the world just before God’s wrath is poured out on a Christ hating, Christ rejecting world. the people in the time of noah and lot we are told were “eating, drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, buying, selling, planting and building” and continued to do these things right up until the day noah entered the ark and when lot was taken out of sodom. after this there was no reprieve for the wicked. in the case of lot’s wife she was escaping from the city but because her affections were still centered in the world’s pleasure palaces, pursuits with its allurements and enticements she did not make it out of the city.

this world and the things of this world are passing away and after the purifying and refining work of God has done its work a new heaven and earth will immerge. this earth will still be here but different in that everything that has polluted the earth will have been burnt up and righteousness will be the standard of the Messianic Kingdom. the heavens will also be purified and cleansed of the demonic spirits that have been living in the atmosphere just above the surface of the globe. this new heaven and earth will be the harbinger of the final and eternal state to come in the future.

the religious world, including the apostate church, whether it is those in the pulpits or in the pews and these will all be shaken and judged for their wickedness in deliberately perverting the word of truth and teaching others to do the same. their judgement will be most severe. the word of God itself will be the standard by which they will be judged.

the bible says that a time is coming when the Lord Jesus will come back to save the world from total annihilation, to rescue His saints, save israel, destroy antichrist, imprison satan and set up the millennial messianic kingdom of God on earth centered at jerusalem (matt 24:21-22) (isa 2:1-5). this will happen after everything that can be shaken has been shaken and swept away in the refining fire of God. in that day few will be left to repopulate the earth.

now the Lord Jesus also said that the wide path of wickedness, indifference and a rejection of the salvation found only in Him alone will lead to hades but that the narrow way that leads to life and that only a few find, is when, by faith, a sinner embraces the cross and there at the feet of the Lord Jesus surrenders his life to be His bond-slave until life’s end. those who come back to God in this way will never be accused by God for breaking the everlasting covenant, even though they had before they were saved, because the curse over their life has been broken because the Lord Jesus became a curse in their place (gal 3:13).

have you been to the cross, have you laid down your will and taken up the good, acceptable and perfect will of God for your life? (rom 12:1-2) have you been to Jesus for the cleansing power, are you washed in the blood of the Lamb? are all of your sins forgiven and cleansed? or are you like lot’s wife in that you are escaping from the world but are still attached to this world and to the things of this world and the love of the Father is not as yet residing in you? have you called upon the name of the Lord to save you? have your passions and desires for self- gratification and the pursuit of sin been crucified with Christ? is the life you now living a life lived for God and for his will?

of course no one is perfect and we still have to combat the world, the flesh and the devil, even after we have come to the obedience of faith in the Lord Jesus, but if we walk in the light of God’s word as He is in the light then the blood of the Lord Jesus will keep us clean and free from the power of sin (1 john 1:7). as it is written of the Lord Jesus that; “He will save his people from their sins” not in them! if you have lost the conviction of the Holy Spirit and are comfortable in your sin, check yourself, whether you are in the faith or not.

friend, God is not willing that any should perish, but the day of judgement very, very quickly approaches. God is not mocked; this far and no farther, and oh, how His patience has been tried. even now His signs are bellowing out a final warning and the dragon is positioned to try to devour the child as soon as he is born. that's the man-child, the overcomer. "can you her me now?

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Here to Misbehave (Finale | S.R.)

Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Finale |

Summary: It’s Halloween, and there are a lot of things on Spencer’s mind.

A/N: Here it is, everyone: the end of the story. Thank you so much to everyone who’s read this far. I greatly appreciate all of you, and I hope you enjoy it!   Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff/Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Penetrative sex, light D/s, mostly fluff! Word Count: 7.5k

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Autumn has widely been considered the season of change. It is an understandable characterization; from the shifting hues of the leaves to the wildly fluctuating temperatures, few things stayed consistent in the fall. Perhaps that’s why someone who loathes change, someone like me, finds the season so thrilling.

It’s like the Earth and the Sun made a pact to make changes more predictable in their own unique, chaotic way. The breeze becomes biting and the days become shorter, but for these downfalls, we are granted a beauty and calmness that can’t be rivaled by any other season.

But she wasn’t a season, and when it came to my attention and appreciation, there were few choices that were easier to make.

“Spencer. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

(Y/n)’s face was half covered by the cup she held tightly with both hands, but I could picture the hidden expression perfectly, regardless.

“What? We don’t have to agree on everything.”

The truce was received poorly, her response a heavy scoff and a shake of her head. I tried to follow along with her suddenly heated words but couldn’t contain the stars in my eyes that often accompanied my daydreams. If she did notice, she stubbornly ignored the adoration to continue, “I understand you’re a genius or whatever, but I think your opinions on cider and cocoa are... wrong. They are wrong.”

It was my turn to feign displeasure (I hoped hers wasn’t real, anyway), clutching tighter to my own drink that I found myself defending on a park bench with dozens of strangers as an audience.

“An opinion can’t be wrong!” I chirped, only hating the way my voice jumped a little bit. After all, it was hard to hate it when it made her giggle. But despite how much sweeter the liquid seemed when I drank it in the presence of her smile, I also knew that she wouldn’t appreciate my immediate agreement. So, I pushed back just a little, “It can be misguided or ignorant but not outright wrong.”

“Unless it’s yours, on this topic,” she shot back without hesitation.

I tried to flash her a pout, hoping that maybe it would work for me like it did for her. It did not. Her eyebrows shot up and her jaw dropped open with another laugh, and I decided that I preferred that outcome, anyway. The longer my bottom lip stuck out, the wider her smile got. I waited to stop until her eyes closed and turned away, just long enough for me to let the full force of my affection show before she noticed.

She saw it, anyway, in the form of a similar smile spread over my face when I softly admitted, “Fine. You’re right.”

“Oh, I know.”

Her tongue peeked between her lips, and I found myself thinking less of cider and cocoa and more about how unbelievably lucky I was to find someone that I never felt the need to prove anything to. A person that didn’t care if I held all the answers.

I might’ve continued down that sappy train of thought, but it was hard to do while she had hoisted herself halfway over the table to try and grab hold of my cup right as I went to drink from it. Of course, she had failed to take into account just how big the table was, and just how close I was willing to come to falling before I let her drink from my cup right after she’d criticized my preference of fall flavors.

For a second, I really thought she might climb onto the table to win, but the judgmental looks from the parents in the park must have beaten her desire to win. As forlorn as humanly possible, she fell back into her seat with a loud “Hmph!” which really only managed to elicit an equally immature giggle from me.

“Shut up,” she laughed before shoving my paper plate further into my chest, “And eat your stupid pie.”

All I could think as she grabbed my fork and stabbed the middle of the piece to try to lift the entire thing at once, was that I was right about one thing: Autumn, in all its vitality and beauty, could still never compare to her.

That thought persisted through the pumpkin patch, growing in intensity as she skipped through the vine-laden path like a regular fall fairy. It was much easier to get lost in her there, crouched and inspecting foliage. Her arguments regarding gourds were much less spirited, with her watching me wide-eyed and curious as I explained the stages of pumpkin growth and all the different uses for the fruit.

I still let her make the final choices, opting to analyze her selections and tease her for them later, instead. That was the plan, anyway, to continue the competitiveness lest she gets bored with me before the day was over. When she walked past me holding open the passenger side door, I thought it might’ve already happened.

But then she just placed the pumpkin into my hands so she could open the back door. Before I could even move, she carefully removed it from my arms again and placed it in the seat.

“What are you doing?” I said through a very amused chuckle.

She was decidedly not entertained by my confusion, stopping to turn to me with a bored, frustrated expression. “I’m buckling him in,” she explained slowly, like I might need the help. Then, to add insult to silly injury, she added, “Duh.”

I was too distracted by the details to tackle the absurdity of it all.

“Him? It’s a boy pumpkin?”

“Obviously. Look at him,” she snorted, finally clicking the seatbelt in before tenderly petting the top of the lucky little gourd. Once she was convinced it would be as safe as she could make it, she allowed me to begin to escort her into her proper seat.

“You know it’s safer on the floor, right?” I asked before she’d slipped past me. I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her away from the car so I could enjoy the warmth of her before it was replaced with the dry air of the engine.

“How dare you,” she balked with an open mouth that was just begging to be kissed. By the time I got close enough to try, though, her hand fervently shoved my cheek away. I tried to laugh, but she used the same hand to cover the noise, trying and failing to convince me she was being serious.

“Why don’t you just hold him?” I mumbled against her palm.

That was enough for her to abandon my embrace altogether. With a scoff and a roll of her eyes, she pried my arms off of her and finally made her way to my passenger seat. I didn’t fight her too hard, even taking the time to shut her door like my mother always insisted.

The mercy was not returned, with her eyes narrowed into a playful disbelieving glare that I hadn’t seen in some time. My mind was brought back to the first time she ever let me know she was jealous, bickering over blondes and preferences while she sat in the very same place. And, just as before, she was still wearing the same raggedy old sweatshirt of mine.

“If this is any indication of how you’ll be with a human baby, I have dramatically overestimated your competence,” she droned, obviously unaffected by the stars that appeared in my eyes every time I looked at her.

“The one and only time you’ll ever be able to say those words. I hope you enjoyed it,” I joked. A funny enough joke that she couldn’t help but smile through her facade.

“Don’t worry,” she chuckled, “I did.”

The day could have ended there, and it would have been enough. Honestly, I couldn’t think of a single thing that wouldn’t be better with her there. In a way, I think we were trying to prolong the high of ‘hooky,’ finding even the faintest interest in an activity as enough of an excuse for a detour.

… Which was probably how we found ourselves in our third park of the day. After all, I loved any autumnal vision, so how could I decline an opportunity to let them serve as a backdrop for watching her? And that was an accurate description of how I spent the day. It might sound boring, and if it were anyone else, it probably would have been. But no matter how often I saw her, I found myself learning new things about her every single time. Each freckle and scar became a part of the high-definition collection of memories that I would never let myself forget. The most beautiful images that kept me sane in the face of evil and filth.

“Do you see that?”

For a moment, I thought she might have read my mind. But then I realized that her eyes were still fixed forward, stuck on the horizon ahead of us.

“See what?”

“That,” she pointed, “Right there.”

My eyes followed the line, finding nothing but an area of carefully manicured, yellow grass and trees already set to rest for the season. It must have been clear to her that I was lost, because her pointing became more animated and her voice rose as she shouted, “Right there!”

“The giant pile of leaves?”

“Uh-huh.”

Then, in all of my obliviousness, I just sort of stared. Even when her hand grew tighter around mine and her feet started to move faster, I didn’t put two and two together until it was too late.

“What about— No! (Y/n)!” I shouted, cutting off my own train of thought and only barely letting go of her in time to watch her jump straight into the collection of fallen foliage that some poor landscaper had obviously worked hard to gather.

I have to believe that even if that unlucky, underappreciated individual saw what she’d done to their hours of work, that they would forgive her. It was hard to feel anything but joy at the sounds that came from the pile. Yet I approached her cautiously, with both hands in my pockets to avoid the urge to throw myself into danger with her.

“You’re a terror,” I said, settling for a crouched position in front of her. Still able to see her but far enough from her grasp that she had to crawl through a wall of leaves to come nose to nose with me. “This is literally the scariest thing you’ve done all season.”

“Come on in, the water’s fine,” she purred.

As enticing as the offer was, my mind was too preoccupied with statistics of spider and snake bites, not to mention the possibility of ticks still scouring the landscape for any last second hosts. The answer was easy.

“Absolutely not.”

With another exhale of pure displeasure, she threw her body back into the leaves, burying herself into a mess of yellows and reds that somehow only made her look even more beautiful. The chaotic scene matched her energy well, and the harm she was doing was minimal considering I was absolutely going to search every inch of skin for any marks later.

The only thing that was more appealing to me than watching her make an absolute fool out of herself in a pile of leaves was the intense urge to tease her about it. So, taking a regrettable seat on the grass, I sighed, “I think I’m going to have to arrest you for trespassing.”

There was a loud gasp from the center of the pile, followed by a scuffle of flailing limbs among the foliage.

“You don’t own this leaf pile! I do! I am queen of the leaf pile!” she screeched.

“Alright Princess,” I subtly corrected, “whatever you say.”

As promised, I didn’t put up a fight. Even when she finally got a hold of my hands and dragged me into the madness with her. I followed her no matter what nonsense she demanded, just as she had with me so many times. Granted, my desires weren’t nearly as dangerous or strange. They were pretty much just a collection of foreign films and reading that always lulled her to sleep.

But that day there was no sign of her energy waning. The early sun faded and we kept going. I’m not sure how, but she managed to enjoy herself in the D.C. landscape of bars and blaring car horns despite not being able to indulge in anything herself. Although she did half-heartedly attempt to trick me into buying her drinks in several different establishments, I think she was honestly proud that I avoided the drinks altogether. It was a nice reminder that sobriety could be something enjoyed between the two of us, regardless of the environment. However, we didn’t let that stop us from jumping into a crowd of very drunk women who had insisted we join their haunted tour of the city.

“Are you scared?” she whispered into my ear. The feeling of her warm breath against my skin caused a shiver to run down my spine, ruining any credibility I had in my response.

“No. Why would I be scared? It’s just history.”

“Are you sure?” she asked again.

“Yes!” I insisted with the worst possible timing. Because just as soon as the word had left my lips, I felt the distinct sensation of fingers running down my neck and arm opposite to her. I was so convinced that’s what it was that I even spun around with a yelp, crashing into at least three different people just to find a very startled woman with the worst hung scarf I’d ever seen.

(Y/n) had already put two and two together and was lost in an absolute fit of laughter. There were already tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she doubled over, barely able to stand through it all. Because there I was, her 31-year-old FBI agent boyfriend, screaming over a scarf.

“Laugh it up,” I droned. And she did. She kept laughing through any attempts at a response, and after the initial embarrassment wore off, I couldn’t help but join her.

“I hope you know you chose me. You chose this man!” I shouted, gesturing to the people around us who had already forgotten about our shenanigans, “And everyone knows it!”

“I’m sorry I can’t—” she wheezed, pausing to take a necessary breath that was all lost with another bunch of giggles “—You’re a fucking FBI Agent!”

“Well I can’t shoot a ghost, can I?” I mumbled through the hit to my ego. But any suffering was quickly dealt with as she threw dramatic arms around my waist, pulling me close and protecting me from any other errant scarves that might show up.

“I love you so much,” she said.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” I returned with a quick kiss on her forehead. And even if I implied otherwise, I think she knew that I was having just as good of a time as she was. In fact, it was one of the most relaxing days of my life, which was saying something, considering how much walking was involved.

But no matter how tired we both were, I still had one last place to take her. It took her a while to figure out why the route felt so familiar, but I wasn’t ready to ruin the surprise. I wanted to watch the realization dawn on her. She didn’t disappoint.

“The Mayflower?” she asked with a bit of a bashful laugh before looking up at me through narrowed eyes, “Feeling nostalgic, Dr. Reid?”

“Yeah, a little bit. Thought it was more romantic than the club,” I offered, trying to shrug off the nervous butterflies that burst through my stomach. “Not by much, mind you.”

Although I got the feeling that she didn’t know, or perhaps just didn’t remember, that wonderful night from almost a year ago was one of the most important days of my life. I knew it then, too. From the second I set my eyes on her from my pitiful place against the bar, I knew that she would ruin me.

“Nothing screams high end romance like an alley and a little light law breaking,” she sighed. I almost missed it, too preoccupied with the way her arm tugged me tighter so she could rest her head against my shoulder.

“I can take you home if you’d rather.”

“Hmmm. Depends,” she hummed. Then, turning her head up to me with that playful look that always turned me to putty in her hands, she purred, “How much longer do you think you can wait before you just have to have me?”

I sucked in a sharp, sarcastic breath, eyeing her just long enough for her to start to fume, I let out all the air with a defeated sigh, “I guess we’re staying.”

That serene sort of teasing continued past the reception desk and all the way up the elevator. If there were other people there, we didn’t bother noticing. We were too busy watching one another to even look away long enough to find our room. Doubling back through the dizzying hallways until we found the elusive number, we finally settled into the only vaguely familiar layout of beige and tan.

She was much quicker at it than I was. Before I’d even finished washing my hands and checking exposed skin for bugs that I was convinced had hitched a ride from the leaf pile, she was already stretched out on the bed in nothing but a tiny piece of lacy cotton and her favorite sweatshirt. The sight made me stop, lost for breath and logic of how I was lucky enough to be there with her again.

“See something you like, Dr. Reid?” she teased through giggles, no doubt recalling the same memory as me.

My answer didn’t need to be said, but I said it, anyway. She deserved to hear it.

“Yes.”

With arms outstretched, she sleepily begged, “Come here.”

But I couldn’t.

“Not yet… I just… I want to look at you like this a little bit longer.”

How could I move on from this moment, when it was the best I’d ever felt? So overwhelmingly safe and at home despite being in a strange, sterile room. I had no desire to move any inch of me if it meant that this image would persist for the rest of my days.

“You getting all romantic on me?”

“Always,” I chuckled. Her usual disgust for my sappy behavior didn’t show itself, overpowered by the gentle curve of her lips and hands that were becoming more and more insistent to be held. Eventually, I had to move, knowing that it was the only way to hold her.

My body reacted the way it always did when it found her. All of the tension dropped from tired shoulders, desperate to touch her more. To feel the imprint of her body pressed against mine, a mess of heat and need and love.

She was the one to kiss me first, and for a moment I let her do it without reciprocation. I wanted to feel how her touch became softer and shier as she realized what I was doing. That I was spending all of my energy memorizing the way her lips parted as she tried to hold back a giggle against my almost-still lips.

“What’s happening in that big genius brain of yours?” she murmured with eyes half open but still containing universes.

“I’m just thinking of all the things you’ve done to make me fall in love with you.”

I thanked all of the gods in every pantheon that made her too tired to tease. Instead, she just laughed, playing her part in bringing us back to that night we met.

“Like quote Picard?”

“We still haven’t watched Star Trek together,” I whined.

The sound must have stirred something new in her, because she rolled us over to take her seat on my lap. She hung over me, looking down at me, hopeless and breathless at the feel of her thighs under my hands. My heart started to race, but I didn’t know why.

It wasn’t until she spoke the words that were already running through my mind, “We’ve got time. Picard can wait.”

Everything about it was effortless. Our bodies had fallen together and mouths found each other exactly like every romance novel has ever tried to tackle the metaphor of gravity.

But if we were an orbit, it was not a binary like the traditional notion of two equal souls. Despite the nickname I’d chosen for her, nothing about her soul was small. And even though she burned bright, she wasn’t anything like the fiery combustion of a star.

She was a home. A thing so full of vitality and life that I would love to watch for whatever time I had left. I was just a moon, loyally following her and trying my best to shield her from whatever might try to harm her. To protect her when she needed rest and to lead the tides to kiss her when she wished. I would be her shadow, shining a light onto her even in the darkest time. All that I asked for in return was a spot beside her.

‘One day,’ she had said before, ‘if you will have me.’

But it was never a question. Not for me. And if she really needed me to answer it for her, I was happy to give her that. I hadn’t been waiting for even a year, but it felt like a lifetime.

“Yeah, he can,” I repeated, quiet and with such a heavy waver that I’m surprised she could understand the shifting inflections. Even if she didn’t, she knew that something had changed in those few seconds of silence.

“What’s up, Spencer?”

I didn’t know how to answer. How to explain what I was feeling. But I grabbed hold of one hand, clinging desperately to her and guiding her to the heart that felt dangerously light. The rapid pace of its beating still not enough to alert her of the true cacophony of my thoughts.

“Are you okay?”

The answer was yes. Because no matter how loud and chaotic the sounds inside my head were, they all lead me to the same conclusion.

“Picard can wait, and we have a lot of time,” I tried to explain through a dry throat that was only growing tighter with the unwieldy weight of the feeling.

“Yes…” she mumbled back, just as trepidatious and nervous as I was.  

Just like I was. Because we were. We were connected by some force, whatever you want to call it. Whether it was a chemical or psychological or heavenly connection, I didn’t care. I wanted her to know how I felt. To know that there was nothing that would ever tear me away from her.

“But I don’t… I don’t think I want to wait.”

After a couple more seconds of silence, she answered with a knowing stare, “… What?”

From my position underneath her, I was able to reach over just enough to grab my jacket. Of course, it helped that she moved with me, clearly curious and terrified of the possibilities. But a good kind of terror… I hoped.

My confidence grew as her legs gripped tighter around my hips and her hands shot up to cover her chest with balled fists pressed against one another. I heard the friction of her skin as her body started to shake in a different way, with an adrenaline that I hadn’t seen from her in even the most dangerous situations.

But when I pulled a small velvet box from the internal pocket, everything stopped. She became completely still. Her eyes were wide and frozen on the object in my hands, only to look away when she heard my voice.

“(Y/n).”

“Where did you get that?” she asked like she hadn’t just seen me pull it from my jacket. The same jacket that I wore every time that I was with her. The wool fabric that she’d swaddled herself in on a number of occasions, none the wiser of how much heavier it was for me when I wore it.

“I know this is really random, a-and to be fair, I wasn’t expecting it, either,” I said through the most awkward laughs I’d ever produced (which was saying something), “I mean, I knew I wanted to marry you, I’ve known that for quite some time, hence the ring.”

I paused, but got nothing in response. Nothing except her lips quivering from their parted position, and her nose twitching as she tried to settle on just one expression. But it didn’t matter how she contorted her face; they were all exactly as they should be. Because they were all her.

“But today, with you… I-I’ve never been that happy in my life. Jumping in leaves and fighting over fall flavors and I—“

Her eyes stopped bouncing, settling with my gaze and robbing my lungs of all air. She made up her mind, deciding to leave everything exactly as it was. The honest truth of the overwhelming storm of every emotion that had been experienced in the little time we had shared together.

The knowing that everything had happened exactly as it should have to bring us here.

“I love you so much,” I whispered, careful to make every word as genuine as they were, “And I know that we have all the time in the world left with one another… but I don’t want to wait any longer for you to be my wife.”

“Ask me,” she answered immediately and abruptly.  


“Okay,” I laughed, endlessly entertained by how she could sound so aggressive even when we were both at our most vulnerable, caught in the nexus of our love.

“Um… Will you… marry me?”

There was no hesitation. No worry, no fear, and no doubt.

“Yes, you stupid old man!” she outright screamed, throwing arms around me even when it meant we both slammed against pillows and the headboard. She didn’t stop squealing even when she kissed me, struggling to find more of me to hold onto.

After she decided that tugging on my hair was the best way to express her affection, I managed to break away just long enough to shout, “Wait! I have to put the ring on you!”

“Then put it on!” she yelled, thrusting her hand in front of my face and practically slapping me in the process. But none of the pain mattered. Nothing was even recognizable outside of the feeling of her sweaty, shaking palm resting against my fingers.

I noticed for the first time that I was also trembling. I took the time to focus, slipping the ring over her finger. But once it started to safely slide into place, my eyes returned to watch what I knew to be happy tears fall over her cheeks. I wiped them away, but they were replaced with the wetness from my face when she brought us together again with a long, gentle kiss.

A calmness came over the room like the feeling following a storm. A clean slate with soil enriched for growth. A hope for a future forever changed.

“What do we do now?” she asked, biting her bottom lip and holding tight to my hands.

The answer seemed clear enough.

“Whatever we want.”

 —————————————————

 Is this really happening?

I stared at the diamond shining back at me with a clarity that had to be a metaphor for my heart. In the vague reflection of yellow light and us, I felt a warmth that doesn’t normally accompany metal. My finger’s new companion felt so comfortable in its new resting place. A constant reminder of the man I called home.

Then I turned back to him, unsure how I was supposed to move on from this moment. I never wanted to leave, but I also needed to move. I compromised and settled with my face against his chest, listening to the heartbeat he’d just dedicated to me. In that peaceful quiet, I heard him speak so softly I wasn’t sure I was meant to hear it.

But I did.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he said with fingers dancing through the ends of my hair, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

And for once, the thought didn’t feel like a burden. In fact, it felt like freedom. I was finally free to be who I was without worry that I would be alone. Without worrying that I would be too much or too little to please him.

I was enough.

Enough.

“I love you,” I said, tasting salt from tears I hadn’t even noticed were falling.

Curiously, and in a rare role switch, Spencer was the one who took a blatantly affectionate display and turned it into something else. Pulling me away from his chest, he dragged me up until he could drag his lips over my jaw.

“Don’t cry, little girl,” he cooed with what I could only imagine was a wicked grin, “I haven’t given you a reason to yet.”

Something about that gruff rumble in his throat caused my skin to ripple with goosebumps. Every inch of me burned with flames that could only be put out by his touch. I chased after his lips with my own, but he was insistent on trailing down my throat. He knew I would be powerless to him. I wouldn’t be able to argue when my hands were knotted in his hair and my hips were already rocking helplessly against his erection.

“I want you to fuck me,” I seethed. My blood was boiling from the heat I felt within, and before he could even answer I was already working at the buttons on his shirt.

“Oh? You don’t want me to make love to you?” Spencer laughed. As if that had ever been our style.

“No, I want you to take what’s yours.”

He responded to the demand by pushing me from my seat, forcing me onto my back on the other end of the bed. I wasn’t going to complain, either. The new position allowed me access to his belt, which I unbuckled before he even had time to laugh.  

“Are you really challenging me right now, little girl?”

But despite the taunt, he did nothing to stop me. His hands were also busy removing my clothes. And just like before, our nakedness was reciprocated. With each lost layer, I should have felt lighter, but I didn’t. I felt so powerful, so aware of how our bare bodies twined together.

“Here, of all places? Do you remember what I did to you that night?”

How could I ever forget?

“I’m not the same girl you had in your bed then,” I purred. We both knew it was true, although not in the way I was implying.

Because Spencer had changed me. Irrevocably. He taught me so much — not just about physics, literature, or criminology, either. He taught me about kindness, softness, and vulnerability. He taught me how to trust that someone could hold me without the intention of letting me go. More than anything, he taught me that I didn’t have to learn these things alone. Even the smartest man I’d ever met needed help with them sometimes.

Then again, something told me that Spencer wasn’t in a very humble mood. Perhaps it was the fact he’d pinned me down again, with his hands clumsily gripping hard enough to leave crescent moons in my forearms.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he growled with a small, chaste kiss, “You’re still just a fucking brat.”

I wasn’t feeling bratty then, though. Especially not as I felt the head of his cock pressed against me, just hard enough to feel the resistance of my body. He waited there, no doubt taking pleasure in the way my whole body squirmed underneath him. My hips bucked, but he managed to keep a cruelly steady distance.

“You’re so precious when you’re needy,” he mumbled. And although I stubbornly avoided looking him in the eyes out of protest, he forced my face towards him again, anyway. “Go on. Say please.”

“Fuck off,” I whined through a prominent pout that did me no favors.

“Say it.”

“Please!”

I managed to make eye contact, but it was fleeting. As soon as he thrust forward into me, my back arched and I lost myself in the pillows. My hands found him, though, leaving angry red welts over heated skin. If Spencer was at all affected by the pain, he made no showing of it. His pace continued, steadily forcing our bodies together until I trembled in his hands.

He would hold me there, at my limit but not pleading for him to do anything different. With tender hands, he would fuck me until I swore bruises would follow. But I never felt unsafe; I felt cared for and cherished in a way I’d never known. I trusted him to know my limits better than myself.

I trusted him with all of me because I had already seen that when given the chance, he would do whatever he could to protect me.

The love I felt must have shone through my eyes because his hips got slower, drawing out each movement. My hips rose in tandem with his, allowing me to feel every inch of him inside of me.

“This body belongs to me now and forever,” he whispered.

It always has.

“You belong to me.”

And I felt it. The undeniable string of fate that tied us to each other. I could feel his every emotion as his fingers brushed over my throat. I melted under his touch, completely consumed by the love he felt for me. The kind of love that people spent their whole lives searching for only to come up empty. That powerful thing that drove gods to war and men to madness.

The only feeling that could tear down every wall that had been carefully crafted to protect myself. Because I didn’t need them anymore. Spencer’s arms would take their place, holding me through the storms that might follow the same way he had carried me through the ones that led us here.

“Yes,” I breathed, “I’m yours.”

For forever and whatever comes after.

The words were truer than they’d ever been before, and Spencer took it as permission to let go of any remaining hesitation. The slow, gentle thrusts became faster and our moans echoed in the small room without a second thought to the poor patrons in the rooms surrounding us. Because if they felt what we did, they would understand. Spencer still tried to hush the sounds, crashing his lips over mine in a sloppy, frenzied kiss.

I was suddenly reminded of every romantic story I’d ever heard. They all spoke of feeling so close to someone that they felt like an extension of yourself. I wasn’t sure if it was completely true, but there was no denying how at home our bodies were. The way our tongues wrapped around one another and how our noses bumped so gently in the chaos was unmatched by any meeting driven by lust or need.

His hips met mine over and over again, no matter how hard I tried to keep him closer. Even when my hips chased his to be held longer, Spencer was persistent in the ruthless pace. Because like me, he was lost in the euphoria. I knew it from the sound of his whimpers and the way he bit my lip just a little bit harder.

“Tell me what you want, little girl,” he begged. Not ordered. Begged.

“You,” I answered without any doubt, “I just want you.”

His response came even faster, even more desperate and scratchy as it came through his lips into mine.

“You have me. For the rest of my life and whatever comes after, I will take care of you.”

There was nothing left to say. I could feel the truth and force behind the words as he fucked me harder, eliciting one more quiet cry from me in the sound of his name.

“Spencer...”

When he returned the call, though, it wasn’t with any name I’d heard from him before.

“So you better get used to this feeling,” he said through a smile that I felt on my lips before he drew back. He looked me in the eye as he buried himself in me, tensing to hold himself back just a few seconds longer. To see the look on my face and let that be the feeling of us giving in to each other for the first time in our new story.

“Because I’m never going to grow tired of this, Mrs. Reid.”

Mrs. Reid.

That was going to be my name.

Mrs. Reid.

That was the only thought running through my mind as I felt the coil in my gut snap and all of my muscles tense around him. There were no whorish sounds left in my lungs, only little whimpers and whines as I tried to claw him closer. Spencer gave up his visual in exchange for kissing me while he finished. My walls held him so tightly that I felt each pulse and every place where his release filled me. But nothing was more compelling than feeling the way his lip quivered between mine as his body fell onto mine with no grace required.

Spencer could act hard all he wanted, but I felt the way he craved softness. Safety. Love. All things I was happy to give… for a price.

“Say it again.”

“Say what again?” he replied sleepily but animated enough to have a healthy dose of snark. Snark that earned him a rough nudge of my elbow into his ribs.

“You know!”

But naturally, the genius had to play dumb. With a happy little hum, he snuggled closer to me, burying his face into my neck so he could mumble against the skin, “You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Please,” I sighed, “for me?”

He seemed to contemplate the plea for a little while longer, with wiggling toes I felt against my shins and a happy sigh that breezed over my neck. I tried to take in those small things while I waited, knowing that while I had a lifetime to learn them, this moment would never come again.

“Fine,” he finally settled, propping himself up to give another soft kiss followed by the most beautiful sound in the world.

“Only for you, Mrs. Reid.”

 ——  The Next Morning ——

 Waking up next to Spencer with a ring on my finger was literally waking up to find my dream come to life. And sure, his light snoring and constant wriggling under the sheets he continued to pull off of me weren’t perfect or picturesque, but they were real. The same way that he chirped when he felt my legs wrap around him in his sleep and only woke when he heard me giggling.

His eyes fluttered open, taken aback by something that he saw. Although I would blame it on the sunlight filtering through the curtains, I was sure that he would give me all the credit.

“Good morning,” he slurred.  

“Hi,” I answered with a smile and an attempt to pull him closer. But my hand was stopped by his, squeezing my palm between his fingers before dragging my knuckles to his lips. From there, he laid a gentle kiss over the diamond he’d placed there the night before. Although it was strange to be outshone by a rock, I let it go for now.

“I know you shouldn’t sleep with it on, but it’s so nice to see it’s still there,” he said with a heavy breath before lowering our still joined hands to rest against his heart. I could feel the way it beat a little bit quicker as I came closer, and I wondered if this was really what it would be like forever.

“I couldn’t resist wearing it.”

“You know you can still change your mind, right? We haven’t told anyone.”

“I haven’t changed my mind,” I replied unlike every time before. There was no teasing, no joke or anger or sadness. Just a pure, unadulterated joy.

… Of course, the question did bring up an entirely new anxiety. It did feel a bit silly, but it needs to be expressed.

“Have you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. Like he’d only asked the question to see the way I might panic. But as soon as I heard his assurance, I knew it was the truth.

My mind started to drift back to that first morning we spent together. It felt like a lifetime ago, but everything still felt so very much the same. I wondered if there were things I would change if given the chance. It wasn’t until after I ran through the laundry list of things that we would have been better off without that I realized I’d asked the wrong question.

It wasn’t a matter of what I would have changed, but what I would have kept the same. And the answer was simple. No matter what I would face in my life, I just wanted it to be with him. Everything would be okay as long as I had him.

However, when I tried to kiss him, Spencer still seemed hung up on the things he would have changed. Our lips didn’t connect for even ten seconds before he broke apart, happily laughing through the words, “This is so much better when I’m not hungover.”

“Old man.”

He didn’t argue back, wiggling under the sheets until our chests were pressed together. I took it as a very poor attempt at a power play, because instead of craning my neck to look up at him from my spot, I simply climbed his lanky figure until our noses were pressed together.

“Your old man now,” he corrected, followed by my own clarification of, “You were always mine, Dr. Reid.”

“But now you get to show everyone.” He grinned, letting go of my hand to roam over the curves of my body. His daily attempts to memorize each version of me he held. After a few more moments of silent reverence, I asked the question we’d have to face eventually, lest we face even more awkward, embarrassing moments with the team.

“Who’s gonna tell everyone?”

He barely even considered the options before he shrugged.

“Let’s just… wing it.”

I paused, certain that I’d heard it wrong. “You, Spencer Reid, would like to ‘wing it?’” I repeated, barely able to get the words out without laughing from the absurdity of it all.

But he was quick to assure me, “Yeah, I do.”

“Alright. Whatever you say,” I sighed. I figured that it wouldn’t be worth it to plan right now, anyway. It wasn’t exactly our style. If anything, we would find the perfect time completely by accident.

“You know what we should do first though?” I excitedly announced to the best audience a girl could ever ask for.

“What?”

“Coffee,” I drawled. To which he quickly answered, “I love you an ungodly amount.”

Taking full advantage of that admission, I shoved the poor soul who’d shackled himself to me forever away as I ordered, “Go turn it on. I am craving shitty hotel coffee in bed with my fiancé.”

“Fine,” he resigned with a smile while rolling out of the bed, “Spoiled brat.”

“Your spoiled brat!” I shouted back from safe under the covers that I could finally get back in his absence. They weren’t as good as him, but they would be enough for now. I buried my face into his pillow, snickering as I heard a very tired Spencer call from the bathroom, “Forever mine!”

Just as the sounds of running water filled the room, I lifted my head at the distant sound of familiar chiming beside me.

“Is that my phone?”

I didn’t answer, paralyzed in my place as I felt the most intense sensation of deja vu I’d ever experienced. Right there on the nightstand, I saw the name Hotchner.

Spencer was quicker this time to leave the bathroom, but just as he turned the corner, a thought must have stopped him. Because he paused, staring at me with hotel sheets gathered around me and his phone against my ear.  

He didn’t try to fight me for the device. In fact, he didn’t move at all, watching from a few feet away with a smile I’d never seen before. The kind that I felt so deep inside of me that I realized this was what they meant to share a soul with someone.

 “Hello,” I spoke softly and filled with love, “this is Mrs. Reid.”

 The End.

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Epilogue

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Nar dralshy'a - Rogue, Chapter 24| The Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader

Gif by: @ansonmount​

Summary: After your successful escape from Moff Gideon’s cruiser, you and Din decide to take some time off. Unfortunately, you begin to have some rather... interesting dreams. 

Warnings: 18+ Smut!!! Like, intense smut. Threesome (mmf), blowjob, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, multiple penetration, anal (m receiving, f receiving), voyeurism, masturbation, multiple orgasms, literally just... Sex. Some swearing too, injury detail - this is pure filth. 

A/N: I have nothing to say but enjoy. I feel this makes up for no chapter last week. Have fun ♥︎

(Dream scene/smut is from roughly just after the middle to the end. Skip if it isn’t your thing♥︎)

Word Count: 4.6k+

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Rogue Masterlist: 1: Solus | 2: Arir | 3: Tor | 4: Gaa'tayl ^ | 5: Kyr’am | 6: Cabur ^ | 7: Ret'urcye Mhi | 8: Haran | 9. E’tad | 10: Tome * | 11: Aliit Ori'shya Tal'din * | 12: Mar’eyce**^ | 13: Kov’nyn | 14: Ne’tra ^ | 15: Or’dinii | 16: Dar | 17: Haalur | 18: Mesh’la** | 19: Talyc ^^ | 20: Jorhaa'ir ^^ | 21: Hibirar | 22: Jetii’kad | 23: Tracinya| 24: Nar dralshy’a**| 

Mando’a Translation: Nar dralshy'a - Put your back into it

Din is alive. Din is alive. Din is alive. Din is alive. Din is alive. 

Those words repeated like a frantic mantra in your head, the whole way back to Boba’s ship. 

You encountered no one, even as Din stumbled and staggered along between you all. 

You knew that it mortified him, having to be half carried. But there was no way he could move on his own. And he was hovering on the edge of unconsciousness as it was. 

Din tipped his head back, looking at you through his cracked visor, “You came back for me…” His words were a little slurred and awestruck, like he was dreaming. The utter tone of disbelief broke your heart. 

This man had been left so many times…  Could he even comprehend that you’d brought a team to infiltrate an Imperial Cruiser, face down not only Moff Gideon, but also a Shadow King from legend, and still walk – stumble – out of here? 

Probably not. 

You looked down at him, wishing you could caress his face, his jaw – anything. “Of course I came back for you. I’d always come back for you.”  You pressed your forehead to his, in that beloved keldabe kiss that meant so much to you both. 

Din let out a soft huff of breath, maybe a smile beneath the visor…

And then collapsed. 

~~~

~~

The following four hours were some of the worst of your life. Ahsoka and yourself had used your powers to assess his injuries and… The poor man was battered. 

How he had survived a fall like that in a body full of rock hard beskar, you would never, ever know. 

Clearly the Maker was watching out for him. 

Regardless, healing him came with its own set of difficulties. 

Naturally, you couldn’t remove Din’s armour, so you and Ahsoka had to make do with healing through it… Which meant you had no idea if what you did actually worked, since he was still out cold. 

You’d managed to pop his shoulder back in, one of you pushing with the Force and the other pulling – even if it had sent another crack through his collarbone that you swore you could feel in your own body. 

Hour by hour, you worked carefully to heal your fallen warrior. 

Even after those four hours, after you were emotionally, mentally, and physically spent, he still wasn’t fully healed. His ankle remained sprained beneath his boot, his broken bones still requiring at least a week’s rest and as for any lingering effects in his head and internal organs… Well, that was something you would have to monitor yourself over the coming days. 

Din had started to stir during the treatment on his ribs, groaning in pain with his skin flushed and clammy beneath the armour – or so you gathered from the thin strip of skin showing at his wrist. Ahsoka had quickly pushed him back into unconsciousness, where he still remained now. 

He was laying on a collection of cloaks and blankets, on the only bit of free floor space at the back of the ship – he was a rather tall, broad man. You were curled on the floor next to him, his gloved hand clasped between two of yours and you just watched his covered face. 

More than anything, you wish you were able to see him. 

See that face that you already cherished, held so dear in your heart without even needing to see it. 

He could have died, and you would never have known the colour of his eyes.

You respected his Creed, never questioned it, but… You would be lying if you didn’t admit that lately, that urge to see him had become a living, breathing thing. 

To see his lips, curling up into a smile… Maybe he had dimples. 

The frown as the kid did something, or as he thought about some random question you’d asked out of the blue and he couldn’t comprehend how that even made sense to the current conversation. Like that time, you asked if knew they were droids, and if they wanted to be something else. Which had then prompted a two-hour long discussion with Din arguing that droids were programmed and you insisting they had some spectrum of natural emotion that wasn’t programmed in. 

You wished you could see the light of a sunrise turning his eyes molten, or to see what they looked like as he gazed at you. The love that would shine through them. 

Or to watch his expressions when the pair of you were together, to see those eyes darken with desire for you, or his face contort in pleasure as you worshipped him. 

You sighed softly, resting your chin on your knees and you held his gloved hand between your own. 

These thoughts continued to swirl around you mind as you massaged his palm and fingers, letting the sounds of the others become a lulling background murmur. 

Did he think you wouldn’t love him? Was that it?

You couldn’t exactly assure him... He would think you were asking for him to take it off, that you weren’t happy. 

And you were happy. More than happy, with whatever he could offer you. The man had shown you how to live, rather than just survive. 

“Maybe you actually should ask him about that, darling. Ask him why he will willingly die for you… but still won’t show you his face.” 

Your body locked up at that silken whisper in your head, the same voice that had followed you from the Cruiser, the same voice that had stalked you for years. 

His voice. 

You hadn’t told anyone that he was in your head again, nor did you tell anyone about the beast now slumbering in your chest, one ear pricked up to listen for that call. That same beast that had purred when you destroyed – there was no other word for it – those Stormtroopers in the hallway. 

The act you had pulled off before stabbing Haran… You weren’t entirely sure how much of it was pretend. 

“I knew it. You can’t fool me. Or rather, you don’t need to fool me, darling. All I want it for you to have everything you deserve, and more. I could make you a Queen.” 

A Queen. 

Ruling over people he decided were less worthy? No thank you. 

You were happy here, with your friends. Your family. You didn’t need darkness or fear… Just this. 

“If that’s what you choose to believe. But you know, deep down… You crave it. I know the beast slumbering in you, darkling. It won’t be long before it wakes up.”

Just before you could spiral too deep into the thoughts he was putting into your head, you felt Din’s fingers twitch in yours, just briefly. 

Your heart leapt into your throat and you dropped your knees to sit up straighter, “Lori?” You were still around your friends, after all, so the nickname came out. 

“You didn’t think I’d give up that easily, did you?” His rough baritone filled your senses, hoarse and slightly pained but unmistakeably Din. 

Something broke in your chest, like it caved in and a sob caught in your throat, “Oh.” You blinked down at his shiny head, and then dropped your own to his chest, not caring that it was hard and cold. It was him. He was okay. 

You’d fixed him up and he was okay and here and… safe. 

A soft chuckle rumbled beneath you and his free hand cupped the back of your head, “Hey… I survived a fall and kidnapping… I’m sure I could suffer through your nursing.” His thumb stroked over your hair, cradling you to the beskar chest and you swore you could hear his heart beating beneath it. 

“You’re lucky you still need to finish healing, otherwise I would be beating your ass for all of this.” Your words were mumbled through tears, breath fogging up the beskar and you slid your arm up under his shoulder, shivering a little. 

Din laughed again – shallowly, his ribs were still sore – and pressed the chin of his helmet against your head gently, “Oh, I know. I’m waiting for it, believe me.” He squeezed your hand, just savouring the feel of you in his arms, allowing himself to relax. You were here with him, not on the Cruiser – and not a slave to Haran’s persuasion. 

There was the pitter-patter of many feet, and then a tiny green body began to clamber up the beskar mountain, “Bah.” 

Din lifted his head, watching as Grogu crawled along his belly and plopped down just near your head, reaching out with grabby hands. “Hey, kid…” His voice turned a little thicker as you let go of his hand, so he could pull the kid closer. 

“He missed you… He cried every night and put up a hell of a fight when we left him with Boba.” It was true, Grogu had attempted to use his powers on you all, until you managed to soothe him – and put him in Boba’s helmet, purely so he couldn’t clamber out of the beskar bucket. 

Plus, it was ridiculously adorable, watching him spin around in the helmet until his tears melted into high giggles. 

Din was most likely raising his eyebrows underneath his helmet, stroking Grogu’s cheek with his thumb, “Is that true, you little womp rat?” 

Grogu cooed, tilting his head into Din’s hand and blinking those big, glossy eyes – the picture of innocence. 

A mewl came from behind you, and then Duru hopped nimbly onto Din’s belly – earning a soft oof from him because she’s not exactly light. She settled on his belly, curling her tail around her clawed feet and a rumbly purr came from her chest. 

You smiled slowly, reaching out to stroke her ears, “Oh, and this one spent every night howling. I had no idea Loth cats could even make a noise like that but… Here we are. I’m sure the others will be eager to get rid of us and the rabble.” 

“Damn, straight. I’m an old man, I need peace and quiet when I sleep.” Boba’s gravelly voice travelled from the cockpit, a sign that though they were all trying very hard to pretend not to be listening, he couldn’t help himself. 

A warm chuckle slipped from your lips as you shook your head, settling as close to Din as you could, his hand on your head trailing down your spine and coming to rest at the small of your back, “See.”

Din didn’t answer with words, but with a soft sniffle – like he was crying. 

Worry careened through you and you touched the edge of his visor, “Hey… Why are you crying? Are you in pain?” You reached out a hand, ready to soothe any discomfort that may have cropped up. 

Grogu made a little questioning noise, crawling to Din’s chest and patting the edge of the helmet, his ears flapping, like he too was worried. 

Din shook his head, clearing his throat but his voice was still choked, “It’s just… I’ve been on my own for… years. Been hurt, captured, attacked more times than I can count but…” He looked over you all, motioned to the cockpit, “I’ve never had this. A rescue team… A family who missed me. It’s still… so new.” His words seemed a little unsure, like he still wasn’t used to voicing such vulnerabilities aloud either. 

His uncertainty melted you, and you slid your hand up as if cupping his cheek, meeting the horizontal band of his visor, where you always seemed to look directly into his eyes, “Me either… But this is our clan, remember? Our family. And no matter what, we will always come back for each other. Even if we take on bases of Imperial troops and fall out of the sky.” You gave him a cheeky smile, your eyes soft and adoring. 

The eye roll was nearly audible, but he still chuckled, sliding his hand up to cup the back of your neck and pull you down for a keldabe kiss, “You are insufferable.” 

Your eyes closed, hand moving down to rest over the fabric on his neck, “Ah, but you still love me for it.” 

Din let out a playful, long suffering sigh, “I suppose I do, don’t I?” He was grinning beneath the helmet though, revelling in this feeling of his family clustered around him, his kids curled on his chest and his friends just a little way away. 

No longer alone. 

“Well, I love you too.”

~~~

~~

A little while later, you were all clustered in the cockpit, saying your thank you’s and temporary goodbyes. 

Boba was going to fly the pair of you to where they’d stashed the Razor Crest, and then escort you to the nearest jump point. From there, Din had informed you that you would be going to a Sanctuary planet. 

The same one he had scoped out for himself and Grogu all that time ago, way before any of this. 

You both deserved a break – the kids too. 

You were looking forward to it, the chance to just… be free, even for a little while. To feel the sun on your skin, to be able to dip your feet in the cool water of a babbling brook and chase the kids through trees and fields of exotic flowers. 

To not think about other things for a while. 

Before too long, you were making your way into the Crest, and then into the sky. 

Home. 

Boba and the others escorted you to the jump point as promised, where you waved goodbye and then you were in hyperspace again, as if nothing had ever happened. 

Of course, the events of the past week would have repercussions. You’d be a fool to think otherwise… But for now, you didn’t want to think about that. You just wanted to be with your family, and rest. 

Even if it did mean going back to the cramped little bed that barely fit your body on, let alone yourself and Din. 

But it was familiar, and it was home. 

Maybe we could upgrade after the Sanctuary planet… I could convince him. 

You fell asleep thinking of plans and ways to convince your Mandalorian to shell out some credits and upgrade this sorry excuse for a bed. 

At some point in the night, a haze overtook your dreamless sleep, pulling you into a place that you weren’t even aware of…

~~~

~~

“You beautiful thing… Look at your Mandalorian. Look at him, darling.” Haran’s scarred hands roamed your back, massaging the flesh, scraping his nails down either side of your spine to your ass cheeks. “Let him see the look on his face as I fuck you.”

A breathy moan escaped your lips, your back arching up like a cat’s and then further, as the blunt head of Haran’s cock nudged your soaking entrance and then slipped inside. 

Stars above. 

Haran was as long as Din was, but a little thicker. Enough to stretch your walls almost a little painfully, but Maker did it feel amazing. 

Your head dropped down, your arms trembling slightly where they held you up and you let out a noise that was sinful. “Fuck…” Your back arched a little more, feeling him settle deep inside you, nudging far within you and filling you up deliciously, in a way somehow different to Din. 

A soft snarl came from above you, and then one of Haran’s hands wrapped around your throat, yanking your head back up with the pressure, “I said, look at him.” He squeezed your neck, cutting of your air enough to send your eyes to the back of your head momentarily before they settled on Din. 

He was seated on a couch at the end of the bed, shadows wreathed around his body which must have been bare underneath. His helmet and gloves remained on, and he was focused on you, on Haran.

The thought of Din being naked, his bare skin on show underneath those shadows… that made you even wetter, made your walls clench around Haran’s cock and earn a grunt from the Shadow King.  

Over Din’s shoulder, a big, ornate framed glass rested on the dark walls, a mirror that reflected his bed. 

Of course there was. 

You were entranced by it, torn between watching Din and watching yourself, with Haran’s lean, toned body rising up behind you as he began to move, taking you deep and rough with his scarred hands gripping your hips with bruising strength. 

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your swollen lips parted in ecstasy as you rocked backward, meeting Haran with each movement, so that the room filled with the filthy sound of his balls hitting your slicked body, sending jolts of pressure through your clit. 

His hand remained squeezing around your throat, and he bent his body down over yours to meet your gaze in the mirror, white teeth flashing and he bit at your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, “You like me fucking you, don’t you? You like seeing him watch me fuck you.” 

A keening noise escaped your lips, your own teeth sinking into your lower lip as a trail of blood rang down your shoulder, “Yes – fuck, yes.” You jolted back against him, wanting to feel him tomorrow, wanted to not be able to walk. “Harder.” 

Haran let out a dark, velvet chuckle against your shoulder, his tongue darting out to catch the bead of blood and he hummed in ecstasy at your taste, “As you wish, my Queen.” He rose back up straight behind you, and began a brutal, bruising pace. 

The relentless thud of his cock against your g-spot made your brain disconnect form your body for a second, your vison blanking before it cleared again.  

Din groaned long and deep, leaning forward for a better view, fascinated by the scene before him.

Watching as someone else, the Shadow-King no less, fucked his cyar'ika. 

And it was driving him absolutely feral. 

The very image of you, that pleasure on your face as Haran drove into you, was killing him. He always thought he would hate it, absolutely despise the very notion of another man touching you. But Haran was different, there was no denying. He was embroidered into the fabric of your lives, whether Din liked it or not. 

And now, here he was, his dick positively weeping as he beheld the scene before him, his skin tight and itchy with desire. 

The smooth, worn leather of his gloves was torturous over his aching cock, unable to resist curling his hand around his length, moving in time with you and Haran. 

Din couldn’t look away… Especially as Haran pulled out, then slammed back into you instantly, hand tightening even tighter around your throat. He circled his hips, hitting all the spots Din knew himself and then your eyes squeezed shut, heady release crashing over you and your arms gave way as you moaned – no, screamed - Haran’s name. 

He kept fucking you, pounding into you again and again, as you cried your pleasure into the bed covers, Haran’s seed soon dripping between your thighs as he came too. 

And Din wasn’t sure who was most jealous of Haran… or you. To be the one making you scream, making your body contort like some kind of goddess, or to be the one on his hands and knees with that mouth-watering length breaking him apart. 

Maker, he was going to explode just from the sheer thought of that. 

Like you’d read his mind, you lifted your head, your eyes blown impossibly wide with lust and you reached out for him, eyes focused hungrily on his throbbing length. 

Your tongue darted out, licking over your swollen bottom lip and then he was right there. 

You wasted no time, those devilish lips lowering over his cock and then the hot, silken smoothness of your mouth encased him. 

You both moaned again in unison, the sound vibrating through Din’s head and you eagerly lapped up the bead of precum leaking from his tip. 

You didn’t think you would ever get bored of Din’s taste, the feeling of him heavy in your mouth as you bobbed your head, sinking down deep enough that your nose brushed his curls and he slipped down your throat. He was like velvet wrapped steel, and you would never get enough. 

Din stuttered a curse, his gloved hand fisting in your hair and holding you there, “F-fuck, sweetheart…” His helmet tilted back, groans spilling from it as you swallowed. 

Haran was rapidly hardening again inside you, watching you swallow down Din’s length and he was suddenly moving again, fucking you rough and deep, causing your body to rock around your Mandalorian’s cock. “That’s it, darling…. Good girl…” His hand dragged up your back to your head, entwining with Din’s and the pair of them bobbed your head up and down. 

A muffled moan slipped from your throat, the three of you setting a pace as Din began to jerk his hips into your mouth, working in tandem with Haran’s pace. 

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mixed with the scent of both boys, creating an intoxicating aroma that would cling to you all for days to come. 

As you swirled your tongue along the underside of Din’s length, you heard the tell-tale schwoomp of a helmet being removed. 

A trace of panic made your body lock up for a second, before Din’s hand stroked through your hair, “Easy, sweetheart, it’s okay.” 

Something cool brushed over your eyes, and you realised Haran had set a blindfold of shadow around your head and must be wearing one of his own. 

You briefly wondered why, before you heard the faintly wet noise of a messy, swollen kiss above your head – the boys making out as they fucked and were fucked by you, all three of you racing to push each other off that cliff of pleasure first.

A haze overtook the dream, changing the scene and then there you were, reclined on a luxurious sofa, furs scattered beneath your body. 

The pleasant burning hum in your bones signified that you had just received yet another mind-blowing release, clearly reclined here to recover because the couch was situated at the end of the bed. 

Facing it. 

And on top… Din, helmet still on and those dreamy shadows still surrounding his body like a shield. But perhaps they were courtesy of Haran, because the King of Shadows was kneeling in front, back pressed to Din’s chest… As Din rocked in and out of him from behind, gloved hands gripping his hips to hold him in place. 

Holy Maker above. 

Your humming body instantly tightened, snapping to attention as wetness flooded the tops of your thighs. Eyes still firmly on your boys, you reclined back further, spreading your legs and slipping a hand between them. 

You traced slow, lazy circles around your clit, the silky slickness aiding in smooth movements to slowly begin another fire. 

Haran tilted his chin down from resting on Din’s shoulder, his arm stretched above him with his hand on the back of Din’s neck, “Look at that. Our little princess likes watching you fuck me, Lori.” His liquid voice was rough with lust and pleasure, his obsidian eyes burning like black fire. His other scarred hand was pumping over his swollen cock, moving in time with Din’s deep thrusts. 

Din groaned, his helmet tilted down and tucked into Haran’s neck  and you knew his eyes were darting between their bodies, and your fingers, “Good.” He gripped Haran’s hips tighter, thrusting particularly deep into his ass and both men moaned in unison, “Keep your eyes on her when I make you come.” 

A keening moan left your lips, two fingers slipping down and inside your aching walls. You didn’t know where to look, what to focus on first, particular when Din’s gloved hand covered Haran’s and guided it faster over the Shadow King’s considerable length. “Harder, Lori.” 

Din chuckled, low and rough, “Your wish is my command, mesh’la.” He obeyed your order, leaning forward so that Haran’s body folded slightly, allowing him a better angle to fuck up into him, deep, pounding movements of hips that had both men’s bodies jerking beautifully. 

Your trio of moans bounced around the dimly lit room, the faint squeak of the bed and the sound of Din’s balls slapping against Haran’s skin… 

The haze came over again, bringing with it a medley of different scenes – your lips round Haran’s cock, whilst Din lay beneath you, his tongue spearheading up into you. The three of you engaged in a messy kiss, the boys at your mercy as you moved your hands in torturous paces, making them fall apart at the same time and coat your thighs. And then Din, his long, lean body folded into the bed as Haran worked him over, first with his fingers and then his own length, all whilst Din lapped and sucked at your aching folds, his tongue inside you again. 

It cleared once more.

You were spent, leaning back into Haran’s chest, feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm shudder through you. You had no idea which one it was now. Your brain had given up in trying to keep count, surrendering itself to the overwhelming pleasure of your two boys worshipping your body. You were seated between them, both of them inside you still, body numb with the new pleasure from where Haran was currently softening inside your ass.

And the absolute mind melting experience of earlier, watching the pair of them fuck each other as you recovered.

“Come on, darling. We know you have more in you…” Soft lips grazed the shell of your ear, a cool wash of Haran’s breath tickling and making goosebumps rise to the surface. 

Then, Din’s large, warm hands caressed your hips, your thighs, massaging the flesh with a firm grip to regain the feeling in them, “He’s right, cyar’ika. I know you have more in you… I know you want more already. You’re so good, sweetheart, you take us both so well… Want to go again?”

A breathless moan escaped your lips, your body wrecked and numb but at their twin voices, the deep purr that lined them both… The heat rose low in your belly again and you craved the feeling of them both once, filling you up, pushing you over the edge as the you all moved in a perfect, dark harmony… 

~~~

~~

You startled awake, bolt upright with the sound of seductive laughter in your ears and the twin feel of lips ghosting over your skin. 

What. 

The actual. 

Fuck?!

It took you a moment to work out that it was a dream, that you were curled up with just Din in your small bed, the engine humming as autopilot took you to a Sanctuary planet. 

Lifting a hand to your face, you felt how flushed your skin was, heat still pooling between your legs and your heart pounded. You were soaked – clearly having reached a silent high in your sleep. 

What in Maker’s name was that? 

Stars above you needed a drink. 

You slipped from the bed, Din barely stirring - no wonder, he hadn’t slept the whole time he’d been away. 

You padded through the ship to the kitchen area and poured yourself a glass of the nearest alcohol you could find – trying to ignore the fact that your thighs were a little sticky. 

Why were you have fantasies about Din and Haran?

Trauma?

Maybe you were sick?

Yeah. Yeah that’s it. Sickness. Maybe even a fever. 

“Oh my love, this is no sickness. You’re dreaming about us because you want it. Your knight of light and your demon of the dark. You can pretend all you like, but you’re drawn to me.”

Haran. 

He was in your head - of course he was. 

You growled, slamming the glass down with more force than was necessary. Your body trembled, either with anger or the aftershocks of what you had just imagined. 

You recognised the wave in your mind, similar to when Ahsoka spoke to you through the Force. “Get the fuck out of my head, you creep.” 

That dark, velvet laughter again, “You think I sent you the dream? Oh, darling. You were the one practically throwing it at me. Here I was, trying to enjoy a nice dream and what should pop into my head but something like that? I always knew you had it in you, darling. ”

Heat flushed your cheeks again, along with anger, “Get. Out.”

Haran practically purred, “You, Me and Lori, wrapped up together. Now, I have no qualms about a crowd, but I have to admit, I was a little surprised that you would send it to me.” 

You shook your head, as if you could throw him out like that. 

He continued, his voice flowing through your body, just like his lips and tongue had, the way his phantom power had provided you pleasure whilst Din explored other parts of you, “You like the idea of two men worshipping you, don’t you darling?” He was quiet, like he was reading you, “Oh, you don’t care who it is. You just want to be worshipped. And you want to watch me and your knight fuck too? Oh, you dirty little girl… Does he know? Does he know that you want to watch and be watched… That you want to try everything?”

You hissed, pushing against the feeling of him in your mind, trying to force him out but you felt his silken shadows sneaking through your body, felt the phantom brush of his hands – and other parts of him – and to your utter horror, you realised you were growing wet again. 

And a dark part of you was desperate to yield to it. To succumb to that darkness and let it wash through you. 

No. 

Get a grip. 

“Fuck. Off.” 

Unbidden, your dream started to come back to you again, the boys on their knees before you, their hands, their tongues. And not only that, but the sight of them together, their bodies rocking and writhing in rhythm - 

Another growl ripped from your chest,  even as you ached to slip your fingers inside – or to go and wake Din up and fly to wherever Haran was - “Enough.” You threw the word through space to him, slamming it into his mind with a full wave of power. 

A final dark chuckle, and then he slipped from your mind, leaving you in peace. 

Well, as peaceful as you could be, with the tingles on your skin and the dampness between your thighs.

It was going to be a long night. 

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Worst Flash Storylines and Plot Ideas of All Time

As you’ve probably ascertained from the general contents of this blog, the Flash is my favorite comic book series. I love the characters and most of the stories. However, just like any series that’s been around for eighty years (counting the Jay Garrick stuff), the Flash does, unfortunately, have some truly terrible stories and plot ideas. 

In terms of terrible plot ideas that didn’t completely ruin the surrounding stories: 

1. Barry Allen uses the Mirror Master’s mirrors to manipulate Iris into agreeing to start dating him again (Flash #109). Creepy, Barry. Just creepy. The story is great Silver Age fun otherwise. 

2. Iris West: meanest woman alive. Iris was, by and large, incredibly awful to Barry up until maybe about a year before their 1966 marriage. Almost every time she shows up in an early Silver Age issue, you will admire her daring and independence (this is good) and be bewildered as to why on Earth Barry would want to spend time with a woman who is constantly calling him slow, lazy, and ambition-less (this is not good). It doesn’t really affect any one issue too much, but when read in a conglomerate, she starts looking really awful. Although as bad as Early Silver Age Iris seems as a romantic interest, she’s got nothing on Silver Age Superman and Lois Lane, the most dysfunctional couple in the DCU. 

3. Wally West’s zero-effort code name and costume (Flash #110). It really could not be more obvious how little effort the writers were putting into creating this character. The duplicate origin is also pretty cheesy, but there are enough differences from Barry’s origin for it not to frustrate me. But the name “Kid Flash” and the fact that his first costume was literally identical to Barry’s just feel incredibly lazy. Barry and Wally do have an adorable dynamic in the issue, though, so it’s by no means all bad. 

4. Barry Allen waiting an entire year after his marriage to tell his wife that he’s really the Flash. Frustrating and unnecessary; especially since Joan Garrick had been in on her husband’s secret since the 1940s. 

5. Iris Allen is FROM THE FUTURE. I both love and hate this idea. It’s so perfectly comic-booky, but at the same time, it opened the floodgates for the Allen family being a confusing, time-displaced mess. 

6. The Trial of Barry Allen. This one’s weird. I like many of the individual issues in this arc, and I actually think the last two issues are really great as an ending for Barry Allen’s original run, but this storyline dragged on for waaaaaay too long. There’s a reason I call it the Arc that Never Ends. Also, the titular trial is actually the least interesting part of the entire storyline. His battles with the Rogues and Kadabra are far more interesting. 

7. Wally West’s borderline creepy, chauvinistic attitude towards women under Mike Baron (and, to a much lesser extent, William Messner-Loebs). There’s being a hormonal twenty-something, and then there’s going through girlfriends at the rate other people change their socks. Messner-Loebs mostly avoided this issue by making it clear that Wally was under intense psychological stress that was negatively impacting his behavior, but under Baron and in some of his JLE appearances, he comes across as a real creep around women. 

8. Kadabra overkill under Mark Waid: I like Kadabra, but when he’s the main villain in like four distinct arcs, it gets to be a bit much. It’s like modern Eobard. He is legitimately written well, though, so he doesn’t drag down any of the stories too much. 

9. Pointlessly Dead Rogues: Killing off the Rogues in Underworld Unleashed for no good reason (the rest of the story is great, especially the Trickster). 

10. Pointlessly Dead Rogues 2: Electric Boogaloo: The Golden Glider’s pointless death to build up a character who was himself killed two issues later. (The rest of the story is decent.) Also, the treatment of Lisa in general post-Crisis is frustrating, since she becomes considerably more unhinged than she was before. 

11. Any time Waid tried to write McCulloch, with the exception of Flash vol. 2 #105 (and even there, he seemed off). It’s like he forgot Evan wasn’t Sam. 

12. Apparently, the Top trying to blow up both Central City and half the world makes him a loser? Also, he suddenly hates Piper for no readily apparent reason. (At least the story had some good Piper and Wally bits.) 

13. BARRY ALLEN HAS A SECRET EVIL TWIN! DUN DUN DUN! (The rest of the story, where we get to meet a whole whack of interesting future Flashes, is actually pretty good, but whoo boy, the Malcolm reveal feels like it came straight out of a soap opera.) 

14. In order for Captain Cold to ANGST, the Golden Glider’s pointless death remained in place for over ten years. It did give us a really, really good Capt. Cold story, at least...but it’s still fridging. 

15. Rainbow Raider’s mean-spirited murder by Blacksmith. Poor Roy. 

16. Albert Desmond becomes Hannibal Lecter, only twenty times as rude, for a Gotham Central arc that would’ve been terrific without him as the main villain. 

17. Owen Mercer is an idiotic child murderer and gets killed by the Rogues. Why was this necessary? (The rest of Blackest Night: The Flash is pretty good.) 

18. Josh Jackam-Mardon’s murder. The murder of small children for shock value is pretty gross. Especially since nothing was ever really done with it. 

19. Barry’s PARENTS ARE DEEEEAAAAD! (Okay, it’s really just his mom, but still. This is a very frustrating retcon, since originally his parents were alive and well until after his own death.) 

20. Albert Desmond was Barry’s jerk coworker; which never impacted the plot or led to anything. As a result, it’s just another frustrating retcon. 

21. Sam Scudder murdered someone before becoming the Mirror Master. Yet another Johns retcon that never went anywhere and only serves to darken the Silver and Bronze Age stories after the fact. 

22. Flashpoint (a decent story) wiped out a whole bunch of characters I really liked from existence for several years. Evan McCulloch’s still not back. 

23. Giving the Rogues metahuman powers doesn’t suit them, on the whole. They work better without them. 

24. Roy’s second pointless, brutal death in (I think) Forever Evil. 

25. IT WAS MEEEEE, BARRY! After serving as the main villain for like six arcs in eight years, I’m glad that Eobard finally seems to be getting a rest. The level of bad things he was responsible for was getting ridiculous. 

26. Sam/Lisa. WHY? (The only time it even kind of worked was in Forever Evil.) 

In terms of entire storylines I didn’t like: 

1. The Flash: The Most Terribly Written Man Alive. Poor Bart is aged up with no adequate explanation, loses all the traits that made him a likeable character, fights some awful villains, and then is murdered by the badly OOC Rogues. Meanwhile, Inertia goes from an at least somewhat sympathetic villain to a complete psychopath with little explanation, a murder is retconned into one of Captain Cold’s reformed periods, the Pied Piper and the Trickster completely forget that they’re supposed to be reformed, Abra Kadabra inexplicably teams up with the Rogues despite generally being a solo operative, and all of the Rogues act like total morons, willingly following a teenage speedster for no adequately explained reason. UGH. 

2. Countdown to Infinite Crisis: Even though Piper and Trickster were probably the best part of Countdown, that isn’t saying much. Both of them are uncharacteristically stupid (especially James), and James is a grade-A jerk to Piper for no reason. Also, both of them continue to forget that they reformed, and then James gets brutally murdered and Piper almost loses his mind. Also, the other Rogues cameo, and continue to act like idiots. Countdown: it really does ruin everything it touches. 

Superboy Prime will kill you! He’ll kill you to DEATH! And after you read Countdown, you’ll wish he had killed you to death. 

3. The Identity Crisis Tie-In Retcon: So, you know all that awesome character development the Rogues have had over the years? Well, forget all that, because it was all just Roscoe brainwashing them! Which was something he could definitely do before this story! And why did he do this? Why, because Barry Allen, one of the most upstanding men in the DCU, brainwashed him! Also, apparently, the Top had a huge bodycount that we never heard about back in the Bronze Age, because we need even MORE grimdark retcons for our cheerful Silver/Bronze Age history! I like Geoff Johns’ work, I really do....but BOY HOWDY does he need to lay off on the retcons sometimes. 

4. Identity Crisis: With the exception of Owen’s introduction and the establishment of the relationship between him and Digger, this story was pretty awful all around. More specifically, as far as the Flash was concerned, it was responsible for Digger’s second pointless death. It also killed off poor Jack Drake and poor, mistreated Sue Dibney, who deserved MUCH better. And the Justice League, including Barry, are A-OK with brainwashing, apparently. Comics are fun! 

These last two stories are pretty recent, and they did have some parts I liked, but on the whole I felt they also belonged on the list. 

5. The Trickster finally returns! Hurrah! Except it turns out that he’s way more like the Joker now than he ever was before, and he mind-controls the city in a super-creepy way. A very disappointing return for the character, especially since it was set up really well. 

6. Forever Evil: Captain Cold becomes a murderous dictator with a stupid Santa Beard, all of the Rogues get horrible costumes, and Sam completes his mutation into Evan-in-all-but-name. There are some good characters bits in the story (even for Cold), but on the whole, I found the story to just be unlikeable and depressing and thought Cold was pretty out-of-character. Poor Commander Cold....

So, what are your least favorite Flash storylines and plot ideas? 

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ZoroSan 5/11/21 (fluff /smut)

Zoro Wanted to play with Sanji’s hair. It looked soft and was the perfect length to create little braids with. He kept this small wish to himself though, if people knew they’d probably think he’s gay or a perv. It was getting dark out as the crew headed into the dining room on the Merry. It was small but it allowed them to eat together. No one but Luffy fully trusted Nico Robin, but it was the unspoken rule that they always eat together. She entered with no verbal complaints from the crew, but many doubtful looks were shot her way. Luffy, not understanding the tension spoke up.

“Come! Sit by me. Don't worry, I don't bite… unless you're made of beef, then maybe.” She laughed and strolled over to sit by the captain. They dined in silence at first but then again, Luffy couldn't read a room to save him.

“DONE! Sanji! I want more.” Sanji shot him an irritated look.

“Well, we don't have any extra. I couldn’t just leave this poor mademoiselle to starve tonight. Since I made hotpot I couldn't just ‘make more’ so the extra serving that I usually leave for you went to her.” Luffy’s stomach growled as if he hadn’t just eaten a larger serving than the rest of the crew.

Zoro, tired of the nonsense, spoke up, “Here, Luffy. You can have my serving. I'm not that hungry anyway, I've got my Sake to fill up on.” Luffy grabbed the plate from across the table without asking any more questions. Zoro left the dining area and walked around to the back of the Merry, past the tangerines. He sat down, a jug of alcohol in hand, and waited for everyone to finish eating. After what seemed like 15 minutes, he heard the door open and the footsteps of his crewmates. In the distance, he heard a conversation.

“Mmmm-- I'm sleepy guys, should we hit the sack?” that had to be Luffy.

“Might as well, we have nothing else to do.” he assumed that was Nami.

“I’ll start watch rotation tonight, it's been almost a week since I have.” Oh, great. Sanji is on watch. Zoro knew that as soon as everyone went to the sleeping quarters he was going to harass him about filling up on Sake and giving away a good meal. No one objected and he heard the footsteps become distant. Surprisingly, Sanji didn't come to Zoro.

“Maybe the cook finally learned he can't control my habits,” he whispered to himself. He sat a while longer, drinking in silence. He started thinking about braiding Sanji's hair again. Imagining doing little braids with his bangs. He imagined running his fingers through it and seeing Sanji smiling as he did so. His fantasy was interrupted by the click of a door and footsteps coming his way.

“Ah, so he is gonna scold me,” Zoro mumbled. Sanji turned the corner and walked to where Zoro was sitting cross-legged. Zoro looked at the ground already annoyed despite Sanji not saying anything yet. Sanji sat next to him and rather than starting to reprimand him, he set a plate in front of him with a sandwich. Zoro looked up towards Sanji. He was staring out at the ocean, looking calmer than usual. Zoro picked up the sandwich and began to eat silently. They sat there together for a bit until finally Zoro was finished eating. He set the plate down in front of him. They continued to sit together in silence, just staring out at the ocean.

“You really shouldn’t be drinking so much, it's bad for your health,” Sanji said, finally breaking the silence.

“So you did come to scold me! And you can’t talk. Every time I see you, you're smoking! How many packs even is that a day?”

Laughing, Sanji replied, “Okay, fine I'll shut up, and it's three.”

“Three what?”

“Three packs a day.”

Zoro looked at him with eyes filled with concern and fear. He took another large swig from his jug. They continued sitting in silence. He wanted to touch Sanji’s hair again. Maybe he could play it off as trying to get something out of it. Maybe if he gets a chance to touch it he won’t want to anymore and he won't focus on it as much. Maybe he could just ask to touch it… no that couldn't happen; either Sanji would be weirded out and leave or he would use it to make fun of him with the others. Plan A it is then.

He looked over at Sanji and reached his hand out. He grabbed a small lock of his hair and pretended that he was grabbing something small. It was soft, softer than he imagined actually. Sanji turned and looked at Zoro.

“You had something in your hair. It was bugging me.”

“Oh okay, thanks,” Sanji said, looking away, covering most of his face with his arm. It may have just looked that way since it was dark, but Zoro thought his ears were really red. He ignored it and took another large swig.

“Hey, Sanji. I want you to make me a deal.”

“Uh, what are the conditions?” Sanji replied hesitantly.

“Well, I want to do something, but you can't tell the others and you can't get weirded out.”

“And what do I get?”

“I won’t drink alcohol for three days.”

Sanji was interested in seeing how he would cope with that and accepted. Zoro turned his body and raised his hand to Sanji's head. Sanji closed his eyes and expected a slap, but was surprised when Zoro pat his head softly. He started running his fingers through it and separating it into sections.

“What are you even doing?”

“Braiding your hair,” he said in a monotone voice. He continued to section off his hair before starting to twist it into a loose braid. He continued his work until all of the hair on the front half of Sanji’s head was in braids. When he finished he moved back to his original position and took another swig.

“What was that even about…?”

“Just felt like styling it up a bit,” Zoro responded. Sanji didn't ask any further questions as he ran his fingers through to undo the braids. Once again, they sat in silence staring at the sea.

“Zoro, I want to make a deal.”

“Original today aren’t we?”

“Shut up, I’m being serious. same conditions as yours.”

“And?”

“I won’t smoke for three days,” Sanji said hesitantly.

“You literally chose the same template as mine.”

They stared at each other for a second.

“Fine, deal,” he said after a moment. Sanji moved toward Zoro looking into his eyes. Zoro couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Sanji raised his hand and covered Zoro’s eyes. Zoro felt to tired t even question why he did that but then his question was answered with something he didn't expect. He felt a soft peck against his lips. When Sanji removed his hand from over his eyes he looked at the pink tint dotting Sanji’s cheeks. Strangely enough, Zoro wasn’t mad. Why wasn’t he mad? Was there something wrong with him? Why did it kind of feel nice? With these questions circling in his head, he continued to stare at Sanji, who was getting redder by the second. He had to figure out why he wasn't mad, so he leaned in and kissed Sanji. This kiss was longer and had more intensity. Zoro pulled away, seeing the same red color on his ears as before. So it wasn't the dark.

Sanji’s tie fluttered down as he closed the wooden door behind them. Sanji had grabbed Zoro’s arm and led him to the dining room. Sanji wrapped his arms around Zoro’s neck and began to bite his lip.

“Are you sure that you want to? I'm not great at sex.”

“I'm not here for the sex, I’m here because it's with you.”

With that being said Zoro pushed Sanji down onto the floor next to a table leg. He began kissing him, starting from his mouth leaving a trail up to his ear and then down his neck. He began unbuttoning Sanji’s dark navy blazer and his shirt underneath. With his torso revealed, Zoro began biting and sucking on his shoulders. With each nibble, Sanji let out a small gasp. He moved down and began toying with his nipples. He grabbed each one between his index finger and thumb and began to roll them. Surprisingly he heard nothing from Sanji. Maybe guys don't like this kind of thing? He looked up and saw Sanji covering his mouth and face with his arm.

“What are you doing?” Sanji moved his arm revealing the red saturating his cheeks. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were wide. He liked it. A lot. Zoro moved back down to continue his work, taking his time teasing them, Sanji was still pretty quiet but Zoro knew how to make him louder. He took his tongue and slid it against Sanji’s erect nipples. Once again, Sanji was silent, so Zoro looked up and found him hiding in his arms again.

“If you want me to continue you’re gonna have to stop that,” he said with a low voice.

“I don't mean to… I just get embarrassed and that my instant reaction…”

“Well, I have a solution then.” Zoro retrieved the discarded button-up and used the sleeves to tie Sanji’s wrists to the table leg that was nearby. The table should be strong enough since they had to nail it down for traveling. Ignoring Sanji’s protests Zoro moved down and began unbuttoning Sanji’s pants. He pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers, freeing Sanji’s erection, which was still growing. He grabbed Sanji’s dick causing his hips to buck a little, searching for friction. Zoro’s body began to heat up. He gave it a light squeeze before stroking it, then he quickly worked himself up to a fast pace. He could hear the whimpers and moans coming from Sanji now that he had bound his hands. A loud moan escaped Sanji’s lips, and Zoro was certain he had never wanted to hear any sound again so badly in his entire life. He looked up at Sanji and gave him a smirk. He used his thumb to rub the tip and that's what pushed him over the edge. Sanji’s cum spilled into Zoro’s hand as his toes curled and his body twitched. Zoro gave him a moment to come down and enjoyed the euphoric expression while it lasted. As soon as Sanji’s body stopped twitching he lifted up his legs.

“Wait! What are you doing?”

“Don't worry, I’m just using your thighs. I still haven’t cum.”

He placed his cock between Sanji’s thighs. He began to thrust quickly letting the soft skin bring him pleasure. He moved at a pace that brought him close but not there yet. Sanji seemed to be enjoying the look on Zoro’s face as he enjoyed himself. Finally, he reached his limit and climaxed, letting his cum spill on Sanji’s stomach. He untied the button-down shirt and lied next to him.

“That was great…” Sanji said breathlessly

“Next time, I’m bringing lube.” as Zoro said this Sanji shot up and hit him in the chest.

“Were my thighs not good enough for you stupid swordsman?”

Zoro laid there quietly for a moment before replying, “actually, it was fantastic, I just want to see your reaction to different stimulation.” Sanji laughed mumbling about him being the world’s biggest perv.

1,918 words/ 10,379 characters

notes

first ever time writing smut so uh yeah

xoxo

also thx to that one anon for rec

[joonkorre]

Rules for Night Guards at Golden Locket Ent.

@drarrymicrofic prompt: sunrise/sunset. ao3

Hello to the new hire,

I know you must be confused. Why are you finding this raggedy piece of paper in your brand new office? Well, first of all, there’s a reason why they keep this office shiny and clean. If it’s not spotless by sunrise, would anyone take the job?

Either way, I’m the one making sure this paper is found by new hires (perks of being a janitor with all the keys). The higher-ups don’t know this building like I do; they know that people can’t work here for even a week, and that’s it. They don’t know enough to solve the problem, they’re too scared to, and no one bothers to ask an ancient janitor.

After your first night here, though, you’ll have a lot to ask. The janitorial staff is not allowed to speak to any employee, including you, so read this document carefully. I’d say take pictures of it front and back, but taking out your phone to access them on the job might not be a good idea, especially as the night progresses.

Again, read this until the rules are tattooed in your head. Many have not heeded me. They’ve either quit or lost more than a job.

Pay attention.

Rules for Night Guards at Golden Locket Ent.

[DO NOT DEFACE THIS DOCUMENT IN ANY MANNER]

Always arrive at your office before sundown. That’s why you’re called here early. The door doesn’t have to be locked, but stay in your office.

8 PM is when your shift starts. Begin by doing your routine check, two rounds for each floor. Finish the 1st floor in no more than 25 minutes.

If you see trespassers, don’t bother chasing them out if you see upturned rubbish bins (see Rule #8).

There will be another night guard who also has a document of their own. Greet them, remember their face. Don’t be surprised if you see a different person the next day, you know how it is around here.

You might meet another person as you walk up the stairs to the 2nd floor. They look the same as the other night guard, but there are slight differences. It doesn’t work here. Do not respond to any and all of its attempts at getting your attention.

After 9 PM, don’t look out the floor-to-ceiling window on the 3rd floor. It will be difficult and the noise will only get louder, but it is strongly recommended that you do not look. Be patient, it will be gone.

Leave the opened file cabinets be.

Be mindful of upturned rubbish bins. If you see one, hide in an office and lock it. It’s some of the building’s inhabitants’ feeding time. Wait until the second set of footsteps passes, then you can come out.

On the 4th floor, there will be a man with glasses. Sometimes you’ll see a boy or a teenager instead, but the glasses are the same. Engage in conversation with him. Deny that you work here.

If the man finds you interesting, he will walk with you as you continue your routine check, and will eventually ask you to let him out. There is no telling how he’d react, but the best response is a polite rejection as you “don’t work here and don’t have the right.” He might use other means of persuasion, in which case defend yourself and/or negotiate with him as best as you can. This is where many people have failed the test.

Between the hours of 10:21 PM and 11:09 PM, it is imperative that you return to your office and monitor the building using the security camera system. Do not go out to the courtyard before your shift is over. Only the other security guard knows the rules to navigate it.

Camera #3 has to be off. If it turns on, cover it entirely.

At 1 AM, there will be two knocks on your door. You will open it and find no one outside. Remark on it aloud, then lock your door, both bolts. Sit with your back facing it.

The paper shredder near the right of your work desk might move when you are not looking. It is always unplugged. If it turns on and alerts you of jammed paper, don’t fix it. Fingers aren’t easy for us to scrub out.

You are to stay out of your office from 2:16 AM to 3:26 AM. No source of light other than your company-issued flashlight is permitted when you are in the halls at this time, including phones and other smart devices. They will deceive you.

Camera #11 will show a being running just off-screen. When it does, check your door three times to ensure that it’s locked. You will have to re-lock it.

The man with glasses will stand in front of the 4th floor's fire exit and look directly at Camera #7. There will be a banging on your door, which will increase in intensity. No matter how tempting it is, do not open the door under any circumstances.

The man will start to talk about how you look very similar to his best friends—a man with ginger hair who can "eat anything" and a curly-haired woman who is "smarter than Einstein" are described—and will plead with you to help him escape. If you are a man with blonde hair, it’s reported that instead of comparing you to his friends, he’ll threaten to “throw you into [redacted] to rot with your fucking father when [he] gets [his] hands on you," and grows extremely hostile. Do what you can to keep him from breaking the door down.

When a camera moves, turn off all the lights in your office. Hiding under the desk for at least five minutes is encouraged if you want to lessen the chances of the creature seeing you.

Remain in your office when you’re done with your tasks until dawn. After sunrise, you’re allowed to walk around inside the building. Leave using the front entrance when your shift ends at 6 AM.

I admit this doesn't sound fun at all. But as someone who’s worked here for longer than she can remember, once you’re used to all the quirks of this place, it’s worth it. High wages, no nosy bosses hovering over your shoulders, great benefits. You can do whatever you want in your office, as long as you follow the rules. Trust me, you’ll like this job.

Just keep an eye on the monitor and the clock, will you?

P.S: If you're able to read this postscript, I know you have a wand. Call me Muggle, No-Maj, whatever, but I’ve seen it all. Here’s a final piece of advice for people like you—your neat little sticks are useless here. Feel free to try, but it’s better to leave it at home than have a broken wand, no?

[crackling noise]

“Hello, uh, Jaclynn, is it?”

-Hey, Drake. And yeah! Ha, wow, this is kinda weird. I’ve never used a walkie-talkie before.-

“Me too. Um, question, do you have a… an old-looking… letter? On your desk? Maybe in a cabinet?”

-Oh, um.-

“Jaclynn?”

-You… received that document, too? With all the rules?-

“Yes, actually. Reckon it's some sort of idiotic prank by the last night guard, right.”

-I, I don’t know, to be honest. I mean… I thought it was, but it’s. It’s starting. Whatever’s going on, it’s right there in the rules.-

[pause]

“Shite.”

-Yeah, I get that. Fuck, I’m scared, haha, fuck. Is it starting for you, also?-

“Not for another, ah, 10 minutes. I can’t leave my office until then.”

-Okay. Okay. I’m not supposed to come into the building.-

“And I’m not supposed to come out to the courtyard.”

-Fuck.-

[pause]

[distant whistling]

-Fuck, fuck, it’s here. It’s here.-

“Okay, alright, stay calm. Stay alive. We both stay alive our first night, and I’ll, I’ll get us kebabs.”

-Not sounding too confident there, mister.-

“I promise. We adapt, we survive, we get our paycheck, and we eat good food. By 6 in the morning, we’ll meet by the front gate.”

-Goodness, Drake, that sounds so nice.-

“Mhmm. I’ll have this thing turned off the whole night, you should do the same. Read your rules, okay?”

-Same goes for you. You owe me kebabs and Indian, too.-

“Noted. Good luck, Jaclynn.”

-Don’t die, Drake.-

[crackling sound]

[silence]

[fiveisnumber1]

Timeless - Five Hargreeves x Reader

Word Count: 3135

Warnings: none

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Pt 7 - Welcome To The Family

After your dance, you and Five continued to talk and hang out enjoying the slightly staler donuts and the lukewarm pizza. It was not until you looked out the window and saw the stars in the sky that you realized how late it was. As much as you didn't want to leave you knew that you had to go home since you hadn't told your parents you were sleeping over at a friend's house nor did they even know you had left. Reluctantly you said,

"This has been wonderful but I think I need to be getting back home."

"Do you have to?" Five pleaded

"Yes, I don't want my parents to report me missing in the morning" You reply

"Fine, but can I at least escort you back to your house?" Five asks

"Why of course." You reply

Holding your flowers and teddy bear with one arm you grabbed Five's hand with the other. Barely a second after the two of you jumped from his room to yours. You placed the flowers down on your desk and the teddy bear on your bed before turning to Five. Giving him another tight hug you quietly say,

"Thank you for everything Five. You pushing me to the ground was the best thing to ever happen to me."

"And you are the best thing to ever happen to me." He quietly replied

The two of you stood there in the silence not wanting to let go of each other but knowing at some point you had to. Slowly the two of you let go of the embrace. Five gave you a smile before flashing back over to his room. Tired from the events of the day you got into your bed, held your teddy bear tight, and fell asleep to the thoughts of the dance you shared that night.

Once Five had returned back to his room he flopped back on his bed, a wide smile across his face. He was tired but he couldn't sleep because the memory of you calling him mon cherí replayed over and over again in his mind. It wasn't just the words that made him so overwhelmingly happy it was the fact that the words came from you. He didn't understand why or how you were able to overwhelm him so much but one thing he knew is he never wanted you to stop. Five stayed awake for a while just replaying the night in his head but soon enough he had succumbed to his exhaustion and fallen asleep. One thing for sure is that even while he slept he was excited for what the next day would bring.

His siblings had a different plan in mind though. Luther taking on the leadership role woke the rest of his siblings up and brought them to the parlor. Diego and Allison were ready to find out what was going on while Klaus, Ben, and Vanya were more apathetic accomplices. Did they want to know? Of course, but not enough to wake up early on one of the only days they'd probably get to sleep in because their father wasn't around.

"Did you have to get us up so early Luther? This is earlier than our typical schedule." Klaus complains

"Yes. We all need to be present so we can question him. We're stronger together." Luther replies

Klaus lets out a defeated sigh. Luther, Allison, and Diego stood up and waited for Five to wake up and come downstairs. It took a while, so long that the other three had fallen back asleep on one of the couches. When the children heard their brother coming down the stairs though they all got ready to strike. Strike with their questions that is. Diego smacked Klaus' head so that he would wake up.

"Ow!" Klaus exclaims jolting up waking Ben and Vanya in the process

When Five walked into the parlor and saw all of his siblings there he said,

"Morning. Why are you all just sitting down here?"

"Five, why don't you take a seat," Luther says gesturing to a spot on the couch

"Uh, alright." Five replies

He slowly walks over to the open space on the couch and sits down. He looks at his siblings confused and asks,

"What's going on?"

"We just have a few questions for you." Diego replies

"Okay? Go on." Five says

"Well, given recent circumstances..." Allison starts

"We were just wondering..." Luther continues

"What's your girlfriend's name?!" Klaus interjects

"What? (Y/N) isn't my girlfriend." Five retorts

He then realizes what he had just said. He not only admitted your existence but he told them your name.

"Shit!" Five yells jumping up from his seat "None of you better say anything or I'll slit your throats one by one."

"Calm down Five, we're not going to tell anyone," Allison says

"How can I trust that you guys won't hold this over my head as some type of blackmail, huh?" Five retorts

"We're siblings, we wouldn't do that," Vanya adds

"Why are you getting so worked up about this anyway? She's just some girl." Diego asks

"(Y/N) IS NOT JUST SOME GIRL. SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND AND I LOVE HER." Five yells

The room goes silent but the volume of the words Five had just said was louder than anything. Five stood there in a moment of realization. He loved her. He loved (Y/N). The silence hangs in the air for a bit but then is cut by Klaus exclaiming,

"Awwwww our angry little munchkin is in love! How sweet!"

"At least he found someone outside the family," Diego whispers to the three siblings on the couch

The four of them start to chuckle to themselves. Allison then turn to them and asks,

"What are you guys laughing about?"

"Oh, nothing," Klaus replies

"Whatever," Allison says with a shake of her head

"Can we meet her?" Ben asks

Five snaps out of his trance and looks towards Ben. Soon all his siblings were begging to meet you. They wanted to know all about you and see what made their sarcastic grump of a sibling so happy. Their incessant chatter became so overwhelming that Five burst and said,

"Fine! Just stop asking me."

While the rest of his siblings celebrated, Five went to the kitchen to grab his breakfast from Grace and then immediately flashed up to his room. He really wasn't excited to introduce you to the rest of his siblings. Especially after he had just admitted he had feelings for you. What if they embarrassed him? What if they ended up not liking you? What if they told you how he felt and you didn't feel the same and you didn't want to be around him anymore? All these thoughts flew through his head as he chomped down on his breakfast anxiously waiting for your arrival later that day.

His siblings downstairs though were excitedly prepping for you to come over. Not only were they excited to meet the person that their brother was in love with but you would be the first outsider of their own age that they got to meet. They were prepared to ask you so many questions because they wanted to know every little detail about you. They even asked Grace to make snacks for the occasion without mentioning what the occasion was for (although Grace had an idea of what it might be).

As the day went by it became close to the time in which you typically arrived. Five became more and more anxious as the minutes ticked down because he was hesitant to introduce you to the rest of his family. Pacing back and forth he tried to think of a way out of introducing you but it was too late because when he turned to pace in the other direction you were already sitting on his window sill.

"What's wrong?" You asked him

With a deep sigh, he replied,

"I don't know how but my siblings found out about you and they really want to meet you."

"Well then let me meet them." You respond "but let's do it my way."

Five looks at you intrigued. You wave your hand to call him over and then whisper your plan in his ear. Five looks at you with a devilish smirk and nods in agreement. Five heads downstairs with you invisibly trailing behind him. When he enters the parlor he addresses his siblings with a smile saying,

"Well, here she is."

"Where?" Vanya asks

"Right here!" you say as you phase your head through Five's chest

The six other siblings start to scream in panic at what you had done. You phase back out of Five and stand to his side. The two of you fall to the ground and bust out laughing at the fear you had caused his siblings. Five stands up and extends a hand to help you off the ground. Then when the six other Hargreeves siblings calm down and stop screaming you try to introduce yourself but before you can respond Grace and Pogo run into the room.

"Children, what is with all the commotion?" Pogo asks

"Are all of you okay?" Grace questions

The children nod their heads but then turn to you causing Grace and Pogo to look your way.

"Uh hi. I'm (Y/N)." You say nervously

"Oh, you must be Five's new friend!" Grace says cheerfully "The kids have been so excited to meet you! Let me go get the snacks I prepared!"

When Grace exits the room Pogo looks you up and down before saying,

"So you're the child from across the street with unexplained powers."

"Well yes, but uh...I wouldn't quite say they're unexplained." You reply

You avoid the gaze of everyone nervous about how they might react to you. You can feel the intense stares of everyone in the room waiting for you to explain how you can do the things you do. You then feel a familiar hand grab yours. Turning your head Five gives you a reassuring nod. Taking a deep breath you turn your attention back to the crowd in front of you before stating,

"I was born on October 1st, 1989 at 12pm."

Some of the kids' jaws drop while others eyes go wide. You try to calm your nerves as you can feel yourself shaking

"Go on." Pogo requests

"My mother was not pregnant when the day began but yet she had me anyway. Ever since I was a child I've had these unnatural and unexplained abilities." You continue

"What are your abilities?" Ben asks

"Well, simply I can manipulate molecules. Through practice I've taught myself to do some things but since molecules make up everything I know I can probably do more, or at least improve upon what I can already do."

"So what can you do then?" A stern voice comes from the parlor entrance

"Master Hargreeves, I did not expect you to be back so early," Pogo says shocked

The kids look over to see their father standing there. Five grabs your hand tighter and pulls you slightly behind him as if to be a wall in between you and his father.

"Well go on then, if you aren't fooling my family then you will show us these abilities you claim to have."

Fear struck your heart after hearing the stories from Five of how he treated him and his siblings but you knew you were stronger than him. You had powers beyond belief and he did not. Gaining your courage you step forward and look at the old man sternly before stating,

"Oh, it would be my pleasure."

You feel a rush of power and adrenaline course through your veins as you show off what you can do. Turning invisible you make your way over to paperweight lying on a desk. Making yourself visible again you raise the paperweight into the air and turn it into a liquid and then into a gas. Walking forward you phase through everything in your path from chairs, to tables, to statues. When you arrive closer to the other kids you make the paperweight reappear and ask,

"Which one of you is the strongest?"

Luther stands up and steps forward.

"Put your hands out."

Luther does as he's told and once he is ready with his hands out your drop the paperweight that is immensely denser than it typically would be. Just as Five had with the quarter, Luther immediately drops to the ground hard enough that it actually dents the floor.

"I- I can't lift it! It's too heavy! I can't get it off me." He yells

As you continue to make the paperweight denser than it should be you then disappear. Disassembling yourself from in front of the children and reassembling yourself right behind Mr. Hargreeves. You then ask sternly,

"Was my demonstration to your satisfaction, sir?"

Reginald turns around visible shock in his eyes. You did have abilities just like you said and somehow they were more developed than any of his children thus far. You could be a good asset to assist his children in becoming stronger and more developed. Reginald regains his composure and comments,

"Your powers are impressive, although your attitude is not."

"It's not attitude, it's called freedom of expression." You retort "It's something you acquire when your parents actually love you."

Such a sharp tongue for such a small girl. Although Reginald wouldn't show it he was almost impressed. He didn't quite like your ability to stand up to him but the more he saw of you the more he figured he could use you to improve his own children's skills. If they could become efficient in combat with someone who had the ability to control molecules then they would be able to take on anything. The two of you stared each other down before you said,

"I am going to depart earlier than I typically do so you can spend some quality time with your family. I will be back tomorrow though whether you like it or not."

And with that, you were gone. Everyone watched as you left in shock and awe of not only of your abilities but the true power you had of putting Reginald Hargreeves, the cruelest man these kids have ever known, in check. And from that day forward you became a key part of the Hargreeves family even though you weren't their sibling. You brought a different dynamic to the group that they hadn't had before.

To Grace, you were another child to take care of. She adored you in the same way she adored all of the other children in the household. Although you were not there all the time you still mattered a great deal to her and she enjoyed hearing about your time at school or something you did back at your home. She tried to encourage you in the same way she encouraged all the children to do their best and when you struggled she was there to support you.

To Reginald and Pogo, you were a key part of the development of the Umbrella Academy. Each day when you came over you agreed to train with the children on the condition that you and they were able to play and hang out afterward. Reginald despised the lack of structure but he despised not using you as a combat training mechanism more. With you around the kids learned new strategies to take down threats that were unseen and controlled parts of nature that they could not. You also improved upon your abilities by being able to do them naturally and not have to concentrate all the time. You were also able to learn new skills such as self-defense and offensive fighting maneuvers and the ability to use the molecules around you to create things such as fire, water, or smoke. With each practice session, you, Five, and all his siblings grew stronger.

But to the children, you had the greatest impact. You became a comfort to them. First of all, the fact that you were able to get them legitimate free time where they could just play was a miracle and they were forever grateful for that. Second of all, you gave them a connection that they had never experience. You became a friend, one that they greatly needed and never had before. You and Vanya bonded over your love of classical instruments. You played the piano and she played the violin. To her, it was nice to have someone who shared her passion but also someone who saw her as more than just ordinary. You made her feel special and like she was important in a house that had thrown her to the side. For Allison, you were the girl bestie she could never find. The two of you would talk about anything from pop culture to make up to boys. You even snuck her some magazines every once in a while. The two of you looked out for each other, she kept your secrets and you kept hers. To Ben, you were just a nice addition. Compared to all his siblings who were constantly ready for battle and always ready to use their powers you were just normal. He was shy but he felt like he could open up and talk to you and that's all he really needed. As for Klaus you gave him an outlet to get all his energy and need to be entertaining out. You were his perfect audience and he took great comfort in knowing that you accepted him as is more so than his family. To Luther and Diego, you were a fierce opponent in training but more so you made them feel strong. They both felt a strong desire to protect you because you protected them. For Luther, you helped to reassure him that he was a good leader and he was worthy of being Number One. And for Diego, you helped him with his stutter without judgment and listened to the feelings he was keeping inside.

And then there was Five. You were already his best friend and even though you branched out to the rest of the family you always reassured him that he was your number one pick out of the Hargreeves siblings. Every moment with Five was better than the last and each time you were with him you found more and more things to love about him. You didn't know it but Five felt the same about you. Although neither of you saw it everyone else could see how much the two of you meant to each other. In combat, you two would always work together and look out for each other. At the end of the day no matter who you had spent time with earlier you always went back to five and he always went back to you. You were each other's best friend and confidants. Closer than close, you two were inseparable. Every day was spent with each other and your shared upcoming birthday was no exception.

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[nctadoll]

          Aight, so, it’s time for one of these posts.  I make these posts occasionally on my other blogs, so if you follow a few of my other blogs, then you might be rereading a bit— However, quite a bit has happened since my last post regarding this subject. I make these posts as, updates / warnings I suppose, as I feel they’re warranted whenever a new blog of mine gets any kind of traction.

         Intense trigger heavy content below the cut.

      For those not in the know, I’m J. I went by ‘Jake’ for a number of years, but about a year ago I decided to shorten it, it was just simpler that way. I’m currently 21 years old, and I’ve been writing on this platform since I was 13. Which is kinda crazy looking back on it, amazing how time flies like that. 

     Within the last... Five or so years, something started happening to me, something that I wasn’t really familiar with on a self basis, but I gotta go further back to properly provide context. Starting in 2011, making me 11 at the time, my family moved from our first house, this brought along MANY challenges as a move typically does— However, shortly after the move, my father lost his job. This, did a lot to him, severely damaging his mental stability. This continued until 2016?? ( My memory of exactly when is foggy ) When he was kicked from the residence over physical domestic abuse issues. He lived away for a year, and then he returned. Then, almost a year later, it happened again, ending with him hospitalized and kicked out once again ( this took place on my 18th birthday lmao ), where he remains gone till this day. Though, given the state of the things happening, that might be changing in the coming weeks.

      He was eventually diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, which, is an extremely heavy mental disorder to have. And a few months ago, I was diagnosed with the exact same disorder. Up until the age of about 16 / 17 I never had massive issues with mental health, I was happy and never really felt any downtime. That changed, as mood swings became common, and I found myself combative and easy to anger, which was something that was never the case before. My family just excused it as puberty as they do. 

       For those unaware, BPD causes... Multiple horrid things. Such as fear of abandonment, unclear / shifting self image, impulsive and self destructive behavior, explosive anger, intense paranoia and suicidal tendencies. I can safely say, I see and deal with all of this. Now, this has manifested in multiple ways online, many in ways that harm my friends. What’ll happen, is I’ll grow so intensely paranoid of little things, that things will build and build until I have an Event where I cut myself from friends and delete blogs or accounts. Then, a few hours later, or in intense cases DAYS later, I’ll come down from this hell high, and remember the shit I did, or sometimes I’ll even have no recollection of the things I’ve done- Leading to piecing together why some friends disappeared or why they won’t speak to me.

        One of the most damaging things, can be the warped perception of everything around you. All of this, has wildly damaged my social abilities over the years— And that’s perhaps one of the most difficult parts, what was simple for me years ago, is suddenly a lot more difficult. It’s led to an intense social anxiety and it leads to you just, wildly fearing how you’ll fuck up the good things you have going for you. Regardless of if you want to or not. It’s so, unbelievably damaging and corruptive. It’s caused me to become this, horrid thing in the eyes of old friends, and I can’t apologize enough. It spawned this, desire to fight and feel a rush of conflict, hence the impulsive behavior.

        It’s something in this weird window, it isn’t me, but at the same time it technically is. I’ve lived my life so desperately trying to never bother anyone around me, the stress of the idea of bothering someone often keeps me from doing anything at all. Which is why this is such a problem. Over the last few months, I’ve been put on medication, and it’s really been helping me, more so than I had anticipated... My impulsive moments aren’t really happening anymore, and while I have down moments, they don’t lead to shitty behavior anymore. 

         I bring these kinda things up, because in the off chance I’m WRONG about how helpful the medication is, or something gets fucked up with it— I want people to know ahead of time.. It’s a lot to ask my friends to put up with it, and I’m not saying they have to— BPD is a lot, and I don’t blame anyone that would rather avoid it, it’s intense. I also know a bunch of people that, won’t speak to me over issues like this, I guess I kinda hope that one day they’ll at least be able to see this and understand. I don’t need forgiveness, because at the end of the day, I did the things I did, blocking and isolating, I did it— I don’t know if I deserve it, but I at the very least wanna be understood. I think, for those unaware, it creates this, weird idea of what I am, like I’m purposefully trying to do them wrong, and that can’t be further from the case.

        If you’ve read all of this, I greatly appreciate it. It puts a lot of ease on my mind. This is also open for discussion or conversation, should you wish to know more or anything, I’m completely open to talk.

[recentanimenews]

FEATURE: 21 Great Anime You Should Absolutely Watch In 2021

    Happy Anime Day! With every season bringing a plethora of new series, there are now countless shows and movies, both new and old, to watch. Whether it's adventure, comedy, romance, or drama you're looking for, here are 21 anime series you should add to your watchlist in 2021.

      1. My Hero Academia Season 5

When it comes to the next chapter of My Hero Academia, 2021 couldn't come fast enough. Season 4 showed audiences just how high the stakes really are and how dangerous the enemies can be. Season 5, which recently premiered in March, will not only deliver high-level action, but we'll also get more time with the great slate of heroes and villains showcased last season.

      2. Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba the Movie: Mugen Train

After hearing the news of Mugen Train dominating the box office, the time has come for North American audiences to experience this highly anticipated film. Mugen Train will be available for digital release this summer and will help fill the void fans of the series have been feeling since the season ended. And we can always revisit Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba in the meantime.  

      3. The Devil Is A Part-Timer

The Devil Is A Part-Timer! offers lots of comedy with all the appeal of your traditional fantasy series, but it takes place in the modern world. Demon Lord Satan gets transported to Tokyo, and while his original goal was to take over his homeland of Ente Isla, Satan finds a better path to world domination ... climbing the ranks at the local MgRonalds! It's fun, it's wacky, and it's one of those series we never thought would get a second season, until now.

      4. Given The Movie

Talk about a bag of mixed emotions. Like the series, you'll feel proud and happy one minute, and then a pile of mush the next. Given The Movie provides a touching viewing experience following these fractured characters as they navigate their personal feelings, as well as expressing their innermost emotions through music.

        5. Hunter X Hunter

2021 marks the 10-year anniversary of Hunter X Hunter. Whether you've never seen this series or you've re-watched it hundreds of times, come celebrate this epic title's milestone!

      6. MEGALOBOX 2: NOMAD

MEGALOBOX brought all the charm of a '90s anime, but with the story of a futuristic society that takes boxing to a whole other level. Gearless Joe made a name for himself in Season 1, and although things have changed and gotten complicated, he's "not dead yet." For Joe, the fire still burns within him, and he seeks to fight once more. 

      7. Osamake: The Romcom Where The Childhood Friend Won't Lose!

Finally, a series where the childhood friend captures the heart of the MC ... I hope? It is a harem after all! Osamake: The Romcom Where The Childhood Friend Won't Lose! has a whole lot of comedy, a whole lot of shenanigans, and a noticeable amount of ... revenge. It looks like an epic competition is about to get underway!

        8. Chihayafuru

If you're experiencing Haikyu!! withdrawals, then Chihayafuru may be the next best sports anime for you! Now don't be fooled. Although Chihayafuru is all about Karuta, a Japanese card game, it still delivers the same level of development and high-stakes settings as other sports anime. This may be one of those series you always saw around but never watched but if there was ever a time to binge, it's now!

      9. Tokyo Revengers

With the manga receiving much praise, probably one of the most anticipated anime adaptations for 2021 is Tokyo Revengers. Motivated by tragedy, Takemichi Hanagaki finds himself in the past, climbing the ranks of the Tokyo Manji Gang in order to change destiny. He may not appear the toughest, but he's determined to get through the intense situations he finds himself in.

      10. To Your Eternity

Knowing this is a story from Yoshitoki Oima, creator of A Silent Voice, To Your Eternity, will surely be an adventure that tugs on your heartstrings. Audiences will witness an intimate journey of life and death revolving around an emotionless orb with no identity but can take the shape of those around it. There will be elements of time, drama, emotion, plus Hikaru Utada performs the theme? ... Sold! Want to know more? Check out the full manga catalog here.

      11. Shaman King

A Shaman King reboot was the best present fans of the original series could've gotten as the title just marked its 20th year since the show premiered back in 2001. Fans will be transported back to their childhood, all the while looking forward to a new story that reflects the manga. The series recently aired in April in Japan, and fans in North America can expect to watch the series sometime later this year. 

        12. Horimiya

  If you've been searching for a romance anime unlike any other, then you should watch Horimiya if you haven't already. This series takes everything you know about anime romance tropes, and delivers a series of fresh new twists, making for a warm and cozy viewing experience.

    13. Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day

If in between all the action and comedy you need a good slice of life series about friendship, Anohana is the series for you! The original series aired 10 years ago, but sometimes a trip down memory lane is exactly what you need. Plus a new visual and news of an upcoming project will surely get you pumped to hit play.

      14. The Rising of the Shield Hero Season 2

Thinking he'd be the hero in this new fantasy world, Naofumi Iwatani ended up being hated, shunned, and stigmatized at the beginning of The Rising of the Shield Hero Season 1. But as he journeyed on, he developed genuine relationships, gained valuable trust, credibility, and gratitude from others. Season 2, airing in October, is ready to continue with Naofumi's journey and progression.

        15. Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid S

Miss Kobayashi Dragon Maid has it all! This series draws you in with its cute appearance, but it surprises you with its mature moments and shocks you with some unexpected sizzle. Plus it has dragons, maids, and sweet raps! Be sure to check out the second season's adventures this July. 

    16. One Piece

  If you haven't already committed to the legendary behemoth One Piece, now may be a good time to start. The anime is set to hit its 1,000th episode this year, and while diving into a series that's so far along can seem intimidating, if you've been spending a lot of time binging TV lately, this series could be your next big marathon.

      17. S8 the Infinity

Take the Tony Hawk Pro Skater video games, and mix them together with vibrant, aesthetically pleasing animation and cool action scenes and you have S8 the Infinity. Sports anime has been really expanding its catalog lately, and this series is an entertaining addition to the genre.

  Image via Hulu

  18. The Wallflower

A little bit of nostalgia is nice to mix into your anime watchlist. If you're a fan of Ouran High School Host Club, then you'll love The Wallflower! It's got some handsome boys, a cute and quirky girl with a fascination for all things dark and scary, and all the ridiculous antics of a harem!

      19. Death Parade

Death Parade has stayed under the radar, but it at least deserves to be on YOUR radar. A story about the afterlife where a bar represents limbo and its bartender decides the fate of the souls in front of him whether they experience reincarnation, or disappear into the void by playing a game. This is a psychological, thought-provoking drama with some mystery, as we don't know the true nature of the people in the bar, or what led them to where they are. Those secrets will eventually be revealed as the game plays on.

    20. Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Like Hunter X Hunter, this year also marks the 10-year anniversary of Puella Magi Madoka Magica. Madoka was and to this day still is a defining series that was a real game-changer for the magical girl genre, showing just how much danger magical girls face. It's a must-watch if you haven't already, so make a contract with yourself to watch or re-watch this series sometime in 2021.  

    21. How To Keep A Mummy

  How To Keep A Mummy is a heartwarming episodic series to watch when you want to have a feel-good time! Friends and classmates spend time together with their mythical creature companions: A precious, tiny mummy who anytime he holds anything will make your heart melt, a somewhat hot-headed but caring oni, a clever dragon, and a fluffy baku. After catching up on everything on your watch list, have fun with this series to round out 2021.  

What anime will you be watching in 2021? Let us know in the comments!

        Veronica Valencia is an anime-loving hot sauce enthusiast! You can follow more of her work as a content creator on Twitter and Instagram.

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By: Veronica Valencia

[obsidian-aurora]

Why I feel so sad for Xiao Zhan for winning the Weibo King award again in 2021

Right now you might see a lot of people spreading the fact that Xiao Zhan won Weibo King again with joy and happiness.  I can only personally feel sadness and regret.  Because when I look back at the year 2020, and what Xiao Zhan went through, Weibo had a big part to play in that story.  They took advantage of his pain to make money and profit from it.  They did little to stop what was happening because to them it was traffic.

His fans who left the 85 million votes for him for Weibo King probably weren’t thinking about what Weibo means to Xiao Zhan.  They weren’t thinking about how Xiao Zhan disengaged from the platform completely, moving his small interactions over to Oasis and Douyin to escape the toxicity inherent in the conversations taking place on Weibo.  All that they were thinking was “We want to show him how much we love him!”

Well you know what I think is love?  Listening to your own idol’s words.

Let’s take a small journey back through 2020 and listen to Xiao Zhan’s own words on what he wanted his fans to do this year.

I won’t rehash 227 itself - if you want my take on that event, then I’ll write another blog post about that, it being almost a year I’m probably finally reaching a point where I can discuss it rationally without bursting into tears remembering my own personal experience with it.  But rather, let’s take a look at what happened after 227.

On March 1, Xiao Zhan studio issued their first official statement.  What did they say?

Recently, we have noticed some controversies about Xiao Zhan fans, occupying some social public resources, and also causing trouble to everyone. We deeply regret and apologize for the impact of this incident. We are very grateful to all fans for their support and love to Xiao Zhan. At the same time, we also sincerely call on all love to be positive, and hope that everyone can chase stars rationally. While doing a good job of self-protection during the epidemic, we will work together in a more positive way and support things that bring positive energy to society.

On April 24, Xiao Zhan said something and his studio reposted.

@X玖少年团肖战DAYTOY What’s past is past, I’ll remember it by heart.  Thank you for all the criticism with good intensions, I’m working hard to improve.   

Xiao Zhan Studio April 25th 00:03 #肖战新歌光点# The light spot moves towards love. Please listen, @X玖少年团小战DAYTOY 's voice. ♥

And again, Xiao Zhan studio.

Xiao Zhan Studio April 25th at 14:27 Thank you for your love and support for Mr. Xiao Zhan and his works. In this studio, as always, I solemnly appeal to everyone to continue to take care of their study, work and life at the same time, and to distinguish the truth and not blindly follow in the thousands of voices. Thank you for your wise support. Every love, no matter how big or small, is a meaningful point of light, gathered together to form the most beautiful light.

When He Jiong was attacked, Xiao Zhan jumped in to say:

@X玖少年团肖战DAYTOY Sorry to disturb everyone, don't hurt others!

Xiao Zhan Studio April 27, 15:04 Please stop slandering and spreading rumors!

He gave his first interview after 227 on May 6.  He expanded upon the statement he made on April 24 when he said he was working hard to improve. He spoke about the controversy, the responsibility he feels as a public figure, and his desire not to control his fans but to guide them to do positive works like participate in charity that improves society.  He felt like as an artist, his role was to continue to improve his acting and his singing.  

“As for the people who love and support me, I hope they won’t do some extreme things, or hurt other people, or even hurt themselves.  I hope that they can protect and love themselves, and live their lives well.  Live their lives well.”  “And if it’s possible, outside of school and work, we can do things together to help others and contribute to society in a meaningful way.”  “I think charity is a part of an ordinary person’s social responsibility.”

Again in May, following a controversy when a teacher recorded her classroom cheering him on, Xiao Zhan was forced to make statements encouraging his fans to live their lives well.

@X玖少年团肖战DAYTOY Please listen to me carefully again! I hope everyone puts their studies, work, and life in front of star chasing. Study hard and work hard. Do your responsibilities and obligations, and abide by professional standards and industry bottom lines. I don't need help.

Xiao Zhan Studio May 10 at 23:26 I hope everyone puts their work and life first 🙏

Xiao Zhan Studio May 11 at 21:14 Starting from us, we hope that each of us can do things that are beneficial to society and be positive.

A school is a temple of knowledge, a place for preaching and teaching, not a fan factory for celebrities. Children's education is related to the future of the country, and the development of youth values is related to the hope of the nation, and it must not become a tool for chasing stars.

Furthermore, over the course of this time period Xiao Zhan Studio met with the organizers of his official fan organization and they rebranded the Fanclub to Xiao Zhan Film and Television Support Club to emphasize their goal to focus on his works and his works only.  They released a statement with their intent and called on all members to do the following:

Xiao Zhan Studio May 15 20:01 If you see the good, you will move, and if you have, you will change. Start with me and work hard together. 1. Do not support business and works with behaviors beyond our own economic capacity. 2. No more activities such as ranking, controlling and appraising and cheering. 3. Accept all well-intentioned criticism and don't maliciously attack others. 4. Continue to actively participate in public welfare advocacy. 5. Focus on Xiao Zhan's work such as film and music.

Take particular note here of the specific call out not to participate in activities such as ranking (like the Weibo King votes).

In July, when his own fans were accused of cyber bullying others again, Xiao Zhan studio released a statement saying that they would defend any victim of cyber bullying, even someone bullied by his own fans.

Xiao Zhan Studio June 30 at 21:42 No matter who is responsible for his words and deeds, we support all those who are suffering from cyber violence or personal attacks on the Internet, and bravely take up legal weapons to protect themselves. Regardless of who’s a fan, taking legal measures is a legitimate behavior 

@易胜华律师 Recently, some netizens posted on Weibo that they had suffered online violence for publicly publishing criticisms against Mr. Xiao Zhan. Entrusted by Mr. Xiao Zhan, we issued the following lawyer's statement: We welcome all kind criticisms and reminders, and resolutely oppose and resist all cyber violence. No matter who the cyber violence is directed at, it is an illegal act and should bear corresponding legal responsibilities. We are willing to provide legal assistance to the above-mentioned parties who have been violated by online violence, and we are also willing to provide assistance within our capacity for their rights protection operations. Yi Shenghua Lawyer Wang Xiaoyan Lawyer June 30, 2020

In July, Xiao Zhan and Xiao Zhan Studio met up with representatives from Weibo to discuss the cyber bullying that he had been subjected to this year.  But was this at Weibo’s own desire to clean up their platform?  No.  This whole time Weibo was profiting from every hot search that drove more traffic to their platform.  It was the Cyberspace Administration of China that DIRECTED Weibo to clean up their mess.

Over the years we have seen Weibo ban accounts from time to time that are so blatant with their cyber attacks that they have no other choice.  But often they will wait until stars pursue legal action before doing so.  And they will only release the real-world IDs of users when under a police investigation pursuant to a lawsuit.  I’m not suggesting the platform should start doxxing its own users, but rather ban all malicious and slanderous behaviour from the outset.  Right now under Chinese law anyone with over 30,000 fans who says slander against another can be pursued by the law.  Weibo should act before it needs to come to that.

Chinese Star News did an interesting video on Fanquan culture and the ways in which Weibo profits from it.  If you haven’t seen it yet, it’s worth a watch.

Ever since the summer, Xiao Zhan has been very careful and direct in all his public interactions.  Most of his events were pre-recorded.  Only at the end of the year did he start doing live events again, and when he was surrounded by friends he was okay, but as we could see from the recent iQiyi event when he is without friends around him he still struggles.

April 12 - Hymn of the Red Plum Blossom (pre-recorded)

May 6 - Interview with China News Service (pre-recorded)

May 9 - Bamboo in the Stone (pre-recorded)

May 10 - Mother's Day live stream (live) (unannounced) (no fan interactions)

June 11 - Xiao Zhan goes to do agricultural charity activity (pre-recorded)

June 15 - Xiao Zhan releases summer cocktail video (pre-recorded)

Aug 17 - Xiao Zhan RoseOnly live stream (pre-recorded)

October 19 - Xiao Zhan at Shanghai Reading Film and Television event (pre-recorded)

October 25 - Xiao Zhan sang Brightest Star in the Night Skies (pre-recorded)

Dec 20 - Xiao Zhan attends Tencent Awards (live) with friends around him

Dec 31 - Xiao Zhan attends New Year party (live) with friends around him

Jan 15 2021 - Xiao Zhan attends iQiyi Scream Night (no friends) (does not look happy/comfortable)

It must have been SO hard for Xiao Zhan to continue to work behind the scenes in 2020, recording his new show Ace Troops, attending some events in secret, shooting some advertisements that he wasn’t sure would be able to make it to the air - and some events that got leaked and then had his portion cut out.  It must have been so, so hard.

So to me, the least that we can do as fans is to listen to what Xiao Zhan has asked of us.  And over and over again he said that all he wanted from his fans was for us to live our lives well.  To not do extreme things.  He wants things to go smoothly.  He wants to take his time, to choose his events carefully, and come back at his own pace.

So what do his fans do?  They massively vote for him to win the Weibo King award.  This has put him in an impossible position.  

Either he needs to decline the award, and face criticism from everyone about being arrogant in a year that he should be grateful.  Or he has to suck it up and show up to an award hosted by a platform that did little to nothing to help him when he was in pain, and instead in fact profited from his pain.  

He will have to put a smile on his face and say thank you for recognizing that I was a high traffic star last year, even when the majority of his traffic was due to cyber attacks.

Why would his fans put him in this impossible position?  Back when this award was first announced, his own major fan club leaders requested fans not to vote for Weibo King.  If you wanted to vote for anything, then you should vote for his acting role in The Wolf, because that was about his professional work - not for Weibo King, which is literally like an award for Prom King.  It’s a popularity award, nothing more.

Will Weibo King help him to come back faster?  No.  Will it make industry leaders want to sign him on for more TV and film works?  No.  Speaking from experience working in the industry for many years, the only thing that industry professionals care about is ratings on the shows that are produced.  And Xiao Zhan cannot rely on his fans alone for ratings.  If his ratings are going to continue to increase, then he needs to attract the respect of a wider audience.  And if that wider audience is already of the impression that Xiao Zhan is a loose canon because his fans are out of control, this massive over-rating of Weibo King only reinforces that belief.

Just look at this graph.

Xiao Zhan fans are posting it with pride, saying look how well we did!  Xiao Zhan trounced the competition!  But the reality is that all other stars’ fan groups had also instructed their fans not to vote for this award, because they all see it for what it is - a popularity contest that can hurt more than it can help.  Xiao Zhan winning by such a large margin only shows how little his fans listen to him.

Now instead of Xiao Zhan deciding for himself when and where to come back, what events he wishes to attend, he’s going to have to make an appearance at this awards show and slap a smile on his face and say thank you.  

Thank you Weibo, for profiting off my pain.

It makes me sick.

If you voted for Xiao Zhan in this award, take a moment to think about Xiao Zhan’s words for your future behaviour. 

Live your lives well

Don’t do extreme things

Don’t spread rumours

Accept criticism and don’t attack others

Don’t protect me

If you can, do charity and help others

If you are following your own idol’s wishes, then I salute you.  You are the type of fan Xiao Zhan will cherish.

[chiimmchiimm]

❝ 𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 !¡ 𝐹𝒾𝒻𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃 ❞

CHAPTERS “  01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06 - 07 - 08 - 09 - 10 -  11  - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 “  

The northern jail was the most dangerous in the country, social scum, thousands of criminals were locked behind their bars. Who would tell poor Blair that he would end up there because of his father’s mistake. The problem was not the lack of hot water, but that inhuman obsession that many of the prisoners had for “new toys.” Rookies had two options; be submissive and abide by veterans’ orders or suffer the dangerous anger of those disturbed minds. It all started one night when Blair had the bad idea of ​​going to shower alone.

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jungkookoffender au x (female: Blair) 𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒:  smut.(later), offender au, fluff, angst. 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 4 k 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓃𝑔:  +18   𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔:  dirty language, lies, serious revelations, Jk tattoos, close, much closer, childhood problems, very big problems, new threats, closer, future friends, sad conversations, memories, childhood trauma, almost kiss, this chapter It is very intense, sorry, I saw it necessary.

The breath escaped from my mouth wildly. Exhausted. With the tired muscles of colliding with such intensity the glove against the bag. I stopped to wipe the sweat off my forehead with my forearm. And I continued with my impromptu training session.

"I'll think twice about messing with you, gongjunim." His teasing voice made him cough out an exhausted laugh. I stopped and smiled at her face. Then I nod toward the ring taking me by surprise. Up.

"Am I not going to continue with the coat?" I asked, intrigued, watching from my place as I climbed into the ring without flinching. The platform was high so I had to do more than lift my leg. Go under the red ropes. I followed him into the center of the ring, waving his arms to awaken the muscles.

"You know the basics." Now it's your turn to strengthen your body.-Thirteen said simply. He knew whereof he spoke. He gave off so much self-confidence that he automatically trusted him. However, when he dragged one leg back and waved his hands at me, he tilted his head to the curious side. "Attack me."

"Thirteen..."

"Attack me," he repeated gracefully. He waved his hand more.

"They don't have protections," I growled sadly.

His laugh caught me off guard. It was so strange to hear that vital sound come out of it that I was paralyzed for a few seconds until I got used to it.

"Very presumptuous of you to think that you're going to hurt me with those tiny little hands," he added. He raised his eyebrows mockingly while smiling sideways. I opened my mouth indignantly and then, I narrowed my eyes. I released the air through my mouth. I refilled my lungs. And I raised my fists as he had taught me. I took a step doubtfully stopping at the next. For a moment, my head went blank. Everything he had learned vanished at once. I swallowed and again, I felt like that weak child who had let her beat me again. Humiliated and trampled. "Blair."

Her deep voice drew me to reality like a vol of cold water. I brought my lost eyes on the ground to yours. Her worried gaze warmed my heart. Because even if I didn't say it. Although she didn't utter a single word more, I knew in that instant that they were not necessary. He supported me. He called me to let me know he was there. That she was not alone. That they wouldn't hurt me anymore. And surprisingly that was all I needed to regain my lucidity.

Advance towards him as agile as my legs allows me. Throw a punch in the direction of your jaw. And for a second, I came to think that I would hit my target. But then, the big hand of Thirteen covered my fist with his hand as if it were nothing and I folded my arm, brought it to my back, and fell to my knees.

With my eyes blinking between amazed and confused, I watched sideways as he walked away.

"Get up," he said seriously. I raised my head and frowned. He raised an eyebrow and fixed a disappointed look on my kneeling body. He reduced me like I was nobody. I clenched my fists inside the gloves. Lay them on the ground and help me up. Thirteen proudly lifted his chin, breaking my patience. Then, I stomped to the ground and lunged toward his body without being expected. Throw a quick series of punches at your face. With his hand, he pushed mine away. Until in a direct blow to his chest, he caught both wrists at the same time leaving me defenseless. I tried to break free but that made him growl. He pushed me into his body, burying my hands in the hollow of his chest. His breath moved the hair on my crown sending a signal to my neck to stretch it up. Thirteen did just the opposite. He tilted his head down creating a clash of our foreheads. The cold temperature of his forehead contrasted with the hot sweat of mine causing me a series of exciting chills. Without controlling it, I sent a blast of hot air from my lips to his lips inches away. Notice, in that instant, how his hands closed more tightly around my wrists. I gasped when her lips brushed against mine. I opened my lips and tilted up my face when the need to have them invaded me.

But then, she pulled my wrists down. I fold my arms back leaving me on my knees again.

"Don't be distracted," she threw out with determination. She scolded me with her narrowed gaze. My cheeks were stained with humiliation. I mean, I myself had given her wide access to kiss me. Thirteen had me in her hands. He knew it. He knew he could have done what he wanted with me. And even so. It did not. And I must say that I am between surprised and a little disappointed.

Since when is it so ... Right?

With the hand still wrapped around my wrist. I gave him an annoyed look. She was on her knees in front of him. Anyone who saw our training from afar might think otherwise. And yet, it doesn't matter to him, because when I shook my arm he didn't let go. I miscalculated my next shake and I ended up falling forward. My face landed on his thigh.

"You just have to ask." And it will be all yours, baby. I heard that he gave a hoarse laugh that made my hair stand on end. I swallowed hard and irritated the walls of my throat. I let out an incredulous howl, he looks at him with a pout and a scowl. I saw her dark glowing pupils. Her wicked smile. But what really got me out of my mind was feeling his hand caress my head like a puppy while pressing my face against his thigh. I shook myself indignantly. Thirteen laughed and released my wrist. I got up quickly. A stitch in the area of ​​my knees almost pulled me back. Too long in the same position.

I turned my back on him so I wouldn't keep staring at his twisted gaze. Enough and I put the velcro on the glove to tighten it more. I heard him mock me from behind with his hypocritical laugh. I narrowed my eye in anger and stared at him. Thirteen crossed his great arms and bowed his head mockingly.

I growled and then turned around so fast he couldn't see the blow to his stomach coming. He took my right arm but not my left. So the blow to his jaw didn't intercept him. I stepped back smiling. Bloat my lungs feeling like the winner of this assault. I must admit that I felt satisfaction when I saw his face paralyzed from the side. But the smile can't take much. When Thirteen regained sanity and modified me with that dark-eyed gaze my body set off all the alarms. He is upset. More than that, as he took slow steps toward it. The same ones that I backed away.

I try to get off the ring, I turn around and try to get past the ropes but his hand tugs on my arm throwing me back. I screamed scared by her strength. So I didn't measure mine either when I hit his stomach. Thirteen opened her eyes at the folded body. He brought his hands to his stomach and looked at me in surprise. I stayed in my position with the nerves still very present. Waiting for your next move. I screamed, bending down to dodge his hook. I had been caught off guard. To my surprise, when I looked back at him I saw the start of a smile.

"Come on. Again." he provoked in a playful voice. She raised her fists and cracked her neck. She moved her jaw and narrowed her eyes. I nodded and knocked. My glove got caught in his hand but this time he reacted much more lively. I formed a pleasing smile and continued to hit. I hit him he would stop them. So we continue all afternoon.

[...]

I knew who it was.

I knew it and still accepted.

I didn't know the reason, I was just guided by the alarmed voice in my head. He walked the hallways of the visiting wing with caution. My stomach bubbled nervous because it tasted like it was coming. Nor did I do much to control the trembling in my hands when I finally went out into the meeting room.

Of course, as every Tuesday the tables were full of families or friends who came to visit the prisoners. But I was only concerned with one. I was only suffocated by the person who sat in her seat away from everyone as if she were the owner of the place.

"How long," said my father with a cynical smile on his lips. His three-day beard showed through the profile of his face giving him a much more faded image. So worry about me. Not for him, of course. But for my mother. When he grew a long beard it only meant that he had been drinking and fucking her whores for so long that he hadn't even bothered about his personal appearance. So, for what is the same, to be presentable to see his daughter. He was wearing one of his most expensive suits and from what I could smell when I got close he was wearing the cologne from the blue bottle. My father had just come from one of his dates. I sat rigid on the seat out of pure protocol. They did not allow prisoners to stand. They wanted us controlled while they were watching us on camera. My father continued to maintain his superior gaze as I sweep my left-out outfit. "I'm not going to ask how are you because your mother has already taken care of that job."

"I'm not going to ask you how are you because, really, I don't give a shit," I replied with dark humor.

I mimicked his fucking smile when I saw he grow when I noticed my contempt for him.

"I'm going to have to talk seriously to the director of this prison." It is not possible that you have become so vulgar and so disrespectful towards your family.

"You were never my family." Mom was. You were just the motherfucker hitting him.

"Also the one who bought you a car every month."

"I don't have to put up with this."

I got up from the table dragging the chair. From afar, I watched as the guard at the door signaled me with a threatening gaze to sit down again. If so, I did it again. Catch my tongue between your teeth to avoid screaming. I didn't want to show how fucked up I was. Much less in front of him because he knew that it would give him satisfaction.

"You better get used to it." The threatening tone I use gave me goosebumps. Because I had only heard that depth twice, now, and when he kindly explained that I would rot in jail. So my heart quickened. "I have been so concerned about my daughter's misbehavior that I have casually forgotten to deposit the money in my friend's account."

The feeling I had before entering came alive. I lost myself in my own thoughts for a second, stopping listening to him. All I was aware of was the way my fist clenched the fabric of my pants.

"I already told you, darling. If you go from bad to worse, it will be. ”She concluded with a simple shrug. He adjusted the tie around his neck and then stood up as if nothing had happened. I looked at him with no expression on my face. "Don't take it personally. I just think you need a lesson. And this place has the tools you need to improve and be a better daughter in the future. You will thank me ..."

"649, stay away right now! Guards!"

My body moved on its own. It was as if a strange force was screaming at me what to do. Anger flooded my head completely clouding. I sneak onto the table to get to him. My father was so scared that he almost fell on his ass to the ground. When I saw that the table was too long. I ran around him. Just as my hands brushed against the stupid shirt collar my body was jerked back.

“You're a manipulative bastard!” I yelled hysterically as I moved my body desperately to break free. The guard squeezed me tighter. I knew later that I would have bruises on my hips and arms but that didn't stop me from continuing to fight. "You're not going to get away with it, "I swear to you for the life of you that you are going to pay for everything you have done to us!"

"649 or you calm down or I put you in isolation! "You yelling at your ear does not usually cause people to calm down. For me, it was the trigger. I was aware of what was around me. Scared people fucking other people who looked at me like I was crazy. Everyone was judging me. Everyone. No one was spared. My chest clenched so hard that I was about to pass out. "649!"

I didn't hear the guard screaming because I ran away. And luckily for me, no one seemed to really care about my condition when I walked through the door that connected to the prison wing. The air was beginning to lack. The walls began to close more and more. And yet it kept running aimlessly.I didn't care either. I just wanted to get lost somewhere where things were better.

When rounding a corner, crash into a chest. With teary eyes, I raised my head. When I recognized her dark eyes I felt safe again. I saw how he checked down the hall that nobody saw us. Then, she caught my cheeks with her hands and looked at me with a sad look. Without thinking, I put my arms around her waist and buried my face in her chest.

I sniffed my own tears dizzy when he dragged me with him. I didn't know where it took me until I smelled the humidity in the bathroom. Listen to a cubicle latch. And I buried myself more.

"I can not anymore...

“Why can't you go on?” His soft voice gave me the peace I needed. I felt the palm of his hand massage my scalp. And her other hand, squeeze my hip, not suggestively, in the way you want to tell a person that you are there for them. Thirteen took my silence calmly. "Everything will be fine."

"I'm never going to get out of here while he's still out. Never...

His hand in my hair froze.

"You are innocent, Blair." You are not going to stay here. —He said in such a persuasive tone that I didn't know what it meant. The hand on my hip stopped squeezing me against him. I felt his touch colder, more calculated. He was not him. Something was disturbing him. Something was occupying his head.

"What about you?" I sobbed in an understandable hoarse tone. I took off his chest to look at him pleadingly. But what I wasn't expecting was for him to reject eye contact by turning his head to the side.

"I what?" I ask in a whisper to myself. He frowned thoughtfully, lost in his own problems.

"Are you also innocent?"

I don't know why I asked that. Simply, the words came out of my mouth alone, coming to life. His hand on my hip tightened. His entire body stiffened. But it was my clenched jaw that gave me a bad answer.

"I don't like talking about it," he confessed. Although she already knew, hearing it from her own lips was completely different. And even though she still had a wall around the world. I was not disappointed because it was the first time we had talked about it openly and she did not ignore me as always.

“Will you talk to me about it someday?” I asked with an innocence that made him form a small smile. I looked up with pleading eyes at hers. My heart leaped into my chest when I did not meet a shy look, but one with human warmth.

"Someday." The topic ended at once. I nodded more than satisfied with the result and then, I smiled when his hands squeezed my cheeks gently. "Now, tell me, who do I have to hit?"

[...]

I told him everything.

And when I say everything is everything.

I told him about my childhood. My adolescence and of course, the trigger so disastrous that it had the beginning of my adulthood. Thirteen listened patiently. I don't judge myself, I just listen. With a calm look, she was going to tell me without speaking that she was there. That she wouldn't leave until she finished venting. And surprisingly, it was easier than it had ever been.

And I felt better.

Better.

Every time I talked about my father's abuse my throat would get dry from crying. Knowing that he was next to me holding my hand made everything so much easier. He understood me. And I felt that it did. It was not the typical understanding that your friends tell you. This was different. The related to me. The analysis of what I had because somehow he had also suffered it.

The emotion to which I was reminded of his "someday". I just hoped it wasn't too far away.

Enter my cell with my head lost in my world until the image in front of me is presented.

"Lucy, what are you doing!" I screamed hysterically. I ran to her, slapping her hand to drop a white pill of unknown origin on the ground.

"Let me!" she shout back with the same hysteria as I do. I was very nervous. Her forehead was sweaty and the vein in her neck was swollen from the pressure inside her head.

-You are crazy? "I denied it." Bending down to pick up the pill from the floor. I held it between my fingers. I narrowed my eyes to analyze it better and then, I opened them unheard of.

"Misoprostol?"

I looked disapprovingly at Lucy but she rejected the contact looking away. I gasped with a loud yell. This medication is used for high-risk pregnancies. Rachel, one of my old friends before entering here, had suffered one of those demon pills because she thought she had been pregnant. We ended up in the hospital for an urgent stomach wash. It is a test drug that is not yet available from science. So it is very dangerous. This worries me a lot because it is also expensive. Where the hell did he get it from?

I don't want to have it, Blair. I do not want it! -I deny. She shook her head from side to side desperately seeking my attention. He had it when he took my hands and I almost sobbed into my face.

"That boy is not to blame, Lucy,"  I whispered with my eyes closed. It was his body could do whatever he wanted, correct. But he was toying with his life for something that might have a solution if he just got involved in looking for it.

"Understand, if I have it." If I decide to raise that child, he will suffer because I will never love him.

"Is it so bad?" I asked irritated. I frowned intensely. My attitude created a kind of guilt in her because she released my hands and turned her back. After a few seconds, her shoulders trembled and her voice cut to sobs. I felt bad. Too bad. She just wanted to understand and I had yelled at her. I had overturned my shitty day with her and she didn't deserve it. I approached from behind, with my soul hanging by a thread and with a tight stomach. I touched her shoulder to support her, but Lucy jerked away. They lost me in their own thoughts. He blinked up at me and only when he knew it was me did he relax, but he never stopped crying. Just as you did that night when ... "Lucy, what really happened?" "I tried to get her to look at me but she avoided my gaze with fear." Watch carefully as you use one hand between your legs and squeeze the fabric of her pants fearfully. It seemed gone again. I slowly denied it until I understood it... "Who did it?"

Lucy was afraid of me. Disgusted, I did not do to myself, I did herself. My heart sank as much as the blood automatically stopped pumping. My face went pale as she lunged into my arms and squeezed me as if her life depended on it. I stopped, and a lonely tear ran down my cheek. My lip trembled but I held it in my teeth. I brought my hand to her head and stroked her as my mother did to me.

"It was ... Wa-a-s ...

"Take it easy, take your time." - Breathe into her enlarged hair the caresses. Run a hand down the line of her spine and her body relaxed. She pulled away and detected me with a bloodshot gaze. It was rage and fear that wandered tirelessly through her sad eyes. I nodded sure to say with my gesture that I would not judge her. That I wouldn't tell anyone. That I was not alone ...

And then she did it.

"It was Carvallo ...

"Son of a bitch ..." A third voice startled us. Frightened, I turned abruptly toward the door to find the worst possible scene.

Jimin with his eyes open with a cake inside the cell.

"Graff! No, Jimin! ”Lucy yelled desperately but it was too late because he had already run away. Since I was in shock I didn't even move. It was Lucy who reacted first by running but in the middle of her way, just as she was going to cross the door she groaned in pain and her body doubled towards the bunks.

"Let me take you to the infirmary," I said awkwardly, with no color on my face. I reached out to help him straighten up but then, Lucy put her hands on the mattress and stood up straight.

"Blair! I ... "he began to say with difficulty. His hand was crushed on her belly so I sent a worried look. He asks her again but she answered something else. "Blair, please. Talk to his. I don't want him to ruin his life because of me. Please...

I quickly nodded.

And then, I ran out of my cell like crazy. Stumbling over people and earning a couple of insults. I knew I was looking for a needle in a haystack. She didn't know where Jimin had gone. Standing in the middle of the hallway looking in all possible directions. I put my hands to my head and cursed desperately. But for better or for worse. I ended up finding out when I heard screaming in the yard.

I stared at the patio door with fear. And I ran. I walked towards her as quickly as my legs allowed. I swung open the door. I didn't care if the glass broke. Let them scold me if they wanted to. She had more important things to think about.

And that included the ring of prisoners cheering up a fight. I made my way between them between the small gaps between the bodies. When you reach the beginning of the clearing, bring your hand to your mouth at the scene in front of your eyes.

Jimin had Cavallo under him. He punched him. Scratches. The man had a face so full of blood that you could no longer distinguish where his mouth ended or where his eyes began. I denied it desperately. I desperately sought help from the prisoners but they all ignored me because they were busy cheering.

Hope came to me when among so many men I visualized black hair next to mint. Thirteen abruptly pushed a prisoner aside to see the scene up close. He opened his eyes like crazy and slapped Suga on the shoulder who nodded. Behind, Taehyung appeared running. He gaped at the scene, putting his hands to his head.

Thirteen approached Jimin and yanked him out of Carvallo's weak body.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Graff! ”Shouted Thirteen, upset. He shook him by the shoulders to make him react but he only saw how Suga and Taehyung lifted their victim from the ground.

-Was the. Thirteen. It was him! ”Jimin squealed with tears. He pointed at Carvallo with his arm. Thirteen tensed. It tense full body. He looked at his friend with doubt. With doubt so dark that my body bristled with fear. I swallow hard and turned to see me. When his screwed up gaze met mine I couldn't keep mine so I immediately lowered it. I sobbed and started crying.

Hurried footsteps sounded behind everyone. The prisoners moved away leaving her in the crosshairs. Thirteen stopped controlling Jimin because her attention was on Lucy. Thirteen stared at her wetly. He took a step in her direction but Lucy backed away. Thirteen contracted a hurt expression, more than that.

Carvallo curved her body to vomit and then, Thirteen turned her body slowly towards him. There was no longer white in his gaze. The black had filled the entire surface in a look as terrifying as the devil himself.

[ee-furoido]

TwstOBer Day 1

For TwstOBer Day 1 prompt: WORLD, from @raven-at-the-writing-desk‘s prompts found here. Fufufu, I hope you all enjoy a snippet into my past...

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“Ne, Jade- How much longer?”

“He’s only just started, Floyd, we need to be patient.”

“Aaah, I’m bored, I’m going to go play with those minnows. Call me when he’s done, kaaay?”

“Of course.”

Jade peered into the little cavern the three of them had claimed as their clubhouse from a young age. The other students in their school would tease, calling it a ‘lair’, where nefarious spells were being concocted by the weird, magic-obsessed tentacled merteen.

‘Well, perhaps they weren’t entirely wrong.’ Jade chuckled to himself, swimming inside the maw of the cave, following the small flickering light of what most certainly was the potion bubbling away.

Frantically poring over tomes the size of his torso and pouring various ingredients into the large pot in the center of the cavern was Azul, all ten of his limbs with something in hand. He measures with one tentacle, pours with another. Flips a page with one hand, write a note with another. There is a soft sheen of a sweat building on the brow of his lilac skin, an intense, determined look in his eye as he slowly builds his creation to completion.

Jade floats up next to his friend, his long tail bunching up under him as he rests alongside the cauldron. “It’s coming along nicely.”

Azul only grunted, barely acknowledging him. Azul’s one-track mind was more focused on finishing this, to fix the one thing that kept them stranded here in the sea, to let them be a part of the world on the surface.

Jade could read through Azul’s unspoken words and his resolve. Even into their young teen years, with how well Azul had made a name for himself as an up and coming mage, they still had their fair share of bullies; kids that didn’t like those who were different, kids that didn’t like those who had what they did not. It may not have been overt insults or physical interactions anymore, especially not with Jade or Floyd by his side, but the hushed whispers and side glances were still there. Perhaps on the surface it would be different. Or perhaps it would only further cause to isolate them from their peers as those who had forsaken their home. Jade chuckled. Not that that really was something that would hold them back.

“Imagine, Azul, a whole new world for us to spread our fins and explore. I’ve longed to see what is beyond the steep cliffs at the edge of the ocean, to see what manner of creatures await us there.” Jade mused to himself, filling the silence while Azul worked diligently, not caring that the octomer was too focused on his own work to respond back. “And it shall be wonderful to see Floyd bounce around on land, I am sure he will also get quite a kick out of everything it has to offer. It’s such a large world of opportunity ahead of us.”

“Jade.” Azul finally looked up, pausing from his notes. “You’re quite talkative today, is there something you wanted? I’m sure it can wait until after I’ve finished.”

Jade cocked his head and smiled delicately, his hand on his chest, polite as always. “Oh no, I am just entranced by the possibilities we have in store for us, Azul.” Azul regarded him for one more tic before turning back to his cauldron. Jade’s teeth flashed as his grin widened beside him, his true intentions held deep within his own heart.

It was quite a beautiful thing to watch Azul work. All of his limbs moved independently of another, and each tentacle was just as deft as his hands. Jade kept company as Azul continued, the two of them sitting in comfortable silence, only the sounds of the bubbles from the cauldron interrupting. The cauldron color shifted from clear to white.

Azul lets himself a small smile. Almost there.

“Jaaaaade~” Floyd’s voice floated in from the entrance to the cavern. “Azuuuuuul~” He haphazardly crashed into the cushions laid out against the far wall of the cavern and rolled around, eyeing his brother and Azul as they loomed over the large cauldron in the center of the cave. “Aren’t you guys done yet?”

Jade glanced up at him, the faint glow of the magic inside Azul’s cauldron reflecting ominously on his face as he gave a sharp-toothed grin. “On the final stages now, Floyd. A little more time-”

Floyd sighed. He curled his tail around himself, weaving it through the cushions and building himself a nest.  A few of the minnows that he had been chasing had followed him into the cave, their curiosity getting the better of them. Floyd lazily swatted at them; they weren’t any fun anymore. He resorted to blowing bubbles, watching the other two as he waited for his boredom to subside until finally-

“It’s done!” Azul exclaimed, as the color of the potion turned bright gold. The color glinted incandescently on the cavern walls, the gold flecks in the stone walls coming to life and dancing as the potion continued to bubble in the cauldron.

Floyd untangled himself from his cushions and approached the pot, opposite Jade. The gold from the potion enhanced the color of their yellow eye, an otherwise sinister look were anyone else not in present company to have witnessed it. Jade and Floyd locked eyes with each other, the same mischievous thoughts running through their heads, identical grins spreading across their face.

“Finally, we can leave this world behind!”

Jade chuckled at Azul’s bright and ecstatic expression, a refreshing change of pace from his usual miserable, tear-and-ink stained face. If going to the world on land meant seeing a whole new side of Azul, with much more potential for entertainment, the brothers would gladly follow him.

At least for a little while longer.

[justimajin]

It’s a Reverse Basket ◍ Part 12

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

⇝ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Words: 3.9k

⇝ Summary: Basketball is your everything; your passion for it running deep and wanting nothing more then to play the sport. Problem is, the sport isn’t offered competitively to girls and with that, all your hopes immediately fizzle away… …but who ever said that was going to stop you?

⇝ Warnings: pg13 (please check out the disclaimer on the first part)

⇝ A/N: I plan for this series to have 21 parts so we’re now officially past the halfway point. Also to avoid any confusion, all the characters are in their final year of high school so it’s assumed they’re at the drinking age. 

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⇝ Previous Parts: Moodboard Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

⇝ Next Update: Tuesday, June 2 

A low yawn passes by your lips and you stretch out your arms, letting them lazily fall against your sides. Blinking your drooping eyes, there’s an echo of voices thundering through the doors of the gym, members of your team prepared and crowding around you.

Namjoon paces in small circles, awaiting to be called into the gym. Yoongi stands next to him, eyes barely managing to stay wide and shadowy circles ringing around the edges. He remains leaning against the wall, head lolling to the side as he occasionally dips within points of unconsciousness.

A loud speaker sounds and he straightens up, staring into the small window of the gym’s corridor when the other team’s coach ushers you all in. The raging voices of the crowd jolts you, startled eyes glancing around to see the enthusiasm and anticipation nearly overtaking the court. You, Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin move to stand in the centre of the court while Namjoon and Yoongi stand at the benches with the remaining players. Jungkook progresses to the front, facing the opposite’s team captain and on standby for the referee.   

Stifling back another loud yawn, you focus your teary eyes back onto the court and firmly plant your feet on the ground, instantly dispersing when you hear the familiar whistle. You rush forward when Jungkook swirls around, eyes meeting yours for a split second before the basketball makes contact with your hands.

Pounding your feet against the hard floor, you soar against the opposing members trying to snatch the ball away from you, gaze darting around. Taehyung pokes into your field of vision, your eyes latching onto his raised arms and casting the basketball over in a flash. 

He ends up passing it over to Hoseok, whose shoes squeak when he has to weave his way around the resistance before jumping high on his toes, a loud cheer radiating through the room once the ball sinks in.

A huge dimpled grin spreads across his glowing cheeks, lightly jogging over as you and Taehyung quickly congratulate him for the point. Resuming back into position, the other team strikes you as having a surge of determination when Jungkook grabs the ball again, hurriedly launching it over to Jimin who gets swiftly trapped by an entourage of members.

He desperately glances around, sweat trickling down his temples with an overflow of unease until Taehyung sweeps in behind him, setting him free by taking hold of the ball. Jungkook eagerly races across from Taehyung, the two continuously passing in between themselves until they make it to the hoop, and Jungkook earns the next point for your team.

Relief graces you, huffing back onto the court with a smile as you await for the third whistle. Jungkook again takes charge of the basketball, culminating a sudden racing spike in his members when all you need is one more point to win. It’s a fact the opposite team seems to acknowledge as well, honed on in keeping their members closest to the one with the basketball.

It happens to be Hoseok that Jungkook passes over to, who then forcefully skids against the ground in a burst of vigor to transfer the ball to Jimin. He then extends the basketball to Taehyung when he becomes targeted again, everyone flocking around the former as if he were a beacon of light.

Taehyung pushes through, harshly breathing as he furiously dribbles and avoids blockages aimed for him. His incredible speed doesn’t hold back in assisting him, nimbly racing over in your direction.

You promptly get into position, aware that Taehyung would need someone to help him immediately by aiming for a shot. It seems the opposing member standing on defense near you takes notice of this though, quickly using his form to block you away from Taehyung.

You’re suddenly alarmed by the sudden intrusion, his form towering over you relentlessly whenever you move and a small tch to escape your lips. When you dart your troubled eyes around, a certain set of hardened eyes stare back. You widen your eyes for a second, before they filter back into focus.

Harshly gritting down on your teeth, you push yourself in front of the member, leaving him frazzled and scrambling to get in front of you again. You don’t allow him to though, feet dashing over to Taehyung who spots you right away. He throws the basketball, your hands clasping onto it firmly and not even granting the opposing a member the slightest chance to grab it.

You promptly spin around, accelerating your legs to the point where you’re sprinting and dribbling at the same time. The hoop comes into view for you, a grunt leaving you when you aim high and for victory.

The basketball falls onto the ground, a glowing three emerging for your team.

Your ears go silent when a collective of screams come from behind you, your members immediately engulfing you into a group hug that although leaving you a bit suffocated, doesn’t stop your radiating smile from disappearing. When everyone parts and you wipe the lingering sweat from your forehead, Namjoon and Yoongi dash over to congratulate you.

Namjoon pats you on the back and proclaims that you did a wonderful job with that last shot, eliciting a sheepishly thank you for the compliment. You face Yoongi after that, a knowing smile on his lips that makes you want to burst from joy.

“Well played Y/N.” He raises his hand for a high five and you grin when your hands meet, but then Yoongi lingers for a moment. A deep flush suddenly emerges on your cheeks, shyly retracting your hand when you know it hasn’t been kindled from the game. 

***

“Let’s hear it for Bangtan Sondeyeon!” Namjoon exclaims, raising his glass of freshly poured orange juice. You stand up and lift your glass with a giggle, watching surrounding members do the same as a strengthening choir of voices flood the room. 

Settling back down on the picnic table, you relax into your seat. After the successful game, Namjoon had decided it would be best if the team stayed back for one more day and had a celebratory dinner together. He managed to arrange a delivery from a nearby restaurant, urging all of you to eat to your heart’s content before packing up to head back tomorrow.

It was a proposition you didn’t mind at all, especially when occasionally the conversation dips into the game, Jackson remarking that the way you had played was amazing to watch and that it was incredible how you managed to score points so quickly. Namjoon agrees with him, noting that your teamwork had gotten better and this win was one that was well earned.

“You did a really good job as captain!” Hoseok remarks, peering into Jungkook’s direction as the latter meekly shakes his head, “I’m being serious, don’t you think Jungkook was great as captain Yoongi?”

You wait for Yoongi to speak up but instead there’s a rustling sound coming from nearby. Yoongi takes a deep sigh when he settles down beside you, much to your own surprise. There’s a glass of wine in his hands, a small smile drawing on your lips when he tries to be careful not to spill it anywhere.

Yoongi grins, “I think he did an even better job than I did. He’ll make a great captain in the future.”

Jungkook shyly smiles, the praise from his captain being a little too much for him. The situation gets overblown when Taehyung raises his glass of juice – because Taehyung and alcohol is an equation that Namjoon doesn’t know how he’ll ever be able to handle – and proclaims that they should raise a toast for Jungkook’s role as captain. You all stand up, giving him a gracious commemoration that only serves for him to humbly hide within the confines of his hoodie before you all settle down again, a warm collective laugh bubbling out from your group. 

Your laughter suddenly freezes; eyes darting over to the man beside you that has an affectionate look residing deep in his eyes, his hand moving even closer to grasp onto yours. Your lips pursue, the look appearing so distinctly similar to the one he had given to you that night – a cascade of memories resurfacing that suddenly make you flustered.

Gathering some much-needed courage, you bite down the smile that threatens to emerge on you, fingers looping around his.

***

“It was possible that the strategy couldn’t have worked. He was trying his best to keep you away from Taehyung.” Yoongi mumbles, dressed in an oversized sweater and silently padding through the hallway.

You hum, arms folding behind your back, “I think it only worked because I moved faster this time around.” A light laugh escapes you, “Though it was really nice getting the final shot in the game.”

Yoongi snickers, suddenly stumbling onto his feet. You instantly move, grabbing onto his arm before he can fall down and he attempts to resume walking with you. 

“Are you sure you’re not drunk?” You wonder, puzzled by his disarranged appearance. After having dinner, the members wanted to check out the school more and see if they could get into some of the clubs that had been going on, but you had decided to head back when the lack of sleep and intense game rendered you exhausted for the day. When you initially started to leave though, Yoongi offered to drop you back to your room, though he seems to be a little under the weather as well.

“I’m not.” Yoongi informs you, his speech not slurring or surfacing up as jumbled. Instead he blinks his stale eyes, holding back a yawn, “I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“Oh.” Is all you can reply with, again a rush of memories convoluting your mind in which you have to hurriedly shake your head to get rid of them. Yoongi raises a brow at you, but your dorm comes into view and you pause at it.

“Well we’re here.” You softly say, turning to smile at him, “Thanks for dropping me off.”

He hums, eyes wandering around when you take your keys out and jam them into the wooden door. When you step in, it slowly falls shut until a voice breaks through.

“Y/N?”

You quickly outstretch your hand so the door stops, eyes widening when you open it up again, “Yeah?”

What happens next is like a blur. One moment you’re wondering why Yoongi had called out your name before your door closed, the natural assumption that he needed something before leaving but forgot to tell you, to the next moment when his soft lips are right on top of yours, gently caressing your bottom lip and stealing the air from your lungs.

There’s a dazed look glossed over his eyes when he parts from you, eyes still wide as saucers from the action when he dreamily smiles. 

“Sorry.” He mutters, “I just really wanted to get some sleep tonight.”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything when he turns to leave, the door closing. You don’t notice when your hand remains on top of your mouth, eyes are still frozen and a hue of red scattered across your cheeks. Your back suddenly presses against the door, sliding down as you cover your face with your hands and bite down the shy smile that’s threatening to spark on your features. 

***

At the crack of dawn, your team packs up their bags and decides to bid farewell to the school they had grown accustomed to within a mere couple of days. It’s easier said than done, especially when you and Jungkook are forced to drag Taehyung by his arms into the bus when parting from the school is the last thing dwelling on his mind. It isn’t until Namjoon tells him that he’s paid to go to the other school and not going back would be a complete waste of money that he finally obliges, a chuckle leaving your lips when Jimin comes rushing over with Hoseok being dragged, appearing to be in a similar predicament to you. 

Once the wheels stop and the familiar buildings emerge, you all slump out exhausted. Hoseok complains that they didn’t need to come back so early in the day, later realizing that you have classes to attend and groaning when he has to head over immediately. You, Jungkook and Taehyung wave at Jimin when he turns to the opposite side in the hallway to go back to his dorm, the three of you crashing into the small dorm with drained sighs.

Jungkook puts his military bag into his room, eyes darting around, “Are you guys hungry? We can try to grab some breakfast from the cafeteria.”

Taehyung, who was in the midst of collapsing down onto his soft sheets and indulging in some much-needed sleep, whirls around at the suggestion, a glint in his eyes as he stomps out and grabs onto your hand.

“That’s a great idea! Come on Y/N, you join us too!”

You frown, but then your stomach lets out a little rumble that has Taehyung and Jungkook laughing, lifting your hands in exasperation with a smile. “Well, I guess that was my answer.”

Making your way across the school, the scent of freshly cooked pancakes and eggs wafts through the air, the realization that you hadn’t eaten anything since leaving hitting you right away. However Taehyung pauses, eyes scanning around the area.

“I guess we’re not the only ones with the same idea…” He points at the packed cafeteria, students cluttering up any free space and scavenging all nearby tables. Jungkook lets out a sigh, peeking his head into the door with a frown.

“So what do we do now?”

“We could go back to our dorm and just make something. I can bake!” He whispers excitedly, the colour draining from Jungkook’s face immediately.

“Maybe Jimin can cook this time around…” He mumbles underneath his breath, glancing in your direction, “What do you say Y/N?”

You don’t look at him, eyes frozen in a different direction. Jungkook’s brows furrow, and when he places his hand on your shoulder as a way for you to say something, you immediately whirl around and grab onto his and Taehyung’s arm. Racing at the speed of light, it’s a complete blur when Jungkook can only catch the messy sight of red hair drawing closer.

***

Yoongi narrows his eyes, glancing around in both directions and being sure he had seen you when he makes his way over. Taking a quick peek at the overflowing cafeteria, he simply shrugs it off and assumes he didn’t, deciding to ask Namjoon if he wanted to get some breakfast instead.

It doesn’t take long to find him, heading into the gym office to see Namjoon sorting out some papers, a knock against the door pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Busy?” Yoongi asks, only to see Namjoon dart his eyes up in puzzlement. That’s when he suddenly stands up, moving to lock the door behind Yoongi to which he can only stare in confusion.

“What are you doing?”

“Sit down.”

Yoongi is taken aback, mind swiveling. He obliges, slowly settling down onto the table that Namjoon was sitting at, facing the latter who holds a stern look in his eyes.

Yoongi directs a similar stare at him, wondering why there was so much hostility radiating off of the coach. “What is it?”

“I saw you and Y/N.”

That catches him completely off guard, something in Namjoon’s face telling him that it wasn’t a mere casual encounter that he had faced. Namjoon on the other hand, is still a bit startled with the recent turn of events.

The incident that resonates in his mind is the one of yesterday, when he had decided to get some adequate sleep after a long day at the new school. He soon departs after you and Yoongi leave, opting to go into his room promptly before he gets reminded of any other maintenance he’s forgotten to take care of. However, when Namjoon weaves through the hallways and turns to head to his room, the sight before him has him blinking.

Yoongi’s standing right outside of your door, and he’s kissing you.

The whole display throws Namjoon off, eyes widening when he quickly shuffles to hide himself behind the wall. When he hears the sound of a door shutting, he watches Yoongi walk away, a giant dazed smile on his lips. As he leaves, Namjoon steps out, gawking in both your directions , confusion apparent on his features. His head is spinning by the time he gets to his room, trying to piece together what was going on.

“And?” Is all Yoongi retorts, causing Namjoon to shake his head.

“And what else?” Namjoon grits, crossing his arms, “Why are you getting involved with one of our new team players?”

“I don’t see anything wrong with it.” Yoongi narrows his eyes, oddly feeling like he was being interrogated in the moment, “Do you have a problem with it?”

Namjoon pursues his lips, appearing like he wanted to retort something to that but it was taking time coming to him.

“I just don’t want there being any issues within my team.” He acknowledges, “We still have a long way to go and our fight should be on the outside.”

Yoongi hums, knowing Namjoon well enough to figure out what was dwelling inside his mind. “Nothing like that will happen, I can assure you.”

Namjoon nods, appreciating that Yoongi was giving him a solid word about the matter. However once the animosity drops from his posture, there’s a flicker of mere puzzlement, something that Yoongi addresses.

“What?”

He stays silent for a moment before he poses the question, “So….Y/N?”

Yoongi smiles, understanding that Namjoon was simply curious. 

“Yeah…I saw something in him when he first joined our team.” Yoongi can’t hide the fondness in his voice, especially in front of Namjoon, “It reminded me of the time when I went against my parents to play basketball, that same kind of strong determination.”

“Really?” Namjoon wonders in awe, and Yoongi nods. “That’s great to hear.”

Namjoon warmly smiles at his friend, getting up to unlock the door. “Ah! You originally came here for something?”

“Breakfast.” Yoongi mutters.

“I see…We can go, I just need to grab my bag.”

Namjoon darts over and hoists it onto his arm, shuffling to lock the door. He stills for a moment when something else dwells onto his mind.

“Uh Yoongi?” He turns to face him, “Can you promise me something?”

“What?”

“Next time you decide to be that affectionate, can you at least make sure to take a look around before you do something else?”

Yoongi sighs, rolling his eyes at Namjoon with a smug smile.

***

The room has dipped into a deafening silence, all sources of light cut off.

A hesitant voice begins. 

“So………why are we hiding inside a janitor’s closet?”

When you don’t answer and hug your knees, Taehyung and Jungkook exchange a look with one another.

“Did something happen to you?” Jungkook wonders, but you still don’t answer.

“What is it Jimin?” You softly shake your head, “Hoseok?” You shake it more, “Yoongi?”

You halt at that, nervously biting down on your lip. Their expression’s light up, as if they had just hit the jackpot.

“Ahh so Yoongi it is……” Taehyung ponders, “But that’s strange, the captain seems to like you Y/N.”

A profuse layer of scarlet colours your face, eyes darting around everywhere. A hand reaches out and taps against your forehead, Taehyung scrunches up his brows when you stare at him in bewilderment. 

“Are you sick again? You seem to be running a fever…” At that, Jungkook also reaches out, placing the back of his hand against your cheek.

“Taehyung’s right Y/N, you’re burning up.”

“Maybe we should go to the nurse’s office?” Taehyung starts to get up and with all your strength, you instantly yank him back down and mumble in a meek voice.

“I-I think I like the captain…..”

“He is a great captain.” Jungkook remarks, Taehyung nodding with him in agreement.

“I like him too, he has this way of noticing our strengths and weaknesses really wel–“ 

“I-I…” You’re completely red now, fingers fiddling around with your shoelaces, “I think I like like him.”

“Like like?” Taehyung frowns, “Well sure, he is great and all but don’t you think that’s bit of an exaggeration?”

When you don’t say anything, Taehyung opens his mouth to continue. He stops when Jungkook raises his hand, an intrigued brow plucked up.

“Do you mean like….romantically?”

When you shyly nod, Taehyung and Jungkook’s eyes widen. You assume there’s no harm in telling them, not being able to control the onslaught of butterflies fluttering in your stomach and the way your heart is practically thumping against your chest inside the dark confines of the janitor’s closet.

“Are you a hundred percent sure about that?” Taehyung mutters seriously, earning a glare from Jungkook, “What?! Yoongi can be scary, okay?”

Jungkook turns to you, “When did you realize you liked him?”

“During our trip…” You mumble, deciding it would be best not to disclose details of what transpired. You always knew that you had some feelings for Yoongi, but you hadn’t expected him to reciprocate them through a kis–

You cough, using your hands to cover your cheeks, “I-I just don’t know how to face him…”

“You’ll have to eventually.” Jungkook mentions, “You can’t keep avoiding him.”

Taehyung hums, “For sure, just act like you normally do around him.”

“I don’t know….” You whisper.

“If you avoid him forever, I don’t think he’s going to like it.” Jungkook mutters, causing you to raise your head from your knees.

“What do you mean?”

“Well if Yoongi likes you too, I don’t think he’d be really happy with you avoiding him like this.”

Taehyung nods, “He might take it as a wrong signal.”

Your eyes are wide, slowly lowering your gaze down and growing silent.

“Is this the reason why we’re hiding in here?” Taehyung waves off the molding mop hanging over his head, inching himself away from it.

You nod, unravelling yourself from your tightened position and gazing at the door. You suppose it is unfair, especially when you recall the content expression Yoongi had been holding when he caught sight of you and your friends.

Getting up with a sigh, Jungkook and Taehyung are quick to follow you when they realize your resolve. Holding your breath, you open the door and steadily inch outside, darting your eyes in both directions.

Luckily by the time you three shuffle over to the cafeteria, the crowd has considerably subsidized. Jungkook hurriedly snatches up a table while you and Taehyung secure a spot in the line up. You’re too lost in thought when Taehyung taps your shoulder, whirling around to see a man with red hair and another one with framed glasses glancing over at you.

With a timid smile, you shyly wave and Yoongi’s eyes light up, making his way over to you in an instant. When him and Namjoon stand in line right behind you, Taehyung and Namjoon get occupied in a conversation with one another. You and Yoongi on the other hand remain silent, but anyone from a distance can see the bashful smile that lines both of your lips.

[spaced-out-imagines]

Your Feelings Matter (Shinsou x reader)

Warnings: some depressive themes I guess but it doesn’t get too bad

A/n: not a request but I went through a similar experience a couple of weeks ago and I really wish I had someone to comfort me in that moment and who better to provide comfort than my favourite boy. And so this was born. I hope you enjoy!

You sighed as you looked at your phone. Your heart ached in your chest as you stared at the texts from your friends.

(...)

(Fn/1): yeah we should hang out soon. It’s been a while since we’ve hung out. (Yesterday 10:20 am)

(Fn/3): ohhhhh sounds fun I’m in! (Yesterday 10:21 am)

(y/n): I’m in too (Yesterday 10:30 am)

(Fn/2): me three ( Yesterday 11:00 am)

(y/n): ugh I really feel like shit right now. Is anyone free to talk? (Yesterday 6:01 pm)

(Fn/2): so what are we gonna do for our hang out? Does anyone want to go somewhere specifically? (Today 3:02 pm)

(Fn/3): I don’t really have a preference (Today 3:24 pm)

(Fn/1): I have to buy some new clothes so why don’t we go to the mall? (Today 4:00 pm)

(Fn/2): sounds good! (Today 4:03 pm)

(...)

You turned off your phone and flopped onto your bed in your UA dorm. You lay on your back and placed your arm on top of your eyes. Your chest hurt and you could feel the pain spread throughout your body creating a tingling sensation. You took deep breaths to try and compose yourself but it was hard.

Your friends had ignored your texts again.

You were used to this. Whenever you tried to confide in your friends they brushed you off. As if you never said anything or as if you didn’t even exist in the first place. It made you feel like you couldn’t talk to your friends, as if your feelings weren’t valid or important.

You continued to try and squash your feelings, to control the waves of sadness that seemed to hit you again and again, as well as the bad thoughts that seemed to flow along with the current.

You were blinking away tears when you heard a knock on your door. Confused you weakly called out, “who is it?”

“It’s me kitten.”

Your breaths came a little easier and you felt your heart warm a little. Of course your boyfriend decided to visit you right when you were feeling sad. You appreciated it but at the same time you didn’t want him to see you like this. You quickly sat up and grabbed your phone again, turning it on and scrolling through one of your social medias, to try and appear casual.

“Come in,” you said.

Shinsou walked through the door, closing it behind him. You looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back as he made his way over to you. He stopped in front of you and you wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his stomach, his hoodie feeling soft against your face.

“Hey Toshi,” you said quietly.

His fingers found their way to your hair, running through the tresses. He was careful to never pull too hard, as he didn’t want to hurt you. You almost purred at the feeling, your body relaxing even more and you struggled not to turn into a puddle of goo.

“Something wrong kitty?” he asked.

You remained quiet for a few moments, unsure of what to say. You didn’t want to bother Shinsou with your problems, didn’t want to burden him with stuff you should be able to deal with on your own. So instead of saying anything, you simply shook your head.

You felt Shinsou’s fingers stop moving and his hands grabbed the side of your face instead. You whined a little as he lifted your face and you saw he was frowning. 

“Are you sure kitty? I can tell something is wrong,” he said, his worry being conveyed through his tone.

You looked away, his purple eyes too intense for you to look at. It was like he was stripping away all of your mental defenses, leaving you vulnerable. “It’s... it’s nothing really. It’s dumb,”  you muttered, hoping that would be enough for him to drop it.

Unfortunately he didn’t.

His fingers stroked the side of your face softly, prompting you to lean into them. He pressed his forehead to yours, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Y/n. If something bothers you it’s not stupid. I don’t want you to bottle up your emotions. I want you to be able to confide in me. To tell me all your worries and doubts. All your troubles you can tell them to me,” he whispered.

Tears welled up in your eyes and your hands gripped his hoodie even tighter. All of the emotions that you had bottled up, that you had forced down, were starting to bubble at the surface. You felt like you were bursting at the seams, the pool of emotions welling up inside you getting bigger and bigger until it all came out in a flood. 

The tears rolled down your face as you finally let your feelings out. Little hiccups and whimpers escaped from your throat as Shinsou cooed at you gently. He began to run one of his hands through your hair once more, patting the top of your head trying to comfort you.

“Let it out kitten. You don’t need to bottle it up anymore, not around me,” he said gently, making you cry even more.

“I-it’s just I was talking to m-my friends and I tried to talk to them about my feelings again but they j-just ignored me,” you wailed, “it makes me feel like my emotions don’t matter Hitoshi! Like I don’t matter!”

Shinsou’s hand stopped moving once more and you almost whined from the loss of the comforting motion, but he quickly sat down on the edge of your bed and grabbed you by your waist. He gently, but swiftly, pulled you onto his lap and hugged you tightly. Shinsou buried his face in the crook of your neck before he spoke.

“Darling no. That’s not true at all. Your feelings matter, they will always matter. It’s not your fault that your friends ignored you, that’s on them for being bad friends,” he told you. As Shinsou said this you felt your neck get wet and it took you a second to realize he was crying.

“If your friends continue to ignore you then maybe you should confront them about it. They might not know they’re hurting you,” he continued, “but even if they keep blocking you out know that your feelings are always important. You should never feel like you don’t matter because to me you are everything.”

At Shinsou’s comforting words you couldn’t help but cry more. You threw your arms around his neck and his hold around your waist tightened. The two of you sat there for a few minutes, just basking in each other’s presence, loving each second of it. It was like you could feel Shinsou’s love coming off of him in waves, filling your entire body with warmth.

“I don’t deserve you,” you said, laughing a little at the end.

 At the sound of your laugh Shinsou pulled away from your neck so that his eyes could meet yours. He smiled gently, even though there were still remnants of tears in his eyes. “On the contrary my dear, it is I who doesn’t deserve you,” he said.

You giggled again at his choice of words before leaning in to give him a peck on his nose, causing his face to turn into a rosy pink. “Why don’t we just say we’re both perfect for each other,” you suggested as you smiled back at him.

“Mmmm that works I suppose,” Shinsou replied before kissing you all over your face causing more laughs to escape from your mouth.

“Hitoshi?” you said after he was done attacking your face with kisses.

“Hm?”

“Thank you for being there for me.”

“Anytime kitten.”

Bonus:

“So do you want to cuddle?”

“Do you even have to ask kitty?”

“Hm that’s a fair poin- ah! Toshi get off me you’re heavy!”

“You love being beneath me just admit it.”

“...Shut up you pervert.”

“Hey you’re the one who twisted my words to sound dirty.”

“Just be quiet and cuddle me Hitoshi.”

“Of course my love.”

[elminx]

Energy Update: The Lies We Tell (Sag Season 2020)

There's a really intense conflict of truth vs. lies going through the collective right now that definitely going to be a major theme (as if it hasn't already been this year) ramping up starting today and continuing all the way through the rest of the year.

For the next month, we're in Sagittarius season which means that our star, Mercury, and Venus are all going to traverse Sag and make a square to Neptune in Pisces. Sagittarius is a very truth-seeking sign - after the native has risen from the depths of the underworld of Scorpio, they feel the need to blaze what they have found out into the universe. ( I spoke about this earlier in the Summer when we had our first eclipsed new moon in Gemini - feel free to refer to that for more specifics

)Pisces, on the other hand, is not. Most Pisceans have a special relationship with their truth - one that only they will ever understand, and only sometimes. I don't mean to imply fish natives are liars just that they have crafted a reality at some point in their lives which they deemed safe to live in and have never resurfaced. Whether that reality resembles outside quantifiable "truth" is anyone's guess. So when you put the energy of murky unstable Neptune into its home sign of Pisces - things just get a bit confusing.

This is a pretty long term influences that is going to come head to head with a double set of eclipses and quick-moving Mercury is leading the charge.

Today, Mercury in Scorpio makes a quick trine to Neptune in Pisces - this may feel pretty nice because a retrograde Neptune in Pisces feels a lot like Mercury in Scorpio - really into secrets. "got a secret? can you keep it? I swear this one I'll save..." Watch out for what you say today - you may tell somebody more than you intend to. Pay attention to what other people tell you. And be aware - there's likely a BIG reveal on the horizon.

Starting today and going until 12/31 there are an increasingly frenetic sequence of aspects involving both Mercury and Neptune that really should be watched. This Friday, 11/27 - Mercury sextile Pluto (another planet of secrets), and then, on Sunday 11/29 - Mercury sextiles Jupiter at the same time as Neptune stations direct in Pisces. Watch out for a big reveal - especially that day through Tuesday or Wednesday as we immediately go into a lunar eclipse in Gemini (a sign known for keeping secrets, badly) and then Mercury leaves Scorpio and enters Sag on Tuesday 12/1.

Mercury has a story to tell. Something is going to come to light. And it's probably going to hurt, too, because, by Friday, Mercury is making a trine to our wounded healer asteroid Chiron in Aries.

The Sun squares Neptune on 12/08 and Mercury squares Neptune officially on 12/13 leading into a solar eclipse in Sagittarius on Monday 12/14 - then both Saturn and Jupiter transit into Aquarius and meet up for conjunction on 12/21. We round out the month with Mercury (now in the sign of Capricorn) squaring Chiron before trining Uranus (another planet big on the reveal). Finally, Venus squares Neptune on 12/31.

I think (if I counted right) that is 14 aspects basically amounting to the same exact thing: shit is about to get REAL. Somebody (Neptune in Pisces) has got a fucking secret and Mercury is gonna tell the fucking world. I don't even need to extrapolate that out to our world view right now but let's talk about it personally.

So let's talk about the truth. Everybody lies. Some people do it with good reason. Some people do it with malice. Some people do it neglectfully. Some people do it purposefully. Some people love to lie and some love to tell the truth. The person that you likely lie to the most often is yourself.

The reason that I feel called to bring that up specifically is Neptune in Pisces - that "lie to me baby" attitude so often taken up by Pisces natives and Pisces Moons. This type of energy creates vast made-up worlds in which individuals live in by ignoring all evidence to the contrary. Again, check the news. The scary thing is that it does work - so long as everyone around you is willing to support your delusions.

That's the thing, the crux of this moment. the season - this alignment - this moment in time - it is just not meant to be a moment of delusions. Expect to watch the glasshouses break. Expect to have to eat your words. Expect to have that hard conversation. Expect to tell the truth. Be open to receiving the truth even if it is not what you might have hoped that it would be.

This is intense energy and it's going to sit heaviest on the mutable signs: anyone with Sun/Moon/Ascendant (possibly even Venus and Mars) in Sagittarius and Pisces firstly and Gemini/Virgo secondarily. Your mileage will vary depending on a lot of factors related to your own birth chart.

What you can do:

get real with yourself (firstly) and the other important people in your life (secondly)

check yourself - just because this energy lends to telling you the truth doesn't give you the right to be an ass-hole

be authentically and 100% you

watch your words - double-check any important communications

listen - somebody might have a hard truth to tell you

journal or write for yourself - even if you aren't ready to share your deep truth with other you can share it with yourself

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