#team manager 🫧!

[furuyalover]

Hey bae! Can I request the song Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra, with any of the Haikyuu boys for your music event? - 🫧

somethin’ stupid | mars & her music event

"and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like 'i love you'"

— ft. iwaizumi hajime

AN: tysm for ur request! this was so much fun to write & ty for joining my event! for any readers int in participating, more info ab it here ! also this is on the longer side so cozy up, & get ready for some iwa fluff

"i know i stand in line, until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me..."

you were at a semi-formal event put on by your school, aoba johsai. despite the amount of people there, the ballroom in which the ball took place had a tranquil atmosphere. seeing your classmates in an elegant manner, looking at some of them and thinking oh wow they clean up nice, it was a rather lovely change of pace. however, only one student in particular really caught your eye. that student, of course, was the one and only, iwaizumi hajime.

he looked radiant. you've really never seen him in anything outside of his school and volleyball uniforms, so he was really a sight for sore eyes. the suit he wore was well-tailored, but you could still make out the defined muscles on his biceps. he was so elegant and well mannered in this setting, and it certainly helped that his best friend sitting next to him was being as obnoxious as usual, making iwaizumi's polished manner even more apparent,

hajime also had his eyes set on someone, you. he only ever sees you at school, in your required uniforms, so he was stricken with adornment when he saw you tonight. he had always admired you, had even a secret crush on you, (which of course was obvious to the whole volleyball team based off how much he mentions you) seeing you dressed so lovely, and looking even more beautiful than usual, how could he not gaze at you like that? but when he saw you being approached by other students, telling you how gorgeous you looked, his insecurities got the best of him. why should i even try? they already have all these other guys romancing them, i wouldn't even stand a chance, he would mumble to himself. oh how little the boy knows..

"i practice everyday to find some clever lines to make the meaning come through. but then i think i'll wait til the evening gets late, and i'm alone with you..."

after talking it over with his best friend who sat beside him, tooru oikawa, he decided to just say screw it and muster up enough courage to talk to you. he & oikawa practiced exactly what he's going to say to you, since tonight will be the night he finally confesses to you. after ensuring that his words will be perfect, he gathers all his confidence to get up, and begin walking to where you're standing & talking to a few classmates.

"the time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue"

he slowly makes his way over to you, being sure that you aren't talking to anyone by the time he approaches you. everything is gonna go perfectly, he'll have the perfect moment to tell what he's been feeling all these months.

after finishing some conversations with friends, out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar face walking towards you. is iwaizumi really coming over here? oh my god this is really happening, shit i hope i look okay. you frantically pat down your hair and clothes, to make sure you hopefully look perfect by the time iwa sees you. when he finally gets to you, you notice something about him is different. he seems more reserved than usual, almost seemingly shy?

"iwaizumi! i didn't know if you were gonna make it today, great to see you!" you say smiling like an idiot. "please, call me hajime. great to see you too, you look stunning." flustered by his affection, you look down smiling to hide your beet red face. hajime is hit with relief because now you hopefully won't see how red he is himself. "hey don't wanna sound weird or anything, but would you wanna step outside with me for a sec? there's something i need to get off my chest." your eyes widened, nervous at what he could possibly have to say. but regardless you nod in agreement as he takes you outside.

the two of you gaze out to the sky, on the balcony just outside the venue of the formal, in partially comfortable partially awkward silence. "so, um, what was it you wanted to say?" you nervously ask to try and break the ever so loud silence. fuck. iwaizumi thought. all his practice with oikawa? yea, that all went out the window because suddenly his mind is going a million miles per minute. he has so many thoughts running through his head, but he just can't seem to find the words, nor the confidence, to voice them. but before you know, the stern and intimidating volleyball player you're used to turns into a rambling mess.

"and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, 'i love you'..."

"i don't really know how to say this, but fuck it i'll just try" he starts. you take a step back to look at him, a little confused, but waiting to hear the rest. "y/n, i really like, maybe even love you. i don't know, i'm bad with feelings, but i do know that you're all i think about. i never shut up about you, and i think you're the most perfect person put on this earth. i know i'm not oikawa, and that you probably have tons of other guys who want you and i probably sound stupid but i jus-" he stops suddenly when realized that you've wrapped your arms around him and engulfed him in a hug. after hesitantly wrapping his muscular arms around you, he relaxes a bit more, and eases into your touch.

with the side of your face resting on his chest, you look up at him beaming. both of you blushing profusely, but neither of you pay any attention to that. after a moment of just staring at each other, you finally say with a smile "you are kinda stupid hajime, i like you too, maybe even love also. i don't know how you haven't picked up on that yet" this just makes iwaizumi pull you in tighter, it feels like all his dreams had just came true.

"oh my god he finally did it" "god it's about time" oikawa and hanamaki groan to each other. yes they watched this whole thing go down for a comfortable distance, partially to make fun of him but also just to support their close friend from afar

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[girlokwhatever]

okokokok soooooooo bringing it back to battle of the blondes. let’s set the scene shall we? there’s a wnba event where all three are present and they’ve all interacted with reader separately(reader could be apart of the event or a media reporter). everyone’s blonde big 3 are raving about reader to each other (without realize it’s the same person) and when they find out they’re all talking about reader…..the battle begins (def might have to be a mini series but fs has potential)

thoughts? or prayers ig?

-🫧

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paige bueckers x fem!reader, emily engstler x fem!reader, kate martin x fem!reader

*just gonna call reader peach bc i don’t want to make an oc, its used like twice for plot purposes.*

oh you’ve really done it now.

you’re attending a WNBA event, something pivotal that would launch your career to the next level if it went well, and you might ruin it for yourself just by the way you’re ogling some of the women.

three women in particular.

you really needed this to go well. like, really needed it. you were planning on becoming a social media manager for one of a few teams you’ve spoken to and you were using tonight to prove yourself. it’d been going really well and you captured such great content for a few different teams but as soon as you saw them, your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach. just looking at them made you nervous.

kate martin was the first one to approach you, smile wide with a toothy grin that made you blush. she was nervous.

she spotted you as soon as she walked into the space, easily recognizing you from some of the work you’ve done with the aces. she even heard talk that you’d be the new content manager, something she could only pray was true.

she found her way to you quickly. but as soon as you were within arms length and already smiling at her, she realized she had no idea what she was going to say to you. she had no plan, no cheesy pick-up line, and she definitely had zero chill.

“hi kate! you wanna film some content?”

yes. but not in the way you were talking about.

“i mean, should i? i don’t know, i just saw you and wanted to say hey.” oh god, she was definitely sweating through her undershirt.

“oh okay, well it’s good to see you. how’ve you been?”

kate moves closer to you now, leaning down slightly as you talk so she can hear you better. it’s so she can hear you, not because she wants to be as close to you as possible. definitely not. that’s why when her hand hovers over your spine, gently pressing into you it’s not a big deal because she just can’t hear you.

“oh y’know, i’ve been good. i haven’t seen you at any practices recently. i’ve missed you!” she’s saying it with a friendly tone, leaning down and fanning her breath over your ear. her words immediately make you blush, a silly smile spreading on your face. she never fails to flatter you.

“aw really? i’ve missed you too money martin.”

the blonde laughs and you physically feel it. it isn’t until her body shakes your own that you realized you’re leaning into one another. it immediately makes you freeze, eyes scanning the room for disapproving glances because you need to be on your best, most professional behavior.

you don’t find what you’re looking for, extremely thankful that everyone else’s attention is elsewhere. you push away from kate slightly, turning to stand in front of her. her hand reluctantly drops from your spine but her smile never falters because at least you’re still here.

“so.. i’ve heard some rumors you might be the new media manager for the aces?”

“oh yeah, well, i don’t know. i’ve been seeing a couple teams recently.”

“oh?” oh. it’s definitely not kate’s favorite news. she felt like she really bonded with you and she wanted to have you around more, but the lack of confirmation was a little disheartening. you were so talented; all of your photos looked amazing and everyone loved them. plus, you were a sight for sore eyes. really though, kate looked at you like you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen. but that’s because you were.

“are you jealous that other teams get my attention too?” you joke, poking your finger on her shoulder gently.

kate’s blushing uncontrollably, turning the same shade as her red suit. she feels like her body might be on fire simply because of your playful teasing. she’s so fucking whipped.

“oh, i- i mean, no, of course not. like you’re great so y’know, i’ll miss you and stuff. yeah.” kate curses herself for stumbling over her words, red cheeks turning crimson. you laugh it off though, smiling that big smile you’re known so well for.

“i’m just messing with you kate. i still don’t know where i’ll end up, wish i could tell you.”

she’s about to say something else, maybe compliment your pretty dress or the way your hair is done but she can’t because someone is calling her name. she pretends like she can’t hear it and continues looking at you, but you’re already looking in the direction of the voice calling out to the blonde. kate internally groans, closing her eyes to roll them in annoyance.

“well, i’ll see you around katie. it was really nice getting to talk to you.”

katie. were you giving her a nickname? the simple thought erupts butterflies in her stomach like she’s never felt before. you make her feel like a love-struck teenager again.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll see ya.” she runs her hand down your arm, gently squeezing once she reaches your palm. it feels wildly intimate for your surface level friendship but kate wants you to know. she needs you to. she can’t even help herself anymore, looking back to smile at you as she disappears into the crowd.

you take a deep breath, reminding yourself that you’re at a work event, not a tinder date. a few more people approach you after that and vice-versa for some media photos and videos. you take pictures of breathtaking outfits, film funny videos and short interviews, and mingle with team management and owners.

you’re in the middle of conversation with a new york liberty media manager when you feel a familiar presence behind you, a gentle hand gliding over the small of your back.

emily engstler smiled at you as you turned away from the previous and forgotten conversation. you were immediately at ease just by looking at her, pulling her into a swift embrace.

“oh my god emily, it’s so good to see you.”

“i could say the same. there’s so many people here i’m glad i spotted you.”

emily was part of the team you’d been working with the past few weeks, filming videos and pictures of the washington mystics players to put up on their social media. you two bonded very easily and quickly and it made your job much more fun, so you really grew a keen liking for her.

she felt the same, maybe a little something more than friendly though.

“how are you? having fun?”

“oh yeah, loads of fun. everyone is so sweet.” it wasn’t a lie; other than the soft but increased patter of your heart because of how good she looked, you were doing great.

“yeah? i’m glad. you look really nice by the way. i’ve never seen you dressed up like this.”

“i could say the same about you. i’m so used to seeing you all sweaty, this is a big difference.”

on the surface emily is calm and collected. she laughs lightly at your comment because it’s true, but it also leaves her a little flustered because hopefully no one heard that out of context. but a tiny part of her hopes someone did.

“do you want me to snap some pictures of you in your suit?” you offer, pointing to the camera resting around your neck.

now she’s even more flustered. she nods and moves to stand against the wall, giving you her best model-level smile as you take her picture. when you show her the pictures she almost cringes at how noticeably flushed she is. it’s all because of you and your cute dress and your even cuter smile-

“are you alright em?”

em. fuck. she’s totally done for as soon as you utter the nickname. it’s not even anything special, everyone fucking calls her that. but it sounds different coming from you. it doesn’t help that you grip her bicep just hard enough to make her a little dizzy.

“oh yeah. can we retake those? i look like a tomato.”

“for sure. i’m sorry- i think i messed up the lighting setting on the camera or something.”

she poses again, flashing you that same breath-taking smile. her hands buries itself deep in her pocket to hide the clamminess.

you can’t help but adore her from behind your device. your eyes linger on her face, watching as her eyes trace your movements as you pull the camera away. she’s much more pleased with the results this time, leaning in to affirm your media skills. emily complimented you endlessly as you showed her shots from earlier in the day too, trying to navigate her way into your heart.

“so, do you know if you’re signing with the mystics or..?”

“oh, no i don’t, not for sure anyways. i don’t think i’m supposed to tell you this but it’s definitely been talked about with management and stuff. i think they really like me.”

“how could they not?”

emily tried to keep her spirits high and wandering mind positive. if you were signed with the mystics it’d make things a lot easier for emily. things like making very clear moves on you to a possible and eventual romantic relationship, something she was interested in having with you.

she watches you smile at her comment and it only warms her heart further. she noticed you do this thing when you smile and she absolutely fucking loves it- you always tilt your head a little to the left when you smile, shrugging sometimes when it’s because of a compliment. she watches you do it now, only admiration flooding her mind and body language.

“you gotta stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like that. it’s driving me crazy”

you almost go breathless because she’s making you so nervous- was she flirting? it was making your head spin and her cheeky smile doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.

you’re about to reply with some nonsense but thankfully the moment saves you, a teammate of emily’s grabbing her attention.

“hey guys! emily c’mere, there’s someone from my college team i want you to meet.”

she reluctantly waves you goodbye as she vanishes back into the crowd of people that’s only grown since she arrived. now you’re left to stand on your own, still flustered by the tall blonde when another one walks towards you, hand gently coming down on your shoulder to grab your attention.

paige bueckers greeted you with a warm smile, a genuine one that reached to her eyes. your eyes went wide with excitement upon seeing her, a smile like her own painting your features excitedly.

“paige! i had no idea you’d be here.”

“y’know i had to show up to see my fav.”

you’d worked with her before, interning with uconn’s media team last year during your last year of college. she was growing to be a big star in college basketball so you worked with her a lot. it was always a fun time, especially since she’s so photogenic.

“i know you’re working with all the pro teams now but i still think you should come back to uconn for my last year.” she teases, squeezing your shoulder as a gentle reminder that she’s still there and still so close to you.

“oh yeah? you gonna win this year?”

“you already know.”

she shoves her hands in her pockets because she realized she can’t stop touching you. even on the retreat, her smirk is relentless and unwavering within your banter together. confidence exudes from her very being and it’s unbelievably attractive, at least she hopes it is.

she’s trying to swoon you.

“really though, what team are you gonna be working with by next year? i need to know where i’m gonna end up.”

you laugh at that, a beautiful laugh that sweeps through your whole body. it’s music to paige’s ears, face heating up at your reaction but she never falters. she’s smiling and laughing with you because your energy is contagious to her, intoxicating enough to where she’s okay with becoming an addict if it means she can be like this forever. with you.

“wouldn’t you like to know.”

“yeah i would actually.”

“can’t tell you.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t know. change of subject though, let me do my job and take some pictures of you.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

she confidently finds her way in front of the backdrop, posing in a way you can only describe as incredibly fucking hot. she switches her pose a few times and you capture a multitude of pictures from each moment, admiring her beauty and ease.

she swiftly finds her way back to you after a few moments, not able to deny the magnetic energy that keeps pulling her to you. as you show her some of the pictures her hand loops around your torso, pulling you out of the way of passersby, but also just so she can keep close to you.

it feels like it’s been ages since the draft, which is the last time paige saw you. she wants to soak you in now because she doesn’t know when she’ll see you again. the thought sends a pang through her heart but paige is absolutely determined to make a more.. official, move on you tonight. she pulls back to look at your face, cogs in her head turning to look for the perfect thing to say when someone whisks you away.

you bid your sweet, honey-laced farewell before you’re gone in a flash. paige understands, you’re here to work. she strolls away aimlessly, spotting a few familiar faces seated at a table in the distance.

that’s how the three blondes found themselves all at the same table, all gushing about the same person without a clue.

it started with paige talking to caitlin, who eventually dragged kate into the conversation alongside emily. paige talked about you, a nameless mention of the most beautiful girl ever. she gushed to the other blondes about how happy she was to see you again, how pretty you looked, and how sweet you acted.

“i didn’t get to talk to her for long unfortunately but im still so glad i got to see her. she’s so amazing.” paige spoke confidently, leaving your identity anonymous to the rest of the girls at the table. caitlin pushes kate teasingly at the topic, piping up to add to the conversation.

“kate’s little crush is here too. won’t stop talking about her.”

“uh yeah, i saw her when i first got here. i haven’t seen her since though, i think she’s really busy y’know.” kate’s blushing, nowhere in her nightly plans did she intended to spill her guts to everyone about her massive crush on you.

“oh yeah kate, keep it modest. don’t tell them what you told me, about how pretty she looks and how talented she is and how her hair is up so nicely in a cute little half updo-”

“dude!”

“fine, fine.” caitlin’s eyes drift to the other blonde across the table, motioning to her, “what about you? anyone special here tonight?”

emily nervously clears her throat and sinks into the chair. she can’t help but smile at the simple thought of you. the word vomit comes immediately and she can’t even help it.

“oh yeah. i mean, i guess. i’ve kinda liked her for a little while and i got to talk to her earlier. she’s really cool. bro, she’s got this thing she does when she smiles- i swear it’s gonna kill me someday. i’m fucking whipped.”

“same.”

“same.”

kate and paige speak in unison, almost alarmingly. caitlin’s eyes flicker between her friends, then to aaliyah as she approaches the table. she occupies the space between emily and paige, grabbing the shoulders of both her former and current teammate.

“paige did you see peach?”

“yeah, i talked to her a little while ago.”

“did you, emily?”

“yeah i did.”

liyah winks at emily, knowing of the crush her teammate has for her friend. it makes emily blush which immediately catches paige’s eye- it’d be impossible to miss emily’s big smile at the mention of your famous nickname shared between close friends. kate doesn’t catch on, too embarrassed from caitlin’s intrusive speech to think properly.

“wait, what was that?” paige is quick to question, wanting nothing more than for her suspicions to be proven wrong.

“nothing?”

“oh my god.” caitlin breaks through the short silence. she’s pieced it all together. caitlin throws her head back in laughter almost manically because, this drama is too fucking good.

“what?” kate asks, confused as to why everyone looks so concerned.

“you guys all have a crush on the same person.”

everyone’s eyes widen; in fear, horror, shock, jealousy, disbelief, you name it. paige finds you amongst the crowd talking to a woman and can’t help but feel possessive over you. you’re hers. a similar thought seems to run through the other two blondes as well. they all grimace, faces turning sour with discontent.

“wait, you guys have a crush on peach too?” kate doesn’t even want to know the answer, heart sinking past the floor when the other blondes nod in confirmation. she wants to throw up, but more than that she wants to find you and confess her admiration towards you in hopes that you feel the same.

she has to get to you before the others.

she stands up and darts across the room as casually as possible. caitlin watches in shock because she’s never seen her close friend act this way, but there’s a first for everything.

“fuck.” paige mutters, pushing away from the table to follow kate’s trail to you. emily does the same. all the blondes have departed from their previous spots, now only concerned with the trivial task of finding you and getting you alone.

it’s no use though, all immediately arriving within the same second. your attention is inevitably drawn to all three of them as they stand before you with pleading eyes.

“guys? is everything alright?”

“no.” kate mutters, eyes shamelessly wandering over your figure with her bottom lip pulled snugly between her teeth.

“what’s.. what’s going on?”

everyone is silent, glancing around at one another before paige bravely breaks the stale silence. “we all like you peach. a lot. basically, you need to pick one. if any of us.”

“oh.”

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this was 3.1k words…. my longest fic

i really hope it lives up to the hype 😣

yall need to tell me who you want peach to end up with……. maybe all?! 😏

also this long ass fic is not spell checked

[pinkpigtailsprincess]

* ੈ✩ Scripting Help !! ‧₊˚ 🎀

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[ellecdc]

⚡️ - angst, ☀️ - fluff, ⛅️ - hurt/comfort, 🌶️ - smut/spicy, 🌈 - crack [comedy] 🫧 = elle’s favourites

The Winner Takes it All (you don't need to compete for the boys) ☀️ ->The Loser Has To Fall (companion piece) ☀️ Swim Lessons (meet cute with swim instructor marauders) 🌈 When One Door Closes (the boys support you as you end your toxic relationship)⛅️ Sweet Tooth (you love baking for the boys, and they love you) ☀️ Overthinking (you're convinced they're mad at you) ⛅️🫧 Our little gremlin (fem!readers sense of humour) 🌈 Sirius' Arch Nemesis (fem!reader finds a kitten) 🌈🫧 The Sound of Music (muggle born gn!reader x poly!marauders) ☀️ Two Steps Forward (fem!reader struggling with mental health, hurt/comfort) ⛅️🫧 Marauders + your younger sibling headcanons It's been you? (when they find out their gf is a secret animagus) ⛅️🫧 who are you talking to? (they find out their date talks to her cat) 🌈 we've got you (the boys help gn!reader through an epileptic seizure) ⛅️🫧 we don't need to celebrate (marauders x roommate!reader who cleaned her room)☀️ quit (reader gets upset when James is injured during a match) ⚡️⛅️🫧 "she's fine" "she's crying" (the boys are called to pick up sad drunk!reader) ⛅️ popping wheelies (marauders x wheelchair user!reader blurb) ☀️ Scout's Honour (the boys find fem!reader sleeping with her stuffie)☀️ post-war panic (x fem!reader hurt/comfort) ⛅️ what it feels like to win (sirius takes autistic!reader to get her nails done)☀️ why sirius is banned from shopping for reader 🌈 World Cup Woes (james & sirius love fussing over moony + reader with POTS)☀️ it's a tie (moonchaser vs Sirius x reader prank war ends in a +pregnancy test) ⛅️ -> of showers and babies (pregnancy fic) ☀️🫧 your boyfriend's a trollop (everyone dresses up as Sirius) 🎃🌈 that scallywag (the boys pout when reader matches Barty for halloween)🎃 social media manager (NHL marauders have a crush on slytherin staff!reader)🌈 post moon peace (the boys and werewolf!reader recover from a full)☀️ the plight of Padfoot (the pack meets another werewolf) ⛅️🌈🫧 papa padfoots sacrifice (mum!reader saves their child from dad!marauders)🌈🫧 the team's baby (medic!reader interrupts practice so they can feel baby kick) ☀️ ABBA isn't music (dad!marauders x reader don't agree on music for their baby)🌈 cuddling isn't cute (reader, rem, & James <3 cuddling much to Sirius' chagrin)🌈 James' love & the adventures of padvix (fem!reader + the boys at an airBNB)❄️

page two [seer!reader, whimsical!reader, feisty!reader, + Lily, zombie au]

[nahoney22]

Hey bestie! I love your work and as I've gotten to know you better, you've been an amazing friend ❤️

I was wondering if you could do some hurt/comfort/whump with f!reader x Tech! Maybe they have crash landed or been captured together or something. Perhaps they don't necessarily get along with each other but this situation forces them to work together and they discover that maybe the other isn't so bad. ❤️ Thanks!

Crash Landed 🌊

🫧 Pairing: Tech X Female Reader

word count: 5.9k

Prompts: none

Summary: After you and Tech crash land in a remote Jungle, the two of you need to put your heads together and work as a team. Which is sometimes easier said than done.

warnings: Hurt, Angst and Comfort Whump Trope, Mentions of Injury to Reader and Tech, reader has a fear of blood, Kinda Enemies to Lovers, Reconciliation, Talks about Feelings, Huddling for Warmth, Heated First Kiss, Female Reader. Not proofread.

authors note: I love this idea! I hope I did it justice. And by the word count, clearly I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for being and amazing friend @arctrooper69 🩶

You awaken, dazed and confused, your head heavy as your eyes adjust to the dim, smoke-filled surroundings. What's that smell? Is that... smoke? What happened?

Your body aches with every movement as you manage to sit up with a hefty groan, feeling the weight of gravity pull at your limbs. Rubbing your eyes with your hands to focus, you realise that everything is on its side, the walls of the shuttle caved in, sparks flying from broken control panels. What a mess. But, you're sure you were not alone before this happened.

“Tech?” you call out, your voice croaky before you start coughing, as if your lungs had filled up with smoke.

No reply. “Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead,” you mutter to yourself as panic sets in, the memories flooding back. The mission, the Imperial's, crashing. Yes, that’s it. You crash-landed. But where? And where was Tech?

Luckily, your thoughts are answered as a torch shines in the distance, followed by loud clattering as if objects were being moved. You squint through the smoke, trying to ignore the acrid scent of burning metal. “Ah, there you are,” Tech says as he comes into view, his armor scratched, and his goggles a little skewed on his head.

“What happened?” you ask as he approaches you, another spluttering cough escaping your lips.

“If you take a look around, it will become apparent that we have crashed,” he replies. Ah yes, still a pain in the neck even after both of you nearly died.

You and Tech had rarely seen eye to eye. Since you joined the squad months ago, he always seemed to be on top of you, trying to prove you wrong or point out mistakes. It was tiresome. And now, unfortunately, you were stuck with him.

Rolling your eyes, you were in no mood for his tone and began to stand. However, as soon as you did, your leg gave way, your knees slamming to the floor. A cry of pain escaped you, making Tech look up from his cracked datapad, his eyes widening with slight concern. “Are you injured?”

“Obviously,” you grumbled in reply, stretching out your legs to assess the damage, but you didn’t see anything at first. It wasn’t until Tech crouched down in front of you that he spotted it.

“You have a laceration on your calf,” he said, his voice calm but concerned, inspecting the wound closely, and you did a double-take at his words.

“W-What? Is it bad?” You tried to hide the panic in your voice, but if there’s one thing you hated, it was blood.

Tech didn’t reply straight away, his eyes inspecting the wound closely, but your nerves began to eat away at you. “Tech, is it bleeding?” You asked quickly, your chest heaving as the fear started to creep in.

“Yes,” he confirmed, not making eye contact with you before he stood again, “I shall look for a medkit among this rubble. Stay here.” Well, it’s not like you had anywhere to go anytime soon anyway.

You wanted to call out to him, you wanted him to stay with you, but that would be inviting him to babysit you. Just because you were scared didn’t mean you wanted Tech to take care of you, which he probably would not do anyway.

Luckily, he wasn’t gone long and returned with a battered medkit. Some vials were smashed inside, and some tools were of no use, but you were glad that the bandages were untarnished. You had to look away as he started to dress your leg, cutting away the loose fabric to your pants before he skillfully wrapped it up. “That should do for now. Can you stand? We need to get out of here as it wouldn't surprise me if this shuttle imploded at any minute.”

Comfort was not his strong suit, clearly.

“I’ll try,” you began to haul yourself up your feet, but again, you were too weak. “No, no, no, I can’t.” As you were about to fall once again, Tech tucked himself under your arm, a hand steady on your waist as he kept you up.

“I will have to carry you.”

“No!” You squeaked. No way in hell were you going to let him carry you around. No way you wanted to appear more of a burden than you already are.

He raised an eyebrow, unmoved by your objection. “This is not open to debate. You can not put weight on your leg.”

With a frustrated sigh, you relented. “Alright, fine.”

With a wince of pain shooting up your leg, Tech manages to slip his arm around your neck, hoisting you over his shoulder with little effort. Each step he makes sends a jolt of unbearable pain through your leg, but you grit your teeth, holding back any sign of distress, more focused on figuring out how the two of you will get out of this mess.

You escape the shuttle, and the scorching sun immediately washes over you, its heat oppressive and suffocating. The air is humid and sticky. Great.

"So, where are we?" you ask awkwardly, still draped over his shoulder as he trudges onward.

"Uncertain," he replies, which does nothing to ease your nerves.

After a few minutes of walking, he finally sets you down on some dry grass. The sun beats down, forcing you to shield your eyes with your hand as you survey your surroundings. From the looks of it, you’re stranded in a jungle, with a vast expanse of open water stretching out before you. You could be literally anywhere.

“I suggest we find shelter, food, and a water source promptly. Since you are in no state to do anything, this task falls upon me,” he says, not once meeting your gaze as he speaks.

"Are you trying to blame me for hurting my leg? If I'm not mistaken, Tech, you were the one who pushed us into that shuttle," you retort, anger bubbling over.

"I am not blaming you, although if it was not for your mistake on the mission I would not have had to intervene." He trails off, not seeming to care at the dirty looks being sent his way. "I am merely stating facts." He says simply, tucking his datapad into his pouch before glancing down at you.

Deciding to keep your mouth shut for now, you refrain from arguing, knowing it won’t solve anything. Instead, you let Tech take the lead because, as much as you hate to admit it, he's right. You are in no state to do anything at the moment.

Tech leaves you alone for a while, giving you one of his blasters as a precaution before returning around half an hour later, announcing he found a suitable place to set up camp. You simply nod before glancing over at the crashed shuttle. “Is there anything we can salvage from that at least?” you ask aloud, drawing Tech’s attention back to you before casting a glance over at the debris.

“Perhaps. But we will have to be quick-." Before he can finish his thoughts, a sudden explosion rips through the air as the shuttle suddenly erupts into a burst of flames, sending debris flying in all directions. You both watch in shock as the flames engulf the wreckage, leaving nothing salvageable. Never mind.

Once Tech had led you to a secluded spot under the protective canopy of towering trees. With careful movements, you managed to shift your weight onto your knees, the pain radiating from your leg causing you to bite back a wings of pain.

“You are doing it wrong.” As you went ahead and started to make a fire, Tech’s unsolicited advice on fire-building techniques went in one ear and out the other. Survival instincts was one of your specialties after all and so you ignored him as as you gathered dry twigs and leaves, arranging them meticulously into a makeshift pyre.

As Tech continued his lecture on the ‘correct way’ to build a fire, you struck the flint, the spark igniting a blaze that danced and crackled life. A triumphant smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as Tech fell silent, the warmth of the flames casting flickering shadows on the thick backdrop of the jungle.

“As you have accomplished the fire, all we need now is some edible food and water," Tech remarked and you hummed in slight agreement.

Carefully, you leaned back and against a sturdy boulder for support as you turned your attention to Tech, whose fingers deftly navigated his datapad. "Do you think you’ll be able to contact the others?" you inquired softly, wanting to hear good news right now.

Tech's brow furrowed in concentration as he tinkered with the device, the soft glow of the cracked screen illuminating his features in the darkness. "If I can get my device to work properly and salvage the shuttle… then possibly. But…" His voice trailed off, uncertainty lingering in the air.

"You have doubts?" you pressed, concerned lacing your words as you watched him shift uneasily in his spot.

“Yes,” he says as he stands, tucking his datapad away again, “I have my doubts.”

You both fall into silence, something quite rare from Tech as he was always chattering away about something. But for now, he was quiet. Deep in thought. A part of you wished you knew what he was thinking, wondering what was happening in that marvelous mind of his and if he had thought about what would happen if you two were never found which was a reoccurring thought in yours.

“I will be back soon,” he speaks up, breaking the silence after a few minutes.

“Where are you going?” You ask, a little too quickly. But truthfully, you didn’t want to be on your own right now. Yet you didn’t want him to know that.

He watches you almost tentatively before saying, “I need to gather provisions. I will not be long.”

You didn’t protest as you watched him walk away, disappearing through the trees as nightfall approached. Sighing softly to yourself, you sat lost in thought, the flickering flames casting shifting shadows across your face as you think back to all the things you should have done on that mission. Perhaps if you didn’t let your pride get the better of you, you wouldn’t have to sit wondering when Tech will return and if either of you will make it out of here.

You don’t even remember falling asleep last night but you do remember waking up to the chill that had kept you shivering throughout the night despite sleeping by the crackling fire.

As you awaken to the gentle warmth of the morning sun filtering through the dense foliage above, a stark contrast to last night, with a heavy sigh, you sit up. You groan as your body feels more fatigued and worn out than before. Nausea washes over you as you groggily inspect your leg, the sight of the dried and bloodied bandage from the previous day making your stomach churn. Obviously, you'll need to tend to it again.

“Will you need my assistance or are you capable of tending to your own wound today?” Tech's voice cuts through the quiet morning air, his tone as matter-of-fact as ever. It's always hard to discern whether he's being genuinely helpful or simply blunt.

Deciding to handle this task yourself this time, you nod, expressing your intention to manage it alone. And even though you wanted to do it alone, Tech approaches nonetheless, the battered med kit in hand.

With Tech standing by, you cautiously remove the old bandage, your stomach turning at the sight of the open wound. Despite the lack of fresh blood, the dried remnants are enough to make you feel queasy. "You do not like blood," Tech observes, his statement pulling your attention away from the gruesome sight.

"Hm, how could you tell?" you mutter sarcastically, attempting to deflect from the discomfort.

“I have always known,” Tech responds cryptically, his expression giving nothing away as he crouches down beside you.

Curiosity piqued, you inquired further, wondering how he could have possibly known your hatred for blood. After all, you couldn't recall ever mentioning it to him before. “I… have observed your behaviour before and just so happened to pick up on it. I also recall you mentioning it to Hunter when you first joined.”

Hm, that’s… surprising.

You say nothing of it and instead allow him to take care of you. As Tech takes over, gently raising your leg and propping it over his knee, you can't help but notice the care he takes.

Despite his typically relaxed demeanor, there's a hint of concern in his actions as he tells you that you ‘may want to avert your gaze’ as he begins to peel the old bandage away.

Happily, you turn your attention to the leaves above, trying to ignore the stinging sensation spreading through your leg and the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Though, the warm breeze brushes against your exposed skin, offering a slight comfort amidst the discomfort.

“H-How does it look?” you ask, your voice strained, the anxiety evident in your tone as you feel Tech's careful movements.

“It appears that you have an infection. And I do not have the right resources to treat it.” Your heart sinks at his words, a sense of dread settling in the pit of your stomach as you try to suppress the rising panic.

“Great.”

“I will assume that is sarcasm,” he hums before passing you his canteen, “I found a water source last night. This has been purified and suitable to drink. I suggest you do that.”

Taking the canteen from his grasp, your mouth suddenly feels dry at the thought of water. You take a sip and can’t help but grimace at the taste, the bitterness lingering on your tongue. “Are you sure it’s been purified?”

“Yes, I did not say it will taste nice.”

You roll your eyes and take another remorseful sip before passing it back to him, your mind inadvertently drifting to the state of your leg. It looked worse than you anticipated.

“Shit.” You curse under your breath as you blink away the tears, the frustration and fear bubbling to the surface. Of course, your leg would get infected. Why would a crash-landing be a stroll in the park?

“I agree with your sentiments.” Tech's voice is steady as he carefully applies a new bandage, his movements precise and calculated. “I suggest you rest.”

“No,” you shake your head adamantly, meeting his gaze with determination, “I’m not going to sit here and do nothing. I have to do something.”

He blinks at you, frowning behind his goggles. “You are in no state to do anything. You are injured and so-.”

“So I’m a hindrance?” You challenge, the frustration evident in your tone as you refuse to back down.

“In a way, yes.” He says directly, the weight of his words hanging in the air as he stands up straight after carefully placing your leg down. “Any further injury could lead to loss of limb. Or worse. We cannot risk getting that leg infected even more. Do you not think you have caused enough grievance?”

Anger bubbles at his words, yet, a part of you knew he was right. You were both in this mess because of you but sitting on the forest floor doing nothing felt like a last resort. “Can you at least just help me stand up?” you grumble, your voice tinged with frustration. “Please?”

He hesitates, seemingly torn between his concern for your well-being and his reluctance to encourage any further strain on your injured leg. However, the dejected look on your face softens his resolve, knowing that he wouldn’t hear the end of it until he complies. Reluctantly, he extends his hand, offering you the support you need to rise to your feet.

Carefully, you put slight pressure on your leg, testing its strength. Surprisingly, it isn’t as painful as it was yesterday, giving you a glimmer of hope that you might be able to move around by limping or hopping for now—especially when Tech isn’t looking.

“Thanks,” you say stiffly, folding your arms over your chest, a mix of gratitude and stubbornness in your demeanor as you watch him pick something out of his pouch and hand it over to you. “What’s this?”

He presents you with a strange-looking leaf, its unfamiliar shape and texture raising your curiosity. “It is food. Edible. It is all I could find last night but will fill us with enough nutrients for now.”

The rest of the day didn’t unfold as smoothly as you both had hoped. While Tech ventured back to the shuttle in a bid to secure a signal to reach the others, you took it upon yourself to be productive. Somehow.

With the terrain familiar to you from extensive research in your past, thoughts of herbal remedies for injuries like the one on your leg flooded your mind. So, after crafting a makeshift walking stick from a discarded branch sturdy enough to support your weight, you set off from camp, determined to gather the necessary ingredients.

Luck seemed to be on your side as you found the correct herbs and plants without much difficulty. However, your return to camp was met with an annoyed-looking Tech, his frustration evident as he started an argument for your sudden departure and for not telling him where you were since comms were dead too; coupled with his ongoing concerns about your leg.

Insisting that you were fine, you proceeded to apply the herbal remedy to your wound, wrapping it back up and allowing nature to take its course. Though Tech couldn’t help but offer snide remarks whenever you winced at the slightest movement, your remedy proved effective in easing the discomfort for a while.

Meanwhile, Tech’s attempts to establish a signal to the others had proved fruitless, only adding to his growing frustration. He was normally very composed under pressure, but his visible agitation was somewhat unsettling, leaving you feeling both concerned and also quite upset to see him this way.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the camp, the atmosphere between you two remained tense. While you rested against the boulder again, Tech sat with his head in his hands, visibly weighed down by the day's events.

An uncharacteristic urge to ease his burden prompted you to speak up. “Why don’t you sleep? Try again tomorrow,” you suggest, breaking the silence and drawing his gaze across the flickering flames of the fire pit.

“One of us needs to stay awake and take watch,” he insists, decided on his decision straight away.

You frown, realising that you slept through most of the previous night, which meant… “Tech, did you not sleep last night?” you ask, your concern evident in your tone.

“No.” He mutters, “Like I said, one of us needs to stay awake.”

Squinting at him, a hint of annoyance creeps into your voice. “That’s not healthy, especially when we’re stuck like this. You need to sleep or something.”

“I am used to not getting sleep on the Marauder so I do not see why this is any different,” he counters, his stance firm.

Though grateful for his commitment to keeping watch, you can’t help but feel exasperated by his stubbornness. Rolling your eyes, you wrap your arms around yourself as a chill sets in. “To be fair,” you begin, “I kept waking up last night. It was way too cold.”

“Yes, I noticed,” he responds, his tone softened slightly by the acknowledgement.

“Oh,” you say softly before closing your eyes, allowing the weariness of the day to wash over you. However, you’re abruptly jolted from the verge of sleep by the sound of movement nearby. With a start, you almost jump out of your skin as Tech stands in front of you.

“Stars Tech!” You gasp, his sudden proximity shocking you. “What?”

“I want you to go to sleep.”

You blink at him.

“Okay…?”

“So,” you watch him shift, his movements awkward, “I will let you sleep beside me.”

It takes you a moment to comprehend his meaning before you pull a strange face, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion and slight amusement. “Are you asking me to cuddle you?” The thought surprises you, but oddly enough, it doesn’t sound too bad right about now.

“I would not put it so conveniently,” he says, his tone betraying a hint of discomfort, “I am merely stating that I could use my body warmth to help you sleep.”

You’re taken aback by his offer, but exhaustion soon overwhelms any reservations you may have had. “Oh… well, if you’re okay with that?”

“I would not have offered otherwise.” Tech’s smile is small but genuine, and you can’t help but softly smile back as you both sit beside one another, gazing into the flames of the fire pit. Soon, you find your eyes trailing down to his bare hands, frowning as you notice they look quite sweaty; an odd sight considering the cool evening air.

Curiosity gets the better of you, and you gaze up at his face, finding him engrossed in fixing his datapad. But something seems off—his complexion appears clammy, and there’s a flush to his cheeks.

Instinctively, you reach out and place the back of your hand to his forehead, gasping at the unexpected heat radiating from his skin. “Tech!” You squeak, startling him. “You have a fever? Why didn’t you tell me?”

He doesn’t even look at you, giving off a look like a character who had been bitten by something in those horrible horror holomovies and pretends to hide the bite. “Tech,” you say his name again, more sternly. “Are you hurt?”

He sighs, dropping his device into his lap before he lifts his arm to you, showing a bandage of his own that is stained in dry blood. “As I was maneuvering through the shuttle, I just so happened to trip and catch my arm on some jagged metal. It is nothing to fret about.”

“Oh, come off it, you’re burning up.” Tech notices the slight worry in your tone, watching you lean to your other side as you produce the herbal paste you used on yourself earlier. “Let me put this on.”

“Rest and water will do me fine-.”

“That’s funny, seeing as you just told me you’d rather me sleep than yourself.” You say with a roll of your eyes, taking a firm yet gentle hold of his arm before you start to peel the bandage away, holding down your nausea just for him.

Tech watches you with a concerned gaze. “I must insist…” he trails off as his eyes move to the sticky paste, clearly uncertain about your own remedy.

“Don’t you trust me?” You ask, and time seems to freeze as you both lock eyes, speaking silently to one another. His gaze is strong and, albeit, quite hypnotising behind his yellow-tinted goggles. But, you seem to snap out of your gaze as he replies:

“I do.”

“Well,” you say, clearing your throat as you drop your gaze to his arm, “let me help you.”

You’re gentle with your movements, applying the remedy over his arm with precision. You could feel his stare on your face, and so you slowly looked back up at him, his face so near you could almost feel the warmth of his breath dancing on your skin. “See? That should help with the pain,” you find yourself whispering.

For once, the two of you didn’t seem to be at each other's necks, both of you seeming to try and read each other’s thoughts. Tech was not the best at reading feelings, and as you gaze into his eyes, you find yourself not being able to read his too.

Eventually, you look away. An unusual heat started to crawl up your neck, and you didn’t think it was from the flame from the fire or his ‘body warmth’ as he put it. Lack of sleep and lack of food and water. That had to be it.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep, Tech?” You ask again as the drowsiness from before seeps back, and Tech turns his head away from you, inspecting his arm quietly before picking up his datapad once more.

“I am sure.”

The next day unfolded much like the one before it.

Tech grumbled about your mobility, his attempts to fix up the shuttle yielding no results, and the air between you both grew heavy with unspoken tension.

Yet, as nightfall descended once again, you found yourself nestled beside Tech, his warmth offering a rare respite, allowing you to drift into a peaceful sleep. And miraculously, your homemade remedy seemed to work wonders on both of you. You could now move with a bit more ease, and the infections on your injuries had cleared up.

But as you stared into the dancing flames that night, a wave of sorrow washed over you.

“You were right, you know?” you whispered into the night, the warmth of the fire casting flickering shadows on your face.

“About what?” Tech responded, his eyes fixed on his datapad, the soft glow illuminating his features.

Tears welled up at the corners of your eyes, and you struggled to keep them at bay, feeling utterly helpless. “That it was my fault… with the mission. If I had just let you do the data transfer instead of insisting I could do it then…” Your voice faltered, choked by a sob that escaped your lips, startling Tech. “Then we would’ve made it out in time! A-and the others… Tech, we don’t even know if they’re alive!”

Tech stared at you wide-eyed, your sudden outburst of emotion catching him off guard. Yet, amidst your tears streaming down your face and your hands clasped over your head, he uttered your name softly, “Mistakes happen.”

“But they don’t with you, Tech!” you cried, turning to face him. “You’re always so good, so perfect at everything you do, and I… I just wanted to prove myself to you! I always feel like I am not good enough for you, and that’s why you don’t like me.”

For a moment, the crackling of the fire was the only sound between you, the flames casting a warm glow on both of your faces. Tech's expression softened as he regarded you with understanding.

“Not liking you, is not something that ever crossed my mind,” he finally said, his voice low. “You were determined, and that is a trait that is to be commended. It is true, I often find it easier to rely on myself but I am programmed that way. But you, you gave it your all, and that is commendable. Do not be so hard on yourself.”

You sniffle, feeling the weight of your emotions pressing down on you like a heavy blanket. The tears keep escaping your eyes, trailing down your cheeks as you struggle to contain your emotions. "But… because of me, you’re stuck here?"

Tech’s gaze softens, his eyes reflecting understanding. His voice carries a comforting warmth as he responds, “I am aware. But think how you would be if I were not here.”

Your mind whirls with the possibilities of what could have been, but you still feel terrible. "But we may not see the others again… we may not ever leave here." Your voice trembles with the weight of uncertainty, your heart heavy with guilt.

Tech’s gaze shifts away, his brows furrowing in contemplation as he adjusts his goggles. "We have to adapt to survive, we always have. And regarding the others, the probability of their survival is 89%. It is likely they are out there looking for us. And if I get the shuttle repaired enough to get a connection, I can send a signal and hope they pick up our coordinates.” His voice carries a note of determination.

You cling to his words like a lifeline, a glimmer of hope flickering in the depths of your despair. How could you have been so stupid? But, his words held promise but you can’t help but ask: "Promise me you’re not lying to me?"

“I have not once ever lied to you and I would not start now.” His response is steady, his words a soothing balm to your battered soul.

As your tears slowly subside, a tentative smile graces your lips. "Thanks Tech,” you murmur, your voice thick with emotion. “I bet I look a mess right now. I’m a pretty ugly cryer.”

Tech’s gaze softens, a hint of warmth in his eyes as he searches for the right words. "No, you look…” He trails off, his gaze lingering on your tear-streaked face. He reaches out, his touch feather-light as he gently brushes away a stray tear that glistens on your lashes.

“What?” you prompt, your breath catching in your throat at his unfamiliar touch as you meet his gaze.

“Like you,” he finishes, a little awkward but his words were imbued with sincerity as he offers you a small smile.

Emotion wells up inside you, a tidal wave of gratitude and affection crashing over you. Without a second thought, you lean forward, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace. He freezes for a moment, taken aback by the sudden intimacy, before tentatively returning the hug, his arms encircling you in a protective cocoon.

As you’re wrapped in each other's embrace, you find solace; a fleeting moment of peace.

As sleep beckons, you can’t help but nestle closer to him, finding comfort in his presence as you drift off into the realm of dreams, his steady heartbeat a lullaby.

In the days that followed, a significant improvement became evident. Tech’s progress on the shuttle repair was slow, hampered by the absence of his proper tools. Despite the challenges, both of your injuries had begun to heal, and the atmosphere in camp had lightened considerably.

Although the water still tasted like dirt, you were no longer dehydrated. Discovering some rare fruits that proved not to be poisonous added to the uplifting spirit.

At night, neither of you seemed to mind huddling for warmth. You would lay against him, listening to the plans and stories he had, especially if you begged him to tell you. Although they were very matter-of-fact and not overly entertaining, you found the tales of the squad before you joined enjoyable. You both no longer bickered, clearing the air of past arguments, and genuinely enjoyed each other's company. Although it was not like either of you had any other options.

But that’s not the only thing that had changed. You found yourself getting nervous around Tech. A good kind of nervous. When he was working on the shuttle, you couldn’t help but sit back and admire him at work. He was attractive, sure, but you found him more than that. He listened intently to you, offering advice and tips without seeming to mansplain to you.

So that night by the fire again, sitting by his side, you weren’t so surprised about the next set of events.

“What are you going to do when we leave this place?” You ask, your body twisting to face him as you rest your elbow against the boulder, hand on the side of your head as you lean yourself up to look at him.

He smiles, noticing how you said ‘when’ and not ‘if’, highlighting your trust in him. “I will most likely do what I usually do, get ready for the next mission set for us.”

You roll your eyes. “You don’t want to celebrate?”

“Celebrate what, exactly?”

“Well,” you start with a soft laugh, “us finally putting our differences aside and not killing each other for one.” You suggest, earning a fond chuckle from the clone before continuing. “And surviving.”

He thinks for a moment, looking into the flames and then at you. “I suppose those are adequate reasons to celebrate, yes. Will the others be joining?”

“Sure,” you say with a smile but there’s a small swirl in your stomach as you say, “unless… you don’t want them to join us?”

Tech blinks, and for a second, it was like he was short-circuiting as he thinks about your proposal. Was it flirtation in your tone or had he imagined it? “I do not mind either way,” he explains, his chest slightly puffing out. “It would be nice to perhaps talk like this in a more formal setting elsewhere. Just us.”

You silently suck in a deep breath, a shy glint in your eyes. “I think I’d like that, yeah.” Your tone lowered, and you can’t help but notice that Tech had turned his body more to face you. Then, his eyes flickered to your lips as you inadvertently licked them, chapped but tinged with the sweetness of the fruit before.

You hold his gaze, slightly tilting your head as you take a gamble and look to his lips, then to his eyes. It was an invitation, and you hoped that Tech got the hint.

And he did.

Slowly, he sets his datapad to one side, finally letting it go as he focuses all of his attention on you. There’s a charge in the air, and you see him lean closer... and closer…

Your breath hitches, eyes slowly falling shut as he closes the distance, his nose brushing against yours before his lips meet your own in a soft, shy kiss. Leaning more into it, your hand finds refuge on his leg whilst one of his hands comes up and cups your cheek.

You sigh into him, heart racing as you feel him grow bolder. His lips, warm and inviting, meld with yours, igniting a spark that you both had been unknowingly kindling. His touch sends shivers down your spine as the kiss deepens, becoming more desperate, more intense. The jungle, the planet, the whole star system around you seems to fade away.

Tech utters your name against your lips, your soft moan of a response allowing his tongue into your mouth, exploring, igniting a fiery passion within you.

Gently, he lays you down by the fire, the crackling flames casting dancing shadows across his face. He pulls away for a moment, pulling his goggles off his face as he peers down at you, his eyes a dance of different emotions. “You are enchanting.”

But with a hunger that can no longer be contained, he crashes his lips back to yours, now allowing you to let your tongue meet his in a fervent dance; fingers tangling in his untamed hair meanwhile his hands roam over your body.

The next day brought a breakthrough. Tech managed to gain contact.

Overwhelmed by joy, you ran into Tech’s arms, jumping and letting him spin you around with a chuckle as you knew both of you would soon be saved! And better yet, the others were alive and safe too.

“I can’t believe you did it! You really did it.” You grin at him as he pulls back from the hug but does not let you down, instead cradles you in his arms.

“You seem surprised.”

“Oh Tech,” you say adoringly, leaning forward and giving his lips a soft kiss, smiling as he hums against your lips.

“I will never get tired of you kissing me,” he utters, truly in awe of how this sudden turn of events had happened. It was quick, but neither of you seemed to mind.

Last night was magic. All the bad memories had faded from your mind, solely just focusing on Tech and yourself. When all hope had seemed lost, your mistake led you to one of the best choices you ever could make. And maybe, that promised date would become something more.

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[sophvilla]

My Reason to Exist °‧🫧

Pairing: Husband! OT5 x Wife Femreader x your baby

Summary: You always endured your Husband's protectiveness but you didn't know that you have to cope up with your kids too

Genre: Fluff, Kissing , protectiveness from your husband's as well as you kids

Warning: Nonidol! OT5 x Nonidol! Fem!reader, Husband x Wife x Baby/toddler trope, sweet fluff, protectiveness, mention of (baby , princess, wife )

CHOI YEONJUN

Two peas in a pod, twins, copies: these are all things people have called your husband and son.

honestly, they're not wrong. your son has his father's looks from his fox eyes to his pouty lips -Yeonjun swears he has your nose and ears but anyway-and he carries the same protectiveness and love he holds for you, if not amplified.

you can't count on one hand the amount of times the house has been turned upside down because of their fights for a cuddle session with you.

of course, you have always tried suggesting them simply sharing you, but these problem children would rather eat raw zucchini than ever share the cuddle time.

so while your son is barely six, you can still count on him to team up with Yeonjun against anyone who wrongs you in anyway like what's happening right now for example.

you're out with your lovely family to buy some groceries, and since they both were whining about getting some sweets, you allowed them to go and snatch a couple from the next aisle.

on the other hand, you stayed to look for another type of detergent to clean the floor-especially since Yeonjun got this new type of paint for s/n and it's quite an endeavour to remove it with a regular detergent.

however, being in the cleaning supplies section never guaranteed the lack of filthy men who can't take no for an answer. this one man approaches you, smug grin on his face as he leans on the wall, "what's a pretty lady like you doing alone?"

"buying groceries like a normal person; now please leave me alone."

he quickly frowns, "don't be so stingy doll," his hand extends towards your arm, "I can show you a good time; I promise--"

the man is swiftly smacked with an egg on his face, and he is left with the egg dripping down his face, "what's your wrong with your kid, man?!" he yells at the person behind you.

He then grumbles, "ruined a potential good night."

"My kid was absolutely right in what he did," you hear Yeonjun’s voice. you then feel a hand on your shoulder, and you're pulled into a chest you're all too familiar with, ""junnie-"

your husband shoots a small smile your way, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, before looking at his son, "that last throw was very good, son ! throw another one but just below his stomach."

A Cheshire cat-like grin is plastered on your husband's face as your boy prepares to launch another egg at the man.

there is a very evident scowl on your son's face as he yells, "don't you ever bother mama again, you stinky bum crumb!"

the man gasps and tries to make a run for it, but your son wouldn't be the son of Choi Yeonjun if he doesn't manage to land the hit exactly where he wants.

the man quickly crumbles to the ground screaming and alerting literally everyone in the store.

So Yeonjun picks both you and your son and makes a run for it.

you hold tightly onto him, "wait, ‘junnie, the groceries!"

"we can always order! saving my princess and son is more important!"

your son grumbles, "but I want to hit the rude man!"

"me too, champ, but-" Yeonjun’s sweat-drops and glances behind him, "I doubt the angry security guards wouldn't like that!"

CHOI SOOBIN

Your twin girls are one of the sassiest to exist.

In a way, they take after their father who is also pretty sassy but very low-key.

The sass of all three combined is terrible to be the victim of. Luckily for you, they don’t dare direct their triple ray towards you, especially-in any argument at least one will try to win you over. As you know the girls have inherited their father's professional yapping mechanism since birth, the trinity force uses that card whenever they're in an argument.

If it’s Soobin trying to stay on your good side, then he is hugging you from behind, pressing feather-like kisses on your shoulder and whispering about how sweet you are. If it’s the girls, then they cling to your legs and keep yelling about how much they love you.

So it is safe to say that you have a small squad to protect you from any potential “danger”.

“oh my, dear shouldn’t you focus on refining yourself a bit more?” you hear a woman say beside you.

You turn towards her, offended, “excuse me?”

“I mean,” her eyes scan you, disapprovingly, “you look average at best, and with that you won’t be able to find yourself a husband, let alone have children.”

You’re still processing her audacity as she continues, “but then again, it’s probably for the better that you don’t have children; you can barely take care of yourself.”

“can I help you?” your husband says as he approaches the woman.

She smiles condescendingly before chuckling, “I was simply telling this lady to take care of herself more; she hardly looks presentable.”

Soobin’s smiles tenses up as he is about to give the woman a peace of his mind, but his daughters beat him to it.

Your older twin stands in front of the woman, scanning her with pure disgust in her eyes.

She grimaces and voices out her thoughts, “you are like a crunchy lizard.”

The woman gasps, “how dare you-!”

You cut off the woman, curious about your daughter’s conclusion, “why a crunchy lizard, sweetheart?”

Your daughter looks at you with a small frown, shaking her head, “a crunchy lizard is an ugly sad lizard.”

A snort escapes your husband, and you’re barely able to contain your smile.

Your other daughter follows up, looking at her twin sister, “the lady looks like that one green thingy we saw yesterday,” she taps her little foot, trying to remember and beams at the woman,

“shrek! You look like shrek!”

Then they both glare at her, frowning, “you’re a monkey!”

Your husband doesn’t let it go as he deals the final -subtle-blow, “come on now girls; we shouldn’t bully the lady with the mcdonald’s like hairline Anymore, "

"Also ma’am you should look at yourself in the mirror before saying something to Others especially my wife, as you can see she gave birth to my beautiful daughters and she looks like a absolute Goddess to me and we actually didn't ask for any of you opinion, so keep them to you shallow of a life and excuse us please” Your husband concludes.

It seems like the woman can’t take it anymore as She starts muttering how the society is and the new generation is disrespectful.

A moment of silence is shared across the four Of you, before you carry both of your girls in your arms and start tickling them, “I don’t know whether to be proud of you or scold you, little evil Girls!”

They squeal, trying to escape your hold and calling for their father.

Soobin chuckles and wraps his arms around the three of you, “let them have it for tonight, y/n,” he ruffles their hair, “they were brave and defended their mom, after all.”

“yeah, papa is right!”

“yes mama, please!”

You pout then smirk at geto, “well I don’t mind, and since papa is also very proud of you girls, he will buy any toy that you guys want today!”

The colour drains from your husband’s face, and he Watches motionlessly as his girls latch onto him, screaming about the toys they want.

You giggle at his expression and blow him a kiss. He reluctantly blows you one back, while the girls excitedly pull him towards the toy store.

CHOI BEOMGYU

Your husband and son are so alike, save for the part that your husband is a bit more shameless, and your son is more on the shy side.

However, they both have the same bluntness and the tendency to give anyone who they don’t like attitude.

For example, today, you were walking in the park with the both of them to unwind a bit.

Not to mention that your son wanted to walk his dogs which was a plus, since you would be able to watch your dear son play around with them.

It was all going great until you saw an old ‘friend’ who came running at the sight of you. He was someone who has always been way too touchy and in your personal bubble.

You have tried talking to him about it, but you’re confident that he does it to somehow force you into reciprocating the intimacy.

Even if you’re a married woman with a freaking kid.

He giddily clasps your hand, “y/n, ‘been a long time!”

“h-hey,” you smile awkwardly.

He laughs, “I was passing by when I saw your figure, and I couldn’t help but come and say hi.”

You nod, “that’s great, but I am busy, so maybe later?-“

“you’ve gotten even prettier!” he exclaims, “I wish you would finally take me out on a-“

“can’t you see that she is uncomfortable?” your son retorts, “also, you should step back; you shouldn’t touch someone like this without asking them.”

You son squeezes himself between the both you and glares at the man.

The guy was about to reply to your son, but Beomgyu pushes him back with ease, pulling you beside him and hand resting on your waist almost by instinct, “My son’s right,” he tilts his head a bit, “ever been taught manners or do I have to do the teaching for you?”

The guy is taken back; offended, he snaps “you can’t speak to me like that!”

“and you can’t hold my mom’s hands like that, but here we are,” your son cleverly sasses him. On the other hand, your-shameless-husband pulls you into one scandalous kiss and smirks at the guy when he pulls back, “and you can’t hit on a married woman, by the way.”

You hear your son gag in disgust at his dad’s actions, but you’re too busy burying your face in your husband’s chest, hoping that the guy disappears before Beomgyu makes even more of a bigger scene.

You also hope that the ground would swallow you, but that’s the alternative option.

The guy clutches his fist, before walking away, spewing insults at the sky-since he is too scared to cuss out your husband. Once the man is out of sight, Beomgyu ruffles his child’s hair, chuckling, “good job, Bud.”

Your shy bean’s cheeks redden slightly as he looks Away, “…thanks.”

You’re still thinking about what just happened when you slap your husband’s chest, “Gyu, literally why?” you grumble, patting you Kid who started holding onto your leg the moment you hugged Beomgyu.

“why not,” your husband shrugs with a small smile, taking pride in your flustered form.

“dad, I want ice cream.”

“no, you just want me to let go your mom, so you can hog her for yourself,” Beomgyu grumbles, staring down at his and your little version.

Unfaltering, Your son looks up at him, “dad, I want ice cream.”

“- or else I’ll call Yeonjun uncle to-.”

“god damn it, listen here you-“

You laugh at their bickering

KANG TAEHYUN

There is no denying that both your son and your husband care for you very much, and they both- are very smart-as they compete for your attention.

I am talking he literally talk senses in your child whenever it comes to taking care of you whenever he wasn’t around and your son, in turn, lecture his father to stop being clingy to his mother as he is old enough to sleep by himself.

It's eventful, but you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t one of the reasons why you will get grey hair earlier than everyone else.

So their very smartass nature is also shown in their protectiveness over you.

A person doesn’t need to insult or even dare flirt with you for your devil duo to make their life a living hell; your husband and son don’t tolerate someone speaking to you if it causes you to ignore both of them.

For example, today when the three of you are sprawled in grass of the public park as all of soak the sun up, as you Are making a flower crown for both your nerds when suddenly you feel a tap on your shoulders

You turn to look at the person being a men with creepy smile gracing his face, “yes?”

He clears throat, a bit flustered by the attention, “I wanted to ask where are you from ?”

“Um-I ‘m sorry but ---”

“Don’t worry love, I’m gonn’ treat you good” as he lays his hand on your shoulders, your about to give him a good push before you son speaks up

“take your disgusting hands off my mother shoulders , you unnatural looking fiend,” your son sneers followed by his father’s presence as he pulls you behind him as the man hurriedly takes his hand off your shoulders, slightly annoyed as well as scared from your husband's buff figure from the two more company of your son and husband.

“who are you to lay your limping hands on my wife and speak to her so casually?” Taehyun presses, and the man cowers away at the intimidating look Taehyun gives him as well as his dead stare as the man grumbles a quick Apologise to your husband.

As the man tries to walk away your son stands in his tracks, hand folded and just like his father, that boba eyes glaring at the man

“ Aren’t you going to apologise to my mother properly for causing her inconvenience ? Don’t you have any manners, or not ? Is this how you treat a woman ?” Your son questioned him making the man conscious of his action followed by your husband’s comment

“ Well my son just said something, aren’t going to answer ? Or should we make-” Meanwhile, you’re watching all of that, mouth agape and trying to articulate anything but the man immediately replies in fear.

“I’m so sorry for the inconveniences I caused you ma’am I didn’t mean to do that, please forgive me ” bowing his head to you as you bowed back a little to acknowledge and accept his apology as the said man in question runs away after he saw your husband nod his head at him.

Your son hugs you tightly and glares at the man’s retreating figure “ Dad why did you let him go off so easily? ”

You immediately reply before Taehyun does “ he already apologized my Little man , so that’s enough of torment you and your dad gave him by your stares”

You can spot the small smirk on your husband’s face as he watches his son grumbles. As you pick up your son, kissing his cheek which makes him flustered and causing him to bury his face in your Neck.

Your husband watches both of you with a smile as He rolls his eyes, and pulls you by the waist, “do I look like I care about the stares ? He shouldn’t have interrupted our time together And neither should’ve touched your shoulders .”

“aww, you’re jealous!”

“no, I am not-“

“Yes you are father, don’t lie! ”

As both of laugh at your son words, you realise your creation as you ask both of them

“ Who’s gonna wear these cute flower crowns I made ! ”

“No- no Mama, you and dad can wear that not me ” Your son says quickly to get away from looking cute, as you thought to yourself how much he is like his father in nature too, always want to be more of intimidating rather than cute but they're so cute and adorable you can't even explain

“Nope baby you and your father, both are gonna wear them—”

Before you can finish the sentence both of your boys runs off away from you, laughing as you chase after them

HUENING KAI

You and your husband were blessed with the sweetest girl as your daughter, and she was just recently joined by another sweet girl.

You can never forget the happiness on your daughter’s face when she saw her baby sister.

It also seems that no matter how many times you give birth, your husband can’t help but get emotional when he holds your baby. His hands are forever delicate as he cradles her to his chest.

You remember what he said during the birth of your first daughter.

“I feel like a piece of heaven has been plucked and placed in my arms.”

The way he always goes soft for the three of you is honestly adorable.

Today, you were going on an outing with your- now 6 months old-baby and your older daughter who is almost six.

Your husband has always been happy about helping you out with you throughout everything, as he never misses a chance to carry the baby or the baby supplies.

You have offered to at least carry the bag, but he always refuses, stating that ‘you already carried the baby for nine entire months in your belly; this Is the least I can do.

So yeah, sometimes you wish to smooch your husband till forever at his cuteness and his care and love for you and your daughters but that’s not the point.

You’re walking hand in hand with your daughter as she sings her favorite song. You hear someone click their tongue, so you look to the side and lock eyes with an old lady. She takes the opportunity and approaches you.

“you should be ashamed of yourself!” she yells pointing at you, “your husband shouldn’t be carrying the baby supplies nor the baby itself for the matter,” she scowls, “that’s your job!”

Kai reply to the lady with a frown on his “with all due respect ma’am, but that isn’t her job, and taking care of the baby should be something we are both responsible for.”

“yeah!” your daughter huffs, “and don’t take out your sad life on my mama!”

Your eyes widen as you stare at your daughter.

On the other side, your husband is just as speechless. Your daughter pays no one any mind as she continues, “mama works hard every day! You wouldn’t know that! You immature nugget!”

Huening frowns lightly, “princess, that’s not nice-“

And for the cherry on top, your baby daughter throws the bottle cap she was playing with at the old lady, and frowns at her.

She starts babbling some nonsense that you’re Pretty sure are curse words in baby language. Having had enough, the old lady huffs, “the utter Disrespect,” and starts walking away.

The rest of the spectators’ eyes follow her till she is out of sight. Finally then, people start minding their own business, and you and your little family are left to the aftermath.

You giggle, “that was funny.”

“really?!” your daughter beams.

Kai cuts her off, “no,” he then looks at you with a small frown, a sigh escaping his lips, “y/n don’t encourage them-“

Your baby daughter screams happily when she sees her sister smile. She starts kicking her feet with the biggest smile on her own face.

Your older daughter starts laughing with her and tries to make her little sister laugh more-she was successful.

Meanwhile, you chuckle, leaning on your husband’s shoulder, “admit it, Babe; it was kind of funny.”

His resolve softens at the sound of laughter from All three of his girls, “okay, maybe a little, but-“

“yay!!”

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[starryriize]

how &team views love | hyung line

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼genre: fluff

╰┈ ⋆｡˚ 🪼author’s note: this post is me avoiding my taesan fic plus i already had this in my google docs😭 i had this in mind a while back 🫶🏼 also i love this pic so much

🫧laur's taglist: @chiiyuuvv @kehnarii

K - I think he views love as something special. He probably sees it as quiet and an enduring bond, despite how people view him. He’s reserved in how he loves, always thinking to himself how lucky he is to have met you out of 8 billion people. He’s the type to tell his lover what he truly appreciates about them because he wants you to feel known, truly known. I think he views you both as a team, so you never face hardships alone when you’re with him. People often think he’s intimidating, but he’s actually a softie who has a deep care for loving others, especially you. You’re practically his other half in many ways- where he genuinely believes that he wouldn’t be who he is today if you weren’t in his life. You’re his home.

Fuma - In my mind, he thinks of love as a powerful emotion. To him, love is in small gestures such as making coffee in the morning together or the whispered “i love you” before bed. When he loves, it’s passionate, not in the way where he’s all over you, but in the way he swears in his heart that he’ll never leave you. Because loving him is like holding keys, that never seemed to open the door to your heart, but with him, the door opened. With him, everything felt magical. The way he loves you makes you truly feel seen, not for your looks, but for who you truly are. You’re the missing puzzle piece in his life because, in many ways, you complete him. Loving you, for Fuma, is easy, as though he was born to only love you. It wasn’t chemistry, or attraction, rather, it was a feeling.

Ej - For Ej, loving you is essential. How the moon loves the sun...that's how he loves you. When you think you're a raincloud, he still manages to see your calming, positive personality shine through! He adores everything about you. I feel like he believes in soulmates, specifically that there is that one person for him. Probably looks at the stars and tells them that you’re fated to be his. There’s nothing more meaningful to him than seeing your smile and to him, every single song makes him think of you. His love is as soft and warm as the summer sun over a field of flowers. When he loves, from the bottom of his heart, he knows that no matter what- fights or misfortune, he’ll always love you. You’re his universe.

Nico - I think he views love as a forever type of relationship. To me, he probably believes in fate and destiny. There’s something he loves about eye contact, viewing your eyes as the window to your soul. When he loves, it’s passionate yet so gentle as though your heart is made of glass and he’s afraid to break it, so he holds it with both hands and never lets go. He loves you like how the moon loves the sun, and how he gives into his laughter, knowing it makes you break out in the prettiest smile he’s ever seen. He has this soft, loving gaze and you forget why you were so scared to open up. Falling in love is scary because you’re essentially trusting a stranger with your heart, but with Nico, everything feels right. He fixes all your broken scars and heals your soul. He entered your life with sunlight that you never want to fade, and he may not know about love, but he’s patient and tender with you. You’re so incredibly precious to him that your hearts one day sync together, and that’s how you know he’s the one.

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MOONLIGHT BLISS 🌙

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel needs to face his feelings for you, he is even determined to do so, but when you face someone else who also likes Joel, you begin doubting yourself

(This can be read as a sequence of SLEEP BLISS 💤 and SHOWER BLISS 🫧 or as a stand alone, it's up to you)

Warnings: angst, jealousy, age gap, insecure!joel, insecure!reader, fluff a lot of fluff like so much fluff

A/N: I know it's out of character Joel but I don't care, I want my sweet handsome middle aged man to be happy 😭

3.3k words

Sage was the complete antithesis of you. She was tall, strong, badass and older. A woman who managed to get by 20 years in the apocalypse and still look extremely good and attractive.

Some people in Jackson said she was the female version of Joel, but you couldn't disagree more. She was obnoxious, rude, mean and kind of a bully to whoever she didn't like.

And you would fight anyone who dared say Joel was like that.

He wasn't a ray of sunshine, but he was definitely not entitled like that bitch, he kept to himself and he didn't open up to others, but he was never a dick like that woman. Well, he was never a dick to you.

You even forgot the last time he'd been rude towards you, as you and him had been getting along so well in Jackson. It was like you had a connection, each passing day stronger, even if you didn't have a romantic relationship, you certainly had an emotional relationship.

You took care of Joel and he took care of you.

You might not be like Sage, you were shorter than her, your breasts weren't as big as hers and she was closer in age to Joel, maybe eight or nine years younger than him.

But you were fast, you were decent at shooting and you were not afraid of killing as many clickers as you could in order to keep you both safe. You know Joel took care of you, but you weren't a damsel in distress, and you didn't throw over his shoulders the weight of having to protect you, you worked well as a team, so you didn't know why that woman's small provocations bothered you so much.

Maybe it was the fact she had it bad for Joel.

She didn't like him, as in having feelings for him, but she wanted him bad. He was by far the most attractive guy in Jackson, that was an agreement between the two of you, and you knew it pissed her off to see you two together all the time.

It always made you feel pretty good about that, though you weren't romantically involved with him.

No matter if you shared beds and even showers, Joel would never make a move, and that made you sure the problem was you. You were in love with him, but he wasn't in love with you and even if it hurt, you had to be okay with it, you couldn't force him into having feelings for someone.

You hated that woman because she always looked down at you, as if she was so much better, but you hated her more because she always eye fucked Joel.

It always felt to you he was yours, because you felt his, even if that wasn't your reality, you didn't want to wake up from that sweet dream. It was dangerous, but it was the only way to soothe your lonely heart.

You sighed lost in your own thoughts as you brushed the horse's fur very gently, you loved having stable duty, you could spend the whole day among them. They were usually so calm and you just loved to feed them, brush them and play with them. It would be just another day of fun if you hadn't been paired up with Sage.

She didn't like animals, or kids, or people, you were sure she only liked Joel because she dreamed of his cock filling up her old dry cunt. You felt a hint of embarrassment to think that you shouldn't be doing it, but each time she teased you about how young or naive you were, or how easily you'd get Joel into trouble if you two were cornered in a physical confrontation you felt like shooting her.

You were petting a beautiful horse named Caramel he was one of the gentlest ones you've seen and you had to admit you felt a little jealous when someone took him on patrol. You only trusted Joel who was always careful and respectful with animals, he knew they meant a lot to you, and he always made sure to take good care of them.

"So, are you and Joel a thing?" Sage broke the silence and looked at you.

You were caught off guard by her question.

Were you and Joel a thing? Technically no, but technically yes.

You thought you were emotionally attached to him enough to say yes, you both shared a bed, holding each other in your sleep, you had literally showered together once, but much to your dismay, you knew the answer was no.

"Well, we're partners, we've known each other for a few years, we traveled together to Jackson and we share a house… I like Joel, a lot" you let it slip, though it was an understatement, you felt much more than just like him and though it was pretty obvious to anybody, you felt regret immediately, you shouldn't have told that woman that, and it didn't help when she laughed out loud at you.

"Yeah yeah yeah, you have the heart eyes for him, no one is that stupid not to see, it could be cute if it weren't pathetic really, but I mean are you two fucking?"

You looked at her with so much anger but your silence was all she needed to have her answer.

"Good to know that, I'll make a move on him, it's about time I find some good fuck around here, not to mention Joel will definitely enjoy a real woman"

You couldn't stop staring at her, you wanted to ignore everything she was saying but you just couldn't hold yourself back, you knew you were about to get hurt but you did it anyway.

"Why pathetic?" You asked "why do you say liking Joel is pathetic?" You reframed your question.

She furrowed her brows and then chucked

"Oh please Y/N… isn't it just cliche? You fall for your savior, your protector, but he's much older than you, yes, Joel's hot but he could be your dad… he knew the world before things went to shit, she's met women, do you think he would be hooked on a little girl like yourself? Of course you probably clean up and cook for him, and he sticks around, gives you some of his attention, maybe crumbles of affection, but it's only because you are a comfortable option for him. Men like Joel need real women, not weak girls like yourself"

A mix of anger invaded your veins and spread all over your body, you wanted to punch that smug expression away but you knew you didn't stand a chance. She was stronger and she wouldn't hesitate in hurting you.

"Listen, Sage I-" you were cut off by Joel who called your name.

You turned to him and saw him stepping closer, at the same time the woman put on a smile on her face and you could swear you saw her opening her jacket some more, so she'd expose her cleavage.

You groaned under your breath and looked at Joel.

"Hey, I didn't know you were coming here" you told the man, finding it odd as you knew he had some services here and there with Tommy through the town.

Joel scratched the back of his neck and gave you one of those embarrassed looks he often did when he needed you to help him, so you were sure he was thinking of an excuse.

"Tommy asked me to check on the horses" he told you and glanced at Sage, who kept watching your interaction in an intrusive way, making him not uncomfortable… that was not the word, it was making him angry.

"Well, you can see the horses are alive" you chuckled though your smile didn't meet your eyes and he could tell you were upset over something.

When Sage made a sudden movement, Caramel got agitated and took a step back, you could tell the animal didn't like nor trusted her and well, you couldn't actually blame him.

You walked to Caramel and carefully held his face between your hands, having a lot of eye contact with him "shh, it's okay, you don't have to be afraid, it's just Joel and me" you reminded him, pecking his fur so gently and caressing him.

Joel watched in awe as Caramel immediately calmed down. He could never admit it out loud, but the reason why he ditched his own lunch break and went after you was just because he wanted to see you dealing with the horses.

He didn't know how you did it, but you've always been so good with animals and kids. They all seemed to like and trust you instantly. It's like a sensibility that he never had. But even when you were on the road, you'd still look out for stray cats that would appear here and there.

When you two got to Jackson and you volunteered for working with the kids, his heart tightened in his chest. Whenever he saw any kids he couldn't help but think of the time he was a dad himself. Of course his sweet Sarah was already a beautiful young lady when he lost her, but she was once the sweetest child he'd ever seen, she used to like butterflies and watch princess movies with him.

The way you paid attention to the kids around, and played with them, made him think of how Sarah never had that with her mom, but you seemed like you could be a great mom, and he was once a good dad, so maybe one day you two could…

And he stopped himself right there.

He was going nuts, he was sure of it, that was the only explanation to have delusional thoughts like that.

You looked at Sage and how she wasn't going anywhere and sighed.

"I'll take Caramel for a walk, I'll see you later" you told Joel and smiled, though he could tell it was a sad one.

He nodded softly and watched as the winter sun made you glow while you took off with the horse.

Sage smirked and took a few steps towards Joel, she was finally glad to be alone with the man and licked her lips.

He saw her approaching and took another step towards her, closing the distance before them. He could see her excitement, her anticipation and her joy to have him so close, she was sure he was going in for a kiss but all he did was point a finger toward her face.

"What goes on between Y/N and I is none of your fucking business. She owes you no explanation and if I ever see you taunting her or talking shit again, you'll pay" he said angrily. "You are the pathetic one, not Y/N, she's much more of a woman than you will ever be" he barked at the woman and turned his back to her.

When he was getting to the stables earlier that day, his mind was cloudy as he thought to himself if he should do it or not. Joel had crossed too many lines with you, he'd promised himself he wasn't going to touch you, to lead you into thinking he could ever be a good partner or give you anything romantic. His biggest fear was waking up some day and seeing you fall for him, you didn't deserve that burden, he wasn't a good person, he wasn't a good man, he wasn't a good partner, boyfriend or husband. You were too good for him and he could never succumb to the temptation of having a moment with you. But you made it all so hard for him, you were all the time so sweet, so gorgeous, you cared about everybody, but above all, you cared about him.

For the first in twenty years he had someone doing something without expecting anything in return. He didn't have to trade favors or rations of food, all you did was make sure he was alright and you were so painfully kind, like people weren't anymore.

So Joel's nightmare shifted slowly, and instead of fearing you would fall for him, he realized he had fallen for you.

And he'd fallen hard.

He was so ashamed of that realization, how could he just wake up one day and be in love?

But it was too late, Joel had it bad for you and the morning he came to the stables he didn't just want to watch you deal with the horses, he wanted to ask you out.

It wouldn't be a big deal, of course. He'd invite you to go to the bar, have a couple of drinks and take it from there. It would be a nice change to just staying home like you always did. He was having his hopes high enough to even maybe see you doll up a little for him.

He spent the whole morning gathering courage to ask you, but as soon as he got behind the stable and overheard you mentioning his name, he stood as silently as he could, curious to know what you had to say about him.

His heart raced the moment he heard you liked him…

You liked him, but how? As a friend? As a man? Joel closed his eyes and prayed to the Lord you didn't like him as a dad. That would be the end of him.

But then Sage opened that sewage she called a mouth and she ruined it.

He had hoped you would brush things off, you gotta know him better than that, he thought, to know he would never go after a woman like that. But then he saw your sad eyes, how upset you felt and he knew she had ruined things up.

•••

You spent the whole afternoon away with Caramel, you two settled in an open space, where he could rest and play around while you thought about what Sage had said.

Comfortable.

You were a comfortable option for Joel.

But was that all you were for him?

No, that witch couldn't be right, he cared for you, he liked you, surely not the way you liked him, but he thought of you more than a comfortable option, right?

You felt a pang in your heart the more you thought of it, because what if he didn't? What if that was exactly what you were for him, just someone easy to be with, someone who would cook and clean and keep him warm.

He never told you love words, he never touched you the way you longed to be touched, so then, what was all of that to him? Did he even care if you just went like Sage and tried finding yourself a lay for the night?

You shook all these thoughts away, you didn't want to feel bitter about might-have-beens, plus the sun was setting down and you needed to be home before dark.

You took Caramel back to the stable, saying goodbye to him and headed home.

When you got there, you could see Joel was wearing his flannel shirt and his nice jacket. He had just gotten out of the shower and…

Was he wearing cologne?

You frowned softly at seeing him like that and felt your heart drop to your toes at the realization he was going out. Possibly on a date with Sage. Of course, you had left them together, you'd handed a platter of meat to the lion.

"Hey Y/N…" Joel said in his hesitant voice, you said hello and sat down on the couch.

"So darling… I'm going out tonight.."

There it was.

You tried your best to hide your jealousy and bitterness.

"Alright, have fun" you replied with a small smile.

And Joel stood there, like a moron. He stared at you but words didn't come out of his mouth, all he had to add was a few words. He just needed to ask you out. The worst that could happen would be you saying no. Of course it would break his heart, but he went through worse so he figured he would overcome things.

You looked up at him with a puzzled expression, why was he still staring at you?

"Do you need anything, Joel?"

"You"

You widened your eyes and gasped.

"What?"

"You heard me, Y/N, I need you… to come with me, of course" he quickly fixed what he'd said but you knew there was more to it. Your heart raced as you got up and walked to him, holding back your smile.

"You don't have a date with Sage tonight?"

He frowned and shook his head immediately dismissing the idea.

"Not with her"

You closed the space between the two of you and leaned closer, Joel also leaned in, his heart hammered his chest, waiting for the kiss that never came. Instead, you whispered into his ear:

"I'll go get ready"

•••

You walked through the Jackson streets together, shielding yourselves from the wind. It was a cold night, but the sky was clear and the moon was shining brightly. It didn't matter if the temperatures were low, it just felt so good to be walking with Joel. He offered you his arm and though neither of you mentioned anything about your weird interaction earlier, you were pretty sure that was a date.

Joel still didn't tell you where you were going, but anywhere with him would be good enough.

He looked down at you as if he had read your mind.

"So… I haven't really thought of where we could go… I didn't think you'd say yes" he gave you a shy smile and looked away.

"Why wouldn't I say yes, Joel?" You replied and slid your hand down his arms, finding his hand and entwining your fingers together.

"Come with me" he said as he thought of a perfect place you could go to.

At first, you thought he was taking you to the stables, but then, you walked around it and went for the hills, where you climbed it and sat down comfortably.

"I thought it would be nice to see the moonlight or something" Joel shrugged and looked at you "sorry, I'm nervous, I haven't been on a date in so long" you felt a warmth in your heart and you held his head making him look at you.

"It's perfect, it reminds me of when we were on the road, you didn't really like me back then, but we had some good times" you chuckled softly and felt Joel's hands on your hips, holding them with a soft grip.

He scoffed.

"I've always liked you, but you always made me run out of patience" he admitted, making you laugh.

"Maybe, I was cranky, but I think I've gone soft, and it's your fault, sweetheart"

You looked into his eyes and then at his lips, you felt your heart pounding as Joel's grip on your waist tightened and he pulled you towards him.

You felt his lips against yours for the first time and it was so much better than you could ever imagine. The way your skin burned at his beard brushing and how he deepened it. You felt his tongue on yours and what began as a slow, gentle kiss, turned into an urgent, fiery one.

You moaned into his lips and tugged his hair, as you broke the kiss, Joel panted softly, worried he'd done something wrong but he smirked as you straddled him and sat on his lap.

"Are you sure you want this, darling?"

He mumbled against your skin, kissing down your neck and kneading your ass gently.

"I've never been so sure, Joel. I need it"

You whispered to him, enjoying the moonlight bliss with the man you loved.

_____

A/N: it wasn't my best work, but I just wanted to make Joel have a happy moment 🥺

[prettylittlels]

masterlist

requests are open! 🩶🪩🫧

tom blyth

he -> part 2

pov: you meet a beautiful stranger on the subway.

the movie -> part 2 -> part 3

pov: your book, the invisible life of addie larue, is getting adapted into a movie. (author!reader).

my picture

pov: you find a special picture in tom's wallet.

i can see you

pov: you notice rachel's costar is staring at the academy's annual gala. (actress!reader)

special night

pov: you perform you new song at the golden globes and you drive people crazy. (singer!reader)

over spilled coffee

pov: you spill coffe over a beautiful stranger and realize he's sitting next to you during an eight-hour flight.

old memories

pov: you and tom rekindle your relationship after working together. (actress!reader)

lando norris

you're such a dream to me

pov: you meet your favourite f1 driver and end up writing a song about it (singer!reader)

sebastian vettel

proud

pov: you make ferrari win in monza and your husband is proud of you (ferrari team manager!reader)

arthur leclerc

mon chéri

pov: you make your relationship public

carlos sainz

un verano con vos

pov: you and carlos spend the summer break with the family (argentinian!reader)

fernando alonso

just an inchident

pov: you forget to switch accounts and post a picture of you and your boyfriend in aston martin f1 racing's instagram

oscar piastri

fun

pov: you and your date blow up on social media after a video of you dsncing gets leaked

paul aron

baby tee

pov: your boyfriend repost your new song and the fans start speculating who the song is about

ollie bearman

rookie love

pov: you drive for an f1 team and when carlos gets appendicitis ollie gets to drive alongside your, and accidentaly reveals your relationship to the world

[yushi-ni]

NCT WISH 🫧🧚🏼✨ heart eyes for you ᯓ★

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ⊹₊⟡⋆ masterlist 🌷🫧🩵

small things you do that make wish realize how much they love you. little moments that make them fall in love over and over again. ᯓᡣ𐭩 pt 2 of these!!! oopsie somehow got a bit caried away with these. i did not proofread, sorry!! i am trying to find my own way of writing so i am sorry if this is not so good yet. i hope you enjoy!!! 🧚🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♀️

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maknae line; (hyungs)

김재희 - kim jaehee ⊹₊⟡⋆

there is two things that jaehee loves most in this world; music and you. it's no secret that jaehee is super talented when it comes to his voice and musicality. being the main vocal in his team, he has proved himself a great artist. you on the other hand were far from a professional singer, but who better to learn from than your idol bf?? you often find yourself hanging out with jaehee, with him playing the piano and singing one of his favorite songs. you loved listening to his voice and seeing the way his whole face seems to soften and feel the song. after a couple songs, you get up and make your way to your boyfriend. placing both your hands on his shoulders, you press a small kiss on top of his head. "i love that song, it's one of my favorites" you say as you take a seat next to jaehee. "really???" he asks as you notice how the lights almost reflect in his eyes. "should i teach you how to play? we can play together!!" your bf adds, full of enthusiasm. there is nothing he enjoys more than sharing his passion with you. as the minutes go by, you start to get the hang of it a little more. even though you don't play perfectly let alone press the right notes every now and then, jaehee is super sweet and never loses his patience when it comes to you. "agh!! i can't do it, it's so hard.." you sigh as you played the wrong note again. "no! you are doing great, it's ok!! let me show you one more time!!" jaehee takes your hands in his as he shows you the right keys. the concentration on your face does not go unnoticed by your bf, bopping your head slightly as you press the piano keys softly and the big smile on your face as you managed to pull through without any mistakes. jaehee wonders how he got so lucky to have you in his life. even though your own job - career might be a bit different than his, you never fail to make an effort to show interest in his work. as you play a couple more times, your bf just looks at you with the biggest smile on his face. how could someone look so cute yet so pretty with the tip of their tongue peeking out in between their lips, full of concentration yet have the softest look in their eyes as the sound from the piano fills up the room.

히로세 료 - hiroshe ryo ⊹₊⟡⋆

ryo loves the spring weather. whenever april rolls around again, he cannot wait to go and play outside with you. going for little walkies, getting ice cream, visiting the park near by to go for a picnic, he cannot hide his excitement when the sun comes out of its winter shadow. making your way to the park. your bf starts listing up the things he wants to do now the spring season has started again. you look at ryo as he takes your hand in his, softly swinging your hands together. completely lost in his story about the new zoo he wants to visit, you pass by a little bush with flowers. "omg look!!! the flowers are starting to bloom!" you let out with excitement as you make your way to take a look up close. ryo, finally snapping out of his own little bubble, looks at you as you kneel down infront of the pink and orange flowers. he smiles to himself, fondly looking at you as you take out your phone to take a couple pictures of the colorful spring blossoms infront of you. he loves the way your eyes light up when you call over your bf to show him the pretty flower you saw. "isn't this one so beautiful.." you point at a pink blossom flower as your boyfriend kneels down next to you. it's something about the way your face is flushed over with excitement that makes his heart skip a beat. the sun shines perfectly on your face and with the soft sound of distant chatter from other people it makes it look like a scene straight out of a movie. ryo smiles and takes your hand in his as he pulls you up on your feet again. "close your eyes" he says as he let's go of your hand. you feel his hand come up to your hair as you open your eyes again, met with your bf who shyly smiles at you. "now it's even more pretty.." you put your hand up to feel the flower he put in your hair. you look at your boyfriend who cannot hide the pink blush flushing over his face as he gazes into your own eyes. your smile reaches up to your eyes as you plant a soft kiss on his cheek. you swiftly turn around and continue walking, leaving your bf a couple meters behind, following your every move witjh his eyes. "are you coming?" you asked, giggling as you turned to look at your bf. he cannot hide the big smile on his face as he looks at you as you walk through the street, your reflection in the windows as the sun seems to shine just for you. the wind softly blowing through your hair with the little flower on the side of your head. to him, you are more beautiful than any flower in the world. quickly making his way to you, he grabs your hand, pulling it up to his face as he plants a small kiss on the back of your hand. the sun was shining nicely but nothing can compare to the warmth he feels when you are next to him.

후지니가 사쿠야 - fujinaga sakuya ⊹₊⟡⋆

sakuya is known for his mischievous and playful nature. being the youngest in his team, he is often the reason behind the laughter and excitement that fills up the room. he loves hanging out with his members, almost as much as he loves hanging out with you. since his older members care about their maknae more than anything in this world, they grew very fond of you as well. often visiting the guys' dorm, it's safe to say you have gotten really close with the others as well. in the middle of the second round of the 'mafia game' you were all sat in a circle on the floor. sakuya, who got killed in the last round was sat on the couch with sion, who played the roll of the mayor. full of energy, sakuya was watching the game unfold in front of him. as the night comes with the next round, the two mafias that killed him awakened again. letting out a loud gasp, sakuya looks at the way ryo and you both point at your next target. sion who watches his maknae in utter disbelief laughs at the face the younger one pulls as his eyes meet with yours. you smile at your bf, finding it funny how he was so shocked by the fact you were one of the mafias. even though it's just a game, he always takes these things seriously. as the game goes on, you and ryo end up winning this round. still in disbelief that his gf killed him in the first round, he stays seated on the couch as the others decide on the next game. you get up and sit down next to your sulky bf. "awwww cmon saku, it's just a game" you said as you look at the expression on his face. you put your arms around his neck as you pull him into a hug. almost immediately you feel his arms sneak around your waist as he leans into you. you pulled away to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. smiling at him which he returned as the pink flushes over his cheeks. quickly joining the others again, you repositioned yourself on the floor while sakuya decided to skip out on this round. he has no idea what the others are saying, nor does he know what game you decided to play. all he can see is you, as the sound of laughter fills up the room, he cannot help but stare at you. what did he do to deserve you. seeing you play with his older brothers, a sudden feeling of joy and gratefulness rushes into his heart. he loves having you around, you make him feel like no one else can. yes, his members care for him all the time but there was something about the way you loved him that made his heart feel so warm and happy. quickly standing up, he made his way over to you. as he sits down next to you, he gently kisses you on the cheek. returning the favor as he takes your hand in his.

[writingamarie]

for @sketchyherpderp

🌊 the only easy day (3 part buddie. angst. hurt. hea)

“I don’t want them here, Maddie.” “They’re our parents, they should be here, you've been seriously close to dying twice in half a year, Evan! They should be here!” But he didn’t need them. Whether or not good parents would be at his bedside didn’t matter to him. He’d come to terms with the parents –or lack there of– that he had when he was twelve. He hadn’t needed them then, and he didn’t need them now. He managed to barely flinch as she called out his name. It hadn’t been said with any hate, he knew that but he couldn’t help the way his mind traveled. Evan, you really shouldn’t cause problems. Evan, this isn’t the time for your theatrics. This really is all you’re– He shoved the thoughts back down and did his best to lock the stupid mental box that he tried to keep all the bad childhood memories in. He’d liked the idea of Pandora’s box when he’d been younger. It had seemed like a perfect representation of how he felt. All the bad shit in one spot locked away, but if it ever escaped there would always be Hope left at the bottom.

🐝 the pull of us (post lawsuit, buck backstory divergence, buddie, tarlos, buck/tk)

Buck had never had a best friend before Tyler so he wasn’t sure if it was normal to go so long without actually seeing each other and fall right back into how it felt the last time they had –but it felt normal enough for him. They texted and talked all the time, Buck never felt like he lost Tyler from his life even if they hadn’t seen each other in person in years. There was a warmth that had filled his chest and the smile that stretched across his face actually hurt. It was the first time he remembered being genuinely happy since before he’d been injured. “You look good.” Tyler smirked, “And you look like a brick house.”

🫧 ruined (post lawsuit, dark, dead dove, why did i use buck to work through trauma?)

“Sorry, man, I was zoned out.” “I get it. Feel like middle of the night runs usually mean shit’s going on in your head, right?” The guy smiled at him and Buck realized it had been weeks since someone genuinely smiled at him. Sure there were random strangers on the street that gave those half smiles that were considered polite when they passed someone. But Buck hadn’t thought about just how alone he had gotten since the lawsuit started. “Yeah, sorry, I’ve got a big thing later. Should still watch where I’m running.” Buck didn’t want to think about what would happen when he went to his meeting with Chase that morning. He’d be able to see the team again and he hoped that if he could just explain his side they would finally understand.

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[2myl0ver]

🫧 lunch break 🫧

💭 PAIR. reader x &team kei

💭 WORD COUNT. 415

💭 GENRE & CONTAINING. fluff & crack, mentions of food!

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you were sitting in class when you felt someone nudging your shoulder from behind, you looked back to see kei, your boyfriend handing you a piece of folded paper. kei watched as you took it and put it in your pocket, avoiding your teacher scolding you or kei.

soon enough, you stood up as you heard the bell ring for lunch, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. once you got there, you were fixing your clothes and felt the piece of paper in your pocket, you took it out and saw the words "do you wanna eat lunch together?". shoot. I should've opened it earlier you thought to yourself.

"I just opened the letter, sorry. where are you?" read the words on your phone, you'd hope he wasn't upset at you when you texted.

ding!

"it's fine! i had to get some work done as well. I'm at the canteen" you let out a sigh of relief when you read his response, "I'll meet you there!"

once you arrived at the canteen, you immediately search for kei, finding him sitting at a table with two plates, you quickly walk to the table and sit beside kei. "hi, sorry. I didn't open it because of ms murata. she's a pain in the ass." you apologized, "It's fine, don't worry about it. here, I just got you a burger and fries, I didn't really know what you wanted." he handed you the plate. "thanks, how much is this again?" you asked, "It's fine, it was like 600 yen (4 usd). you don't have to pay me back, that probably tastes bad anyways." he says, stuffing his mouth with his burger.

you laugh at his joke, knowing that the burger wont taste good. you look at him, eating his burger "yup. I was correct this tastes raw.. cold too, and stale. 600 yen for this is an absolute scam." he laughs, looking at you. "is it really that bad?" you laugh, covering your mouth. You reach for the burger and take a bite. kei waits for your reaction silently.

"this is horrible!" you both laugh. by this point, you two were sure everyone in the cafeteria has heard one of you laugh atleast once. "who made these? damn. they should quit their job." you manage to say in between laughs. "that or the formula sucks." kei states, the laughter dies down eventually, you two finally catch your breath. "my stomach hurts. from the laughter and the burger probably. we need spongebob and mr krabs in here."

[muzzzzle]

Prefects’ Bathroom 🫧

Pairing: Prefect! Leander Prewett x Hector Fawley

NSFW 🔞 MDNI

I promised to finish this smut so ‘here I am as good as my word’ (c) It’s also my first work written specifically in English 👉🏻👈🏻

A friendly call for @prissaoe @soraimai @cranberryletters on the occasion!

The lights in the braziers twitched and the enchanted armor rattled unsettlingly. Leander had always found them sort of creepy, especially at such an hour, when every shadow in the castle was out to get something, whisper with muffled voices in his ear,  and breathe down his neck, making the hairs stand. Prewett shivered lightly and straightened his back. They wouldn’t scare him after all this time. He’s been put into Gryffindor and rightfully so. 

Though at this moment it was hard to tell if his quickened breath had more to do with suspicious noises creeping at him from all around the castle, or the excitement of his dream finally coming true. He’d almost lost his hope last year, getting roasted by Garreth constantly on the subject. But who’s laughing now, eh? 

The proud Gryffindor Prefect was striding down the Faculty Tower, casting glances at the portraits and nodding to them familiarly. Who would know, that coming back to Hogwarts for 6th year, he would finally get the cherished pin. Gryffindor House was cheering so loudly and Leander couldn’t help but drop a few happy tears on the occasion. Finally, he got what he rightfully deserved. Even Garreth wouldn’t dare to pull his pranks on him now, not when Prewett got to flash his shiny pin and casually mention Weasley’s aunt, whom he was supposed to meet oh so very soon about yet another incredibly important matter. Garreth nodded understandingly and patted the roommate on the shoulder.

And today, after having bathed in respect, adoration, and glory, Leander was finally about to bathe in the place he had been dreaming of since he first heard about it. The Prefects’ bathroom. Retreat for the elite.

Faculty Tower appeared mostly empty, on his way Prewett only met Professor Garlick, mumbling something about Gillyweed. The redhead nodded to her pompously as well, trying to remember frantically if he’d handed in that essay on the Sopophorus plant. But Herbology Professor didn’t seem to be interested in that at all, a sigh of relief leaving his chest. 

Leander finally got closer to the coveted door, enunciated every syllable of the password to the statue of Boris the Bewildered, and pushed the handle, his heart sinking in anticipation.  After the dimly lit corridors of the Faculty Tower, bright lights reflected in the sparkling foam made him squint a bit. It was all he had dreamed of and more, bubbles popping playfully in the air, the stained-glass mermaid braiding her long hair, eyeing him with interest, lined up taps, erupting with all sorts of colors, fumes with musky scents, and… Somebody’s naked butt.

“Aaaah!” Prewett squeaked but quickly pulled himself together — in his dreams Prefects’ bathroom was his and his only, no other naked butts intended. “Sorry, mate, I was under the impression nobody had the place tonight.”

He turned his gaze away, embarrassed and bewildered just as much as the statue at the entrance, as the owner of the butt turned at him, his face with high cheekbones expressing the same surprise Leander’s had just moments ago. The Gryffindor Prefect's gaze brushed awkwardly at some uncovered parts of the bathroom occupant, who, apparently, hadn’t yet entered the water, before settling eyes on his face and dark hair. It wasn’t any of the Prefects, with all of whom Prewett was on a first-name basis, or the Head Boy, nor the captain of any Quidditch team, which was the only place Leander didn’t manage to get himself into this year. A seventh-year Ravenclaw, whom he had seen quite a few times in the Training Grounds, they even exchanged a few words last year – Hector Fawley. Leander raised his eyebrow with suspicion, trying to remember if there were any reasons for him to be privileged as high as to enter such an establishment. The musky scent was tickling his nose even more now, fogging his head a bit. The Ravenclaw caught himself faster.

“Leander, right?” his thick dark eyebrows straightened, and high cheekbones rounded up a bit as he cast a charming smile.  

“What are you doing here, this is Prefects’ bathroom!” Prewett answered instead of a greeting, his face about to compete in color with his hair.

Fawley wasn’t in the rush to cover himself up at all, it was almost like he was proud to show his body off, the embarrassment of being caught wearing off quickly. Leander tried to seem stern, it was the first obstacle of any kind he’d encountered on his path as a Prefect so far, and he couldn’t quite understand how to react to such a situation. Was it a test? A weird initiation ceremony other Prefects prepared for him? Maybe they are testing if he had what it took to be harsh at times? Why on Earth did Hector Fawley have his dick out like that?

“So I am aware,” Hector shrugged, noticing just how wild was the expression on Prewett’s face, and calculating frantically the best way out of this. “I have certain… secret privileges, you see.”

Leander kept eyeing him with suspicion. If it was indeed the Prefects’ test, then he should just act as one. ‘What do you mean “as one”? You are one now!’ thought the redhead to himself and frowned his eyebrows. The musky-smoky scent was still pursuing him, he turned his head, trying to find the source of it.

“Then you wouldn’t mind testifying your ‘privileges’ to Professor Weasley, would you?” Prewett raised his chin and looked at the intruder with a challenge. 

Hector arched one of his eyebrows. He was impressed. Leander Prewett didn’t have the best reputation at school, but apparently, he wasn’t so easy to fool. There was no point in trying to reason with him. But Ravenclaw's wits weren’t the only talent Fawley had taken pride in. If all the girls running after him were any proof – his charm was quite the force to be reckoned with. Hector never minded whether it was girls or boys. Whatever needed to be done. The Ravenclaw raised his hands up as a sign of peace, and tilted his head a bit, eyeing the freshly-baked Prefect with interest.

“Ok, I admit it. You got me, mate. I’m not supposed to be here.”

Prewett swallowed loudly, trying to keep his eyes at the level of Fawley’s head. Why was he so chill? What the hell were those fumes? And when did Hector get that abs so tight? And why did it bother him, Leander, so much? Even though some very inappropriate images were rising in Prefect’s mind (all of them had to do with a certain naked body right in front of him), the redhead was fighting them off quite bravely.

“I will accompany you to Professor Hecat’s, the Head of your House,” stated Leander.

The Ravenclaw clicked his tongue. He was preparing himself for quite a career after this last year at Hogwarts. His family had already pulled some strings and he was counting on a job at the Ministry. If it was up to Headmaster Black, he would have smoothly talked his way out of it, but Hecat… She was almost as diligent at staining the students’ records with minor misdemeanors as Weasley. He was thinking quickly, eyeing the sixth-year’s face. Leander was still clearly embarrassed but tried his best to look stern. Resolute face, plump lips pressed tightly – he was kinda cute, Hector thought.

“Are you certain we have to go to Hecat’s?” Fawley made his voice sound as smooth and deep as he could. “Surely the two of us can work something out, no need to get the unnecessary attention.”

Prewett frowned, processing his words. Yes, it was definitely a test. The Prefects, probably, were here in the bathroom as well, concealed by Disillusionment Charm, watching his every move and releasing some enchanted fumes, making his mind race with dirty images. Leander exhaled loudly to find the courage to remain tough and ignore the sudden urge to run his tongue along Fawley’s abs. 

“I have to accompany you to Professor Hecat’s at once, I’m afraid!” with all the will he managed to collect, the redhead blurted out. “Put your clothes on!”

But Fawley didn’t even take a look at his clothes, getting closer to Leander instead and grinning predatorily. A couple more steps and his arm pressed the Gryffindor against the wall tightly, Prewett’s eyes widened in surprise, as Hector shamelessly brushed his naked body against Leander’s. The closeness and the warmth made him feel a light twitch in his pants. What in Merlin’s name was this guy doing?

“What in Merlin's name are you doing?” the Gryffindor felt the blood rushing to his cheeks and abdomen, as Hector’s dark eyes were hypnotizing him. “I– I’m a Prefect!”

“So I’ve heard,” the Ravenclaw murmured hotly right into Leander’s ear, pressing on his neck a bit harder and in one sharp movement covering Prewett’s plump lips with his.

Leander froze, processing. Hector Fawley was… kissing him?! What kind of initiation was that?! His mind was already about to blow, when he felt Hector’s other arm unbuttoning his robes, stroking his sides, and travelling down, close to the buckle of his trousers. Prewett opened his lips wider in surprise, Fawley’s tongue invading his mouth immediately. The Gryffindor tried with all his might to think of anything else, but his imagination would only paint brighter pictures of where Fawley’s hand should go next and how gently Hector was brushing his tongue against his own at the very moment. It wasn’t Leander’s first kiss at all – a couple of times he awkwardly tried it with Lenora Everleigh, who would mock him about the fact he hadn’t ever kissed, and then suck on his lips like a hungry dementor. They were even trying to do other things, and all along it’d just been really weird for him. But this time he felt different. Musky fumes were making his head spin and the Ravenclaw clearly knew what he was doing, so against his own will, Leander grew hard, moaning slightly into Hector’s mouth and making him chuckle.

“That’s it, Prewett, let me make it up to you,” he grinned as he parted, feeling the bulge in the redhead’s pants. “Wouldn’t it be better than bothering poor old Professor Hecat?”

Leander opened his clouded eyes and, breathing hard, felt the weirdly natural fire rising within. Licking his burning lips, he grabbed Fawley and, with the strength he had hardly expected from himself, turned him around, this time being the one pressing another into the wall. Hector’s thick brows frowned, but his eyes twinkled with the sudden change of the Prefect’s character. He opened his mouth, going to say something, but Prewett with unlikely power grabbed his chin tightly and pulled him in for another kiss, warmer, wilder, wetter.

Leander never knew he had it in him, he felt dizzy with sudden boldness and power over the handsome Ravenclaw, whimpering slightly back into his mouth. He ran his hands against the broad naked shoulders, along the bare skin, that would cover with goosebumps at his hungry touches, down to the narrow hips, thrusting a bit forward, trying to brush his erection against Fawley’s hot body, feeling him grow hard as well. Hector gasped for breath, his eyes wide as the Gryffindor rested his hands on his butt and squeezed slightly.

“Wow,” he breathed out into another’s ear, chuckling. “Never knew you were so horny for me, Prewett, could’ve said so!”

Leander parted, panting and looking at the smug expression of the Ravenclaw searchingly, and smiled victoriously, grabbing his exposed dick without warning, squeezing it and making Hector whimper again. Redhead found himself enjoying these sounds more and more. He breathed in deeply, feeling the courage bursting out of him as the fumes took over — he wasn’t afraid of looking stupid or ashamed — it felt right. He pulled Fawley closer by his organ and kissed him again, feeling how the seventh-year tried to thrust into his hand.

“I think you’re in no position to mock me, Fawley,” said Leander hotly to his ear, brushing the dark hair with the free hand and pulling on it a bit to hear another moan. “I think you would need to put in some good work if you want to have me cover for you.”

Hector threw his head back as Prewett pulled on his hair, eyeing his face, flushed with lust and licking his lips. The sudden change in Prefect’s character was turning him on more and more, he had almost forgotten why he started doing it in the first place. Of course, he knew, what might have given redhead a nudge – he had lit the sticks himself not more than ten minutes ago, hoping to spend some quality time with the hot emerging fantasies in his head – through some smugglers’ connections he had managed to get a bunch of mysterious Indian incense, used widely in their wizarding houses of pleasure. Maybe, those were the fumes hitting him as well, but every touch of Leander made his skin burn and blood rush through his head. He grabbed the red-edged robes and in one swift movement removed them from the shoulders, starting to unbutton the shirt on the Gryffindor’s chest, when Prewett caught his fingers and shook his head. Hector obeyed with surprise and anticipation, taking a few steps to the side, as Leander’s hand, resting on his abs, pushed him insistently toward the pool, still full of colourful foam and bubbles. He stopped at the very slippery edge, his heels looming over the bath, one Leander’s hand wrapped around his cock tightly, another, in contrast, pressing him forward.

“Do you expect me to jump?” Fawley cocked his eyebrow, feeling his heart beating loudly.

“I expect you to fall,” Leander answered and pushed the Ravenclaw with both hands, looking with a clouded gaze at the water splashing as Hector fell into it. 

His head and shoulders resurfaced the water some seconds later, he stroked his moist hair back, exposing his forehead, and thick eyebrows raised in utter surprise. Prewett watched him with the same wild, hungry, lustful eyes with widened pupils, slowly taking off his shirt. Fawley smirked, breathing deeply, eyeing the Prefect’s freckled chest and resting his gaze on the bulge in Leander’s trousers.

“Seems your clothes are a bit tight on you,” he said smugly. “Need some help?”

The redhead said nothing and unbuttoned his trousers quickly as well, taking them off in a hasty motion, remaining in his briefs, and got closer to the edge of the pool.

“You will be helping me in another way, Fawley,” he said hoarsely, the view of water streaming down Hector’s neck and shoulders turning him on even more. His briefs came down to the floor next to the crumpled white shirt, as Leander sat with his bare butt on the edge of the pool, which he just pushed the intruder off. He spread his legs wider shamelessly, feet in the water, showing off his cock twitching painfully as if inviting to be touched desperately. “Will you be a good Ravenclaw and guess yourself or shall I tell you what to do?”

Fawley's grin crept higher as he took a couple of steps closer, pushing the thick foam away. The incense was still burning, a pleasant musky scent tickling his nostrils as his hands rested on Leander's knees and his face right opposite his crotch. Hector was taking his time, clearly enjoying the impatient freckled face and dark eyes devouring him with lust. He slowly grabbed some foam and ran his fingers up Prewett’s right thigh, listening in to his quickening breathing and feeling the muscles tensing up at his touch. Getting closer to the groin, he teasingly brushed the inner thigh with his thumb and, burying his nails in the pale skin slightly, left red traces as he moved his fingers back to the knee. Leander clenched his teeth and whimpered.

“Have you done it before?” Fawley raised his eyes, still playing with Prefect’s thigh.

“N-not with guys,” even having been affected like this by the Indian fumes, the redhead sounded a bit nervous.

Hector nodded and stroked the left thigh with one long motion, resting his palm on Leander’s butt and squeezing it lightly.

“I will be gentle, Prewett,” he murmured as he brought his face even closer to the aroused dick, cupping his glutes with both hands this time.

Prefect’s heart was racing as he watched, holding his breath, as Fawley stuck out his tongue and slowly ran its tip along the hard shaft from the bottom up, knocking another moan out of him. Leander clung to the wet edges of the pool with his fingers, his knuckles white as he locked his gaze with Hector’s. The Ravenclaw was clearly playing with him, moving slowly and barely touching at times, tracing the net of veins on his dick with a deft tongue, leaving the organ wet and unattended as he started sucking on his balls, squeezing his butt harder. 

Prewett clenched his teeth, panting, his dick hurting with desire. He was afraid it would be over too soon but experienced Fawley (where the hell did he learn all that?) knew how to keep him on the edge and extend the pleasure. He would start sucking on the very tip of Prefect's throbbing essence with filthy wet sounds, making Leander arch his back and push his hips forward trustingly, closing his eyes; but then suddenly bite the inner side of his thigh, grinning at yet another soft whimper and licking over the red mark. Prewett winced and grasped Hector’s wet hair, pulling it slightly again.

“So impatient,” the Ravenclaw chuckled teasingly, burying his nails in the bare skin, covered with goosebumps. “You Gryffindors need to be taught some restraint.”

Leander couldn’t even formulate words, he just forced Fawley’s face closer to his crotch by the hair, his dick brushing against the high cheekbone. Hector felt as his own hardness was driving him crazy already, his own tension building up even without any direct contract. He opened his mouth wide and wrapped it around Prewett’s swollen organ, sensing as its tip pressed against the back of his throat and hearing an inappropriately loud moan.

“Mmmph” whimpered Leander, finally getting the demanded attention and thrusting slightly at the pace the Ravenclaw had set. 

Hector was accelerating fast, feeling that the Prefect wouldn’t hold much longer, helping himself with his tongue, his fingers at the back finding their way to the redhead’s hole. He was at his hardest himself, Prewett’s moans roaming wild in his mind. Before he knew it, Leander erupted with a hoarse groan right into the seventh-year throat, his body shaking vigorously, his fingers clutching hard on Fawley’s hair. With the release, the Gryffindor lowered on his back, his chest heaving as he was panting noisily. Without waiting for him to rise, Hector got up the slippery steps; water and foam streaming down his heated and tense body; brought one leg over Prewett’s pale torso, lowering onto his knees in the riding pose, and with a few swift jerks he came all over the freckled heaving chest with a deep moan.

The incense sputtered a thin wisp of darker smoke and went out. Fumes were still roaming around the bathroom, Fawley fell exhaustedly right next to the Prefect, breathing just as heavily, his face expressing utter satisfaction. Leander was eyeing the high ceiling decorated with the floral pattern and the lights flickering in the floating bubbles. The seventh-year suddenly got up and started pulling his clothes on. Prewett raised on his elbows.

“You are going?” he tried to conceal his disappointment but to no avail. 

Fawley pulled on his pants and was now doing the buttons on his shirt clinging instantly to his yet moist skin.

“It seemed like you wanted to enjoy the place all by yourself,” Hector grinned, drying his hair with a wand and watching as the sticky white mess that he had made on the Gryffindor's chest got more transparent. “I reckon you might really use this bath now, Mr Prefect. Unless you still want to go to Hecat’s, of course.”

Leander blushed hard and pressed his lips, sliding slowly to the water and shaking his head negatively. Now that the effect of the incense and his sudden outburst of wild lust was wearing off, he was starting to feel embarrassed. But even more than that he was thinking of doing that again.

“You can go,” Prewett answered, hiding his eyes and leaning his back against the tiling of the pool. 

The Ravenclaw watched him carefully and sighed, squatting down near the taps, decorated with some sort of mer-creatures, and running his fingers through the red hair reassuringly.

“That was fun, Leander. I won’t mind doing it again sometime, if you are up for it” he said playfully and rose, heading to the door, leaving the Prefect with the eyes hopefully fluttering as he reproached.

“He-Hector!” the redhead’s call caught up with him almost as he reached for the knob. “If you ever want to use the bathroom, let me know, I’ll… work something out.”

Fawley turned his head and cast a glance at the embarrassed sixth-year, smiling.

“I will be looking forward to us working something out together,” he said before slipping through the door. 

Prewett breathed in noisily and dove under the thick foam. Well, that wasn’t at all what he’d imagined his first time here would be like. The other Prefects were right. Once you try the Prefect’s bathroom, you’ll never want to get back to the regular one.

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wait can I… may I… 🫧firsts with mick🫣🫶 (thank you always for providing)

mick, my beloved. excuse me while i lose my MIND over this. your first _____ w mick would go like:

date: karting. he would take you to those fun indoor track, with cushioning everywhere and a fairly easy track to do. but you guys would spend hours there, your competitive side getting the best of you because you would not rest until you beat him. and then after, he'd take you out to ice cream, because what better way to celebrate your one win and his 6 by sharing an ice cream sundae??

kiss: it happened after your third date. you were walking hand in hand after dinner, a serious debate about something you can't even remember. mick didn't say much, he preferred to listen to you speak. you don't notice the small smile on his face, the little dimples on his cheeks while you ramble on and on. and then he pulls you to a stop under a lamp post by his car, tugging you into his chest. "do you ever stop talking?" he asks playfully. "mmm, not unless you stop me no." he grins widely, a soft rumble in his chest as he chuckles. you're about to speak again when he leans in and kisses you. and for the first time that night, you were speechless.

time ;): it happened after a night at the bar. there wasn't much drinking involved, but there was a lot of dancing. lots of your back pressed to his front, lots of wandering hands, lots of moments he wanted to pull you into the bathroom and take you right there. but you make it to his apartment, barely going past the front door before he attacks you with kisses. the moment was filled with nose bumping, teeth clashing, and a lot of giggles but god was it perfect.

fight: he didn't like you going out without him. he would never stop you, but he did express that it made him uncomfortable. it comes from a place of worry really, because he always wanted to be around to protect you. as care free as that boy might seem, he was very protective of you. and in the beginning, it was a lot of butting heads, so much so that it did eventually result in you going out with your phone turned off and mick pacing his apartment just hoping you would return his calls. it was pretty nasty, with you calling him psycho and not giving you freedom. but as he waited for your call, he wasn't even mad he just wanted to know you were alright. and you were. you were drunk, but also sane enough to make it to his front door. the next morning you both managed to talk it out and find a happy medium which did allow you to be out without him while still giving him peace of mind.

saying 'i love you': another case of you wont stop talking. it was post race, and you were going off about something you didn't particularly agree with, in terms of how the team handled his race. once again mick was left listening, a smile on his face as you speak passionately about something he loves so much. and as you wrap up your thoughts, you look up at him and ask "well what do you think?" "I think i love you."

meeting his family: you meet corinna and gina in texas on the ranch. it was a last minute trip, mick wanting to surprise the only other important women in his life. you were in shambles on the plane, begging mick to give you ten minutes to make yourself look a little more presentable but he said you looked fine and dragged you all the way to the ranch straight from the airport. but needless to say, the two women loved you very much. and michael... you met him on mick's birthday. he smiled at you, and that was enough to bring mick to tears.

meeting your family: you were having him over for a family dinner. it was a rare occasion, with you and your siblings spread out across the world for most of the year. but for the first time you were all back in your home town and you couldn't think of a better time to introduce your boyfriend to your family. he was nervous, but he settled in with the crowd easily. they asked him question after question, until you were begging them to stop and eat.

[writing-positivelyexisting]

Never Gone, Maybe Far

The Bad Batch. Bad Batch/Reader. | writing-positivelyexisting🫧 ⚠️ angst warning: character death, hurt/no comfort.

Fighting alongside two of the best Jedi was a thrill. You, the boys, and so many regs exchanging blaster fire against the Separatists. The hum of each blast sent electrical waves of adrenaline through your whole body. Sure, you were a simple bounty hunter, hired by the Kaminoans to keep a watchful eye on the Bad Batch, but this past year with them is a year you wouldn’t trade for anything this galaxy had to offer.

You even came to find one of them romantically appealing. He was sweet, most times. His mind never strayed too far from being a soldier. It’s just who he is and you couldn’t blame him. It was admirable. You loved him more because of it.

 Of course, when it came to battles you two knew that your emotions could never cloud your judgment. Death was a part of everyone’s life. That was a fact to accept quickly, and you and him both did. Plus, your relationship was a secret, so there were two big factors playing here.

This battle, however, was becoming increasingly sour. For every two droids shot, the Separatists shot four clones. It wasn’t looking good this time around.

Still, you and the Bad Batch were determined to win. The regs were in the same position, aside from their commanders saying how crucial this battle was. Winning against the Separatists was always common ground.

The Jedi ordered a regroup through the comms, and Hunter agreed. As quickly as you all could, you made the break for cover. The enemy fire never ceased and when you tried to follow behind Tech, a blaster shot took you by surprise.

A fire-like sensation had spread from the wound through your middle. You didn’t think this is how you would go out. Maybe a little more dramatic, but not everyone can choose their death. Your body fell to the ground and the men all turned to see. The shock of your body lying on the ground with a blaster hole through your back was dizzying to all of them.

“Wrecker!”

“On it!”

The explosives specialist came to you and lifted you up, carrying you to a safe location. Not the rendezvous with the Jedi, not without knowing if you would make it.

The team kept their profile low in the forest, while Tech assessed your wound. Your weak eyes looked at each of them, especially him. You knew. He knew. They all knew. But hope had a strange way of seeping into those who are so bound by fact. Hope is sometimes the killer that gets away.

“Hey,” your meek voice called out, “come here.” 

The leader of this team came to your side, kneeling on knee. His hand came to brush away your hair and settle on your cheek. His eyes were full of fear. Eyebrows knitted with anger. Those lips that you loved to kiss frowned in sorrow.

He knew. As well as you.

“Don’t,” was all he could manage to whisper. 

You did your best to smile while in pain. “Just remember,”

“YN, don’t.”

His eyes couldn’t hold in his tears. How sad that this is the first time you’re seeing him cry, at your death and not when the war was finally won and you could get married?

“Just remember, Hunter,” you spoke again, feeling your body give up, “that we lay under the same stars… you’ll never be alone.” 

As he tried to work on curing your wound with quite literally nothing, you raised a weak hand to grab him when your words didn’t reach him. His head turned to look at you and you could see the desperation, you felt it in the shakiness of his hand, too. Tech. Known for his analytics, data, facts, and logic, to be overcome by hope – the tiniest sliver of hope that you would make it.

It amazed you.

“YN, I’m sorry. I’m doing everything I can with little to nothing, I won’t stop, just let me,”

“Tech.” He swallowed, grasping on to each word you had to say. “It’s not your fault.”

There was a chill setting in and you knew you didn’t have much longer. Tech saw it. He reached to hold your hand in both of his hands, data pad forgotten on the ground. He muttered an apology again, asking Maker for a miracle. Your man of science and all things technology asking for help through prayer. Definitely a sight.

“I love you.” Your eyes fluttered closed. “When you miss me, Tech, just close your eyes. You'll never be alone.” 

The man never left your side after bringing you to where you lay, his hand intertwined with yours. He turned to face you when you called and there was a sinking feeling in his stomach.

You gave him a smile and he shook his head. “No, cyar’ika. Not yet, please.” 

“My big guy… I love you.”

His tears fell freely. You’d seen him cry before, mostly during holomovies and you would wipe them away while he wiped away yours. So you tried. You raised a hand to his face with the last bit of your strength to wipe away his tears.

Wrecker held your hand to his face, wanting it to stay there forever. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

“I can’t stay, I’m sorry.” Your tears slipped out and they fell faster when Wrecker reached to wipe them away. “But you’ll never be alone, just remember that.” 

Echo was by your side instantly. He caressed your cheek, taking shaky breaths to keep the sobs from escaping. He knew that your wound was fatal. Nothing could help you, not in the middle of a battle. Still, he wanted to have hope.

“In a different life,” you started, “I wonder if we would have gotten married.” 

Echo nodded. “Of course… and we would have a family. Two kids, one boy and one girl, just like you want.”

You smiled, that dream seeming so far now. “I love you.” Echo bit his tongue. He wanted to say it back. “Take a piece of my heart,” you coated your hand in the light brown clay beneath you and touched his chest plate, “and make it all your own. You’ll never be alone.” 

He set his rifle down and stared at you. He had no emotion, but if you looked into his eyes you could find everything written in bold. Anguish, fear, resentment, love, hope. Crosshair rolled his toothpick anxiously. Before you, he was so calm with death, he even made friends with it. Now? His friend had betrayed him. 

“Cross…”

You didn’t even get to say anything next before he had pulled you into his arms. You were the physically affectionate one between the two of you, so he knew.

“It’s too soon to leave.” 

“I know…” your arms found the strength to hold onto him. “Just let me hold you for a little longer.”

You could feel the tremble of his sadness against you, and only when you felt a cold wet droplet on your neck did you realize he was crying. You’ve never seen this man cry and that’s how he wanted it to stay.

“I love you.” 

“YN…” 

“You’ll never be alone.”

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When the battle ended in victory, the Batch transported your body back to Kamino. They requested a small service for you and when it was approved, it was just the five of them.

Buried on Coruscant, your name was commemorated. When your casket was buried and the grave was filled up, the men stayed a few moments longer. The man you loved had his eyes glued to the dirt which covered you. You were gone. Nothing more to it. So why was it so effing hard to move? To leave your burial? To return to battle? To continue living?

His back straightened when a freezing chill graced him. He looked at his brothers to see if they felt it, too. It had to have been you. He felt it in his soul. You were right. He was never alone, even if you two are apart.

You may be far, but never gone.

word count: 1,365.

p.s. IT'S AFTER VALENTINE'S DAY, TIME FOR ANGST! I WAS NICE YESTERDAY, NOT TODAY! I'm sorry if you cried, just know I cried while writing this. Never Be Alone by Shawn Mendez inspired this, give it a listen. PSA this is not for the 50 followers celebration.

beta read by: @beating-a-dead-plot

tag list: @dangraccoon (please let me know if you want to be on this list! comment or send me an ask).

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might i request f! jedi reader comforting tech after her death as a force ghost as he mourns her?

i saw the rule of 'no major character death' and im not sure if this falls under it, so if it does, sorry! love your stuff

Death Is Just A Word*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Tech X Jedi!FemaleReader

word count: 1.4k

prompts: none

When everything gets too much for Tech, he finds himself entering a forest to relive his stress and emotions. He just didn’t know that his fallen Jedi will be there to meet him.

Warnings: death warning, heavy angst, comfort, reader is a Jedi who has died via sacrifice, mourning, can be a platonic or romantic relationship, Tech fears failure and is emotional, can also be read as gender neutral.

The Marauder was a mess of tension. Failed mission after failed mission, constant arguments over strategy, and a void in the team’s dynamic that no one could ignore. Every time they fell short, Tech felt the sting deeper than he ever let on. The others thought his frustrations were just his usual pursuit of perfection. They didn’t realise it was the gnawing guilt beneath the surface; a guilt that whispered it was his fault you were gone.

You had sacrificed yourself for them a month ago, throwing yourself into the path of certain death to save them all, especially him. Tech had replayed that moment a thousand times. Each calculation, every step, and the single flaw in his plan that led to your choice. No matter how much he tried to logically categorise his grief, he couldn’t find a solution that brought him any peace.

Now, every corner of the Marauder reminded him of your absence. Your datapad still lay in the corner of the cockpit, untouched since that day. No one had dared to move it. It was absurd, really. Tech wasn’t one to let sentimentality interfere with logic, but there it was: an irrational need to leave your things as they were, as if by doing so, he could somehow preserve a piece of you.

One night, it all became too much. After yet another mission gone wrong, with tempers flaring and his mind buzzing with thoughts he couldn’t stop, Tech couldn’t stay aboard the ship. The tightening in his chest, the erratic pounding of his heart—these feelings were new and unnerving. He was usually so controlled, his emotions filed away in neatly ordered compartments, but now they were spilling over in ways he couldn’t manage.

“I need a break,” he muttered, barely audible to the others. He didn’t wait for a response before heading down the ramp and disappearing into the darkness of the nearby forest.

The cool night air felt suffocating as he stumbled deeper into the woods, branches snagging at and clawing at his battered armour. Tech’s mind raced familiar patterns of calculations and probabilities that were now distorted by flashes of grief, anger, and regret. His breath hitched, the sharp ache in his chest refusing to go away. The weight of it drove him to his knees, collapsing against a tree as he buried his face in his hands.

“Why can’t I just… process this?” he whispered to himself, voice trembling with frustration. He was supposed to be the logical one, the one who could solve anything. But how could he solve the emptiness left by someone who wasn’t supposed to be gone?

The forest was silent, save for the rustling of leaves in the wind. And then, something else.

“Tech.”

His head shot up at the sound of your voice. No, it wasn’t possible. He was hallucinating, his mind frayed by exhaustion and grief. But then he heard it again, softer, more familiar.

“Tech, darling. Look at me.”

Tentatively, he lifted his gaze. There, just a few steps away, was your figure, glowing faintly in the moonlight. You looked as you always had—serene, your eyes filled with the quiet understanding that had once brought him comfort. But there was something ethereal, otherworldly about you now, your form shimmering like mist.

He blinked hard, certain he was imagining things. “This this is not real,” he muttered, his voice laced with desperation. “You can not be here.”

“Maybe not in the way you’re used to,” you replied, that familiar teasing lilt in your tone as you fold your arms over your chest. “But I’m still here.”

Tech took a step closer, bewildered. “I was under the impression that only Force-sensitive beings could perceive Force ghosts.”

You simply smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Makes you wonder, doesn’t it?”

He stared at you, his mind racing even more, trying to find the answer that fit the parameters of what he understood. But there was no logical explanation, no way to rationalise why he, a mere ‘defective’ Clone, could see you. He was about to press further when the weight of his unresolved emotions crashed over him again, overriding his curiosity.

The confusion morphed into anger as he shook his head. “You sacrificed yourself. You… you did not have to do that. You could have stayed. I would have found another way.” His voice cracked on the last words, frustration and grief intertwining in his chest.

You laughed softly, the sound light despite the tension in the air. “Oh, you’re upset with me? That’s rich. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful?” He stared at you incredulously, his logical mind struggling to keep up with the emotions crashing over him as you teased him. “Do you think I wanted you to throw your life away? We needed you—I needed you!”

Your gaze softened, and you took a step closer, though the distance between you still felt insurmountable. “I made my choice because I care about you all. Because I care about you. It’s what a Jedi does. I am to protect those I care about, even if it means sacrificing something precious.”

Tech clenched his fists, struggling with the reality of seeing you again, with the overwhelming mixture of relief, anger, and loss. “I really miss you,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath. “I keep trying to carry on like I always do, but nothing feels right without you. I can not focus. I can not summarise reasons as to why the missions have been failing. I can’t-.”

“Not everything can be calculated, Tech. Sometimes, you have to trust what you feel.”

You reached out, your hand hovering just above his chest, over his heart. “I’m still here, Tech. Not in the way you want, I know. But as long as you carry me with you, I’ll always be a part of you.” Your gaze was steady as you met his eyes. “It’s okay to miss me. It’s okay to grieve. But don’t forget that I believed in you—just as you are. You don’t have to solve everything.”

A single tear slipped down his cheek, and for once, he didn’t hide it. “You always had a way of getting under my skin, making me feel things I didn’t think I could,” he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. “I never got the chance to tell you what you meant to me.”

Your smile turned wistful. “I already knew, Tech. I always knew.”

He swallowed hard, his gaze turning pleading. “I know it is no longer physically possible, but I wish I could hug you. I never got to when you were alive.”

The pain in your eyes mirrored his as you shook your head slowly. “I wish you could, too. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to feel me.” You looked down at your hand, as if willing it to bridge the gap between you. “This is as close as we can get now.”

Tech’s shoulders sagged with the weight of that truth. He wanted so badly to reach out, to feel the warmth of your presence again, but all he could do was hold onto the memory. “I don’t know how to do this without you,” he admitted, his voice subtly breaking.

“You’re stronger than you think,” you said softly. “Trust in yourself, just like I trusted you all these years. And when it feels too heavy, remember that I’m still right here, where it matters most.” Your hand, still hovering near his chest, flickered slightly, as if you were fading.

He nodded slowly, unable to find the words as he watched your form begin to dim. “I will try.”

Your figure shimmered in the moonlight, a final, lingering smile gracing your lips. “Goodbye, Tech. Until we meet again.”

And just like that, you were gone, leaving him alone in the darkness of the forest, the echoes of your words lingering in the stillness. But for the first time in weeks, the silence wasn’t as unbearable. There was a small comfort in knowing that you were still with him, in some way, in the space that mattered most.

As he stood there under the canopy of stars, Tech wiped away the tear that had escaped, a quiet resolve settling in his chest. He wasn’t alone. You had made sure of that, even in death.

And somehow, he found the strength to take a deep breath and walk back toward the Marauder, where the others were waiting. For the first time since losing you, he allowed himself to believe that he can move forward.

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