#this took forever and i know i missed a lot cos i got all these from an article in 2018 ssbddsfdbdk

[kaysungshine]

Redamancy ['red-a-man-sE] noun ;a love returned in full

Part II out now!

{ Pairing } - idol!bangchan x staff!afab.reader (with a hint of bestfriend!jisung?)

{ Genre } - NSFW, the trifecta (s/a/f), frenimies to friends to lovers? idk but we'll get there in the end

{ Synopsis } - Han Jisung is your new bestie & technical colleague, of course you befriended the rest of his members. Group nights became a tradition, & tonight involves liquor and drinking games for the first time. Truth or drink?

{ WC } - 6.7k

{ Warnings & tags } - 18+ MDNI, NSFW, smut, angst, fluff, drinking, breath play (choking), swearing, dry humping, use of 'babygirl', mention of wet dream, talk of edging, talk of domming, talk of choking, talk of exhibitionism, all of ot8 is suggestive af when they drink, reader and jisung are PLATONIC I promise they're just touchy, they're all giggly drunks so overuse of laughing chuckling and giggling, chan is kinda dumb in this he just... is in denial land but we'll find out more about that later, unrealistic work scenarios, unrealistic dorm setup? idk lol

{ Disclaimer } - This work is in no way associated with the actual skz, and is a fictional piece. I DO NOT own Stray Kids, this fic is just influenced by them!

{ A/N } - Okay I know I took forever to post & this intro is hella long & I'm sorry! Once again, I will say this is my first skz fic. I come from the world of AO3 & dramione. I am out of my comfort zone lol. First time posting stories on tumblr too! So if I missed anything please let me know <3 there will be a part 2, I've already started writing it! The plot is weak af, but gimme a few more stories and I'll find my groove. Promise! Unbeta'd, be gentle with me ♡

It was supposed to be a relatively chill Saturday night, so you were excited. You just got off work, and had arrived at Jisung's. He swung the door open smiling and pulled you inside, into an immediate hug. Everyone said their greetings, and then Jisung went immediately to whining.

"Finally, what kept you so late?"

You took your shoes, mask, sunglasses, and hat off, letting your curls fall down your back. Then you unzipped your sweatshirt, shrugging it off your shoulders and exposing your fitted white tee. You gave your jacket and bag to Ji so he could put them away. You always arrived in 'disguise', in baggy clothing so that no one suspected anything. Though you thought it was ridiculous. It doesn't matter how baggy the sweat pants or hoodie is, there's no hiding the curve of your ass.

You were a content editor at JYPE, and had become really good friends with Han Jisung. Friendships between idols and staff certainly aren't forbidden, in fact they're encouraged to an extent... as long as no lines are crossed. But it's pretty much an ignored rule. Anyways, you were a small 'behind-the-scenes' employee, not a manager or assistant or makeup artist. Not anyone directly involved with any idols. No one off the street knew who you were. Still, over the last almost year or so, you and him became besties. You frequently shared meals together at work, had sleepovers, you even went camping. You were basically glued to each other. It could easily be taken the wrong way by the media and fans. Hell, it gets taken the wrong way by co-workers, other idols, and even his group members. Although they've mostly accepted that's not the case. It's a given with the way you two act though.

Your relationship is definitely platonic, confirming pretty early on that neither of you felt anything more than friendly love for each other. But you both love teasing the other suggestively. You suppose that's partly why you two got so close so quickly. Your personalities are so similar, it's like you share the same singular brain cell sometimes.

"Editing, per usual." You finally reply with a sigh, "We had to cut A LOT out of nexz's new video. They're so high energy, they slip up a lot, especially with the swearing, but nothing we can't handle."

"Gotta love kids." Chan snorts while sipping a beer.

You smile awkwardly in response and look around the room. Everyone is here, all with their preferred beverages, and chatting away or scrolling.

Ji comes back with a drink for you, he knows you're partial to tequila and always keeps it on deck. Normally, you spend every weekend you can together, which sometimes is not as often as either of you would like. Sometimes you'd both head back to your place, and just have all nighters, binge watching anime and gorging yourselves on junk food. More recently, like tonight, you get invited over to hang with him and the rest of the boys.

It usually results in a few drinks and a movie, or talk about work. Sometimes you just play music and talk and vibe, or try to cook food together when you get the munchies... Which more than likely results in Minho taking over because he just can't help himself. However the nights play out, they're always fun, and you're gradually getting closer to the rest of the members too. Although no one can compare to the bond you have with your Jiji.

"I don't wanna watch a movie tonight, my eyes hurt too much." He starts complaining.

"Poor baby." You tease and run your fingers through his hair, laughing.

"When are you two just going to come out with the fact that you're in love?" Seungmin asks.

You roll your eyes, "When dwaekki's fly."

"I can easily make that happen." Changbin laughs.

"We could play a game?" Felix suggests, already looking flushed from the alcohol.

Jeongin gets excited, "Let's do a drinking game! It's been a while."

"I don't believe I've ever played a drinking game with y'all."

Hyunjin hums, "Mm, you haven't. Mostly because we get crazy, we've never brought up the idea."

This piqued your interest, "More crazy than I've already seen? I don't think that's possible."

Minho chimes in this time, "You forget we're a group of men sometimes, I swear. Mix alcohol and suggestive games, it definitely gets 'crazier' than you've seen, inappropriately crazy."

You level him with a smirk, "I'm down."

"That's my y/n!" Ji says, while pulling you to sit in his lap, "Fearless."

You giggle and lean into him while Minho just narrows his eyes at you and purses his lips. Something tells you he's up to something, but you're ready for any challenge.

"Fine. Then we'll play something easy, truth or drink. If someone refuses to answer, they drink. Whoever finishes their drink first loses." Minho says.

"What does the loser have to do?" You ask.

"Pay for everyone's lunch every day for a month!" Changbin says.

"Deal." You say. 

You're an open book, Ji knows this. There's no question you won't answer.

Everyone is up now, getting new drinks & refills before the game starts. You can't help but notice that Chan didn't get up, he looks a little nervous for some reason. He was always the most worried about you being around so much. In the beginning it definitely came across like he didn't like you. Now you know that's not the case... you think. He tolerates you now to say the least. You couldn't blame him too much, he was just protective of his boys. You actually found it incredibly sweet, or maybe it's just that stupid soft spot you have for him.

He always tried to keep you at arms length from the group. Not wanting anyone to get too close to you. Until Jisung put him in his place, as best he could anyways.

You were in Ji's lap, watching Spirited Away. He was drawing imaginary lines and shapes on your back, while you rested your head on his shoulder, facing the tv. His head was resting on top of yours as well, and a blanket covered you both.

Chan walked in seeing this, and nearly had a stroke. He said we were being inappropriate. And specifically made it a point to tell you to be more professional as a member of the staff. Short version: know your fucking place, you're overstepping. 

You scoffed at him, prepared to confront him about his growing disdain towards you. Let him know he's the one being inappropriate, downright childish. But Ji nudged you onto the couch and got to him first.

It was kind of cute watching him standing there, ears becoming red and getting in Chan's face. Cute in the way that it was like a maltese puppy trying to stand up to a doberman. Then he proceeded to yell at him about how he was way out of line. Saying he was being flat out disrespectful and that he was done with the ridiculous way he has been acting about you. The last thing he said was that he didn't know what got into him, and that he'd never seen this side of Chan before. 

Chan was silent, looking intensely into Jisungs eyes. But he never backed down, so Chan poked his tongue to his cheek, then retreated to his room for the whole night. You had to scoop Ji off the floor right afterwards. He had let his knees buckle, and fell to the floor once Chan was gone. Citing that he wasn't sure he was going to live through the night to see the morning sun. Typical dramatic fashion for your best friend. But you soothed him, fluffing up his ego about 'defending your honor'. His words, not yours.

As that night went on though, the tiniest bit of worry coursed through you. Chan hadn't come back out. Not even when the other members came home, trying to knock on his door to greet him. Or when the food was ready to be served, you had even given knocking a try. Only after Hyunjin begged you to, because 'He already doesn't take care of himself. He needs to eat.' No, you didn't see him again that night until you had already walked out the front door. He slipped out behind you shortly after, grabbing you by the wrist and stopping you. 

You thought he was going to continue the argument for a moment, but no, he was apologizing. Not much more was said afterwards, but his apology was genuine and heartfelt, so you accepted it. You two ended up hugging it out, and thank goodness no one saw that, because it was incredibly cringeworthy. He had no more major issues after that. But he was still unexplainably awkward around you, but it's not like you were any better. You two simply didn't know how to interact with each other for longer than 30 seconds. And that was pushing it. You suspected that might not ever go away. He likes to keep his walls high and strong, and you're stubborn at times.

But of course,  despite that stubbornness. You developed some sort of feelings towards him. Feelings you refused to acknowledge, well tried to refuse. You would push those feelings down deep within your heart, put them in a little box, and tape it shut trying to forget it's there. There was no need to pine over the man, he had stay to do that for him, and who knows who else in his life. Somehow that box always ended up ripped open again.

There was never a reason to act on these feelings. Not to mention, you think you'd be breaking SO MANY rules. Putting your job, his job, hell everyone's job at risk. Or worse, making a fool of yourself when he would downright reject you.

You keep watching him, now he's shaking his leg up and down, seeming agitated. Maybe he just doesn't want everyone getting into a vulnerable state of mind while playing? Maybe he's worried somebody will say or do something wrong? That someone will cross a line, as he loves to say?

Trying to ease his negative feelings, and extend yet another olive branch. You toss a throw pillow at him, hitting him in the chest and pulling him out of his thoughts.

He looks at you, eyebrows wrinkled in confusion, and you just chuckle nervously at him saying, "Don't worry, it's like Vegas. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

"God how fuckin' corny was that?" Ji teases you, poking your side making you giggle more.

To your relief, Chan is laughing with you, and shaking his head, "I just want them to behave."

"Oh relax, we're all grown. We're all friends. So we'll get to know each other more intimately, big whoop." You shrug.

"Mmm..." He replied, before raising his voice so everyone could hear him, "Whatever is spoken about tonight, doesn't leave this room."

"I swear you're the one with anxiety sometimes, not me." Ji mumbles.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... dad." Hyunjin says as he sits next to you and Ji.

"As if that announcement even had to be made, I swear, and you wonder why we call you old." Seungmin comments.

Once everyone is settled in with their drinks, Minho directs Chan to start the game.

"Jisung, when was the last time you cried?"

He laughed, "You're trying to embarrass me because you know it was this morning, but I am confident and secure in the fact that I am a sensitive man."

He said the last bit with his hand over his heart, and his eyes closed, effectively making everyone chuckle.

"My poor baby, why were you crying?" You question teasingly.

"Please don't bring it up, he'll start blubbering all over again. Stupid, sad, dog rescue videos." Seungmin mumbles.

"Minho!" Ji shouts, pointing at him dramatically, "This question is for you. If you had to kiss someone in this room on the cheek, who would it be?"

"Hyunjin." He said bluntly, making you and everyone else laugh while Hyune just rolled his eyes.

"Would you kiss me back?" He asked him, eyes full of hope and bottom lip jutted out and pouting, trying to act cute. And succeeding, honestly.

Hyunjin acted like he was pondering the question, but ultimately was the first to take a sip from his glass, "I decline to answer."

He looked to you next, a suggestive smirk on his face, making you the next victim, "Y/niiieee..."

"Oi, be respectful." Chan scolds immediately, not liking the look at all.

"All I was going to do was repeat the question!" He said defensively, "Y/n, if you had to choose, who would you kiss on the cheek?"

You tried hard to keep your eyes from trailing over to Chan, a tingly feeling spreading across your skin at the mere thought of innocently kissing his cheek. Instead you chose the easy answer, because it wasn't a lie. You'd also kiss your best friend on the cheek any time.

"My Jiji of course," And you took his face in one hand, squeezing his cheeks between your middle finger and thumb, and plant a loud smooch on each of them, "he probably only asked because he wanted one anyways."

He just chuckles, letting you baby him and Seungmin fake gags.

"Minnieee..." You pause trying to come up with a question, "when you dye your hair next, what color would you want?"

"Green, my entire head green."

"That would look interesting." You laugh.

You all go 'round in circles for a few rounds, completely forgetting about the rules of the game. Having now finished your glasses from casually sipping throughout the game, most of you have switched to occasional shots. You're starting to feel warm and tipsy. Of course the more you all drank, the more the questions started to get more... amorous. Which is exactly how you all assumed this game would go. No wonder Chan was so anxious.

However looking over to him now, he's definitely having a good time. Like every other person, he loosens up while drinking, but tonight he seems even more so.

"Y/n," Chan starts with a sly look making your skin buzz again. Among all of you, he is 100% the most inebriated right now, "when was your first kiss?"

"Yah! He tells us to be respectful, but look how he is after a few drinks!" Changbin yells laughing.

Chan loses it, "You're right Binnie, you don't have to answer or drink." He says in between fits of squeaky laughter. 

You think you could listen to him laugh all day.

You shake your head and snort, "I've answered worse questions playing this game before. I was 13 when I had my first kiss."

Hyunjin nearly spits his drink out, because again, no one is drinking just as punishment anymore, "13?!"

"Well, yeah, it's a pretty normal age in America... I think..." you started to blush, "why, how old were you?" you ask Hyunjin.

He hesitates, but eventually he spoke, "I was 18."

The rest chime in saying they were also 18 or 19. With the exception of Felix who said he was 16.

Without even thinking you start to say, "Aaah, see I was 18 when I-" and you're abruptly stopped with Ji's hand slapping over your mouth.

Your eyes go wide, caught off guard, but understanding as you almost blurted out unnecessary information. Nothing that Ji hadn't known obviously, it's just that everyone else doesn't really know you on that level. 

"Jagi, you only had to answer the one question, adding extra info, that's not how you play the gaaaaame." He says in a sing-song voice, "Hyunjin it's your turn to ask someone."

"No no no no! What was she going to say?" Chan chuckles.

When you looked at him, he winked at you, and you had to stop yourself from going limp in Ji's arms. He knew damn well what you were going to say. Why is he teasing, no torturing you like this?

You peel Ji's hand off your mouth to respond "It's not your turn, you'll have to wait to ask me that."

The group starts laughing and shouting, teasing Chan who is ignoring it all, just staring at you with curious eyes and his tongue in his cheek. Does he know how hot he looks doing that?

"Okay, so then I'll ask you. What were you going to say?" Hyunjin asks calmly, trying to fight the smile off his face.

You pour yet another shot, and knock it back thinking, what the hell, "I was going to say I was 18 when I first hooked up with a man."

Some members looked surprised, the game taking an obvious turn. However Hyunjin, Felix, and Chan started laughing again.

"I knew that's what you were going to say." Felix slurred. 

"Yeah I was definitely teasing you on that, because I knew." Chan followed.

"Mmm, well judging from the shocked faces of everyone else, you two seem to be the only psychics." You try to joke, wanting the attention off of you suddenly.

"No, don't get us wrong, not all of us are as innocent as you think." Seungmin says defensively.

"Oh really now?" You respond, one brow quirking up.

Seungmin just turned red, and sat back in his seat. To which Chan started laughing, yet again. He's a giggly drunk, and you love it.

"Don't tease my puppy, babe." Ji slurred, trying to reach his arm to console Seungmin, but ultimately failing.

"I mean I was 18 too, with the same girl I first kissed." Hyunjin shrugged.

"But what do you mean 'to a man'?" Jeongin asked with a shit eating grin on his face. 

You promptly turned into a tomato, and started choking on air.

"You're not that slow pabo, obviously it means she's been with women too." Ji says, rather loudly and speaking freely, all while patting your back.

You're quiet. It's not like it's a secret, you've never hidden your sexuality. But it never came up in conversation with anyone here, except Jisung.

Wanting to ease the tone, Felix speaks up, "Well I was 18 when I first hooked up with a dude."

"I was 21, but everyone already knows that story." Ji slurred.

The whole conversation triggers another group laughing fit. Except for Chan, who is looking at you with those dark eyes again. And... is he blushing? Or is that the alcohol? He eventually snaps out of whatever daze he was in, and slowly smiles at you reassuringly.

You mentally kick yourself for getting your hopes up, of course he couldn't ever think of you like that. You're imagining things.

"But then, how old were you when you first hooked up with a girl?" Jeongin asked again, genuinely curious.

"A lot younger than 18..." You trailed off laughing, "I'll just say in high school."

"The air is different outside of Korea." Changbin says suddenly, sounding thoughtful.

Hyunjin nearly collapsed laughing, slapping Minho on the knee repeatedly, despite the glare he was shooting him.

"Well I just answered a bunch of questions in a row so that means I get to ask two people a question. And the second person I ask gets the next turn." You say, making up new rules. 

"So... Chan." He looks at you with his eyebrows raised and you just smirk, knowing you're trying to get back at him, "How old were YOU when you lost your virginity?"

He gulps and looks around at the group before answering, "I... was 18."

"Chan-hyung, you never answered us when we would ask you! Why answer her?" Jisung whines.

"I honestly don't know, maybe it's the liquor. None of you ever asked me drunk." He starts giggling.

"Okay so question 2... Binnie!" He gulps and looks at you with wide eyes, "Are you more of a boob guy?" You say grabbing your own, not even really thinking about it, "Or an ass guy?"

Changbin started laughing and answered, "Definitely ass, but I appreciate boobs too, equality."

"I am just learning so much about my fellow members lately." Seungmin whispers.

"Is that a bad thing?" You giggle.

"Not at all, it feels strangely comforting, letting loose like this." He replies and smiles softly at me, "It's been a while."

"It's freeing!" Jeongin yells abruptly, throwing his hands in the air.

"Aye, my question is for you then Min. Have you ever had a wet dream?" Changbin asks.

"... what guy hasn't? Don't all guys get them?" He asks looking around.

Then you chime in again frankly, "Girls can get them too you know."

Why does it feel like you've opened pandora's box on your sex life, in every single aspect?

Ji starts laughing, nodding his head vigorously and you know where this is about to go.

"Really now?" Felix says, mimicking your exact tone from earlier, "What was it about?"

"Mmmm... it's not your turn to ask," Then you turn to Seungmin, "And if you ask me, I will absolutely drink and not answer. No way I'm explaining a sex dream right now."

Seungmin just rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh.

"But I wanna knooooooow," Jisung whines, "You looked so cute having one last weekend, you never told me what it was about."

Everyone was watching you two closely now, waiting to hear how he knew what you looked like in that situation.

You turned around and smacked his arm, "We weren't going to mention that ever again! Remember?!" You attempt to be angry, but you can't help it and end up smiling.

"Okay, well now I'm curious since you two are bringing this up." Minho says with a glint in his eye.

"Y/n may or may not have had one when I slept over, and I woke up to her moaning and hump--"

This time it was your turn to slap a hand over his mouth, "Jiji, Sungie, my love, my sweet sweet SWEET best friend. I don't want to kill you, but I will." You say in a dulcet tone.

He raised his hands, eyes wide and nodded his head. You couldn't help but laugh, apparently you're a giggly drunk too.

Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw Chan adjusting himself in his pants. But then you reminded yourself that it was just wishful thinking and an alcohol induced hallucination. Horny hallucination. God you needed to get over him and under someone else. This unrequited shit wasn't for you.

"I'm so never going to drop this you know, I wanna know what the hell happened." Minho smirked at you, to which you flipped him off jokingly.

It's Seungmin's turn next, and he's just staring at Jeongin with a blank face, "Have you ever had a one night stand?"

He pauses for a moment and then finally answers, "No, I haven't."

He looked at you now, asking his question, "You know what I have to ask now, right?"

"Go ahead." You challenge, fully prepared to choke down another shot and not answer his question, and he smiles.

"What's one of your kinks?"

You were unprepared for that question. And how could you know he would ask that, these men like to fuck around with your head.

"Relax, I just wanted to see your reaction." He says before chuckling.

You glared at him for a moment, halfheartedly. They think they can just retract questions when they get scared that they went too far. Screw that, you're answering.

"I guess the most simple one I have is edging." You shrug.

"The most simple one?!" Hyunjin asked.

"What are you a masochist? Edging is the worst, feels like torture to me." Ji says.

"But the build up is so delicious, and the end result is so worth it. It's so intense." Felix chimes in, "Choking too, that can be intense." 

"Hm, breath play might actually be my favorite." You admit.

"Damn y/n." Ji says, eyeing you with a smile, "You're full of surprises, even to this day." 

You shrug again, "Everyone has different kinks... What's one of yours?" You ask him.

He ponders for a moment, "I like being dommed sometimes."

"Big surprise." Minho says and you all laugh.

"Good one though," You nod, "That's one of mine too."

"I think I'm an exhibitionist, to an extent of course." Hyunjin says next.

"That's also not a surprise." Minho replies.

You can't help but let your eyes wander over to Chan again, while everyone else is sharing different things they're into in bed. The liquor has everyone speaking loosely. But Chan doesn't seem to care about it anymore.

You find him staring right back at you, that same look in his eyes from earlier, and you feel heat spread in your stomach, and wetness starts to pool in your panties. Maybe you weren't imagining things.

But you don't notice that Ji's observing both of you in his drunken haze. Not too faded to ignore you and Chan eye-fucking each other.

Your heart starts racing the longer you hold eye contact, and you start shifting uncomfortably on his lap, before looking away and deciding to get up.

"Alright... I need some bread to soak up this alcohol, and then I need to get home because it's already 2 in the morning." You say with a shaky breath.

"Yeah, I'm wasted right now," Jeongin says and stands, "Bed's a good idea. Goodnight everyone." And he leaves to his room.

Ji grabs your wrist, preventing you from moving, "You're not going anywhere. We're all drunk, you can't drive and no one can bring you back home."

"Fiiiiiiine," You say, "but I still want bread."

"You and your bread fixation whenever you drink." Minho mumbles, heading to the kitchen anyways to grab you some.

When he comes back he hands it to you and you start munching away happily, doing a little dance.

Meanwhile, Felix is trying to tug Chan's arms to make him stand up, but he's fighting him on it and whining. Clearly he exceeded his limit tonight drinking. He probably won't even remember the looks he was giving you, you think.

"I don't wanna go to bed." Chan whines.

Felix finally succeeds in pulling him up, "C'mon mate, you definitely need to sleep this off. You'll be miserable tomorrow. Let's get you some water too, hmm?"

Chan reluctantly holds his arm, and follows him down the hall, stumbling over his own two feet along the way. You can't help but laugh at the sight.

More of the boys say goodnight and head off to their rooms, but Ji and Minho stay with you in the living room, chatting a little longer before bed.

Ji starts going through his bags, determined that you left some pajamas here from when you slept over previously, and he kept them in a bag to give back to you. He pulls out the nightie, that you honestly forgot you brought here. But you see why you didn't ever wear it at the time. It's dark green, spaghetti straps and has lace along the bust line. It also has slits on each side of your thigh, and only covers you to the middle of your thighs. Your go to sleepware was always nighties or large tees, they're comfortable and sometimes you get hot at night. Mix in the fact that you were drinking tonight? You're already feeling overheated. But wearing this?

"Jiiiiiii, don't you have any t-shirts I can wear?" You whine.

He's already under the covers, fighting sleep, "Sorry babe... haven't done laundry... Nothing clean..."

You whine again before taking it and heading across the hall into one of the bathrooms. It was this or sleep in your sweats, and that idea sounded entirely too suffocating to you.

You slip the nightie on and brush your teeth with your designated toothbrush you had there. Jisungs idea, after you had too much tequila one night and he diligently held your hair back as you got sick.

You sigh as you're leaving, and make your way towards Ji's room. Before you reach the door though, Chan walks out of his room. He's in a black tank top, and red boxer briefs... your eyes immediately trail down and go wide. His outline clear as day. But you change your view quickly, hopefully before he notices.

It doesn't help though, now all you're doing is eyeing his arms, the muscles cut throughout them. The veins that trail all the way down to his hands. God, his hands... What wouldn't you let those hands do to you...

He scratches the back of his head, and the movement snaps you out of your gaze. You find him staring back at you for a second before answering, "Sorry, I'll just..."

You start to shake your head, "No, no. No reason to apologize." You chuckle and start shifting on your feet. You feel the skirt of your nightie swaying with you. It opened the slit wider, and Chan immediately looked down at your exposed thigh. He inhaled quietly, sucking in air through his nose.

Any other day, you'd be scrambling to cover yourself. Feeling insecure and too bare. You don't know if it was the liquor in you, but tonight? Being on display? It turned you on.

You clenched your thighs together, almost involuntarily, and Chan didn't miss that.

Time seemed to be moving too slow. He stepped towards you, nearly closing the gap between you. He's only inches away, and looking down on you. His eyes have that dark, smoldery look again. He raised his hand and brushed the curls off your face and behind your ear. When he rests his palm against your cheek, your eyes flutter shut and you lean into his touch. It's so warm, and comforting. As if it was always meant for you.

When you open your eyes, you can clearly see the lust in his is only growing. He's not holding it back anymore, biting his lip as he stares at you. You almost whimper in anticipation.

"This is your opportunity to walk away if you're not okay with me kissing you." He says lowly.

You closed your eyes, and his lips met yours. The first few seconds were sweet and soft. Almost too innocent for the heat of the moment, but then he deepened it. He was pulling you by the waist into him, running his hands down and resting them on your ass. You could easily feel how hard he was for you, even through the thin fabrics. This time you let the whimper out, and he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. When you tried to do the same, he didn't give you the chance. Instead he slipped his tongue in. It was like he was lost in desire, and greedy for more. You couldn't help it when your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

He groaned and started backing you into the wall, his lips never leaving yours. He grabbed your thighs in each hand, and hoisted you up, slotting himself between them. Your legs naturally wrapped around him, and he started rocking his length against you. His pace was achingly slow, but still delicious.

You moaned and slipped a hand up to the nape of his neck, grabbing a fistful of hair. He breaks the kiss and throws his head back with his eyes closed. He half hisses, half groans, and you can't help but rock your hips against him harder, hoping to hear more. He grips your thigh tighter, and leans down to press a quick kiss to your neck, before licking and sucking on it. He's meeting each roll of your hips with rough thrusts. And even clothed, you feel how perfectly he's rubbing your clit.

Your head is so clouded with need. Need to be touched. Need to touch him. Need to feel him inside of you. You don't even think twice when he glides his hand up your stomach, and over your breasts. He gives one a light squeeze before moving up to wrap his fingers around your neck, and your brain loses all sense for a moment.

He's just resting his hand there, but you wish he'd do more. You're not sure if this man knows just how pliant you are for him right now.

Then he brings his lips to your ear and whispers, "Can I touch you?"

His warm breath gives you chills, and you nod your head as best as you can. But that doesn't suffice him, he stops his movements against you and his grip around your throat tightens. You think you could probably get off on it if he tightens his fingers just a bit more, but he doesn't, instead he says, "I'm going to need words, babygirl."

Your hips buck into him, and you breathe out a quiet "Yes. Please..."

With that, he yanks your face closer to his by your neck. He's squeezing ever so slightly tighter around your throat. He bites your lip and you groan. But he's quick to silence you with his tongue.

Letting go, he trailed his hand back down your body and to your core. Slowly he started to rub you through the thin lace. You were so sensitive, that when he found your clit and pressed a circle into it. You couldn't help but breathe out his name. He pushed your panties to the side, and when he felt you for the first time you felt him smile against your lips.

"Babygirl... fuck, you're so wet for me." 

And as he whispered that, he slipped a finger in you. He set a steady pace, dragging against your walls with a curl. Each pump hitting your sweet spot, and the heel of his hand creating delightful friction against your swollen bud. His breathing was heavy in your ear, breaking through all your helpless whimpering. When he added a second finger, you couldn't hold back anymore.

"Chan..." You moaned louder this time, while simultaneously letting your head drop against the wall with a thud.

He pulled his lips off of you, eyes wide when he met yours. He started blinking as if he was coming back to reality. When he looked into your eyes again, he looked startled.

"What's wrong?" You pant, feeling hot and dizzy, wishing he would keep moving his hands.

Instead, he quickly slips his fingers out of you, and sets your feet on the floor. Then he backs away.

"I'm sorry, y/n... I don't know what came over me, that was incredibly inappropriate and out of character." Chan mumbled.

Your heart sinks, as you feel the sting of rejection. Tears threatened to well in your eyes, and you immediately felt the oncoming headache from holding them back. You shouldn't feel so emotional and upset. This was all spur of the moment. But you do, you feel devastated.

Regardless, you clear your throat, "I understand." You force an unsettling chuckle out, when a sob threatens to escape instead.

He puts on a blank face that feels so cold, and responds with "Don't forget to drink some water, stay hydrated... I'll be heading to bed now, you should too."

All you really want to say is don't leave, because you want to finish what was started. Because you've wanted this for so long. Because the box you kept away in the depths of your heart had ripped open once again. And all the languished emotions were here, front and center, aching to bear it all to him. To let him see. Confess. But that would be selfish, he's clearly uncomfortable with it all. He probably regrets it. An alcohol induced affair. In his eyes, a complete mistake. 

So instead you say, "Okay."

Because that's all you can muster before the tears start to fall. You turn away,  going back to facing Ji's door. 

"Goodnight y/n... Sleep well." He says, and puts a tentative hand on your shoulder.

You shrug it off, and escape to Ji's bedroom. To your surprise he's sitting up in bed, and ushering you come to him with his arms open and bottom lip pouted out.

You run to him, a bit dramatically and fall a part in his arms. But you can't help it, you sealed these emotions away for too long. You were too hurt at the moment to even try pushing them back down.

Jisung is your life saver, he's comforting you, rubbing his fingers on your scalp and rocking you back and forth to try and calm you. He gives you time before you have to explain why exactly you're having a melt down.

"Chan's an idiot." He finally says.

And you lean back to look at him, confused on how quickly he's put two and two together.

"Well you weren't exactly quiet. Between your exaggerated moans and his animalistic grunting right outside my door, of course I heard it." He rolled his eyes jokingly and that earned a laugh from you.

You smacked him lightly, "I was lost in the moment... don't judge me."

"Jagi..." He says, and wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, "You've liked him for so much longer than a moment."

Your heart starts pounding faster again. How could he know that. It's the one thing you've kept from him, from everyone, hell you even denied it to yourself for as long as possible. Was it that obvious? Who else knows? You go to speak, fear written across your face.

"No. You were not obvious, in fact you're an amazing actor. I'm sure none of the other members noticed, and definitely no one else at work knew." He answers before you can even get words out.

You nod slowly, "So then, how'd you know?"

He smiled proudly, "I'm a people watcher, I see all."

You smack him again, a little harder this time.

"Alright, alright, but I really did see all the looks you'd give him when no one else was watching... I know what longing looks like, and..." he trailed off.

You knew that wasn't all, "And?"

"Aaaaand... maybe that night you had that wet dream. You were moaning his name while humping the pillow..."

"You never told me that!" You shoved your head into your hands, distraught.

"Well I didn't want to embarrass you! I honestly didn't think you looked at any of us that way until then. Like I said, a good actor. I figured you'd tell me when you were ready to."

You sighed, "I'm sorry. It's just a stupid crush, it'll pass."

"You're grown, you don't have to apologize to anyone for liking someone. But y/n," He cupped your cheek forcing you to look at him again, "this isn't just a simple crush, is it?"

With that question, you felt the tears spilling all over again. He pulled you to lay down with him, holding you tight against him and letting you cry it all out. Somewhere between his low humming, and your quiet weeping, you fell asleep.

When you blink the sleep away from your eyes the next morning, you're still entangled with Ji. He's literally wrapped around you like a koala.

You snort out a laugh and go to check the time on your phone. 7:30 am, entirely too early. You decide to try and fall back asleep, but last night's events rush back to you. Dread fills your chest, and your fight or flight kicks in. You're trying to gently escape Ji's hold, and not hyperventilate. The latter is more difficult but, since that man can sleep through anything, you were able to succeed.

You get changed back into your clothes, and leave a note for him saying that you're leaving and you'll text him when you get home. You can't bear to face Chan, let alone anyone else who might've heard you two last night. So you decide to skip out on the usual coffee and breakfast routine. You all have that tradition after a drunken night, but you know Ji will cover for you with everyone anyways.

You're rushing down the hall, wanting to grab your things and head for the door. Panic is starting to bubble over, and you're haphazardly covering yourself up to be unnoticeable. As you're slipping the mask over your face, a voice stops you.

"Morning... don't you want to stay for breakfast?"

You can't bring yourself to look at Chan, those words only setting the box of emotions in your heart on fire. You know he only means it in the way that it is an unbroken tradition. No matter how sick one of you gets, group breakfast is a must for recuperation. No one has skipped it in the months you've been doing it. We all take care of each other. But the idea makes your mouth bitter, because you wish it was just you two. Alone. Making breakfast the morning after earth shattering sex. And the fact he doesn't mean it in that way in the slightest makes tears prick back into your eyes.

Yes, you know you're being petty. You should stick it through for your friends. Take a page from Chan and act like nothing ever happened. You just can't find it inside you to care, you need to go home and lick your wounds before facing anyone here again. Call it childish, but you didn't care.

You're struggling to find words and just blurt out, "No thanks." And rush out the door, heading to the safety of your car.

You left Chan standing there. Unbeknownst to you, hurting just as much.

Special thank you to @jeonginsleftcheek who encouraged me through finishing this! I had finished it, and then accidentally deleted the entire ending. But in turn, that was a good thing I think... because now there'll be a part 2! If you'd like to be added to a taglist, let me know and I'll start one! Feedback is always cherished, but be gentle pleeeeeeeease ♡

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First and Last With; James Potter

A/N: Hello again! I finally finished that wonderful request, so sorry it took forever. Football (NFL playoffs) and school preparations have kept me preoccupied. Winter break is over and I’m absolutely devastated. For anyone in college, I wish you luck for this Spring Semester. But with that being said, school starting back up means I likely won’t upload as much. So I apologize in advance. Regardless, I hope this makes up for the wait on this request. To the lovely anon and all others, enjoy!

Summary: The one where the Marauders vacation to the Potter’s beach house, and a revealing drinking game ensues...

TW: Descriptions of panic attacks, Sirius is an ass as usual, a lot of mutual pining.

   “Marlene, you have packed half of your house and more, it’s just a week’s vacation.”

“Anything could happen, Sirius. Better to be over prepared than under prepared.”

“I’m just happy James is filthy rich.” Dorcas deadpans, straightening when you and Lilly shoot her a disapproving look. “And so, very generous at the same time.”

“I’m not filthy rich.” James laughs, taking your bags from your grasp and loading them into the trunk for you. Amongst all of your friends belongings, piled high enough to reach the top of the van you’ve rented for the adventure. “We’re just...Comfortable.”

“That’s what all rich people say.” You and Remus look to each other, stunned at your simultaneous blunt confessions. 

“Shush, the lot of you.” Lilly chides, never sparing commonalities. 

“Remind me why we couldn’t just use floo powder? I’m already sweating, and my complexion does not do well in heat.” Sirius fans himself dramatically. James allows you to lift yourself over the mountains of bags with his arm for support in order to reply. 

“When have any of you experienced the adventure of a road trip?” You’re beaming at the thought, James takes your distraction as an opportunity to admire your unusually giddy attitude. Though the real reason you’re so eager to be away from home pulls at his mind, his grin faltering. He pokes your side, grabbing your attention. 

“Miss sunshine gets shotgun, I’ve called it.”

“Prongs, I thought you’d have wanted me to be your passenger princess?”

“Absolutely not, though I’ll miss those luscious locks of yours. I’m driving, so I select my navigator.”

“You’ve been there a million times.” You note, crossing your arms incredulously. James smirks, placing his burgundy and gold quidditch cap atop your head. 

“I’d much rather you keep me company.” He says so only you can hear, unknowing of your flushing when he turns back to Sirius. “Pads, Moons is gonna need a pretty view, it’s fortunate he’ll have you in the middle seat.”

“I’m reading! Reading this entire time, very busy.” Remus teases, pleased with the raven-haired boy’s mock offense. 

You round the corner of the van after checking the trunk for the fourth time, positive you haven’t forgotten any supplies for the trip. James is at the passenger side, holding the door open for you. He’s got a pair of prescription sunglasses on, and looks very different. No less handsome, if anything, the shades accentuate the bravado you’ve always envied. His arms are especially toned after another quidditch season, tanned from the summer sun you’ve missed so dearly. You’re staring. 

“Systems ready, co-pilot?” He beams down at you, pulling his cap over your eyes in teasing. You stick a tongue out at him, pulling his arms away so you can  adjust it right again. 

“I feel silly in this.”

“Nonsense, you look adorable. My clothes suit you.” He defends, so casual you don’t let the words resonate until after he’s shut your door and rounded to the drivers side. 

“Enjoy the passenger seat, princess.” Sirius sneers, pouting despite not holding any true ill-will. 

“Gladly.” 

************

“Are we there yet?” 

“No, Dorcas. Just like we weren’t there ten minutes ago.” James glances at the girl through the rearview, slightly amused with her childish complaints. 

“You know, we could just pull over and-”

“No floo powder!��� You and Lilly shout to Sirius, hoping not to have awoken a sleeping Marlene and Remus. Sirius covers their ears, both of them having dropped their heads on each one of his shoulders some time throughout their slumber. You finish fiddling with the radio when a good song comes on, taking a moment to look at the lot of your friends all corralled in the van. 

“Where’s the camera, James?” 

“On my side door here, I’ll pull over if you want it.” 

“Oh, so you’ll pull over for her.”

“Shut it, Pads.” 

“No need, I can reach it.” You lean over the seat, careful not to block his view of the road as you quickly grab it. James swallows, clears his throat to act natural whilst all of his insides begin to burn. 

“Hot?” Is all you ask, studying his discomposure.

“What?” He starts, voice shaky and strained. Sirius falls into a fit of muffled laughter from the back, leaving you confused. “J-Just a little warm, yeah.” Potter recovers, now well aware you were inquiring about temperature. You turn up the AC, taking the cover off the lens and pointing the camera toward the back. Sirius smiles wide for the camera, handsome features lighted by the early afternoon sun. Marlene and Remus drool along on his shoulders as Lilly beams brightly from the back. Looking positively radiant, as always. Dorcas smiles, but holds up her favorite finger to the lens. You grin,full of adoration for the entire lot of them as you snap a couple photos, ensuring they’re all in the frame. 

James admires in increments from the rearview, blowing a raspberry to the camera when you point it at him. 

“Eyes on the road, Potter.” He shakes his head, running a hand over the steering wheel in a mindless habit as he hears the camera snap. Looking over quickly to smile at the lens. Effortlessly handsome, as usual. 

“We have to take as many pictures as possible this week.” You demand, getting excited all over again for the much needed vacation, spent with all your best friends, no less. 

You roll down your window even more, sticking your head to enjoy the warm, salty air. It smells of the beach, grass, all things green and beautiful. You’re so happy your head spins, giggling to yourself as you catch Lilly doing the same behind you. Meeting her eyes in the side mirror and scrunching your nose when she blows a kiss, an embellished hand pretending to capture it in the air and holding it to your heart. 

James does a double take from his view of the road and then you. Trying to stay focused and not find any distraction in your adorably delighted mood. His brows furrow when you shuffle forward, aiming to get even more of your body out of window the feel the entirety of what this beautiful view has to offer.

“Absolutely not.” He chastises, a finger hooking onto your belt loop and tightening. His eyes are on the road, one hand on the wheel as he tugs you back inside. 

“Lame!” You whine, hitting his arm in distaste. 

“I prefer my friends with their pretty heads in tact, thank you.” 

You settle in your seat, still full of delight but a little more contemplative as you think about what got you here.

“Summer vacation!” Sirius throws himself between you and Remus during lunch. Gathering an assortment of food on his own plate. You’ve barely eaten, stomach turning at the thought of being home for two months. You’re nudged from under the table, meeting James’ gaze, whose eyes avert to your abandoned plate. A subtle request for you to eat. You offer a weak smile, shrugging before your friends go on. 

“Two whole months without exams.” Marlene adds, absolutely pleased with not having to spend another second with her nose in a book. 

“We’ll be seventh years, I can hardly believe it.” You’ve considered Lilly’s words the entirety of this last month of classes, absolutely dreading going home. Hogwarts is more home than your house would ever be, and your friends are the only real family you have. You lose your breath at this, biting at the nail of your thumb and wincing when it draws blood. 

“I’m gonna head to the library,” You announce, blinking hard to fight the room from blurring. “Forgot to turn in my potions textbook.” It’s believable enough for the group to nod along, chorusing their farewells as you head out of the great hall. Heart racing and hands trembling. James takes only a moment, eyes following you the entire time. It’s not his business, but he knows that demeanor. He’s seen all of this before, in the boy he calls his best friend. Sirius Black, who leans forward and shoots James a look. Instantly, the chaser is on his feet, mumbling a feeble excuse and heading out of the hall in search for you. 

“I think he left the curling iron on.”

James searches the corridor wildly, all of the students being in the Great Hall makes the search easy, he can follow the sound of your fleeting footsteps with ease in this sea of silence. He follows your distant frame up a set of stairs, cursing to himself when they shift before he can follow your path. He’s searching for a new route, not wanting to shout to you and scare you even more.

There’s a lot of running, a couple instances of tripping over his own feet, but eventually Potter catches up to you. 

You’re sat in a windowsill beneath an overhang of a hallway above, curled in on yourself. James approaches carefully, trying to control his panting breaths. 

“Fuck, James!” You startle each other, studying the other instantly.

“You’re” the athlete coughs, winded, “so fast.” You smile, but it does little to calm you down, because as he gets closer, the view around him blurs, and everything sounds cloudy, distant. 

“I’m,” you try to form words, too loud because you can’t hear yourself properly. “F-fine.” You try to move, try escaping to prevent embarrassing yourself further. Clutching your chest and swiping at the flood of tears that can’t be ceased. 

“You’re not. You’re having a panic attack.” 

“Happened b-before,” you wheeze, staring at your hands to make sure they’re real “I’m good.” 

“And I’m a humble introvert that loves Slytherin, sit down.” You begin to wheeze, rubbing your hands over your legs to stop them from sweating, ground yourself maybe. “I’m gonna hug you, tight. Is that alright?” You nod, because you’re not entirely sure what he’s just said and it’s easier to comply. 

He encloses you in an embrace, loosening for only a second when you fight it. He’s squeezing again, but it’s not unpleasant. You’re shaking, and your breaths are still rapid. James swallows, terrified and unsure. Because all of this usually helps Sirius but he’s still kind of freaking the fuck out.

“Let’s talk about something.” He suggests, wincing when you hiccup for air in reply. “I know you’ll love this. What’s something about me that annoys you?” You’re aware he’s trying to distract you, and you feel like you’re dying, so you give it a go in the off chance it’ll help.

“You’re im-immature.”

“Good. But you’ve done better than that, love.” 

“You’re reckless. You play quidditch like,” you lick your lips, trying to control your trembling. “Like you’re indestructible.” 

“Attagirl, something else?”

“You’re picky, and...And you’re too stubborn to try new things.” James hums, recalling a time you’d forced him to drink pumpkin juice an he hurled in the lavatory minutes later. He rests his chin on your head, pleased when the added pressure slows your breathing. 

“You’d do anything for your friends, no matter the personal expense. It’s self destructive, p-probably exhausting.”

“Ouch. You really know how to flatter a man, love.” 

“I don’t want to go home.” You whisper, so quiet he’d miss it had he not been surveying your every move. The confession shocks even you, and James, for likely the first time in his life, is devastated to be right about something. 

“I’m not gonna let you. We’re going to figure this out. I’m gonna figure this out, I promise.” 

“You’re doing that thing again.” You note, wiping your nose with the sleeve of your robe. Further comforted in the feel of his chest vibrating against you from laughing.

“And you’re forming full sentences.” He loosens, giving you space to decide whether or not you want to separate.  You don’t, not right away, not when you can feel the strong, stable beating of his heart. 

“What am I gonna do? I can’t stay here over break. Even if Dumbledore allowed it, my family would-” You falter, unable to finish. James holds tight again, nauseated. 

“I promised. And I intend on keeping it, love.”

**********

“Land! Sweet, sweet land.” Sirius cries, throwing himself onto the freshly cut grass. 

“James, it’s stunning.” Lilly shades her eyes to admire the shore house. Standing taller than the others around it. 

“It’s home. Away from home, that is.” James shrugs, and you can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. There’s a faint, deep-rooted envy for the blessings your friends hold. Sirius rolls onto his back to look at you, the only one noticing your hunched shoulders amongst the rest of the group beginning to unload the van. 

“Shall we go inside, lovely? Get dibs on the best rooms while these common folk collect our luggage. He extends his arm for you to take, adjusting the sunglasses adorning his face and ignoring the displeased looks of your friends. Stealing a kiss to your temple as he leads you inside. 

“Moony, sweetheart, do be careful with my things. I’ll show you what bed to place them on.”

“Fuck off, Pads.”

“That’s Sir Padfoot, to you.” 

You and Sirius falter, shocked to see an older woman placing the finishings of a homemade meal on the large kitchen table. The inside is even more impressive than the out, but you don’t have much time to appreciate the decorum. Considering you’re engulfed in an oddly familiar embrace. 

“Welcome, welcome!” She beams, holding Sirius’ face and kissing his cheeks with small pinches. 

“How’s my Siri?”

“Alright, mum. Thanks. James didn’t mention you’d be here. Though it’s a very happy surprise.” He looks at the wrinkled, stunning woman that smells of lavender and tea like she’s hung every star in the sky. It’s then you make the obvious connection this is Mrs. Potter. 

“Oh, he doesn’t know either. I’m only here to make sure you’re all settled in and then I’ll be on my way. We haven’t visited here in a while, I wanted to be sure it looked alright for you all.”

“Hard to imagine it ever looks less than gorgeous,” you say without thinking, “thank you for having us. This is lovely.” 

“And so are you, dear. Sirius, tell me this beautiful young girl is with you?” She strokes your hair, and it’s the most comforting touch you’ve likely ever felt. 

“Only in my dreams, unfortunately. Unless dear y/n would like to make a wish come true?” You laugh, swatting away his puckered lips. 

“Y/n? Oh, I’ve been waiting to meet you! Sweetheart, Jamie talks about you so much in his letters!”

“Let’s get waste-Mum!” James drops the bag in hand, yours. Pulling the handle of liquor behind his back in pure shock. “What are you doing here?” 

“Thought I’d have a warm meal waiting for you kids. You must be starving after that drive. Though I’m so happy you did as opposed to powdering here. Shows some responsibility. And Jamie gets so sick sometimes with the powder and all-”

“Mum!” The taller boy repeats, setting the array of luggage in hand down and hiding the bottle behind it. 

“I’m doting, aren’t I? Remmy!”  She stops herself, rushing over to envelop the taller boy in her arms. He, just as Sirius, is absolutely pleased to see her. She goes down the line of girls, putting faces to names and genuinely loving every second of it. James sighs, no genuine distaste in his nature as he observes.

Sirius throws an arm over your shoulder, cheeky as ever. “Mum was just telling us about your letters home.” 

“You’re just as pretty as he said you were. All you girls are so beautiful!” She goes on, blissfully unaware of her beet-red son. 

“She exaggerates.” James scratches his neck, skin burning with embarrassment. 

“Does she?” Siris pulls you closer, basking in your shared humiliation. 

“This food looks wonderful Mrs. Potter. Thank you so much for thinking of us.” Lilly clasps her hands together, rolling her eyes fondly at James’ indebted glance. 

“Call me Euphemia, please. And yes, you all must be starving. Come, fill those bellies with something warm.” You’re in a state of shock as you sit, unaccustomed to such hospitality and genuine kindness. It’s evident where James gets his big heart, undying selflessness. 

The food is amazing, you all go for seconds with a chorus of shared appreciation and compliments. Euphemia beams as she collects her things, pleased to meet the lot of friends her son cares for so deeply. 

“All the beds have fresh sheets, and there’s extra throw blankets in the linen closet. Jamie, your father says go easy on the fire whisky. He’d ask for no drinking, but we all know that’s a long shot. Don’t break anything, and Remmy, keep everyone in check.” The taller boy nods swiftly, no doubt having heard the orders before. James gets up from his seat, kissing his mothers cheek and enveloping her in a hug. 

“Thank you mum, seriously.” She fixes his hair, wiping invisible smudges from his face in a fit of doting. 

“No problem, I’m glad you were all able to make it here. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like. All of you.” Theres a quick moment where she meets both you and Sirius’ eyes, the two of you nodding with feigned smiles. Quickly, she kisses both Moony and Padfoot’s heads, stopping for only a moment to caress your cheek with her thumb, a faint sadness in her gaze. Everyone else is enveloped in conversation, passing servings across the table as they would at the Great Hall. 

“You’ll keep an eye on my Jamie, won’t you?” She whispers, touch soothing you with an unknown ease. 

“Of course, though I’m not sure he needs it.” You hold her wrist, somehow not minding the affection whatsoever. 

“So he likes to think. He does, really, speak so fondly of you in his letters. You’re even more lovely than he described.” You want to cry, so overwhelmed with her generosity and love, a maternal energy so strong it’s wiped your mind of any anxieties. 

“Alright, mum. Let the poor girl eat.” James guides her toward the fireplace, while his mother pats his arm and says something to him you don’t quite catch. James’ ears burn bright red, and he nudges her gently so she’ll stop looking over at you. The rest of the group turns toward the fireplace, echoing their farewells and gratuity as she waves. Floo powder enveloping the space around her and sending her off. 

“Does that turn your stomach just looking at it, Jamie?” Marlene mocks, the rest of your laughing through bites of food as he flips her off. 

“Fuck off, the lot of you.” 

“We should start cleaning up.” You suggest, taking your own plate and bringing it to the sink. “This way we can unpack before the sun sets.” Lilly follows, taking her and Dorcas’ plate to you as you begin washing. Sirius groans, grabbing a dish towel from one of the drawers and drying the dishes you hand him. 

“Can’t we just charm the sponges to clean these?”

“Dad had them countered so they can’t be charmed. Said it was supposed to teach me some ‘household responsibility.’” Sirius howls, thoroughly amused.

“I’m just curious about these detailed letters back home.” Remus mutters as he carries his plate past James, dodging his swings and rushing toward the group at the sink for safety. 

*****************

After everyone’s settled in, and you’ve all recovered from the ‘who called what room first’ arguments, there’s an obligatory round of shots. A bin begins to pile high with cans, and you’re all sat around a bonfire atop the Potter’s outdoor furniture. Even the furniture for the backyard looks expensive, so you clutch your drink in hopes not to make any spills. 

You’re buzzed now, skin tingling with an uncommon ease as you lean against the arm of the couch. Sea breeze easing the warm air as the fire pops in front of you. 

“Alright, none of you are drunk enough.” Sirius chastises, shifting in his seat and tossing Lilly another beer. “Never have I ever,” you all groan in half-assed annoyance as the name of the game sounds, “been snitched on by Peeves.” 

You and the rest of the girls take slow, ashamed, sips. The boys all looking over in amazement. 

“We snuck out one time! All I wanted was a bloody butter beer.” Marlene confesses, flushed. James stretches as he approaches, still sore from driving. He passes you his cup, grinning when you cringe at whatever concoction he’s come up with. You move your legs so he can sit beside you, the rest of the couches having been taken. 

“It was a terrible craving, but nonetheless worth the loss of points for Gryffindor.” 

“Is that why we were tied with Ravenclaw mid semester?” Remus laughs over his cup. 

“We still won the cup!” You and Lilly defend, James taking hold of your legs to place them on top of his. He isn’t even thinking about it, too enthralled with the teasing conversation before him as he slides a hand under the cuff of your jeans. Warm hands calloused from quidditch running over your shin. You’ve always found affection with him comes easier than with others, and the touch comforts you, electricity lingering on your skin. 

“Never have I ever, had my first kiss.” Because Dorcas also aims to have the rest of you drinking more, she says what she thinks is the most common proposition. Your stomach turns, and you debate on taking a sip just because it’ll spare you the embarrassment. You must consider it too long, because Sirius’ brows shoot up in shock. 

“Merlin, how?” Is all Sirius manages, the girls’ jaws dropping because you’ve never told them. 

“I volunteer!” Marlene shoots a hand up while you curl into the cushions, wishing you’d just had the drink. 

“It’s not that there haven’t been opportunities.” You struggle through the explanation, tugging on the sleeves of your shirt to fight the cold. “I just, I guess, want the first one to matter. If it’s been this long I may as well make it special.” They all coo in mocking, laughing when you flip them off. 

“I get it.” James pats your leg, taking generous sips of his own drink. 

“You don’t.” Theres an amusement in your tone, no real meanness to any of it. 

“Well what about that Hufflepuff third semester, he was totally into you.” Dorcas inquires. 

“Are we seriously this interested in my love life, or lack thereof?” You roll your eyes when they all agree, giddy from the topic and the alcohol. “I thought he was into me, but I don’t know. We stopped talking after a while.”

“Wait,” Remus narrows his brows, too contemplative to see James’ signals. “That curly haired guy, beater for Huffle?” You nod, giggling because he’s not usually this slow to understanding, clearly inebriated. 

“Wasn’t that the kid that came up to us at Hogsmeade, Prongs?” Potter vehemently shakes his head, chugging his drink again. 

“Nope, I don’t think so.” 

“No, I’m pretty sure it was. You two didn’t get on that well, I think.” Sirius covers his mouth to muffle his laughing, basking in Moony’s drunken confession. 

“You sabotaged me!” You frown, James grabbing your leg so you can’t kick his side. 

“Listen, I overheard him boasting in the locker room. He’s not the type you should be around. Trust me.” He’s sincere, enough to make you relax. 

“He was a bit of an ass, sweetheart. Prongs isn’t entirely wrong.”

“You two are still snog-blocks.” Dorcas is quick at your defense, crossing her arms in solidarity.

“If I wasn’t banished to solitude, I’d kiss you, Dorcas.” 

“Time and place, lovely.” You clutch your heart, feigning a blush in your antics.

*********

“Alright, I need my beauty rest. Someone needs to remain the prettiest of the friend group.” Sirius stretches, tapping a dazed Remus on the cheek to get him up. His actions initiate the turning in of the rest of the group. To which you and James groan. 

“It’s only 2, you’re all lame!” Potter sneers, looking to you for consolation. You nod along, displeased with their departure. 

“You night owls can stay up as long as you want, but we have all week to be sleep deprived.” Marlene ruffles James’ hair and kisses your temple as she stupors inside, giggling all the way with the other girls. 

“And then there were two.” You stretch, moving over when James shifts, moving into a laying position. In order to fit comfortably, you still have to keep your legs over his. “You know, now theres three other open couches.”

“I like it here.” He decides, enclosing his hands over his chest and settling in. You chuckle, letting him tangle his legs in yours. 

It’s confusing, because he chooses you as his passenger, his seat-mate, scares other guys away. Fuck, he planned an entire trip just because you and Sirius have such shitty home lives. Guilt twinges in your chest, and the alcohol allows you to finally say what you’ve been holding in since you first got in the car. “James?” He hums, hazel eyes looking up at the array of stars in the night sky. “Why did you do all this?” Potter sits up, looking over to you in disbelief. 

“Why wouldn’t I? Don’t you like it here?”

“Like it? It’s a shore house filled with all of my closest friends and alcohol. I love it here.” He laughs, nudging your legs with his own in teasing. 

“I’ve been wanting to ask you something,” he starts, answering your question with one of his own. “Would you be willing to spend the whole summer here?” 

This time, you sit up, brows raised in shock. “Sorry?” 

“Instead of having to go home, you could stay here.” 

“James, I couldn’t possibly intrude like that-”

“It wouldn’t just be us two.” He unnecessarily reassures. “I’ve already spoke with Pads, and he’s staying. My mum doesn’t want him going home either.”

“You already talked to your parents about it?” 

“In the chance either of you said yes. They both are more than happy to have us stay here. There’s internship positions at my dad’s company, and he said if we looked after the house and helped him out, we’d be more than welcome to stay.” 

“Are you starting a shelter for the broken homes club or something?” You jest, not in poor taste, but because it’s the only defense mechanism you know. James frowns anyway, upset at the thought.

“I care about the both of you. And...I’d never want either of you going home to- Well, anything other than a place you feel safe. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you. Knowing I could have stopped it. Understand?”

You nod, warm tears brimming in your eyes. Because in a world full of people that don’t, James Potter cares. You tackle him in a hug, overcome with the foreign feeling of being cared about, protected. He falters, wrapping an arm around your waist with a small laugh. 

“That’s a yes, then?” You nod, smile pulling at your lips when he uses his thumb to wipe away your tears. 

“James?”

“Yeah?” He’s soft-spoken now, eyes studying yours as you press your hands to his chest. 

“Is there...Any other reason you told that guy to stay away from me?” He swallows, licking his lips with an unusual anxiety to him. He meets your eyes again, pleading for another hint.

“Would you want there to be?”

“I’d like to have my first kiss.” You play with a pull in his sweater, fighting a smile at his nervous demeanor. “Would you want it to be you?” He nods, slow, and honestly unsure if you’re fucking with him. Considering how embarrassed he’d be if this is some joke, or a dream, maybe. “James?” You move closer, and he snaps out of his daze.

“I would.” He averts his eyes to your lips, back to your eyes again to ensure you’re sincere. “Like to kiss you, I mean.” 

You remove the space between you, putting your lips to his and hoping it comes natural like everyone says. It must, because he’s pulling you into his lap, a hint of a whine escaping his throat. You grin, flushing at his eagerness. He squeezes your sides harder, a warning. 

“Stop it.”  He continues past your jaw, down your neck, hearts thrumming with excitement and uncertainty. He tilts your head with his thumb, grinning when he nips at your skin and you gasp. Pulling back, he surveys his work, kissing you two more times before letting you breath. 

Is that what I’ve been missing out on?” You pant, energy coursing through you and accentuating your buzz tenfold.

“Up to expectations?”

“Exceeded, I’m pretty sure.” You blink hard, taking hold of his wrists and moving them so they can slide under the hem of your shirt. You hold them at your waist, a silent sign to keep them there. Though you’re sure he would have anyway. He kisses you again, more intense this time, finally allowing all the pent up tension between the two of you release. 

James, against every fiber of being in his body, pulls you away from him. Both breathing hard to collect yourselves. “While I’d really, really like to keep this up.” He starts, trying not to reconsider when your perfume envelopes his senses. “I’d like to take you out for dinner first. If you’ll let me.”

“Are you asking me on a date, Potter?” You whisper, teasing him as if it’s the hottest gossip to reach Hogwarts. 

“Are you gonna say yes, pretty girl? Or leave me hanging?” You nod, and James throws his head back against the cushions, absolutely relieved. 

*************

You blink awake, fire still burning brightly after being charmed by Lilly earlier in the evening. In the midst of you and James conversation, filled with recalling old times, plans for the rest of the summer, and a lot more alcohol, you both fell asleep. James’ jumper covers your frame, while the boy lays on the other side with only a sweater to keep warm. 

“Prongs.” You nudge him, wincing when he groans. “It’s too cold, let’s go in.”

“Too tired,” he croaks, voice riddled with sleep, “too drunk. Come over on this side.” He rolls on his back, groaning again when the world spins with him. 

“What, like...Next to you?”

“No, curled up on the floor like a cat.” Your brows furrow at his sassiness, fighting a smile as you crawl over. Muttering a half-assed apology when you nearly knee his groin. 

Hesitantly, you place a head on his chest, letting him grab you under one knee and pulling it up so you leg rests over his abdomen. Immediately, he releases a deep breath, fully relaxed. Your body, though, tingles with that same electricity from before, keeping you awake. 

“Sleep.” He orders, nudging the back of your head with his shoulder, eyes closed but somehow aware.

“Can’t.”

“Is this alright?” He blinks awake, afraid he’s made you uncomfortable. 

“Good, this is good.” You reassure, pulling on his jumper so it covers both of you. He pushes your arm away, tugging on the fabric and covering only you again, stern in his actions. 

“Close your eyes. I need us both to sleep this alcohol off so I can kiss you again.”

“Who says I’ll let you, Potter?”

“I may have been your first kiss, but I’m also aiming to be your last. So please, Dove, shut up and sleep” You’re speechless, he’s stunned you with his confession and simultaneous attitude. 

“I hate you.”

“I seriously doubt that.” There’s a smile on his face, you can hear it in his grumbling voice. Wordlessly, he moves the arm that’s under you so he can stroke your cheek, eyebrows, and jaw with the hook of his finger. Knowing the gentle touch will send you off to sleep. And it does, because you don’t wake again until morning. 

********

“Rise and shine, love birds. If you want to hoot with the owls, you’ve got to fly with the eagles.” Sirius chimes, a click of a camera sounding out after he speaks.

“Any louder, Pads, and I’ll break your jaw.” James covers your ears, shielding you from your friends shrill laughter with an intense glare. His head pounds something awful, and he’s pretty sure he’s never been this hungover in his entire life. He remembers every second, though, memories of last night bringing a dopey smile to his face. Despite the alcohols consequences. 

“Hey.” He nudges your arm, ignoring the gawking of his friends through the glass sliding door as he wakes you. You yawn, stretching atop him and regaining sense of your surroundings. 

“Are we supposed to be spinning?” James rolls his eyes, much too fond of you for his own good. 

“We have to get up, theres breakfast.”

“I can’t eat a single thing right now.”

“Yes you can,” he pushes you again, sighing in feigned annoyance when you rub your face into his shirt. Shielding the morning light from your eyes. In one swift movement, he sits you both up and hurls you over his shoulder, ignoring your squirms of protest with an obnoxious yawn. He sets you down at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, grumbling a hello to your astonished group of friends. You’re too hungover to feel embarrassed, smiling a thank you to Remus when he slides his glass of orange juice toward you, Sirius’ sunglasses over his eyes. 

“Gimme those,” you plead, extending an arm that’s quickly swatted away.

“Get your own,” he whines, “I let you have my juice.” You accept this, nursing the glass as though it’ll save your life. 

“Late night?” Lilly teases, putting a plate of food in front of you and James. You both groan, but offer your gratitude for breakfast anyway. 

“Figured you would have at least made it inside.” Marlene chastises, amused with your zombie-like states. You frown when James finishes what’s left in your glass, watching as he leans across the counter to grab the carton and refills it. Sirius places a steaming cup of tea in front of you and Potter, avoiding your distrusting gaze as he clears his throat to speak. 

He’s awfully cheeky all the sudden, hoisting himself onto the counter with his signature mischievous grin. “Never have I ever…Had my first kiss?” His voice tilts in questioning at the end, and you’re momentarily displeased with the realization you’ll be spending the rest of the summer with the shit-starting bastard you consider a friend. 

You’re absolutely flushed, curling in on yourself when a chorus of cheers erupts after taking a swift sip from your mug.

[mattybstqrn]

ᴾᵀ.¹ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 - 𝐙𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞

Female Reader x Zach Justice

warnings: cursing, sexual jokes made by Zach ofc, kissing, making out, hickies.

requested!

❝𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.❞

Y/n Y/l/n is just a normal girl who so happens to be best friends with the Tara Yummy, a friend who became a famous YouTuber, they had been friends since they were in the eighth grade.

They had met when Y/n moved to where Tara lived (idk where that is) and went to the same middle school and high school. 

The two had met through a friend and became the best of friends.

They still talk to this day. 

Tara then decided to invite her best friend onto the podcast she was on, dropouts, with her co-hosts Zach Justice and Jared Bailey. 

Zach had been looking for a new guest to have on the podcast and thought it'd be a good idea to invite her best friend. 

Y/n immediately agreed and prepared herself by watching the podcast and paying attention to Tara's costars.

From what she had watched Zach seemed like a sarcastic asshole and Jared seemed like a sweetheart and Tara just seemed like Tara.

Y/n and Tara were very similar. They said and did similar things.

They both loved to party, drink, and talk, they both were in love with Sugar.

 Y/n patiently waited for the days to pass till she could meet these guys and see her best friend. 

After a few days passed she had finally reunited with her best friend after a few months. 

╰•��★ ------------------ ★★•╯

The next day you woke up bright and early to get ready for your day. You took a shower, brushed your teeth, washed your hair, styled your hair, made some breakfast, and then waited for Tara.

She had decided to come pick you up from your house so you could spend some time together before you meet her friends.

You waited in your kitchen until you heard the doorbell room causing you to shoot up and out of your seat.

Running to the front door revealing Tara and Sugar.

"Hii!" you shriek in excitement to see the both of them, "Oh my god, hi! it's been forever!" Tara exclaims, placing Sugar down on the floor.

Tara pulls you into a tight hug, you immediately hug back squeezing her.

"I missed you so much!" Tara says with a huge grin.

"I missed you too, we need to hang more," as a smile makes its way onto your face.

"Yeah, we do," she nods, "But we have to go before we're late and Zach yells at us," she adds with a tight-lipped smile causing you to laugh.

"Let's go," you state grabbing your phone and purse before walking out the door with Sugar and Tara following after you.

You quickly look the door before you and Tara run over to her car and take off to Zach and Jared's house.

"So, how've you been?" you ask as Sugar sits on your lap causing you to pet his head, "I've good, a little busy, but now that I'm not we can hang out." she tells you.

"Actually, there's a party that I got invited to, you should come with me, it'll be like old times," she adds.

"I don't know..." you trail off.

"C'mon it'll be fun," she begs with a smile.

"Okay fine, how could I say no to a party?" you question, "What time is it?"

"9 o'clock" she responds.

╰•★★ ------------------ ★★•╯

After quite some time of driving to Zach and Jared's house and catching up with Tara. You guys finally arrived. 

Tara rang the doorbell as you and Sugar walk around so he can use the bathroom.

Once he did, he slowly walked over to Tara with you trailing behind him with his leash in hand.

The door opens to reveal Zach Justice.

He was a lot taller than you excepted, way taller than Jake, Tara's ex-boyfriend, which you were not expecting, like at all. 

Hotter in person too.

That was a teeny tinny detail that you didn't mention to Tara.

She had asked about your impression of the boys on camera, and you did not mention that to her, but you did tell her everything else.

"Hi, how are you?" you greet with a smile, looking up at his tall figure. "Pretty good," he nods, "How are you?" he asks, "Good," you nod in agreement, sensing an awkward tension.

"I-I'm Y/n," you breath out trying not to stutter. "Zach," he says sticking his hand out, "Yeah.. I know, I-I mean I watch the podcast and Tara's told me a lot about you," you correct yourself.

"Y/n's more of a hugger." Tara reminds him, "Right," he nods opening his arms for a hug.

You lean closer into him and pull him into a short hug, you could smell the cologne linger on is shirt. 

You wondered if he put it on for you? you were probably looking into too much, but your teeny crush on him had grown and you were kind of hoping that was the case.

You two pull away, letting your eyes linger on each other's before he invites you in with a small smile.

You walk in with the two plus Sugar following close behind.

As Zach and Tara greet each other with a hug you glance around his huge house. It's pretty big, as you look around you see Jared.

The one you've heard so much about. "Hi," he greets with his signature smile, "Hi, Y/n," you say returning the smile, "It's nice to meet you," he tells you reaching for a hug.

"It's nice to meet you too," you smile into the hug. "Let me give you tour, yeah?" Jared offers, "Yeah sure," you nod with a smile.

Jared then starts giving you a tour, as you follow him around with Sugar. "And this is my room," he stops, you nod as you look around, "Very nice," you tell him.

Smiling at him, "Alyssa should be here any minute," you nod, following him downstairs to see Tara and Zach standing in the kitchen, just talking.

"Just so you know, Zach's jokes are gonna be..." Jared trails off stopping on the last step, "So I've heard," you tell him, remembering everything Tara warned you about.

"Just wanna say I'm sorry on his behalf in advance," he smiles, "It's okay, honestly, I not the type to take something small to heart," you tell him before walking into the kitchen.

Just as Jared told you to sit down the doorbell rang, Jared walks over to the front door opening it to reveal Alyssa.

Alyssa walks into the kitchen waving to everyone but mainly greeting you with a hug and a smile that you return. 

You two start a small conversation, everyone was just talking have a good time until Zach announces, "Great, now we can start,"

 Tara rolls her eyes walking into podcast room, "Y/n you sit in Tara's seat today," says Zach as he walks in.

You sit down in Tara's seat as everyone else sits in their original seats, minus Tara who sits beside you.

"Zach you might wanna help Y/n," Jared points out.

"Oh right," Zach replies standing up, walking about two steps over to you to help you with your headphones making sure they're good.

"Is that good?" he asks holding onto the headphones just in case you need any more help, you glance up at him and nod, "Yeah," staring deep into his eyes.

You awkwardly clear your throat once he pulls away taking his seat.

The cameras then start rolling and Zach starts talking, "What's up guys? welcome to episode ### of dropouts. This week we have Tara Yummy's childhood best friend, Y/n."

"Hi," you awkwardly say not knowing what to say. Zach then introduces the Patreon telling everyone to go subscribe.

"Little Alyssa you better play the intro music or I'm gonna snap your neck," Zach threatens Alyssa causing your eyes to widen.

Tara hums along to the intro music as you awkwardly bop your head, smiling at Tara as she dances.

"So, Y/n how long have you known Tara?" Zach asks getting straight to the point, "Since the eighth grade," you answer.

 "Now why did you become friends?" he asks squinting his eyes, "Honestly just because of her personality," you tell him with a shrug.

"How did you become friends?" he questions, "Well, we had a mutual friend," going to continue but Tara buts in, "Who we are no longer friends with," Tara points out.

"May I ask why?"

"She was fake," you answer as Tara nods in agreement, "Luckily we met before we found that out," you add.

"But we basically met through her, and we really hit it off, we became really close and then when we later found out that this friend was fake, we continued to be friends," 

"Yeah, and now we're best friends," Tara smiles, "Yup." you smile back looking at her with adoration.

Zach then asked about this friend, you let Tara explain watched as she talked.

"The way that Y/n looks at Tara is like an old married couple just admiring her wife," Zach cuts in, "Y/n looks at everyone like that," Tara shrugs.

"Like what?" you question not knowing what they were talking about, "We talked about this before," Tara tells you.

"The way you look at... anyone, really, is just like so adorable, your eyes are just filled with like, love, you just have those eyes," Tara explains.

"I see it," Jared nods.

"Yeah, like whenever you're really focused on someone talking, you just look like you're in love," Tara explains.

"I love my friends," you shrug, "I know and that's why you have that look on your face right now," Tara smiles.

"You're telling me she looks at everyone like that?" Jared questions, "I guess so," you shrug.

"Well, no, it depends, she looks at most people like that but if she really, really likes you, like if she has a crush on you, she's gonna look at you like she's in love, but if you're just a friend or best friend, like me, she'll look at you like that," 

Jared nods and Zach speaks up, "Should we bring in a celebrity crush?" 

"Uh, no." you immediately shake your head with a stern tone causing Tara to laugh, having an idea on who it is.

"Who is your celebrity crush?" Tara questions, "I'll tell you later," you tell her in a whisper as Tara lets out a laugh.

The podcast continues with questions, sexual jokes, and Zach just being Zach.  

╰•★★ ------------------ ★★•╯

The podcast was going really good, Zach made a few sexual jokes, leaving you shocked, but you didn't mind them, you honestly thought they were hilarious.

So, you tried your best to respond and see if you could push Zach and piss him off or shock him.

"It's hot in here," Tara complains, fanning herself with her hand, before adding, "The sexual tension in here is really making me sweat," 

You send her a look already knowing what she's talking about. 

Zach had been either very good at joking or he was definitely sending you signals, he was smirking, winking, making those jokes. 

It made you a little delusional and think he was seriously flirting with you, but that was just his persona, so you knew it might've just meant nothing.

"Yeah, we should probably turn on the AC," Jared nods causing you to roll your eyes.

You turn back to Zach to try and see what he's thinking. You're very good at reading people and you figured you'd be able to read him, but he just flat out said it.

"I mean if you see sexual tension, maybe we could y'know," Zach says jerking his head in your direction, causing your eyes to widen in shock as he winks.

"Wow," you breath out, freezing at his words.

"You broke the poor girl," Jared tells Zach.

"I'm just suggesting," Zach shrugs, "Y/n!" Tara shouts getting your attention.

"Mhm?" you hum, "You okay?" Zach asks, "Yeah," you nod.

"Just..." you trail off trying to find the right words, "Disgusted?" "Annoyed?" Tara and Jared ask.

"Flabbergasted," you correct.

"Most people are," Zach nonchalantly shrugs.

"I see that..."

"You wanna see something else?" Zach questions glancing down at his pants, causing your eyes to once again widen.

"Should we leave?" Tara asks, "Yeah, that would be great." Zach deadpans, "Um, so yeah, anyways, Y/n?"

"Yes, Zach?"

"How you liking the pod so far?" Jared questions, "Um... it's good," you hesitantly reply, glancing at Zach.

"Got something else that's better," Zach butts in with a small smirk. "Zach!" Tara exclaims in disgust.

 "C'mon man. She's never gonna want to come back," Jared tells Zach with a stern tone. "She'll be coming alright," Zach nods.

"Holy fuck man!" Jared shouts. "You're fucking disgusting," Tara mutters into the mic, holding it close.

"I know," Zach nods, taking a sip of his water. 

"Y/nnnn" Zach sings into his mic, "Yes Zach?" you question completely out of it, as you think back to Zach's comments.

Visions of Zach hands wrapped around you run throughout your mind.

His hands lips travel down your neck, making you let out breathily moans of pain and pleasure. 

 He looks deep into your eyes before pulling you into a kiss.

You kiss back, breathing heavily as his hands travel from your waist down to your ass, squeezing it hard, causing you to gasp.

He kisses down your neck and all the way down to your stomach causing you to squirm under him as he slowly starts to take off your pants.

"You okay? breathing alright?" he questions, drawing you out of your thoughts.

You snap your head in his direction, realizing that your breathing was heavy. The thoughts in your head felt so real that you couldn't even breath.

"Need some CPR? I'd be more than happy to-" Zach adds getting interrupted by Tara, "No!" she shouts.

"I'm okay," you tell him.

But you did not mind getting CPR from Zach, it would fill part of the void that had appeared. You guys continued playing the game you were playing, smash or pass.

The podcast soon came to an end. You had gotten to know a little bit about Zach and Jared, and their sex life's and they got to know a whole lot about you and your sex life.

Your sex life wasn't like Tara's, you didn't hook up with numerous of guys, you just stood home. Waiting for the right guy, to find you.

Or for you to find them.

Y/n set the headphones onto the black pole thing, letting them rest before looking around the room. Tara ran off to the bathroom, leaving you and the guys plus Alyssa.

Alyssa excused herself as she got a phone call. Jared left you and Zach alone sensing that Zach wanted to talk?

"So..." you trail off. 

"Did you like it? filming with us I mean." Zach questions.

"It was definitely... something.." you sigh with a shrug, "But I did like it," you add.

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're a funny guy," you compliment with a smile, "Thank you," he smirks, making you immediately regret complimenting him because you probably fueled his ego.

"Can I get you a drink or something?" he questions, "Sure," you nod, following him into the kitchen.

"What would you like?" Zach asks, "Uh, water's fine," you shrug and nod. Zach grabs you a water bottle from the fridge and hands it to you, letting his hand linger on yours.

You stare down at your hands, admiring them together, before awkwardly pulling away.

You clear your throat wanting to ask about the jokes he made, wondering if they were just jokes.

"Zach." 

"Yeah?" he looks up.

"Did you mean anything by those jokes?" you ask.

Deep down when you walked through those doors and Zach first saw you, he thought you were the most gorgeous girl he had ever met, and he could not take his eyes off of you.

Zach made the jokes hoping you'd overthink and try to read between the lines, which you did. 

He wanted to get to know you and you had already had a crush on him. 

"Yeah I did." he nods with a small smile.

You look deep into his eyes trying to see if he's joking or lying, but you didn't see anything other than his smile, that melted your heart.

"And I want to get to know you," 

You let out a quiet sigh and nod, "I want that too,"

"So should be find out if you'll be coming back for more?" he smirks making your eyes widen in shock, but you decide to be bold and step forward.

You place both hands on the side of his face, dragging him down towards you. Your lips just centimeters away from each other's.

You draw him close and plant your lips on his. Zach reciprocates and moves his lips in sync with yours. 

His hands move from his sides to squeezing your waist, to roughly squeezing your ass causing you to let out a soft moan.

Meanwhile your hands travel from his cheeks to his neck. 

Zach hands cup underneath your ass, letting out a small grunt as he lifts you up with ease, you wrap your legs around his waist as you guys continue kissing.

He sits you down on the counter, fully making out with you.

"What about Tara or anyone else walking in?" you breath out, pulling away ever so slightly, "Shhh," he whispers, "Don't worry about that," 

Zach trails kisses down your neck until you hear a Tara yelling, causing you to jump back and almost hit your head on the counter.

"Y/n! we have to get going soon we have to get ready... for the party..." she stops as she walks in the kitchen to see you guys making out.

"Holy fuck." she mutters in shock and disgust before slapping a hand over her mouth. 

"Tara it's not what it looks like," you assure her causing her to give you a 'seriously?' look causing you to add, "Okay it's exactly what it looks, just let me explain."

"We eat off of that counter!" she cries in disgust.

"Sorry?" you apologize with a questioning tone and expression.

"I'll leave you two to sucking each other's faces off," she awkwardly gestures with her hands, excusing herself before making her way out of the kitchen.

Zach shrugs and turns back to kiss you, but you pull away, shove him and hop off of the counter, "I'm sorry, Zach but I feel bad, I have to go explain and apologize,"

You try to walk out, you felt bad, you had just made out with your best friend's other best friend, and you knew Tara was very understandable, but you couldn't not apologize to her.

She's your best friend and you just kissed her best friend and now you feel like shit.

Zach stops you, spinning you towards him, "You can apologize later," he lifts you up, into his arms before throwing you over his shoulder.

"Zach!" you slap his back as he carries you up the stairs and to his room. 

"Later," he tells you as he opens his room door.

He sets you down in his room before pulling you into another kiss. You kiss back, letting him take over which leads to him slamming your body onto the door.

You moan as his hands travel up your body, kissing his lips as he did. His lips trail down from yours and down to your neck, planting kiss everywhere.

"Zach," you moan as he sucks on your neck bringing a finger to your clit, teasing you causing your moans to become louder. 

He smirks against your neck causing you to push him back in annoyance, "Stop teasing me," you groan, "I'm sorry, sweetheart," he brings you into a kiss.

Your hands travel up his chest, tugging on his shirt, he gets your meaning and rips it off. You smile staring down at his bare chest.

Rubbing your fingers over his chest before getting on your knees and teasing him through his pants. You kiss all over his chest, subtly placing your hand on his bulge.

He sucks in a breath at that causing you to smile to yourself. Zach realizes what you're doing and picks you up once again throwing you over his shoulder and slamming you onto his bed.

You look up at him with admiration and adoration, "Stop looking at me with those eyes," he says. You smile and bring him into a kiss.

Zach pulls away and lifts you up, you look at him, "Can I?" he asks, you playfully squint, "Yes," Zach helps you lift your shirt up and stares directly at your boobs.

You lean into him, giving him a passionate kiss as his hands move to your waist, he leans back letting you straddle his waist.

Kissing up his abs, stopping on his lips, you help him take his pants off, and he does the same. You throw your guys pants on the floor and start making love leaving everyone downstairs disgusted.

[mirasantidotes]

Messy Annotations - Chapter 1

(GIFs not mine)

Read chapter 2 here

Summary: You meet Javi at your local library and notice he's reading your favorite book. You two hit it off and spend your day together, just talking and getting to know each other before you spend the night at his house on accident.

Character: Javi Gutierrez (TUWOMT)

Content Warnings: very ooc!javi, shy!javi, sunshine!reader, reader has wavy hair, reader lives in spain, very fluffy, reader's love language is touch, implied slight age gap (reader is in their 30s), can be read platonically or romantically, a LOT of blushing (a little too much), reader goes to college later in life, HUGE bookworm!reader, no use of y/n. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: Thank you for your notes and compliments on Dance With Me; it means a lot! Also, just send an ask/comment and tell me if you'd like a part 2 to this, I had a lot of fun writing it, and I have a few ideas already for a part 2. If you have any other ideas for fanfics, my asks are open for requests! I hope you all enjoy this; it took me forever to get done, and I had an insanely hard time coming up with how I wanted this fic to turn out. The struggle was totally worth it though; this is probably one of my favorite fics I've written!

All of my posts with an * in the title contain smut, or mentions of it. Minors DNI.

(Divider by saradika)

Living in Spain has been one of your biggest dreams, and you finally moved here for college abroad to work on your infuriating art major, even though you feel like you’re a little old for college now that you’re in your 30s. You’re an underground artist, and you’re just itching to get your work out there to be noticed by the public. You’re an absolute ball of sunshine, and to be fair, you’re the most energetic and outgoing person you know, but, you don’t really know too many people in Spain yet, but that’s beside the point. You really are energetic, though— almost too much. There is one thing that you’re always excited about though, no matter what— reading. Finding new books to binge-read in one sitting is always one of your favorite activities when you have free time. The library cashier is extremely tired of you coming in every week. 

Javi Gutierrez, on the other hand, is the polar opposite of you. He’s a shy, new up-and-coming actor who doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life after the success of his first movie. Though fame is finding him well, much more than anticipated, he doesn’t particularly want to make another movie quite yet, now that his co-star, Nic Cage, has left Spain. Even with his newfound fame, he still enjoys going out and doing activities he enjoys, which mainly include going to the local library. He prefers reading in a library than in his own house, alone. He likes the atmosphere the library gives him, but most of all, he loves tucking himself away strategically in the corner of the library window, so he can look out and see the bustling streets of people living their everyday lives. 

On a Friday afternoon, you have some free time to yourself, and you, of course, decide to head to your local library. You never go on Fridays— your typical day off is Sunday, but today was different; today was a professor work day at your college, so you had no classes or any assignments to complete, meaning you could spend your whole day reading. You walk into the library happily, as always. The smell of the ink bled into the pages of hundreds of books filled your lungs— a scent you thoroughly enjoyed. You finally pick out a new book that you’ve been eyeing, having heard good things about it online and from the people in your college. 

Even though you got what you came for, you couldn’t walk into a library and buy just one book— no, you had to buy at least 5 every time you came in. After picking out your books, you waltz to the cashier, who already appeared annoyed at you being there. A strict, slightly older woman— always had an attitude, but that didn’t let you stop being your energetic, bubbly self to her. “You know, you still need to return the other 10 books, right?” she says, sternness filling her tone. 

“Yeah, yeah! I know; I’ll bring them all back next time I come!” you say, smiling widely, setting the books down on the counter. The woman simply rolls her eyes at your response, knowing you’d be back in a few days and she’d have to deal with you again. After she scans the books, the woman tells you, “Your total is going to be €15.75.” €15.75… you think. You only brought €15— you sigh in response; the woman before you, never having heard that sound come out of you, and looked at you like you had 3 heads planted firmly upon your shoulders. You searched your pockets and purse but had no change.

“It’s just 75 cents. Can’t you let it pass this once?” You plead but to no avail. The woman shakes her head harshly, muttering something about ‘library rules,’ but you were too disappointed by her head shake to take care of what she said. You sigh once more— looking around the library; surely somebody would be willing to give you a dollar, right? Right? 

You feel increasingly upset the longer you look through the library aisles for someone to ask until your eyes finally land on a gentleman wearing a mustard-colored shirt full of wrinkles. He was sitting in a corner, away from everything, with his legs planted on a footrest and his face hiding behind a book. You hold your finger up to the cashier, signaling for her to wait as she sighs in response. You walk up to the man, “Hey! I hate to ask you this, but I was just checking out, and I’m 75 cents short. Do you mind? It’s okay if not—” you say quickly, trying not to seem too over the top. 

The man lowers his book, and a shy pink rose upon his cheeks while nodding slowly. “Um yeah, sure,” he whispers, almost inaudible, as he shifts himself in his seat and reaches into his jeans pocket for some change. He pulls a €5 bill from his pockets and raises his hand for you to take it before settling back into his seat. 

You take the bill from between his fingers, grinning brightly— “Thank you so much! You’re a lifesaver,” you say, full of enthusiasm. A soft smile washes over the man’s face before nodding, his cheeks still showing a light rose color. You turn on your heel and rush back to the cashier, proudly waving your money in the air. After checking out, the cashier hands you your change, and you grab your books. Before you leave, you turn back and walk toward the man again. He seemed to have heard you coming and had lowered his book just enough to see you already standing there. “Hey again, thank you for lending me some money. Here’s the change!” you say, holding the money out to him, close enough for him to reach it. The man lowers his book into his lap, smiling softly, takes the money from your grasp, and messily pushes the money back into his jeans. 

You finally catch a glimpse of the man's entire face, his curly brown hair complimenting his tanned skin and the patchy stubble on his face. You grow curious and look into the man’s lap to see what book he’s reading— and to your surprise, it’s your favorite book ever. “Oh my God,” you exclaim, a little too loud for a library, startling the man slightly and causing him to look at you. After adjusting your tone accordingly,  you continue— “that’s my favorite book!” 

His face lights up brightly, “Really? That’s awesome,” he enthuses, yelling in a whisper. Just for a moment, he’s brought out of his shy state. He adjusts his position again, sitting forward in his seat and removing his feet from the footrest. “I’ve loved this book since it came out,” he continues, “I’ve never met anyone else who likes it.” 

“Yeah, all the books from this author are really good! I especially love this one, though,” you finish, smiling as you sit on the footrest in front of the man, hugging your new books to your chest. The man, shy once more, becomes flustered until “Hey, I was thinking of going to the coffee shop down the street. Do you wanna come with?” you say, tilting your head to the side. 

The man’s eyes widened, with even more heat rising into his cheeks— another thing they had in common; coffee. “Yeah, of course,” he enthuses, breaking eye contact just enough to stand up out of his seat while grabbing his bag and placing his book inside of it, “I love that place!” he finishes as he puts the bag messily around his shoulder, looking back at you. He looks down at the books you’re holding in your arms, and as you stand up, he asks, “Do you wanna put your books in my bag? So you don’t have to hold them—” he says softly.

“Yeah, sure! Just don’t steal them for yourself,” you joke, making yourself chuckle before handing him your books. The man blushes at your words, taking the books from your hands and placing them all inside his bag. The two of you walk out of the library, and you wave to the cashier as you leave; she, of course, didn’t wave back. As the two of you walk towards the coffee shop, you get lost in conversation about your favorite books. The walk was the same distance it always was, but with the man walking with you, it felt a lot shorter than usual. 

Just as you reach the shop, you stop suddenly. You hadn’t asked the man his name, nor had he asked you. “I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” you say, turning to him, smiling nervously. 

“Javi,” he says, his rich, deep voice rings through your ears. A soft laugh escapes your mouth, full of nervousness as you tell the man your name, him joining your chuckles soon after. The two of you sit at one of the tables placed by a window. 

The two of you gush over your newfound subjects in common— a not-so-known favorite author and coffee. What could be better? The two of you spend well over an hour hogging up the coffee table, just getting to know each other, until a worker comes and tells you that you have to leave if you aren’t going to buy anything else. The two of you are already so strung out on coffee you both know either of you doesn’t need any more in your system. “Hey, do you wanna come over to my house for a little bit?” Javi asks, “You don’t have to, obviously; I know we just met and—” 

You spring your head up at his words; you’ve been having a lot of fun talking to Javi so far; what could it hurt? “Of course!” you interrupt his concerned rambling. He simply smiles in return, picking up the bag under his seat as he stands up. The two of you walk to the door of the coffee shop, “I walked here from my house, so it’s a bit of a walk—” he says, as he opens the door for you to walk out, “I hope that’s okay,” he finishes as he walks out behind you, closing the door. 

“Yeah, that’s alright!” you say excitedly as the two of you start walking toward’s Javi’s house. Obviously, you don’t go to random people’s houses like this, but Javi felt— different. He felt trustworthy, considerate, and loving. You’re brought out of your thoughts while on the way there as you spot a flower field to the left of you. You stop walking to look at the view for a moment, Javi noticing almost immediately. He turns back to face you, a slight smile planted on your face. You’ve never been to this area of Spain before, and already, it’s so much more beautiful than where you currently dwell. 

Javi looks for a moment at your wavy hair, lightly being blown in the sunset’s wind, the sun glowing brightly in the backdrop of you, lighting illuminating your features. As he realizes he’s been staring, he clears his throat and fixes his shirt before stepping toward you. Just as he reaches your side, you look at him. “It’s beautiful,” you declare, still looking at the field. Javi looks at you and nods, “Yeah, it is.” before turning his head to look where your eyes were fixated. Suddenly, you interlink your arm with his, tugging at him to follow you into the field. “Come on, let’s pick some flowers,” you say, excitement filling your body, with a slight red washing across your face as you unlink your arm, running your hand down to hold his, as you turn around to face him while walking backward as laughter fills the air. Javi blushes at the sight of you for what seems like the millionth time today— as you two reach relatively far from the path you were previously walking, you let go of Javi’s hand, your body missing his touch.

You bend down near a patch of red carnations, picking a flower and lifting it to your nose, smelling the sweet yet subtle clove-like scent and letting it fill your body, making you feel warm inside. You stand back up and turn around to see Javi standing behind you, hands in his pockets with the corners of his lips upturned softly, causing gentle wrinkles to form around his dark-colored eyes. You walk up to him and place the flower behind his ear, letting his soft curls hug around the stem to hold it in place— light pink creeps up his neck and onto his cheeks once more. 

You giggle at his face, full of awe— you break your gaze from his kind face enough to look up into the sky, causing Javi to do the same. You notice it’s getting late, and just as you’re about to say you should get going to Javi’s house, he speaks, “It’s getting late; we should hurry before it gets too dark,” his deep voice with his rich accent echoing through your ears as if honey had a sound— making your cheeks flush. 

You simply nod in agreement while holding your hand out for him to take it. He has to look back between your hand and your face a few times before finally taking it in his own, making a few soft chuckles escape your mouth, causing him to do so too. After about 20 minutes of walking, the bright orange rays shining behind you slowly disappear until finally reaching it’s end, and the lightness of the moon begins peeking out from the horizon. The two of you reach Javi’s home, and God— was it beautiful. You wouldn’t admit it, but you felt slightly jealous while walking into his pristine villa home when you’re reminded of your small college dorm.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” he asks, breaking the non-awkward silence the two of you had throughout your walk. 

“Sure! Water’s fine,” you reply happily, looking at all of the knick-knacks Javi had littered throughout his home. Javi returns with your water in hand, nearly running to get back to you. 

After handing it to you, he speaks up, “Do you wanna go sit on the couch— or?” he says, his voice laced with a sort of sweetness that makes your body tingle. You nod in response, taking a sip from your water. Javi guides you to his living room; the large room before you opens up as he turns on moody, orange lights that remind you of the sunset you saw a mere hour ago. It feels homey— welcoming, and warm. Something you don’t experience at your own college house. Javi walks over to the couch, covered in soft blankets and a few pillows, and kicks his feet up on the coffee table. You follow closely behind, sitting close to him, your knees almost brushing against each other as you sink into your seat. 

Javi hums as if he’s forgotten something essential and stands up without saying anything. He disappears into the other room, leaving you there. After a few moments, he returns— an old worn book in his hands. “This is one of my favorite books,” he says, sitting back down next to you, “I want you to read it,” he finishes softly, looking at you while motioning for you to take it. You oblige— surprisingly, it’s a book you’ve never read, so of course, you’d be willing. You open the book to the first page, glancing at it, then turning over a few pages before running your fingers through each and every page, noticing messily written notes and scribbles written out into the worn margins. You absolutely adore annotated books, and it’s one of your favorite pastimes, besides actually reading the book in the first place. 

You let a few chuckles escape your mouth as you look up to see Javi’s relieved expression grow on his face after your silence. You reach over to hug him quickly, causing him to laugh too, his hand resting on your upper back. You pull away, returning your attention to the book, positioning yourself cross-legged before him, sinking into your seat even more. “Can I read it now?” you ask, smiling, still not looking at him but skimming the first page's notes. 

“Of course,” he says simply, smiling. You start reading immediately— resting your head on the side of the couch. You point out a few rather silly remarks he’s written down on the first page, causing you both to giggle. You spend well over an hour just reading the pages of the book, occasionally engaging in a conversation about what you’re reading, Javi being just as fascinated with it as you are, if not more which makes you chuckle. After a while, a “Can I lay my head on your lap?” escapes your mouth, looking at Javi for consent. He nods as his face heats up, and you lay down, the book above your face, as you two still talk about the notes he’s made and the careless actions the main character makes in the book. 

About halfway through the book, you hear Javi’s stomach grumble something mean, causing you to laugh. “You hungry?” you ask sarcastically, looking at him, letting a few more chuckles escape your mouth. You receive a nod as he joins in on your laughter, a slight tint of embarrassment hidden within as he hides his face behind his hands. You lift your head off his lap, setting the book down on the couch, not leaving the page you left off on. “You should eat,” you say softly. 

“Yeah,” he pauses, thinking. “Do you want some cake? That’s what I’m going to have,” he finishes, looking over at you, eyes glistening in the light’s warm tones that fill the room. 

You smile, “That sound’s perfect!” you say, nodding. He stands up, whispering a quiet ‘okay’ sound before disappearing into the other room once more before returning a few minutes later with two plates, each with red velvet cake and a napkin on each. You let out a small squeak at the sight, making your mouth water slightly at the richly flavored cake. As you two are eating, Javi finishes rather quickly, and you notice frosting on his face he doesn’t seem to notice. You pick up your napkin to wipe it off, his cheeks turning visibly red, as does yours, the both of you gigging. 

Once you finish your cake, you set both plates down on the coffee table, along with the book, and lay your head back down on his lap. “Wanna watch some TV?” you ask, looking up at his face and into his eyes as he meets yours. 

“Sure thing,” he says, nodding while looking down at your face before reaching for the remote to turn on the TV. After an hour of watching the show, you fall asleep, head still resting in his lap. He notices shortly after when he hears the soft snores that escape your mouth, which is slightly agape. He smiles at the sight, lowering his hand down to brush some of the hair out of your face. He feels your cold skin and grabs the blanket from behind you that was messily thrown over the couch’s back, and lays it over your body, causing you to stir slightly in your sleep. He lowers the volume of the TV so as to not wake you up.

Shortly after, he looks down at your sleeping state, whispering a light "Goodnight, hermosa (beautiful)," before he leans back onto the couch deeper, sighing contently, before falling asleep for the night, with you in a deep sleep on his lap.

[dmercer91]

ebug's sister, dm91

part one / part two /part three / part four / part five /

blakefriarr_

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blakefriarr_: cars in the shop, loser picked me up from work <3

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jj.friar31: excuse me

jj.friar31: he came up in the elevator with you?!?!? and didn't come in!?!??!

jj.friar31: clearly you don't like him very much if you're not willing to tell your twin who he is

→ blakefriarr_: i like him a lot which is why i will not be telling my twin who he is. hope this helps!

nicohischier: perks of being in the groupchat means knowing who it is

→ jackhughes: i want in

→ blakefriarr_: no there's only room for one hughes and he is the co founder of the groupchat sorry

→ jj.friar31: i'm sorry did you tell quinn hughes who you're going out with before you told ME

→ nicohischier: and me!

→ blakefriarr_: and nico!

→ nicohischier: all i had to do to get you to call me nico was piss off jj??

→ blakefriarr_: don't expect it regularly swiss cheese

edwards.73: this is my formal application to be in the group chat: hi i'm ethan and i want to be in the groupchat

→ blakefriarr_: hmmm. @/_quinnhughes, thoughts?

→ _quinnhughes: i think if i allowed this luke would find a way to legally disown me as his brother

→ lhughes_06: you think correctly

dawson1417: nice guy you've got

→ blakefriarr_: he's precious

→ dawson1417: is he handsome, too?

→ blakefriarr_: the handsomest

→ blakefriarr_: he's taking forever to ask me out though

→ dawson1417: he better speed it up then, i guess?

drayanewman: do i know who it is?

→ blakefriarr_: squeal.

→ drayanewman: oh my GOD y/n

→ jj.friar31: WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

→ drayanewman: that your sister has game and you do not

→ dawson1417: what does squeal mean

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jackhughes: wait hold on

→ blakefriarr_: 😟 what jack

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→ blakefriarr_: ... what are you getting at here

→ jackhughes: i sense that we should move this conversation to the dms so that you don't put a bounty on my head

→ blakefriarr_: you sense correctly.

jesperbratt: what even occurs in that groupchat

→ blakefriarr_: first rule of fight club

→ dougieham: she argues with everyone, collects embarrassing stories about half our roster and then kicks our asses in crazy eights

→ blakefriarr_: quinn he broke the law

→ _quinnhughes: you're better than this, dougie.

→ jackhughes: kick him out and give me his spot

→ blakefriarr_: quinn your brother is blackmailing me in my dms

→ _quinnhughes: rowdy if you say anything i will personally remove your face and staple it to a wooden post like a missing persons flyer

→ jackhughes: what does she HAVE on you jesus christ

→ _quinnhughes: nothing

→ _quinnhughes: she’s like a feral cat i took in from the streets and have become unreasonably protective over

→ blakefriarr_: that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me i think i shed a tear

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Here’s To The Future - Part 2: Cut and Run

Summary: The war’s over. That should be cause for celebration, except the wrong side won. Things begin to change quickly, and it doesn’t take long for Midnight to realize something’s not right among the clone army. She should be glad the war is over, but the threat of her losing her boys is all too real. She did swear she would do everything she could to keep them from being separated when the war ended.

She’s not going to give up on that promise. Even if it kills her.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: Lots of emotions in this one, some PTSD, canon-typical violence, arguing, grief and mourning, injuries, a little bit of medical stuff. 

A/N: This one took me longer than expected, but it’s a pretty emotionally heavy chapter. Midnight really goes through the wringer in this one. No smut, just lots of pain. 

Sorry my Hunter girlies, I promise it won’t last forever. 

Also I am still looking for a beta reader for this one, so if you’re interested…

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Midnight stares out the viewport, watching the stars pass. Tech had put the ship on autopilot before heading back to check on Wrecker. He had also been shot, and was being a big baby about being treated. It was likely none of them even knew she’d been shot. She’s okay with that for the moment. She needs to collect herself. 

She can’t fall apart. 

Not yet. 

Midnight turns her head as she hears quiet footsteps, Omega entering the cockpit. She steps up towards the viewport, looking out at the stars as well. Midnight watches her quietly, knowing exactly what she’s thinking. 

“Your first time in space?” Hunter asks, entering the cockpit as well. He pauses next to her seat, leaning his arm against it. He’d notice soon. He always notices. 

“First time anywhere.” Omega says. 

Midnight feels something stir in her chest. She knew what that was like. She remembered her first time seeing the sky, her first time seeing space. The first planet she’d visited. 

“Impressive shot back there.” Hunter says. “Where’d you learn to do that?” 

“I don’t know.” Omega shakes her head. “I never fired a blaster before. I guess I got lucky.” 

“She’s not the only one.” Tech says, walking back into the cockpit. 

“I’m fine.” Wrecker says, being helped in by Echo. “It’ll take more than a blaster shot to take me down.” 

“You were down.” Echo says. 

“Well not for long!” Wrecker laughs, squeezing Echo’s shoulder but quickly groans in pain as it strains his own injured shoulder. 

“What’s the plan, Hunter?” Tech asks from the pilot’s seat. 

“I thought we could go off on our own. Lay low.” Hunter answers. “But with Crosshair gunning for us, I’m not so sure.” 

“What about your friends? Could any of them help us?” Omega asks. 

“That would be a short list.” Tech says. 

“I can think of one.” Hunter says. “Plot a course for J-19.” 

“J-19?” Echo asks, obviously as confused as her. 

“We know a guy.” Hunter says. 

“Yeah!” Wrecker cheers excitedly. 

“Strap in kid,” He says to Omega. “You’re not gonna want to miss this view.” 

Omega takes a seat in the co-pilot’s chair as Tech begins their jump into hyperspace. Midnight rests her head in her hand, taking deep breaths. She’s glad no one’s noticed anything yet, Hunter preoccupied with Omega, and the others with Wrecker. She wishes she could go to her room, lock herself inside for a while, but her obvious limp would give her away. 

She lets out a long breath, the tears pooling in her eyes again. Crosshair would have noticed. He would have known just by looking at her. Not that the others wouldn’t notice eventually, but Crosshair always noticed. He always saw. He would have been calling her names, telling her she was stupid for getting shot. 

If Crosshair were here, she wouldn’t have gotten shot in the first place. 

Midnight squeezes her eyes shut, holding her breath to keep her sobs in. 

****

“Easy.” 

Midnight jumps as hands touch her. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep. She hasn’t been out long, her face still wet with tears and her leg is throbbing. She hisses as fingers press against the blaster wound, her body being shifted to the side in the chair. 

“Echo, we’re gonna need another shot.” Hunter says, holding her leg still. 

“Hunter-” Her voice cuts off in a whimper as he tugs her boot off.

“That doesn’t look too good.” Omega says. 

Midnight winces as Hunter presses against the wound again. “It wouldn’t be so bad if someone stopped touching it.” 

“Just making sure it’s not worse than it looks.” Hunter says, releasing her leg. 

Another hand takes it, this one just as rough as Hunter’s had been. Midnight winces as a shot is injected, fingers prodding again. The pain quickly begins to numb, Midnight letting out a sigh of relief. 

“Omega, why don’t you and Wrecker start searching the ship. Look for any tracking device or any sort of recording device. Make sure they didn’t plant anything.” Hunter says. 

“Sir, yes sir.” Omega says, heading off with Wrecker to search through the rest of the ship. 

Midnight yelps as something jabs into the bottom of her foot, yanking it out of the hands of whoever was holding it. “What was that?” 

“Just checking you can still feel your foot.” Tech says. 

“Yes, I can feel it, thank you.” She says, pulling her leg up to her chest. 

“I need to be sure there’s no serious internal damage.” Tech argues, grabbing for her leg again. 

He pulls it a little too hard, nearly sending her from the chair. She barely manages to catch herself, fingers holding tightly onto the side of the chair. 

“Would you quit manhandling me?” She demands, yanking her leg free of his hold. 

“Midnight.” Hunter says sternly, causing more tears to brim in her eyes. 

She’s so tired of crying already. She sobs, righting herself in the chair. “He told them.” She turns on Hunter, unable to stop everything from spilling over. “He told them about us. He told them everything. He betrayed us. Tarkin tried to use it against me.” 

“Hey,” He kneels down beside the chair, pulling her into his chest. “I know. This isn’t easy for any of us. He was our brother, and I know how much you loved him.” His arms tighten around her just a bit more at her quiet whimper. “The best we can do is try to find somewhere safe so we can make a plan right now.” 

“Your leg will be fine, once it heals.” Tech says as Hunter pulls away from her. “Your irritable mood is likely due to your extreme exhaustion. We were designed to go long periods without rest.” He pushes her back into the chair, running a thumb under one of her eyes. “You need as much rest as you can get right now.” 

She scoffs. “It would help if I could sleep.” 

“Right.” Tech says, tilting her head slightly. “You can yell at me later.” 

Something sharp pierces her neck, and the sound of an injector hissing reaches her ears.  She frowns at Tech, anger bubbling inside her once more. “What did you just-” 

“A mild sedative. Just enough to get you to sleep for a couple hours.” 

Midnight can already feel herself beginning to drift off, the world around her starting to move in slow motion. “I’m gonna hit you,” She slurs, fighting her drooping eyes. “When I can move my hands again.” 

Tech smiling softly is the last thing she sees before she drifts off. 

***

Midnight startles awake as a hand shakes her. She hastily wipes the drool from her face, blinking the bleariness away. “Huh? What?” 

“We’ve landed.” Echo says. 

“Where?” She asks, rubbing her eyes. 

“Saleucami.” Echo says. “Apparently they know someone here that might be able to help us.” 

Right. She remembers that conversation. They must have come to know this contact before her time, and also before Echo’s. 

She accepts his offered hand, letting him pull her up. She puts weight on her injured leg, testing it. 

“How does it feel?” Echo asks. 

“Sore.” She says, putting more of her weight on it. “Better than it did.” 

“You’re lucky.” He says as they make their way into the hull. “Any lower and you might have lost a foot.” 

Midnight stays quiet, thinking over Echo’s words. It was lucky, she won’t deny that, but it’s also a bit suspicious. 

Midnight blinks against the bright sun as she makes her way down the ramp. She pauses for a moment, taking in the dirt under her feet, and the sun on her skin. It feels nice after so long in space, and the aggressive sterile bleakness of Kamino. 

She begins following the others, pausing when Hunter turns back. Midnight turns too, spotting Omega on the steps of the Marauder. The girl pauses, taking a big breath in before making her way off the steps. She drops to her knees in the dirt, taking a handful of it. 

“Whoa. What is this?” She asks, looking at the dirt in fascination. 

“That would be dirt.” Tech says simply. 

“It’s amazing.” She stands up, dragging her foot through the dirt and kicking it, laughing happily. 

Midnight feels a tightening in her chest watching Omega. She knows what that’s like. She remembers her first time on a planet that had actual dirt and plants. She had been equally amazed by it, after spending her entire life on an ecumenopolis where the only dirt you saw was either toxic or particles falling from the many stories above. Oh to be able to be amazed by the simplest things again. 

War had ruined that for her. 

“Come on. Let’s get moving.” Hunter says as thunder rumbles in the distance. 

They make their way through a field of strange, tall fruit. Midnight feels on edge, like she’s expecting something to pop out at her. Droids, or maybe other troopers. She clenches her fists at her sides, ready to draw her blaster if she needs it. She’s got Echo in front of her and Wrecker at her back, but that doesn’t make her feel any more comforted. She blames it on the sedative Tech had snuck her still wearing off. 

That, and her sore ankle. 

“So this friend of yours, what’s he doing all the way out here?” Echo asks. 

“Hiding.” Tech answers simply. “That’s what deserters do.” 

“Staying off the radar’s not our specialty, but he’s been doing it for years.” Hunter says. 

“And you trust a deserter?” Echo asks carefully. 

“Why not? We’re all deserters now.” Tech says.

Echo stays silent, obviously not having thought of that yet. They’re all deserters. They’re all on the run now. Midnight knows it won’t just be Crosshair after them. After all, she had signed a contract and then immediately broken it. She hadn’t had much of a choice, though. She couldn’t have broken the guys out of the brig if she’d been in there too. It would have only complicated things if she’d refused to sign that contract. 

At least that’s what she tells herself. 

Hunter motions for them to stop, looking down at a tripwire. Omega continues forward, unfamiliar with Hunter’s silent signals. He puts a hand on her shoulder, stopping her from setting the booby trap off. 

“What are we looking at?” She asks curiously. 

“A booby trap.” Hunter answers simply. 

“Single trip wire.” Wrecker says, stepping over it, obviously not seeing the second laser trap further ahead. “That’s cute.” 

Several dummy droids pop up as Wrecker springs the trap, and he begins shooting at them. 

“Easy, Wrecker.” Hunter commands. 

“Was that me?” Wrecker asks, confused. 

Their attention is drawn away from Wrecker as two figures approach, blasters drawn. It’s a female Twi’lek and a...clone? 

“What do we have here?” The Twi’lek asks. “More clones who have lost their way.” 

“It’s been a while, fellas.” The clone says, both of them lowering their weapons. 

***

Midnight finds herself in a farmhouse, leaning against the wall. It’s run down and patched together, but it’s sweet, she thinks. There was once a time she had dreamed of a life like this, in a farmhouse on some secluded planet with no worries and no war. The five boys all working on the farm, building them a life. 

She swallows the emotions, steeling herself. She won’t cry again. She’s not going to. 

“I see a few new faces.” The female Twi’lek says as she places a couple bowls of food on the table. Midnight is hungry, but she doesn’t have much of an appetite. 

“Midnight, Echo, and Omega,” Hunter motions to each of them as he introduces them, Omega exploring the small farmhouse. “Cut and Suu.” 

“Hello.” Midnight nods, giving her best smile. 

“Pleased to meet you.” Suu says. 

“Ma’am.” Echo nods in greeting. 

“Where’s Crosshair?” Cut asks. 

Midnight’s stomach clenches painfully at the mention of his name. She hates it, that she has to feel this way. There’s nothing she can do, though. She had tried her best, and it wasn’t enough. 

“It’s complicated.” Hunter sighs, his shoulders sinking just a bit. 

“Sounds familiar.” Cut says. “Rex told us about the clone troopers turning against the Jedi.” 

“You talked to Rex? When?” Echo asks. 

“Well, he passed through yesterday.” 

“Where’d he go?” 

“Didn’t ask.” Cut shrugs. “He was going on about some behavioral implant.” 

“He must mean the inhibitor chip.” Omega says, stepping up to the table next to Hunter. 

“The what?” Hunter asks.

“Inhibitor chips. The Kaminoans implanted them in the clones to modify their behavior.” Omega explains. 

“Tech, you said the regs were programmed but you never mentioned a chip.” Hunter says, drawing Tech from whatever he was doing on his datapad. 

“How else did you think it worked?” Tech asks. 

The door flies open, two Twi’lek children running in. 

“Mom, Dad! There’s a ship outside!” 

“Shaeeah, Jek! Remember me?” Wrecker says excitedly. 

“Uncle Wrecker!” They both exclaim, running up to greet him. 

“Who are you?” The oldest of the two asks, spotting Omega. 

“Omega.” She says nervously, stepping around Hunter’s chair. 

“We never see kids around here. Come with us.” They lead Omega out of the house, Hunter giving his nod of approval as Omega looks back for permission. 

Midnight watches the exchange, letting her gaze drift back to Cut and Suu as Omega disappears out the door. They both have fond, knowing looks on their faces as they stare at Hunter. 

As squad leader, it was Hunter’s natural instinct to lead, to worry about the wellbeing of everyone on his team, even non clones. Midnight remembers when she first joined the team, how unnerving it had been. It was almost like some switch flipped in Hunter’s mind, some automatic update to his hardware that included her on his team. How easily he had adjusted to her there, how easily he had included her, thought about her. Worried about her. 

She knows it’s happening again. It’s not quite the same now, given they’re not fighting a war anymore, and Omega is a child. 

Midnight can’t help but wonder if it’s becoming more this time too. 

****

“How is your leg?” Tech asks, adjusting his goggles. 

Midnight glances up from the table. She’d been staring at it, lost in thought. She’d stolen Hunter’s seat after he’d gotten up, and helped herself to some of the food Suu had set out. She hadn’t felt like eating, but she knew she had to eat eventually. 

“Fine,” She answers, leaning back in the chair. “A little sore, but nothing like it was.” 

“You can hit me now.” He says, going back to his data pad. 

Midnight blinks at him. “What?” 

“When I sedated you, you said you would ‘hit me when you can move your hands again.’” 

Midnight shakes her head. “I’m not gonna hit you. I know you were just trying to help me.” 

“Yes, your nap had a drastic improvement on your mood, as I said it would.” 

Midnight gives him a look. “Now you’re just tempting me.” 

Suu steps up to them, a bundle of clothes in her arms. “I thought you might want to change.” 

Midnight stares at the clothes for a moment. “Actually, that would be great.” She stands, taking the clothes. “Thank you.” 

Suu directs her to the fresher, and she shuts herself inside. Suu’s a bit taller than she is, but the clothes fit, and they feel better than her armor. It’s been a while since she’s worn civilian clothes. She can’t help but wonder if there will ever come a time she’ll be able to retire the armor for good.

She stares at herself in the mirror for a moment. There’s still dark circles under her eyes, and she looks absolutely miserable. At least the outside matches what she’s feeling inside.

She splashes some water on her face, patting her cheeks to try and make herself seem more alive. She leaves the fresher, heading outside where the others are. 

Hunter has changed his clothes, obviously having borrowed some of Cut’s. It’s odd to see him wearing something that isn’t his armor. Midnight doesn’t think she’s seen any of them in anything but their armor, or their blacks, or nothing at all. Wrecker’s ditched at least the top half of his armor, donning a hat and poncho. It’s a good look for him too, Midnight’s brain doing all sorts of somersaults. 

“Here,” Hunter holds out a hand. “I’ll drop that off at the ship.” 

“Thanks.” She murmurs, handing off the pile of armor to him. 

“You, uh, look good.” He says, giving her a once over. “I forget how good you look in civvies.” 

Midnight forces a smile, nodding. “It feels good to wear them again.” 

Hunter’s face drops into a serious look, Midnight already dreading what’s coming next. “Are you...alright?” 

Midnight grimaces. “You don’t want to go there. Not right now.” 

She turns to leave, but he puts a hand on her shoulder. “Night, you should have said something.” 

Midnight clenches her jaw, fists clenching at her sides for a moment. “We had bigger things to worry about.” She shrugs his hand off. “Save the lecture for later.” 

She walks away, heading back into the house. 

****

“Can I help?” Midnight asks, approaching Suu who was working on packing. “I-I need to do something with my hands.” 

Suu nods knowingly. “Sure. You can finish packing those in that bag.” She nods at a stack of clothes.

Midnight starts placing the clothes in the bag, glad to be doing something. She feels bad for how she acted towards Hunter, but the last thing she wants is to dredge up her feelings right now. 

“So, how long have you been in love with them?” Suu asks, breaking the silence. 

Midnight freezes, looking up at her with wide eyes. “What?” 

Suu chuckles. “I can tell just by looking at you.” 

Midnight stares down at the clothes in her hands. If anyone would understand, it would be Suu. “I’m not sure when it became love.” She shrugs. “The whole...arrangement started about three months after I joined their squad. Hunter and I had too much to drink and...made some impulsive decisions. It just...evolved from there. When I fell in love with them...” Midnight shakes her head. “I’m not convinced I haven’t always been.” 

“And Crosshair?” Suu asks. 

Midnight tenses, letting out a shaky breath before nodding. “And him. He was...resistant at first. Then he had to...out of necessity. I was in love with him before that, but he’s...guarded.” She feels tears brim her eyes. “I knew the risks. I told myself after the war ended, I wouldn’t let anything separate us. I’d do everything I could to keep us together.” Midnight hastily wipes a tear. “I feel like I failed.” 

Suu puts a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “You still have four men who clearly love you. I know it’s not easy losing someone you love, but don’t forget about them too. As one of the few in this galaxy that can understand, you need to consider what’s best for all of you. Take advantage of the time you do have. If Crosshair truly does love you, he will realize it. There’s no amount of mind control that can wipe away emotions like that forever.” 

Suu is right. Midnight had failed in keeping the six of them together, but she hadn’t failed in keeping most of them together. With their accelerated aging, she can’t even begin to guess how much time she’ll have with them. She’ll outlive them by a long shot. 

The thought only makes losing Crosshair hurt more. 

***

“It appears all public transport is now restricted without chain codes.” Tech says, looking at his datapad. 

“Which Cut can’t sign up for.” Suu says. “He’ll be arrested when they discover he’s a deserter.” 

They were all gathered in the house once more, Cut and Hunter having returned from town with some disparaging news. Apparently the new Galactic Empire was requiring citizens to get chain codes in order to travel. 

“The next shuttle leaves in a few hours.” Cut says. “Codes or no codes, we need to be on it.” 

“Mom!” A panicked cry from outside draws their attention. “Mom, it’s Omega!” Shaeeah runs into the house, pointing outside. “She went out past the fence!” 

Suu is the first out the door, grabbing the slug thrower leaning against the wall on her way out. Cut and Hunter are quick on her heels, hurrying towards the fence. Omega is right on the edge of the farm, a rather nasty looking creature stalking towards her. 

Hunter ducks under the fence, running towards Omega. She turns and runs, the creature lunging after her, but it’s slowed by a shot from Suu on the roof of the farmhouse. Omega ducks behind Hunter, Hunter slicing at the creature with his knife. 

Suu shoots it a second time, deterring it from attacking again as it turns and runs. Hunter guides Omega back through the fence, the poor girl looking upset and guilty. 

“What were you doing out there? Do you realize you could've been killed?” Hunter asks, his tone sharp and biting. 

Midnight winces, having been on the receiving end of that tone more than once. It’s not fair to Omega, though. She is just a kid. 

“Easy.” Cut says, putting a hand on his shoulder. “She’s not a soldier.” Cut squats down beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder, looking her over for any injuries. “Are you hurt? Now, let’s take a look here.” 

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to get the ball.” Omega says, tucking her face into Cut’s shoulder. “I didn’t know.” 

“You’re safe.” Cut says, patting her shoulder. “That’s all that matters.” Cut stands, picking her up. “Come on.” They start towards the house. 

“Hey, kid. You all right?” Wrecker asks. 

“She’ll be fine.” Cut says, walking back into the house. 

The five of them stand there, watching them go. 

Midnight replays the entire thing in her head once more. Omega’s lucky. Whatever that creature is, it’s fierce and would have torn her to shreds easily. Midnight doesn’t really know Omega, and she’s still adjusting to the thought of having a child around, but that’s what she is. She’s a child who has never seen the galaxy, never experienced the danger, the fear, the unknown. 

Midnight remembers when she was in the same position, leaving Coruscant for the first time, experiencing things so different from what she’d been raised in. Midnight had the advantage of knowing the dangers, though. She was an adult, well adjusted to living in danger. 

“All in all, I would say that could’ve gone much worse.” Tech says. 

Midnight rolls her eyes, shaking her head. Of course he’s right, but this didn’t feel like the time to say something like that. 

“Tech, you think you could forge some chain codes?” Hunter asks. 

“I only learned of them moments ago, but yes.” 

“Do it. We’re getting Cut, Suu and the kids on that shuttle.” 

****

Midnight sits on the porch of the farmhouse, swinging her legs back and forth. She had offered to stand watch, to make sure the Nexu didn’t return or try any bright ideas. It probably wasn’t that necessary, but she’s glad for the fresh air, and the chance to think. Tech and Echo had returned to the ship to try and learn as much as they could about chain codes and how to make them. Cut and Omega have gone on a walk as well, Omega still upset about the whole incident. 

Midnight can’t blame her. She remembers how upset she’d been the first time Hunter had reprimanded her like that. Of course, they’d been in the middle of war and he was reprimanding her stupid decision on the battlefield. She had deserved it. Omega hadn’t. 

She knows Hunter can’t discern the difference, though. None of them can. They’d been designed for war, for fighting battles. Not for things like child rearing and domestic life. 

They could learn it, though. Cut was proof of that. 

He had chosen to desert though. The rest of them hadn’t had a choice. 

The door of the farmhouse opens. Midnight doesn’t need to look to know who it is. He walks down the steps, approaching her slowly. She keeps her gaze facing forward, even as he moves to stand next to her. 

“It’s uh...beautiful here.” Hunter says, crossing his arms. 

Midnight nods. “It is.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, the tension beginning to rise between them. She knows it's her fault, but she can’t help it. She feels like she needs to fight. Maybe she should have accepted Tech’s willing invitation earlier.  

“I’m...going to send Omega with Cut and Suu.”

Midnight nods. He sounds unsure, but she knows that might be the best option. “It’s a good idea.” 

“They won’t let us go that easily. Things are going to be dangerous.” Hunter is staring at her. She can feel his gaze burning into the side of her face. “Would you-” 

“Don’t.” She cuts him off, hands curling around the edge of the porch. “Don’t even ask me that.” 

“You need to consider-” 

Midnight jumps down from the porch, facing him. “I made a promise when we made this whole arrangement that I wasn’t going to let anything separate us. Not the Republic, not the end of the war. I told myself no matter what, I was going to keep us together. I’ve already failed that, and now you want me to leave?” 

“That’s not what I want.” He says, eyes narrowing at her. She knows she’s pushing into dangerous territory, but she can’t stop. 

“That’s what you were going to ask me.” Her hands are starting to shake, adrenaline coursing through her. 

“I don’t want you to leave, but I think some distance for a while is a good idea for your own safety.” 

The door to the house opens, but neither of them pay it any mind. “What are you going to do, force me? The war’s over, Hunter. You’re not my Sergeant anymore.” She turns on her heel, walking away from him. 

Hunter moves to follow, but Suu puts a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place. “Don’t. Give her some space.” She says. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into her.” He says, staring at Midnight’s back where she’s standing close to the fence. 

Suu glances in that direction as well. “You shouldn’t take it personally. She’s grieving.” 

Hunter looks down at Suu, his brows furrowing. He hadn’t even thought of that. He had felt the sting of Crosshair’s betrayal, but he had moved past it in order to ensure the rest of his squad was safe and taken care of. It wasn’t fair of him to expect the same of Midnight. That’s why he had thought sending her away might be the best idea. 

“People do and say strange things when they’re grieving. I know it’s your nature to look out for your squad, but you have to let her do what she needs.” Suu gives him a smile. “She doesn’t need a squad leader right now, or her team. She needs the men she loves.” 

***

Hunter, Wrecker and Midnight escort Cut, Suu and the kids to the spaceport. Midnight can tell Hunter is still seething a bit after Tech’s brilliant idea backfired a bit. 

They had been enjoying what was likely to be one of their last good meals for a while, while helping Cut, Suu, and the kids pack when Tech had commed in, saying he had a brilliant plan. Naturally, he had decided to enact it without waiting for any permission, or even telling anyone else besides Echo. 

The brilliant plan? 

Get the ship impounded so they can sneak into the spaceport and steal the disks to make the chain codes. 

The only problem? 

Omega was on the ship. 

Midnight knows they wouldn’t let anything happen to Omega, but it doesn’t make this situation any less stressful, nor their jobs any easier. 

Midnight walks beside Wrecker, at the back of their group, holding his hand. It was partly to steady her nerves, and also to try and seem more inconspicuous. Hunter is leading the group, at the front where she knows he’s most comfortable. 

“Tech, we’re in the spaceport. What is your status?” Hunter says through his comm. 

“In progress. The encryption shouldn’t be a problem.” Tech answers. 

They walk towards the shuttles, keeping their heads down. There’s troopers crawling the area. There’s far more troopers than she thought there’d be. Midnight hasn’t been this nervous since she’d broken the boys out of the brig on Kamino. She holds Wrecker’s hand just a little tighter, moving closer to him. She knows it’s more dangerous for them. If a trooper looked too long at one of the boys’ faces, it would be a dead giveaway. 

“Hurry up. We need those chain codes to get them on the shuttle, or we’re going to have to blast our way out of here.” Hunter says. 

“Don’t worry. I can slip through security unnoticed and deliver the disks to you momentarily.” 

They get into the line at the shuttle, all anxiously awaiting Tech’s arrival. 

“Have your chain codes out and ready for inspection.” A trooper says as he passes them, thankfully not looking too hard as they turn their faces to avoid detection. 

“The chain codes are in route...with Omega.” Tech says. 

“By herself? You let her go by herself?” Hunter hisses into the comm. 

“Well, we didn’t let her go.” Tech tries to defend himself. 

“I’m on it.” Wrecker says, handing off the crate he was holding to Cut before running off towards the impound lot. She knows this is going to end in a firefight, most likely. She’s glad she kept her blaster in the back of her pants. 

She passes the bag she was carrying off to Suu, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Good luck.” 

She follows behind Wrecker, slipping into the impound lot. Thankfully most of them have been drawn to Wrecker, giving her ample space to slip towards the Marauder unnoticed. 

She slides up to Tech behind a stack of crates, drawing her blaster. “Kriffing hell,” She says, ducking from blaster fire. “Just once I’d like to end a mission without getting fired at.” 

“Then perhaps you should consider joining another squad.” Tech quips. 

Midnight rolls her eyes, firing at the troopers. They’re coming in waves, and she knows even more will be coming following. 

“Hunter, we have worn out our welcome. We need to go right now.” Tech says through the comms. 

“On my way.” Hunter replies. 

Hunter arrives quickly, easily taking out three of the troopers before ducking behind the crates. 

“Glad you could make it.” Tech says. 

“What are we waiting for?” Hunter asks. 

“The clamp’s still magnetized. The system’s not responding.” Echo says, still working on getting the Marauder free. 

Wrecker runs over, using brute force to get the clamps to release. 

“Let’s go.” Hunter says, Midnight running for the ramp of the ship, following Tech up inside. 

“Wait for me!” Omega’s voice calls through the spaceport, drawing the attention of some troopers. 

Hunter tries to keep them at bay as she runs over, but one of the troopers grabs her leg. Hunter makes quick work of him, getting Omega to the ship safely. Tech takes off as they continue to fire on the ship, successfully flying their way out of the spaceport and away from Saleucami.

***

Midnight sits in the fresher with her head in her hands. She feels sick to her stomach. Her hands are shaking despite them being balled into fists so tight it hurts. The motion of the ship doesn’t help any, only stirring her nausea more. 

She doesn't know what’s wrong with her. She’s felt like this the last two missions they’d had before the war had ended. She’d felt like this on Kamino, and she’d felt like this after their narrow escape. She knows it’s not just her roiling emotions. It’s like every time she has a blaster in her hands, it makes her sick. She can’t take much more of it. 

She forces herself to stand, splashing cold water on her face until her legs stop shaking. She looks like death, more so than she had on Saleucami. She’d love nothing more than to crawl into bed and hide, but she knows she can’t. 

She exits the fresher, stepping out into the hallway. 

“Well, where is Omega gonna sleep?” Wrecker asks. 

“She can have my bunk.” Midnight says, drawing all eyes to her. “For now. I-I’ll sleep in Crosshair’s bunk.” 

“Night-” Hunter starts but Midnight cuts him off. 

“It’s fine.” She moves forward, putting a hand on Omega’s shoulder. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.” 

She leads Omega to her room, opening the door. It’s still a bit messy from their search of the ship not too long ago. Midnight’s glad she changed the sheets, though. 

“Make yourself at home.” She says, shoving clothes back into their crates. Hunter had at least been decent enough to place her armor in its spot. 

“Are you sure I’m not taking your bed?” Omega asks as she sits on the edge. 

“Truth is,” Midnight says, squatting down so they’re the same height. “I don’t think I’ll be doing much sleeping in here. I don’t think I’ll be doing much sleeping at all, actually. I’d rather you be comfortable, at least until we can get something more permanent set up.” 

Midnight gets up to leave, but Omega’s next words stop her. “You were close with him, weren’t you. Crosshair, I mean.” 

Midnight sighs, her shoulders drooping a bit. “Yeah. I was.” 

“I’m really sorry about what happened.” She says. “I know what it’s like. To feel lonely even with people around you.” 

Midnight hastily blinks the tears away, turning to face Omega. “I’ll be okay. Get some sleep. It’s been a long day.” 

Midnight leaves her room, the door hissing shut behind her. She makes her way to the bunks, pausing in front of Tech and Crosshair’s. They’re all empty, Tech in the cockpit with Echo and Hunter. Wrecker was in the hull, probably benching Gonky or something. 

She pulls the privacy curtain back, half expecting to be met with a scowl, but of course it’s empty. She climbs up, tucking herself into the bunk. The hooks are still on the wall where he’d hang the firepuncher. Midnight lays her head on the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut. 

It still smells like him.

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[loudsilence-universe]

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Good morning mate,

It's Saturday. And I've not heard your voice since Monday. I feel rubbish. I want to speak to you. I want to hear your voice, your laughter and your cries. So, I went through our WhatsApp and found some voice notes, it's not the same though, is it.

I'm gonna go get the kitties later today to get them settled at mine. My mum is coming over, too, so fewer trips to move the kitties now I've got access to a car and a small van.

It's strange, init. Whilst you were alive, I listened to all your thoughts, worries, and fears. Now you're dead, and I'm writing down all mine. I mean, I know you'll never read this, but it's helping me. I can hear you responding to what I'm writing, so it's comforting. I mean, I'd rather you were actually here, but this is a way to keep our lines of communication open. I did warn you, though that my brain can be kind of hectic so me rambling on like this might actually be proof of my alleged insanity.

You are now my memories. You're safe from harm. You are peace. You are quiet. You matter and now you energy lol You're free from this weird human construct we call a body. You are free from this society & all it's rules.

I'm about to start the day. I'm getting a lot of phone calls and messages from my concerned family & friends and it's a bit overwhelming for an introvert like me, but I can hear you already "...at least they care, stop being ungrateful."

And I know they care and I am grateful but I supposed it's just my personality. I go inwards to comfort myself instead of reaching out to be comforted. But I'll try my best to accommodate others and their concerns for me.

The kitties are safe here with me. The move went smooth. They are so well behaved, currently no dramas at all. So, I've said my final goodbye to your home and posted the key & fob. That chapter is closed now. I'll help Phoebe if she wants but other than that I'm just focusing on our cats. They need me more than anyone else.

I'm sat here, watching football highlights and smoking a joint. I took another one of your photographs. And, I keep looking at your picture and being reminded of the circle of life. You know, life and death. You've completed your life cycle. It's just hitting me different, maybe cos I'm stoned. But yeah, you no longer exist in this form. You are energy flowing through memories.

So, you are all around, all seeing, all knowing yet you are nothing at the same time. You don't exist yet you are existence, itself. It's a head-fuck.

I'm sad. I keep crying because I feel sad for myself. That's what grief is, isn't it? I miss you. I want to hear your voice, your laughter. I want see you, to hug you... I... I... I... that's all I'm hearing. You are dead, so no one or no thing can affect you ever again. There is no pain or joy. That's a good thing though, right? I should feel relieved for you. I should feel relieved now that your energy is free and no longer trapped in your beautiful shell.

But no, I do not. I feel sad.

I feel an emptiness, a you-shaped void that will stay with me forever. I can feel a change in me, I know I'll never feel the same again. There's a numbness that might never go away. I have to live with this. There's no turning back, no rewinding time.

What's done is done, and I just have to accept that you felt total and utter despair and you needed to escape. You needed to escape life.

So, you killed yourself. Sometime Monday early afternoon in your apartment. This time, you didn't call me so I could help calm you down, no. You, instead, deprived your brain of oxygen via asphyxiation. You went without oxygen for over 20 mins and suffered cardiac arrest. The emergency services restarted your heart and you were placed in ICU. A machine was keeping your body warm but you were technically brain-dead. Then on Thursday, the machines were switched off.

Your head was tilted, facing my direction. You were laid on the bed, slightly upright. As the last of the artificial air left your body, your eyes slowly opened and focused on me. Your dead eyes, blank. There was no sign of life, but it was like you were looking right at me.

I can't deal. I'm stoned and I'm tired so I'm going bed. I hope you are resting well. Love you, mate.

21:10:01

[dr-docktor]

HIHIHI!!!

I’m in love with your saf AUs man… I will take any amount of rambling I can get pleasepleasepleaseplease 🥺

- 😇🪽

HI HI HI!!! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I was actually stumped on what to talk about. And I know this isn't what you wanted but here it is nonetheless.

Here is why SaF fans should watch Sneakers (1992)

It's my favorite heist movie of all time

there's a lot of parallels to GoldenEye (the James Bond movie that SaF parodies) despite predating it by 3 years and therefore has a lot of moments that has me pointing at the screen like "!!!!! Spies are Forever reference!!!!"

it's funny as shit (aside from like one eughhhh moment during the first heist)

And also the main character is based as hell (learns from his ex-best friends mistakes and steals a shitload of money from the republican party and donates it all to various charities like the UNCF and Greenpeace)

The film actually brought on experts in the field of codebreaking and technology to make the actual hacking/heist parts of the movie as realistic as possible! (Aside from The Black Box but it's done in such a cool way that I can't be upset)

THE CINEMETOGRAPHY UGH OHHHH MY GOD THE MOVIE IS SOOO PRETTY

Doesn't infantilize the disabled character! Nor does the movie really pretend that his blindness gives him superpowers. (Like he doesn't have super hearing. He's just picking up on stuff that most people miss because they're not paying attention to what's being said)

James Earl Jones is in it.

The film follows a guy named Martin Bishop (formerly Martin Brice) and his team. They get hired by banks to break into their own places and to give a report on the weaknesses in security (based on a real profession!)

Martin gets blackmailed by the NSA to steal a 'little black box' from some mathematician. And realizes he is WAY in over his head once he realizes what it is. And that's just the first half of the movie! It delves into this really interesting mystery around the halfway point as everything we thought we knew becomes unraveled. And that's where the SaF parallels start to come in.

SPOILERS FOR SNEAKERS UNDER THE CUT

In the first scene of the movie, it's December of 1969. Martin and his friend Cosmo are in college pulling their idea of a prank.

That prank being hacking into numerous bank accounts-- including but not limited to the Republican Party and Richard Nixon's personal checking account -- and donating it to organizations like The Black Panthers.

They get hungry and Cosmo cheats his way out of having to go out into the cold to get pizza. So of course, Martin goes to get it.

But while he's out, the cops arrive and arrest Cosmo while Martin just barely manages to get away. Cos is later said to have died in prison.

YOU SEE THE CONNECTIONS ALREADY, RIGHT?

So right off the bat it's like. Okay, Cosmo is Owen and Martin is Curt. Right? And on the surface I'd say yeah. But also... it IS Cosmo's fault that he got caught. He rigged the little game they used to decide who has to run for pizza and because of that he got caught.

And that's sort of what's super interesting to me about Cosmo vs Owen and Martin vs Curt. Cos comes REALLY close to being Owen but misses the parallel by mere INCHES.

In the second half of the movie, as the conspiracy and mystery clicks into place, Cosmo is revealed to not only be alive but the orchestrator behind all of it. He, of course, wants to 'change the world' by using the black box to crash 'the whole damn system'. That being money, proof of ownership over property, etc.

And at first it comes off as another obnoxious 'oooooo scary leftist' trope. But looking at who Cosmo has become, it's clear that this idea is just something from his past that he desperately clings to in order to act like things haven't changed.

He wears expensive suits, has a james-bond-villain-esque office, runs an entire damn company as a front for his plans, AND has a side job of managing the mafia's finances. He carries himself like he enjoys this power.

Even the damn decoration in his otherwise bare office show this!! (sorry for the low quality screenshot)

AS IN HE'S LITERALLY A CUT OUT OF EVERY OTHER CORPORATE ASSHOLE NOW. HE IS THE SYSTEM HE CLAIMS TO WANT TO BREAK.

AND THATS WHY HE'S SO DIFFERENT FROM OWEN. And yet Cosmo is just as obsessed with 'winning' against Martin as Owen claims to be against Curt. Cosmo holds Martin at gunpoint, PLEADING with him not to leave again in a confrontation very reminiscent of the staircase scene. Cosmo is just as obsessed with the advancement of technology as Owen is and wants to harness it in the exact same way.

Meanwhile there's Curt vs Martin. Who could not be more different as protagonists in a SUPER interesting way. I guess a lot of the differences stem from the fact that Martin is ALSO a tech nerd and also the fact that its been decades since Cosmo 'died' in prison as opposed to a few years. And throughout the movie, Martin sort of insists the inciting incident was nothing more than a stupid prank.

But Martin learns from both his and Cosmo's mistakes. Unlike Curt.

Martin takes the black box and rather than destroying it immediately, uses it to do one last act of good in the world (bankrupting the Republican party and donating it all to charities) before presumably destroying it. Rather than giving it to the government like the story so desperately wants him to do.

Idk, Martin and Cosmo are such interesting mirrors of Curtwen that my brain just won't let them go. Maybe other people don't see the connection but I do.

ALSO ONE LAST PART: the cinematography. WOUGH.

JUST... THE WAY GREG LEANS INTO THE SHADOW WHILE HE'S TELLING MARTIN TO TRUST HIM ITS SUCH A SIMPLE THING BUT DRIVES ME UP THE WALL INSANE EVERY GODDAMN TIME

Also the fact that Martin is just casually friends with Greg, a Russian spy (especially JUST post-cold war), is incredibly funny to me.

ANYWAY THAT'S MY RAMBLING I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

[lnights]

@10yearsofblindchannel happy Joel Day!

Joel day 1,011 words, hinted JoelxOlli, baby channel

Graduation felt like it was looming upon him. He knew that was probably a bit dramatic, but it was really all he could think. 

His parents kept telling him he had to figure out his life, that he couldn't keep dreaming of being a rockstar forever, especially since his band had folded.

His father told him to be grateful he got as much as he had; there was a lot of bands that never got to release an album like they did, that never got to play the shows he was able to play with the others and he should be happy he at least got to live his dream for a little bit while he was still in school and still being supported by them.

His mother would tell him the same, that he was able to have his band and he should be happy with what he had and leave it at that

But it's not what he wanted, he wanted to rule the world with music.

Dorky looking Joonas Porko had been the last person he had thought would feel the same, but the two of them had ended up using the same rehearsal room at school because the others were full, and discussion had quickly started about how both of their bands had decided to dissolve, leaving them drifting right before graduation.

It only took a couple weeks of playing guitar and writing music before they started talking about forming a band together.

"We really have some great songs here." Joonas told him, "you remember Olli from Abhorrent Ritual? He would be happy to play bass for us. And our friend Tommi is a great drummer."

"I don't know," Joel replied, "I'm really not great singing-"

"You are though!" Joonas insisted, "I've heard you sing enough."

"Not on my own!" Joel argued, "I only did backing vocals before… and besides I don't think I could be a frontman by myself."

Joonas nodded a little, "we'll figure it out, but I think we should get Olli and Tommi involved."

Joel smiled a little, the idea of having another band appealing to him enough to override his nerves, "give them a call."

…

"They are literally babies," Joel muttered.

"They're only a couple years younger than me and they happen to be two of my best friends," Joonas rolled his eyes, "you heard them play, they picked up the songs right away, you know we can do this."

Joel sighed but Joonas was right, their new drummer and bassist may be young but he couldn't deny they had talent.

"Ok," Joel addressed the other two, "I was not able to get back into the same rehearsal space I used to use with Scarm, so we'll go with Joonas' garage for now. We can meet up there this weekend and have our first practice, assuming you two still want to do this?"

For a moment he really wondered if they would back out, he knew he didn't have the greatest reputation in school, he was often thought of as difficult to work with and moody, maybe they wouldn't want to work with him even with Joonas vouching for him. Maybe he was just too much and he'd never have a band again and-

"Sounds good." Tommi said, Olli nodding along.

Relief flooded through him and he gave them the address, packing his guitar while they talked about a house party they were going to on Friday night, trying to not listen too closely. It wasn't like he was ever invited to those things.

…

"Joel, you have to stop pacing." Niko told him.

Joel froze in his path, looking over at his co-vocalist.

"How can you not be nervous?" He asked, "we're in Germany, we're about to go on stage at fucking Wacken!"

"I know," Niko said, "but we've got this."

Joel sighed and flopped into a chair instead, looking around him.

When Porko had called him a year ago and convinced him to pick up some rapper he and Olli had met at a party the night before and bring him to band practice, he hadn't realized he was picking up the missing piece they needed to get their band off the ground.

Niko kept him balanced, stayed calm when he panicked, jumped for joy with him when they got their first song on the radio, even came up with their band name. He was exactly what they had needed.

It still surprised him sometimes, that he had ended up with a group that didn't just ditch him when he got to be too much; they argued and occasionally told each other off, but there would always be apologies later over a beer and everything would be forgotten.

Joel looked around their tent, Tommi was drumming to a tune only he could hear, something Joel had long figured out was a nervous habit and was best to not disturb him. Joonas was sitting with Olli and talking quietly, he seemed cheerful but their bassist looked pale.

He didn't know why but he always hated seeing Olli upset; of course he hated seeing all his bandmates upset, but especially Olli…

He was too sweet, sometimes a little bit of an airhead but at others serious and calmer than all of them put together.

He could keep it together for him.

"You're right," he said loudly to Niko, "we've got this, we're going to go out there and dominate that stage."

Joonas and Olli looked up at him, both giving him a smile.

"He's right," Joonas patted Olli on the shoulder, "we've got this!"

"Fuck yeah we do", Tommi said from the corner, tone deadpan as normal.

"Thanks Joel," Olli smiled that soft smile he only seemed to show Joel he got up to grab his bass.

Joel smiled as his four bandmates started to show more enthusiasm, helping him to forget his own worries. Of course they had this, he had the best band in the world.

With the cutest bassist in the world.

With that blush-inducing thought, Joel got up to lead them to the stage.

[cutepresea]

Isn't it odd Symphogear didn't get any normal length OAV or movie made, or even on the merch side more nendo or nendo petit made considering how popular it was in Japan? I know the fear was real with prods and manus during the first two seasons because they thought it was a fail project and didn't want to invest but after five seasons and five concerts? I don't know I feel like I'm missing data on why we were given the short stick compared to other popular animes...

Ah, I never really felt like that when it comes to the series (except for figures, but I get to that later in the post. I went on a bit of a tangent and it ended up longer than intended. Oops)

Five whole seasons

Four series of shorts

Enough character songs to have a box of 9 CDs released (doesn't include XDU songs)

Concerts that get released on blu-ray since G's (this one just feels like a bigger deal to me because season 1's in 2012 never got recorded or released)

A mobile game that's been running for 6 years and gets its own albums separate from the aforementioned box (there was another mobile game a decade ago that died pretty fast but nobody remembers that one, shhh...)

And a monthly spinoff manga that has enough content for four volumes so far

...All feels like a miracle to me, especially for an anime not based on an existing manga, game, or light novel

Seriously, I love this series but I have no idea how G was greenlit

I'm still waiting to see what the new project is because there's still a possibility that it could be a movie or something. I just don't expect it anytime soon, whether it be a movie or an OVA, because Kaneko (co-creator and scenario writer for the series) is busy both designing and writing a RPG which he stated was something he wanted to do while not working on Symphogear since he was too busy to work on games while he was doing that (link is Japanese, but it's the interview where he said that)

Which, again, is probably why the new project is dated 20XX

Now if I were to talk about stuff I personally would want?

If it's a movie I'd like it to be completely new content but if they make some lengthier OVAs, I've been asking for an adaptation of 3.5 from XDU for a while since the Alexandria Incident gets mentioned in AXZ.

XDU's service isn't going to last forever and I'd hate to lose a canon side story like that when it does eventually end.

They could also do 4.5 but it isn't as high a priority for me because it serves more as an introduction to Noble Red than anything and outside of the short part between Fine and Enki, it felt weird coming out after XV ended

On a bit of a side note, I've said it before, but I wouldn't be too surprised if any new anime content is by Studio KAI instead of Satelight. A LOT of Symphogear's staff moved over there after XV ended which is why XDU's second OP was done by them.

Now merchandise, oh boy, yeah that subject has stung a bit over the years. The fact the only Nendos are from S1 really is sad

They want their friends to join them

Heck, Chris didn't even get a Figma back then like Hibiki and Tsubasa did

I can't believe it took as long as it did for Kirika, Shirabe, and Maria to get figures. Especially Maria, who didn't have one released until 2022.

And it is an actual crime that Miku still doesn't have one despite being around since season 1. That is Hibiki's Wife Sunshine y'all are ignoring. (Season 1 Miku with green hair when? 🤣)

Hobby Stock's set of scale figures they've been releasing and Good Smile's ACT MODEs are a step in the right direction though. There's also been more plushes in recent years which I personally really love.

One of my wishes is someone going back to G and making figures for that so we can get Black Gungnir Maria or Shenshoujing Gear Miku

The parallel world versions of everyone from XDU would be fun too but I'm not pushing my luck there. The other Hibiki technically already has one but it used an existing Hibiki figure as a base

And yes, I am begging for a game that isn't gacha. I'm a lover of action games and RPGs so I would love something along those lines. I'm not horribly picky about the specific type

[ginnsbaker]

OH MY GODDDDDD

Ive been so sick the past few days stuck in bed and just generally dying so imagine my excitement when i saw a new chapter (in my fever ive been very delusional and remembering the date has been the least of my concerns 💀)

BUT THEN IMAGINE MY HORROR WHEN THE SUMMARY HAD THE DREADED A WORD

ANGST 😭

no but in all seriousness the chapter was perfect first thing i wanna say mama reader is awesome her advice is so good and i love her i want one but her advice is gonna bite readers ass so hard cos like she said you’ve made your choice and im getting the impression reader’s decision is give it a chance but with Danny opening his big mouth its gonna make leigh unhappy so basically roles reversed 💀(i know ive been wanting him to and i’ll come back to this)

I liked the interaction with jules and leigh they’re not always on the same side but they’re still siblings who obviously care a lot for each other so it was cute especially jules remembering leighs comfort snack - i wonder if later for whatever reason leigh is sad or something and reader brings it to her and it just gets to her a bit that reader took the timt to learn the little things about her 🤔

I thought that reader knew leigh worked at the advice column cos originally i was like how are you this mad you knew she worked there and your submissions are very specific so it was obvious and easy to figure out so why you so mad but im guessing i just misunderstood (which in my current state seems about right) i do like how reader called leigh out on her hot and cold tho and while i do understand her reasons and okay maybe it tugged on my heartstrings just a little bit she did need to hear it not to hurt or upset her but so she can grow from it

HOWEVER can the two of you just call it even you both kept something from the other so call it a tie and start fresh cos you both want each other so kiss and make up cos when danny starts running his mouth i know miss shaw is gonna be mad a small deluded part of me is like maybe she will see the fact that it wasn’t readers thing to tell cos danny should’ve come clean about it but in those moments anger comes much quicker than any rational thought and especially after reader got mad at her for her secret if i was leigh i would get mad too (slight double standards) EVEN THO I WOULD NEVER BE IN THIS SITUATION COS I WOULDVE TOLD DANNY TO FUCK HIMSELF WHEN HE ASKED READER TO KEEP QUIET and i know i said i want danny to come clean but i didn’t mean like this 😭 not when reader was about to make things better (im assuming thats the decision they came to) its literally gonna be reader being all happy and excited and leigh pissed complete role reversal of the fight they just had and im scared

Also i was so worried danny was gonna hit her i was reader to beat his ass

I love your brain for coming up with this stuff but it hurts hopefully not forever tho (i swear im gonna need to reread your other more fluffy stuff to cope)

-🧃

Hello!!!

Actually, on that bit about Leigh working at the website part-time... Reader didn't know about that, just that Leigh used to work at the Beautiful Beast and then quit recently for another job.

Yeah, at first R was upset because Leigh pretended not to know about her feelings for her, but then that fact highlighted Leigh's treatment of her looking back. So she's more pissed about that, the inconsistencies, the hot and cold treatment.. but at the same time, she also remembers now what she went through herself losing her dad and brother. So R's mom encouraged R to extend her patience and understanding.

Yeah, Danny used the secret for his own benefit--again. I mean, he needs to do a lot of growing up, I guess. Or, I don't know. People do stupid stuff when they're heartbroken.

The second season of Sorry for Your loss kinda ended their relationship when Danny punched a wall :) So I kinda borrowed that scene :)

Whew! That was long, and I'm not complaining :D I love discussing the story with you as always :P Thanks for reading my dear!

[daddysmusicblog]

The Prince and the Princess

Sit down everyone let me tell you a story…

Once upon a time, there was a very lonely prince. The prince had a good life but something was missing. The prince had a big heart and it was full of love but, the prince had nobody to share it with. One night while hanging out with his friends the prince had a moment that would start a chain reaction of events that would change his life forever.

The prince had a friend who was babysitting a child for a co-worker. She brought the child with her to our weekly friend hangout. The prince loved children and had always wanted his own. The prince spent the whole night chasing the little boy and playing and talking about Finding Nemo. The boy loved his “Movie Fish”. The prince loved hanging out with his friends and playing and talking with the boy every week for the next month when his friend would babysit. One week the prince was hanging out when the child’s mother arrived.

The mother was gorgeous and sweet. She was tall and fair with long locks of curly hair. The young mother was a princess who had no prince and she was working hard to raise her child on her own. For several weeks the prince talked with the Princess and they became friends hanging out laughing and playing with her young son. The prince who had never experienced love before was a little oblivious to flirting or knowing when someone liked him. A few weeks into their new friendship the friend who was babysitting every week, politely said “Wake up idiot she’s into you!” The prince was dumbfounded. “How could someone so beautiful and full of spirit ever be into a big oblivious oaf like himself?” he thought. Against his fears of rejection, the young Prince who was a student at the time and the age of 20, got a job just to be able to afford to take the young Princess out on a date.

The prince saved up his money and finally got the courage to ask the Princess on a date. To the Prince’s amazement and elation, the princess agreed. For the next few months, they had their ups and downs but they were very happy together. After only four months the prince knew in his soul that she was the key to his heart and the future of his kingdom. The prince worked hard between school and his job but yet he didn’t have a lot of money. Not having wealth didn’t stop him from doing what his soul knew he had to do. One night while he was with his princess, he got down on one knee and presented his mother’s engagement ring to the princess. “Will you marry me and make me the happiest Prince in the universe?” The Princess with tears in her eyes looked at the ring as he placed it on her finger and said “Yes I will.”

A few short months later in front of all the friends and family in the kingdom they were wed in a beautiful winter forest with snow-covered trees and mountains. They were so happy together. The next few years were not without their share of trials and tribulations but the Prince and Princess were still happy. The prince took the child of the princess as his son and they had a princess and another prince together. The next few years were quite an adventure with their share of ups and downs but they were still a very happy family. One day a terrible storm fell over the kingdom. The storm carried a spell of doubt and deceit. The pestilence of mistrust and assumptions, the evil rumors of those seeking to do damage to the kingdom had crept in and took its toll. The prince blinded by the evil spell believed the Princess no longer loved him and was out to ruin and torture him. The prince left the kingdom and the storm followed him and the two were divorced.

Over the next couple of years, Prince tried and tried to find love again. The prince had met another and thought he would be happy and restore the kingdom. The woman he married however was not whom she said she was. The prince and the woman had another princess together. Even the new joy the prince found in the new child wasn’t enough to save the kingdom. The prince’s new wife ran off and had an affair with one of the prince’s most trusted friends. The prince was crushed his whole life had come apart and his kingdom was in ruins.

The prince so distraught with anger and the unshakeable feelings of failure and being unlovable tried to take his own life. The prince in the last effort to stop the pain tried to ride his horse off a cliff. Just as the horse was about to go over someone rode in front of him. “I may take my own life but I won’t take someone else’s with me.” Was his last thought. The prince yanked on the reins and turned his horse sharply away from the steep cliff. He turned to look for the one who rode in front of him but nobody was there. The prince immediately came to his senses and realized death wasn’t the answer. The prince knew his children needed him and that they were his kingdom and he vowed to never do that again. The prince knew he couldn’t fight the demon of depression alone so he decided to get help. The prince went to a hospital and they found the spell to break the curse.

A few months later it just so happened that the prince had his children for a visit. The prince loved his children more than life itself. As wonderful as they were his heart was still empty. One day while having the children over the princess arrived. The prince realized the princess was truly what he had been missing all along. He had never stopped loving her even though the curse had told him he didn’t. The Prince and the Princess started talking again and hanging out having fun together. One day they both realized that they still loved each other. Although there were deep scars from the past That their love and their bond were too strong to ever be broken.

The prince and princess have now been reunited for over 3 years. The Princess took the prince’s youngest daughter as her own and they are all a big happy family again. The kingdom has been restored and the love they share can conquer anything that life throws their way.

All the prince knew was that his place was right beside her, and that was all he wanted out of this life. Princess, you know my heart. I am going to ask you one more time. The prince dropped to one knee and asked the "Princess, will you marry me and make me the happiest prince in the universe?" She said yes, and that is all he needed in life. How do I know this story is true, you ask? I know it's true because I'm the prince.

[techycatartist]

For the first time in over a year, the sound of a hydraulically-powered launch rang out across Knott’s Berry Farm.

Ka pulled Xcelerator in for a tight embrace.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it here earlier, the flight got delayed a few hours���”

“Hey, there’s no need to apologize-- if there’s one thing I won’t fault anyone for, it’s not showing up on time…”

In typical Intamin fashion, “Xcel” missed its initially-scheduled reopening because the coaster needed more time to “wake up”. But once it did…it went down for technical issues shortly after. Regardless, Xcelerator was now operational for the foreseeable future.

“Apparently, I was supposed to re-open like…two-ish months ago. But allegedly something broke when they were testing my coaster and so Knott’s had to place an order for ANOTHER new part. Good thing it didn’t take as long, because it’s clear that I’ve missed A LOT of stuff. I mean…Cedar Fair and Six Flags are MERGING?! Have I woken up in some kind of alternate dimension?”

“No, no…this is our usual reality. It’s just that we’re now faced with the prospect of one company trying to deal with twenty-seven amusement parks. In my eyes, it’s only a matter of time before they start putting some of them up for sale. I can only hope that the parks that do find themselves in this situation can find a new operator…”

Following Xcel, Ka re-acquainted himself with the other Coasterdroids that called Knott’s their home. In Xcel’s absence, GhostRider had shifted their role as the sole “park leader”, though the two had been co-leaders ever since Montezooma passed the (metaphorical) baton to Xcel back in 2002.

Of course, a trip to the birthplace of the Boysenberry couldn’t be complete without indulging in one of the many treats offered by Knott’s that incorporated it into their recipe.

“Call it basic, but this berry was one of the things I missed the most. Well, that and Cordelia’s fried chicken. There’s a reason why we still serve it all these decades later…”

“Given that I was re-acquainted with it a few hours ago, I have to wholeheartedly agree”.

The rest of the afternoon was spent right at their coaster’s station; Xcel talked to their other cousins via video call, Ka occasionally adding to the conversation. It all happened as dozens of humans moved in and out of the vicinity, completely unaware of the pair’s presence.

“…Man, I didn’t expect to see Storm Runner break down like that. Emotionally, I mean”.

“While this may be because of our more frequent contact, I believe that they had missed you the most out of all of us. Given what they’ve been through, it must be a relief that you were just as they had remembered…”

This seemed to shift the mood of the conversation.

“Oh, right. I completely forgot. Wildcat’s Revenge is an entirely different Coasterdroid now”.

“They opened back in June, and yet their parkmates are still keeping Wildcat’s Revenge in the dark about it”.

“I can’t imagine being in their shoes— realizing that you took someone’s place, from someone who was never offering up their spot. But I don’t have to imagine how it feels to lose someone when their coaster’s still around…or at least part of it is”.

A plain, brown construction wall blocked entrance to anyone who wasn’t allowed to be there.

“When I woke up this morning, I noticed that Timberline wasn’t with the others. Turns out they had passed away a few months ago. Back in July, GhostRider woke up one day to find their coaster walled off— and it was completely demolished two weeks later”.

Xcel glanced down at the concrete, misplaced guilt creeping back into their soul.

“I know…I know. We’re not supposed to last forever. Tim’s manufacturer has been defunct for decades now. Their coaster was far from Knott’s star attraction— It was only a matter of time. But if Silver Dollar City can give a season’s notice for Fire In The Hole, what’s stopping other parks from following in their example? Is it because it was a “kiddy” coaster, and therefore didn’t deserve the park’s attention? I couldn’t help but be blindsided due to my situation, but why would you put my family through that?”

“It seems that Fire In The Hole is an exception to the norm, sadly. While some coasters may show their decline plainly, others are caught off-guard by their closure. Timberline may have been approaching an inoperable state, but if it wasn’t impossible to keep them around, they should have at least made it to New Year’s”.

“I can only hope that we’re welcoming someone else into our family next year; It’s the only thing that would make this less painful. But if Kings Island is still waiting for a Vortex successor, maybe I’m giving Cedar Fair— or the amalgamated “Six Flags”— too much credit. Unfortunately, Tim’s not the only one we’re missing around here…”

Montezooma’s loop-less structure stood above the two, seemingly abandoned.

“Monty should’ve been back by now. Everything else had been fixed up for the summer, but it’s almost 2024 and the only thing we have are their spikes. You probably know this already, but rumor has it that Knotts realized that KumbaK was the wrong choice— but by the time they figured it out, something had gone terribly wrong. Not the first time this has happened to Knott’s, though at least Windjammer…operated. Not consistently, mind you, but it was there for three years until Knotts had had enough and sued TOGO…”

Something about Xcel’s recount had struck a chord in Ka, though not in a good way.

“…Though it seems like money is the real issue here, because if they weren’t listening to their wallets, maybe we could’ve had Gerstlaurer handle the refurbishment. Y’know…the company that was FOUNDED by a former Schwarzkopf employee?”

“They had also handled Sooperdooperlooper’s new trains and Psyke Underground, if I recall”.

“Even better! They have prior experience working with Schwarzkopf’s coasters. But I guess KumaK's offer was too good to refuse…”

There was something else that came to Ka’s mind; a rumor that Zamperla had offered a multi-ride “package deal” to Cedar Fair. If true, it was the reason why Carowinds got a set of new flat rides this year. It was the reason why Cedar Point had installed Wild Mouse for their new “Boardwalk” section.

It was the reason why they were in charge of Top Thrill 2, instead of Intamin.

Though, a good price was not the only factor at hand.

Cedar Fair, perhaps more than any supposed discord between park and manufacturer, had become entirely disinterested in dealing with Intamin.

But Ka had hoped that the two would’ve “buried the hatchet” by now.

Instead, the reins were handed over to a manufacturer—while competent in their own right—had never taken on a project of this scale before.

“But even if they sue KumbaK, even if they win…I don’t think they can bring Monty back, Ka. I mean…the loop is gone-- and it was allegedly a complete mistake on the contractor’s part. Worse, they may have also damaged the foundation beyond repair. They may be able to make a new loop, but if they don’t have any strong ground to put it on, why would they even bother…”

“You recognize that these are all rumors, right? It’s not wise to assume all of that is true, or if any of it was in the first place”.

“It’s hard to ignore them when Knott’s has said nothing about it, and if all of that isn’t the reason why their coaster is half-demolished, then what is?”

Xcel’s composure was rapidly degrading.

“If it was going to end up like this, they should’ve just laid Monty to their eternal rest. That way, we would know for sure that they’re gone…!”

At that moment, not providing Xcel with the emotional comfort they needed would be cruel— but Ka’s mind had already latched on to the apparent parallels between Montezooma and TT2.

Frankly, it was odd that Xcel hadn’t noticed it themselves, or even asked Ka about TT2.

So, in that moment, Ka buried his feelings and helped Xcel process their grief.

Realistically, it was likely that the refurbished “MonteZOOMa” would have little memory of their past life, given the drastic changes; this also applied to TT2. Ka was already grappling with the idea that the connection they had with their sibling has been lost to time.

The thing worse than losing his sibling in spirit would be to bear witness to TT2’s failure.

Zamperla had, at the very least, made good on their intention to refurbish it.

But just a little over a month later….

A video had been attached to a text message.

“Their coaster has hit a major milestone. I feel that TT2’s return is imminent…”

On the morning of December 13th, Top Thrill 2 completed its first full-circuit test, accompanied by the sound of their excited parkmates.

To say that Ka was relieved was an understatement.

Given the time difference, Xcel wouldn’t see his message a few hours later— but he knew it would be a great thing to wake up to.

After all, it had only been a couple of days since Knott’s formally announced “Snoopy’s Tenderpaw Twister”, a Zamperla-made kiddy coaster and intended successor to Timberline Twister.

Ka forwarded the footage to Xcel with his own message;

“Good Morning. Millennium sent me this footage today— it has brought hope that I desperately needed, and I think it will also bring some to you”.

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20 Questions for fic writers

Thank you @petite-libellule-ao3 for the tag <3

How many works do you have on AO3?

10… 4 of them are WIPs

What’s your total AO3 word count?

740,796

What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter, Hogwarts Mystery, Labyrinth, and My Hero Academia… hoping to work on Hogwarts Legacy and Magic Awakened

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It’s Only Forever (Labyrinth), As the World Falls Down (Labyrinth), My Quirkless Hero Academia (MHA), Melody Riddle and the Sorcerer’s Stone (Harry Potter), Melody Riddle and the Goblet of Fire (Harry Potter)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to all comments because I love that connection to the people that enjoy reading my work. It feels like it’d be insulting not to give thanks.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Melody Riddle and the Order of the Phoenix is the angstiest by far, she had a very tough year.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Err… I’d have to say It’s Only Forever for the Goblin King finally getting the girl.

Do you get hate on fics?

I’ve had hate on Melody Riddle in general from people calling her a Mary Sue.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Never done that, there’s no smut in my fics. I’m debating if I even want to.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

None of my current works on AO3 are crossovers (though my second Labyrinth fic has a hidden crossover), but I wrote them when I first started on fanfiction.net. The craziest one I did (that I don’t know what happened to it) was a crossover between Treasure Planet, Quest for Camelot, Sinbad and the Iron Giant….. don’t ask.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Novel HD posted a majority of Melody Riddle and the Order of the Phoenix before I finished it. Which is sad because I’ve seen good writers leave Wattpad because it happened to their original works.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Never have.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I tried, but we didn’t keep in contact very well.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don’t know, I should just say that’s too difficult of a question. Every romantic lead people I see in a book or movie I’ll automatically consider my favorite.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don’t want to doubt any of them, because then I’ll really give up. I haven’t been able to work on them like I want to because my real life has been spiraling out of my control, leaving my imagination lacking, but like I did when I stopped writing Order of the Phoenix for years… I didn’t give up hope of finishing it, and when I finally got back to it I worked at it until I did!

So in essence, I don't doubt I'll finish any of them. :D

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue mainly, plus coming up with certain scenes far ahead of time and having notes ready to work with when I make it to the scenes in question. When I allow my imagination to roam during my day, I can come up with a lot to jot down before I’m ready to write it.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I can’t help but try to make each chapter as perfect as possible right away. I know a book is better written on one swoop, and THEN edited, but I just can’t help myself. It’s why some things will remain WIPs for a while.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve considered it since I’m trying to learn Spanish, but I also don’t want to offend anyone if  I get it so wrong that it’s obvious it’s not even the character’s native language. I’ve also considered making my own language, but THAT is way too much energy.

First fandom you wrote for?

Eesh… it was back on fanfiction.net that I wrote a fic for Heart No Kuni No Alice — the manga version of Alice in Wonderland. I created a character to fall for the Cheshire Cat because I adored him so. But even that’s gone because I just looked at it one day and cringed so hard I took it down, it’s either completely deleted or hiding on my old missing laptop.

As far as fanfiction.net considers it though, the other one I wrote before Melody Riddle that’s still on there is one for the video game I played relentlessly for Petz Dogz 2 that I called The Magic Hat. For some reason, though I know it’s bad, I can’t bear to delete it.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Do I have to choose? Oh, all right, my favorite one has frankly been Melody Riddle and the Order of the Phoenix. When I was first edging the chapters out, my writing had improved by leaps and bounds and just the fact that I saw it was exciting to me. Plus it’s the most trouble I’ve ever given her as a character, and I’m sorry to say that I sincerely enjoyed making her life a living hell and watching her try to make the most of it.

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20 Questions for fic writers

How many works do you have on A03?

46

What’s your total A03 word count?

478,463

What fandoms do you write for?

The Handmaid’s Tale, Spiral from the book of Saw, The Black Jewels Trilogy by Anne Bishop, Once Upon a Time, The Mandalorian,

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Reclaimed, Reunion, Smut and Missing Scenes for S3/S4/S5, Ghosts, Laid Bare

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Of course I do. THAT connection is why I do it🖤

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oof something with Tina for sure 😅. That’s our signature.

Indulgences will be it but it’s not finished.

But finished I think the Hero’s Sacrifice.

That’s the closest I got to Atwood’s Gilead. So dark I couldn’t finish it for years. Bc as with all writing - the darkness therein is my own. Finishing that story was a major mental health breakthru. ✊🏻

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmmmm. Recovery.

Do you get hate on fics?

Nah. I get hate on ME. Everyone likes the writing.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

*looks at camera like Jim from the office.*

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

They’re all in my head. Hopefully this summer.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I wrote the ending for S4 in 2019. Nick and June meet in the woods to kill Fred themselves. Nick quotes scripture over him. Let’s June make the kill.

But seeing it on screen was the honor of my life.

So no.

One of my ideas may have been adopted and raised by ppl w better resources and turned out better than I could ever have made it alone. 🖤🖤🖤

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes into Russian 🖤

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Mmhm. Many. It’s my greatest joy.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Kyle Reece and Sarah Connor

Me x Christian Slater

Me x Early 90’s alt rock

Me x self sabotage

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Hero’s Sacrifice needs more healing chapters. But I need to heal first. Not there yet.

What are your writing strengths?

Unlimited imagination.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Too many ideas

Too little discipline

A. D. H. D.

Mental fucking illness and PTSD

Addicted to escaping reality and getting too high to write

Ego

Obsessive Perfectionism

Crippling fear of rejection

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Only if I speak it and can be certain the context, vernacular etc are included and representative of real use.

First fandom you wrote for? Nick x June. (Reunion)

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Recovery 🖤

Or Restraint 🔥

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Bro you should do a ‘man united references in music’ post

this isn’t definitive but here we goo

attitude - dave 

i go trapstar, and get my girl clothes, and spend the paul pogba, that’s a peugeot

100ms - dave 

my striker’s 18 with a hightop, this kid’s looking like marcus rashford

know me from - stormzy

i come to your team and i fuck shit up, I’m david moyes

wickedskengman part 4 - stormzy

i’m the grime scene’s lukaku / 6’5 black guy, mad fly, put me up top

daily duppy - youngsteflon 

my young g that’s my smallest shooty, he go hard for the team so I call him rooney

marcus rashford by youngsteflon 

score bare goals last year, got charged up and crashed it / now they playing up front, coming like marcus rashford

try put my young guy on the wing, coming like anthony martial

english breakfast - skepta 

my man are United like giggs, I will never leave my young gunners like thierry

back 2 back - headie one 

treat these opps like united at a home match, it’s nothing but red tops

all hallows - casisdead 

yeah we fucking party, middle fingers up like fuck the tory party / they’re about as far right wing as nani, so we start riots like we just lost the derby

warm up sessions - kamakaze 

doing gigs after games like his sister-in-law

hattrick - chip

man united with the flow, i done the treble on him

death penalty - ghetts 

11-a-side, man united with the devil and strike

blatant truth - big zuu

old school, man ah clap man like vidić

play your position (beckham) - merky ace

get a boot in the face like beckham, take man down in less than a second

smooth with it - pat lagoon 

ball through your legs like john o shea / who's out next / ole ole (ahvsdvs this came out this january can you tell)

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࿔*:･ﾟCo-Stars: That’s a Wrap | H.S

↝ pairing: Harry Styles x actress!readwr

↝ faceclaim: Daisy Edgar Jones <3

↝ summary: Filming’s done.

↝ warnings: cursing

↝ a/n: I love Emma Watson. Should I start making blurbs for this? Also this isn’t the last of the co-stars series, there’s many more coming ;)

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emmawatson The previous months have shown me the reason why I pursued filmmaking. The concept of this film started off as a small story that I wrote in a notebook and hid in a drawer in my desk for years. I would come back to this notebook for many months until I mustered the courage to propose this idea to a production company a year and a half later. It took months of rejection until I finally got the green light to turn this story into a film. Thank you to everyone who has been patient with me and teaching me along the way through my directorial journey. I have learned an incredible amount and am forever grateful for this experience. To everyone who was part of this production thank you from the bottom of my heart for the hard work and kindness you have all brought to this film. To Harry and Y/n, you have both brought so much love and light to set every single day and I thank you for creating such a loving and safe environment for all of us. This film would not have been the same with either of you, I love you both so so SO much! I should probably end my little speech here or else this caption might be paragraphs long…but once again THANK YOU! And that’s a wrap on Sunshine!!!!💛🌻🌞

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yourinstagram EMMA!! You have been such a joy to work with and I’m excited for this new journey you’re on. Thank you for allowing me to be part of your beautiful and unique story, I love you and this film so much❤️❤️❤️❤️

ynfan1 in her active era

ynfan2 HI MOM

emmafan1 Can’t wait to see this movie Em!!!

harrystyles It has been the biggest honor to work with you and I will be forever blessed to have lived this experience. Thank you for allowing me to be part of it, all the love❤️ x

ynfan3 not Y/n and Harry commenting 30 seconds apart from each other..

harryfan1 @ynfan3 I wouldn’t look into it lmao

harryfan2 For once can you all not ship these two together, they literally commented on something their director posted about the film. Stop making it about them it’s about Emma🙄

harryfan3 why is no one literally talking about the picture???🧍‍♀️

harryfan3 Their arms around each other makes me sob

harryfan4 Imagine being that CLOSE to Harry fucking Styles

ynfan4 They really are the cutest people on the planet

ynfan5 Emma confirming that Y/n and Harry are two of the most loveliest people ever

harryfan5 they’re both my comfort people, I love them sm🥺

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yourinstagram And that my lovely friends is a wrap on Sunshine💛! This has been such an incredible experience and it’s been quite the ride. I had the benefit of working with some of the most talented and remarkable people in the business and it has been the greatest honor of getting to know you all. I have made many friends and memories that I will forever look back on. This film means a lot to me but most importantly to our marvelous director @/emmawatson✨ Thank you again for allowing me to be part of this story and your journey as a director, I wish you nothing but the best on this new chapter in your life and I will always support you! A special thank you goes to my wonderful co-star @/harrystyles❤️ You have grown to become a close friend of mine and I admire you. I’ll miss you and our late night Love Island binging, best of luck on tour you rockstar :) Lastly, a HUGE thank you to everyone who helped operate our set, whether you worked on set, behind the scenes, or in the editing rooms we as a cast appreciate your hard work for taking good care of us. I love you all so much and hope to see you all soon xxx

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ynfan6 she has the biggest heart I swear🥺

ynfan7 “I admire you” I.ADMIRE.YOU😭

emmawatson you’re a gem❤️

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harryfan6 she’s so real for flipping Harry off RIGHT to his face❤️

ynfan8 icon behavior💅

harrystyles all the love sunny💛

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ynfan8 NEW NICKNAME UNLOCKED OMG

harryfan7 SUNNY HE CALLS HER SUNNY

harryfan8 God has favorites and Y/n is one of them.

harryfan9 very active today Harold👀

harryfan10 don’t know why I’ve never been an Y/n fan but seeing how genuine and thoughtful she is makes me want to protect her with every ounce of my being, bless her ugh

harryfan11 The fact that she calls him rockstar and they binge love island together late at night LIKE JUST KISS ALREADY PLEASE

ynfan9 a man and a woman can be friends without being in a romantic relationship!!!!

harryfan12 they’re a couple of besties🥰

ynfan10 I’m sorry but they make it so hard NOT to ship them💀

gemmastyles I’d like to clarify that I’ll be seeing this movie for you and only you <3

harryfan13 GEMMA?!!!

harryfan14 UM HI GEMMA

ynfan11 clearly y’all were shipping Y/n with the wrong Styles🤭

harryfan15 the better Styles

Y/n’s Instagram Story:

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harrystyles Just wrapped a little film called Sunshine. Had the honor of working with two of the most gifted women I’ve ever met. Women truly are powerful and are capable of creating spectacular stories just like male directors. I hope this film brings more recognition to female directors around the world. It’s been a huge honor working beside Y/n and Emma, you are both unbelievable. Thank you for having me, I love you all. H.

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harryfan16 Harry “I love women” Styles

harryfan17 Already doing better than the shit show behind DWD🤭

ynfan12 Oop—

ynfan13 brutal but true

harryfan18 At least we get to see Harry and Flo in the same movie again without the drama!!

harryfan19 Flo’s in this movie???

harryfan18 @/harryfan19 yes she is! She has a smaller role, but she’s very much in it☺️

ynfan14 honestly was not expecting Harry to post, but I’m here for it

harryfan20 him and Y/n are both so active today I’m not used to it

1dfan1 it’s giving 2015 Harry❤️

harryfan21 pls my heart😭

1dfan2 the nostalgia that just hit me

harryfan22 Photographerry📸

yourinstagram love you lots❤️

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ynfan15 I hate the both of you, I’m not supposed to ship y’all

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harryflorals UNSEEN OF HARRY AND Y/N ON THE SUNSHINE SET

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ynfan16 THE LITTLE HATS

ynfan17 NEVER GETTING OVER THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE

harryfan23 FROGGY HATS FROGGY HATS FROGGY HATS FROGGY HATS🐸

ynfan18 she’s so small next to him

ynfan19 Rockstar and sunny💛

harryfan24 are jumpers his new thing? Will we be seeing jumpers on tour??

ynfan20 Jumpers on Tour 2022

ynfan21 they’re literally my faves I love them

ynfan22 he has a hat, a mask, and the picture is mad blurry but I know DAMN well he’s looking fine asl

harryfan25 @/harrystyles what is that pose?

harryflorals awkward hands smh

ynscamera MY PARENTS

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harryflorals HARRY HAVING LUNCH WITH THE CAST OF SUNSHINE

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ynscamera WAS Y/N THERE?

harryflorals THERES A SLITHER OF HER IN THE SECOND PICTURE

ynfan23 “A SLITHER”😭😭

ynscamera @/ynscloset dare you to find her exact outfit using the second pic

ynfan24 @/ynscloset

ynfan25 @/ynscloset do it bestie

ynfan26 @/ynscloset

ynscloset I fucking hate all of you🙄

harryfan26 comfy Harry🤎

harryfan27 I wonder what he’s eating

harryfan28 a plate full of peas

harryfan29 beans.

florencefan1 I was at the same place they were at! They were eating at this lowkey cafe/restaurant kind of place and were all so chill, everyone seemed to get along great and there was lots of laughing :)

ynfan27 omg you saw them???

florencefan1 @/ynfan27 I did! They’re all still in London

ynfan28 did you happen to see Harry and Y/n interacting?👀

florencefan1 @/ynfan28 They were sitting a few seats apart, Y/n sat next to Elizabeth Olsen:) I got to see them all leave and Harry was instantly beside Y/n, he had an arm around her when they left!!

harryfan30 Harry the simp

ynfan29 I didn’t see it with my own eyeballs but they’re so cute

ynfan30 fine I’ll ship them #y/nrry