#what if we were 'guy who has a good head on his shoulders and recognises our low social positions and looks out for his friends in similar

[microwaving-tesilid-argente]

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[unformula1]

Hii! Saw your request for requests. Can we have something with Reader meeting a driver unexpectedly while shopping it partying or working out, whatever and neither one realises the other is a celebrity until they mention it to their friends or coworkers

who…? (OP81 x gn!Reader)

you meet oscar while shopping for clothes, neither of you recognise each other, much to the dismay of your friends. w/c: 936 a/n: hi! if you want any other driver please dont be afraid to ask!!! (masterlist) TW: cluelessness, a few uses of y/n (and one use of y/n_l/n)

Your fingers glide through the row of neatly hung shirts. You stay focused on the shirts, not really caring about anyone else in your surroundings. 

As your sights land on a black graphic tee, you place one hand on the shirt and abruptly stop in your tracks. Before anything else can happen, someone walks directly into you, causing you to stumble back. 

You curse under your breath but look up and sheepishly apologise to the man.

“Sorry-” He says first, with a thick Australian accent no one could miss.

With one hand still on the graphic tee, you nod subtly and apologise.

The man’s eyes are glued on the shirt which you have your hands on. 

One of his hands slides up to the back of his neck as he rubs it, clearly thinking about something.

“Sorry, did you want this shirt?” You ask, to which the man nods.

“Yea- but I mean if you were planning on getting it…” His words slowly descend into just a mumble of sounds.

“It’s just that it has my name on it and I thought it was pretty cool.” The man points to the giant words on the shirt.

“Oscar?” You raise an eyebrow and the man nods rather violently.

“Yea, my name’s Oscar. Piastri. Oscar Piastri, so yea, pretty cool shirt.”

You shrug and hand him the shirt, “Well, you can take it, not like it says y/n or anything…”

“That’s my name.” You clarify and Oscar nods in response.

Oscar takes the shirt from you and smiles, “Thanks.” 

“No problem, have a good day.” You smile as he walks off.

The interaction is clearly not something you were expecting but you continue on your day, picking out another shirt before heading off.

—

“So… anything interesting happen?” Your friend says, leaning back on their chair.

“Yea, I had a weird thing happen at the thrift store.” You say.

“Spill.”

“I was looking at this shirt and then this guy bumped into me and asked me if he could have the shirt since it had his name on it.” You recount.

“What was his name?”

“Oscar. Piastri, or something like that.” You draw random shapes in the air as you speak.

Your friend chokes on her water, almost spitting it onto you.

“Oscar Piastri?”

“Yea, I didn’t know-”

“You met Oscar Piastri?”

“Yes… am I supposed to know him?”

Your friend is exasperated, “And you didn’t like… take a photo or anything?”

“I mean, he didn’t really ask for it, would’ve been pretty weird…”

“THE OSCAR PIASTRI!?”

—

“THE Y/N!” Lando’s jaw is almost on the floor.

“I mean… yes?” Oscar’s shoulders slowly shrug up.

“AND YOU DIDN’T TAKE A PHOTO OR ANYTHING?” Lando screeches with the decibel levels capable of deafening someone.

“Well- it would’ve been weird to just… say that.” Oscar tries to justify.

“THE Y/N? FOURTEEN TIME GRAMMY WINNER?” Lando violently shakes Oscar, “AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN LIKE-”

Lando sighs loudly, clearly unable to form any more coherent sentences.

—

“OSCAR PIASTRI? F1 ROOKIE OF THE YEAR? THE GUY WHO WON THE QATAR SPRINT LAST YEAR? PROBABLY THE BEST F1 ROOKIE?”

Your friend is almost shouting in incoherent sentences.

You cover your ears, “Okay! Chill- I’ll google him or something…”

You take out your phone and google the name ‘Oscar Piastri’. The search results tell you all you need to know about Oscar Piastri. 

“Okay… wow, so my bad on that-” You chuckle awkwardly, “I mean, he was pretty nice.”

“You BETTER somehow, someway get a photo with him!” Your friend grabs your shoulders and shakes you.

“Okay, okay!” You raise your hands in surrender.

Your friend goes to refill her cup of water which leaves you alone, pondering.

Oscar Piastri. He seemed pretty tame, and pretty sweet. Your interaction with him made you feel… an odd sense of comfort, not being begged for photos when all you wanted was to buy clothes.

It was the first time in a while and you kinda liked it.

You take a selfie, and post it to your story.

Your fingers hover over the keyboard.

When you meet THE Oscar Piastri and don’t realise until an hour later.

You chuckle at your own joke. 

ps. nice shirt.

You smile, content with yourself as you post the story, turning off your phone and putting it on the table.

—

Lando shoves the phone in Oscar’s face.

“LOOK!” Lando shrieks.

“The y/n knows you exist!” Lando cheers.

“You better fix this, or maybe I’ll NEVER get a photo with ‘em EVER!” Lando shouts into Oscar’s ear.

Oscar rubs his temples and sighs, “Alright, alright Lando.”

He searches your name on instagram, following you before opening your story and liking it.

He sends a message your way by replying to the story.

oscarpiastri: Hi :) 

He doesn’t really know what else to say.

You hesitate to respond, you think hard about what to say back. You don’t even know what you’re worried about.

y/n_l/n: hello mr oscar piastri.

—

A few months pass and you find yourself standing in a paddock belonging to McLaren.

“Hello 14-time Grammy Winner.” You hear a voice come from behind.

You have to admit, F1 wasn’t something you thought you’d be interested in, yet here you were, with the help of your friend.

“Hello Mr Piastri.” You say and smile when you see him wearing the shirt.

“Guess we should formally introduce ourselves?” He chuckles and you nod.

You clear your throat, “Can I get a photo, Mr Piastri, I’m a huge fan.”

Oscar laughs and pats your shoulder.

“May I get a photo with you?”

[disneyprincemuke]

in the late night, in a disguise

alternatively: of course people recognise her at 3am

in which logan has to dress entirely differently to run some late-night errands with her in the uk

(series masterlist)

"are you sure this is discreet enough for me to be seen holding your hand in public?" was what logan had asked her about an hour ago before they stepped out of their apartment.

discreet enough meant an oversized puffer jacket that covered nothing, and a simple cap to sort of shield himself away from being recognised too quick. though, the argument he tried to race was that he's not worried it would be him that would be spotted; it's her after the year she just had.

she simply answered him with a: "it's three in the morning, nobody's out on the streets at this time of the hour."

what she failed to factor in was that there's a local club that will close during the time they arrive at the convenience store about two blocks from their apartment.

logan's eyes widen at the crowd that's spilling out from the doors up ahead and drops his head low, pulling the hat further down his head as if it would help him shield himself from the reality of being found.

his oblivious girlfriend, however, keeps her lingering stare on the half-tipsy and stumbling bouts of clubgoers. she taps her fingers against the back of his, swinging their hands gently as he pushes the door open to reel her away from being recognised with his hand in hers.

"hm, what were we planning on getting again?" she asks softly, scanning the empty convenience store. "i want orange juice. could you help me find orange juice?"

"absolutely. meet at the cashier in 5 minutes?" logan asks, squeezing her hand very quickly as she tears herself away from him.

"okay. don't get anything stupid, logan."

"what makes you say that?"

"just don't," she sighs, flashing him one last smile before she disappears into the aisle right by the fridge.

five minutes pass by quicker than logan expected because he's still staring at the shelves of instant noodles. he just can't simply figure out which exactly he wants to get and eat once they make their way back.

perhaps meeting her a minute or so late wouldn't hurt. so he takes his time contemplating a list in his head, comparing flavours and brands before he settles for a pack of noodles that she would also very much enjoy.

while he walks the aisle leading towards the cashiers, he catches a glimpse of the pink jacket she's decided to wear out tonight. a smile stretches his lips as he calls out to her, "babe, sorry i'm late. i was- oh no."

when he steps out from the corner, catching a glimpse of the area, there's a group of three girls with beaming grins and their phones out. their eyes quickly shift over to him, their eyes widening even more as they slowly process the word that's just been said.

one girl, who had been in the middle of retouching her lipstick for a picture with the (y/n), drops her hand in shock as she looks at logan. then she looks at the driver in pink. "you guys are-"

"i'll pay you good money not to tell anybody," his girlfriend quickly says, hands darting out to gently touch her shoulder with pleading eyes. "can you guys keep a secret?"

"depends, how much are you willing to give to keep it a secret?" one of the girls giggles, a hand covering her lips. though, she straightens her back and her smile disappears when the driver's eyes start to tear up. "wait, i'm joking. of course, we can keep a secret!"

his girlfriend sniffles, wiping her nose on the cuff of her jacket. "are you sure? i can pay you something, i swear!"

"(y/n), no," logan says softly, pulling her back a couple of steps into his body. with a hand protectively on her shoulder, he smiles at the girls, tilting his head. "yeah, we are, but like... in secret."

one of the girls giggles, grabbing her friend's shoulder. "see, i told you they're dating."

the girl with her lipstick in hand, smiles before she puts it away into her bag once more. "that's cool," she admits with a nod. "can i take a picture with your girlfriend, though? meeting her is cooler than finding out something everybody speculates every other week."

"oh," the driver whispers, patting her eyes to dry the tears that had formed. "you think i'm cool?" she turns to logan and tugs at his jacket. "she thinks i'm cool."

"are you kidding?" another girl snorts. "you easily beat those guys on the track - you're amazing."

logan steps forward and puts his things down in the same place she'd momentarily put her stuff. he takes her phone from her jacket pocket and steps out. "absolutely. she's pretty cool, right?"

— bonus

"i can't believe they thought i was cool," she squeaks, tapping her card against the reader. "can you believe that? i'm getting recognised outside the paddocks."

"you're pretty cool, babe," logan grins giddily, holding the door for her as she walks in. "i think i lucked out asking you to be my girlfriend."

she rolls her eyes, waving away his statement. she presses the button to call for an elevator, then takes a step towards him. she tugs at the hem of his shirt as she leans into him and she looks up. "sorry someone saw us. you were right - we should have just stayed in."

"it's okay as long as you're okay with it," logan smiles, leaning down to chastely kiss her. "but this will happen more. you're growing to be quite the household name. i'm convinced i'm retiring as a wag rather than an f1 driver."

she frowns. "don't say that! next season will be much better for you."

"for us."

taglist: @myxticmoon

[spacebagfullofstars]

Evolution X-Men meeting Deadpool for the first time

An idea for the first episode Deadpool would appear in the show. It'd take place during early season 2. I don't have enough ideas to write the whole thing but here's the introduction

After the Brotherhood fled and the old warehouse was empty once more, the X-Men could finally focus on their unexpected guest. Through the darkness where he stood, they could see him sheathing his katanas and stretching his arms.

"Phiii-ew! Nothing like a good workout after a mind-numbingly boring sail home!" He said, rolling his neck and shoulders. "Warms my cold, unfeeling heart to see the streets just as crime-infested as I left them!"

After a second, the man stepped towards them and into the light. The younger members of the X-Men couldn't help, but gasp when he revealed himself to them.

The person who joined their fight was wearing a red and black costume that covered his whole body, including his face. Outside of the twin katanas on his back, he had two gun pouches attached to the sides of a multi-pocketed belt. His white eyes stared at them with unclear intent.

"You?!" While Kitty, Rogue and Kurt were intimidated by his presence, Scott and Jean stood their ground. They appeared to be more disgusted than afraid. Surprisingly, the man seemed to recognise them as well.

"Jeanie! Scottie! Long time no see! Come here and give uncle Deadpool a hug!" He said, spreading his arms. Before he ran at them, Jean used her powers to throw him into the air. His enthusiasm faltered.

"Cold. I guess you don't want all the radical gifts I bough you abroad!" He said, starting to levitate upside down. "Do kids these days still say it? Do they say 'radical'? I hate that word. I hope it'll die out quickly."

"You know this weirdo?" Kitty whispered to them.

"He calls himself Deadpool." Jean stated. "He used to break into the Institute regularly."

"That's all you have to say about little ol' me?" Deadpool interrupted, then traced a line from his eye down his cheek. "You can't see it, but I just shed a sad tear. I thought we were friends."

"We're not-"

"As (I'm pretty sure) my pop used to say, if you want something done right, do it yourself!" The mercenary clapped his hands, interrupting her again. He kicked his legs and pushed himself back up so he could face them properly.

"I go by many names! Deadpool is one, but some prefer to call me the Merc with the Mouth!" He stated, pointing his thumbs at himself. "The world-famous mercenary willing to do any kind of job for a good pay, weapon expert, master of all known fighting styles and three times Champion of Hot Dog Eating in West Virginia! This city used to belong to me, but the merc job is unforgiving and I had to leave it for like twenty years!"

"We haven't seen you in two years." Scott corrected.

"It felt like twenty to me, so it must've been! Now I come back and see that you X-Dorks grew in numbers!" Deadpool continued, then crossed his arms and looked away. "Not that I'm bitter, or anything. I can do so much better than your little rich kid houseclub anyway."

"... Wait, he was an X-Man?!" Rouge asked, baffled.

"Professor tried giving him a chance once." Jean sighed. "He almost blew up the mansion."

"Like that old thing doesn't blow up every other week, am I right, guys?" Deadpool snorted and rose his hand. Outside of the distance between them, no one was willing to give him a high five. He waited a few more seconds and then high fived himself.

"Is it bad that he kinda reminds me of Kurt when he has too much sugar?" Kitty snickered.

"Don't even joke like that!" Kurt didn't like that.

"The only difference is that Kurt isn't..." Scott began, then whistled and swirled his finger around the side of his head.

"I believe the term you're looking for is 'able to think outside the box', three eyes." Deadpool overheard them and air quoted. Without any warning, he disappeared in a small flash of energy.

"What the-?!" Kurt cried out as they all stepped back in surprise. After a second, the mercenary reappeared behind them.

"And who those adorable new faces might be?" His voice startled them all. "No, no, don't tell me! You look like Jessica," He said, pointing at surprised Kitty. "Your super power is shrinking. You look like Bridget and you love being different!" He pointed at Rogue, making her scoff at him. "And you look like Elvis! You have an eternal bad hair day!" He said, pointing at Kurt.

"What?" The blue boy squinted.

"Deadpool, stay away from them!" Scott warned, flashing his visor in readiness. "Whatever you came here for, you're not getting it from us!"

"Look at you all grown up and shouting orders like a boss man! Relax, kid, I have no quarrel with you today. I just wanted to catch up and meet new people! Speaking of..." Deadpool said, then reloaded his gun that he suddenly grabbed. Something darkened in his eyes. "Where's Wolverine?"

The other X-Men could see Jean and Scott getting tense. It seemed that despite their distate, they were scared of the man after all.

Suddenly, Deadpool seemed to hear something and his head perked up a bit. They could almost see a smirk forming on his face.

"Right on the clock." He mused. He spun his gun in his hand, then without any warning, whipped back and fired a single shot.

Wolverine had entered the warehouse and managed to sneak behind them. He quickly released his claws and slashed the bullet mid-air. Before other X-Men could stop him, Deadpool switched, pulled out his katanas and teleported again. He reappeared right in front of Logan and took a swing at him. His weapons and the mutant's claws clashed.

"Kurt, get everyone outta here!" The X-Man shouted. The boy nodded. The kids came closer and he teleported them away, leaving the two alone.

"I had a feelin' I smelled a rottin' brain somewhere!" Wolverine growled.

"You're the one to talk, dog-breath!" Deadpool retorted, trying to slash him again. Wolverine blocked him. "Dog, or bear, or some other animal that smells bad! I don't want to say badger, because I feel like I'd be beating a dead horse at this point-"

"I miss the silence already!" Logan said. He roared and tried to throw a punch.

Meanwhile, the group reappeared outside.

"What does this Deadpool guy want with Logan?!" Rouge couldn't help, but grow concerned.

"They have... history." Scott explained. "I'm pretty sure they hate each other."

"Like he and Sabertooth?" Kitty asked.

"Honestly? We have no idea." Jean admitted. "It's best to just stay out of the way and let Logan handle it. He always does."

As soon as she said that, they heard an explosion that made them jump. Suddenly, Wolverine fell out of a window with a trail of smoke following him. Deadpool jumped after him and skilfully landed on the ground. When he stood up, the kids saw that he was holding a bomb with his face painted on it.

"He has explosives?!" Kurt shouted, tugging his hair. Logan returned on his feet, smoke from the explosion still dancing on his body.

"I thought you were done takin' bounties on me!" He shouted.

"I am, but it's an emergency!" Deadpool said, throwing the bomb from hand to hand. "I need this money more than I need food and water!"

"A sellout through and through!" Wolverine said, then charged back. Deadpool let him get close, teleported, and then tried to throw a bomb at him from the distance. Logan kicked it right into the ocean and it exploded in the water.

The mercenary quickly switched back to his katanas and charged with full force at his opponent. There was a lot of slashing, dodging and rolling involved. Neither of them managed to reach each other for a good while. Finally, Wolverine used an opportunity to pin Deadpool to the ground with one arm behind his back.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" He cried. "That's foul play! You're disqualified for being a bad sport!"

"Cry me a river, Wilson." Logan tsked. "Whoever hired you must've not known that you always lose to me."

"Yeah. That might be true." The mercenary said, another almost visible smirk appearing on his face. Little did Wolverine know, his free arm was trying to reach for a hidden pocket in his costume. "By the way, don't think that I forgot to bring a souvenir or two for my bestest friend. Why don't you let me go so I can show it to you?"

"I ain't lettin' you go that easily, bub. You're gonna tell me exactly who sent you and what kinda money made you break your promise."

"Oh, I love to talk! Especially with you!" He quietly unzipped the pocket and reached inside. "But you know I can't talk about my employers. Merc 101. Buuuut, I can tell you all about the crazy places I've been to for the past two years! I learned like three different languages! Do you want me to say something in Chinese?"

"If you're tryin' to make me angry, it ain't gonna work. We've been doin' this song and dance long enough for me to know when you're lookin' for a distraction."

"Awww, you care about me enough to know my strategy! You so deserve that little treat I bought you!"

"Logan, look out!" Rouge shouted, but she was too late. Logan felt a sharp sting in his leg. He gasped and quickly pushed himself off Deadpool. He looked down and saw a dart sticking from his thigh. The X-Men were ready to intervene.

"Do not get involved!" Logan snarled, sensing their intent. His head was already beginning to spin.

"Yeah, you better listen to Papa Wolvie! This is between us adults!" Deadpool shouted, looking at them as well. The mutant suddenly fell to his knees, trying to fight whatever Deadpool injected into him, but it seemed stronger than his healing factor. His eyes started feeling heavy, and finally, he fell lifelessly on the ground.

"Logan!" The kids yelled. Jean was already floating whatever she could to throw at Deadpool.

"Don't worry, X-Kids! I promise to give him back as soon as I get my money! Follow your dreams and stay in school!" Deadpool gave them a peace sign before he kneeled in front of Wolverine and teleported away with him.

[beybaldes]

but I ignore things, and I move sideways

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent x gn!reader

summary : “defending them against everyone, even when they’re not there to witness it” requested by anon

content warning : i make everyone out to be a dick for the sake of the plot

an : i <3 roy kent and I hope he is happy forever !! title comes from ‘growing sideways’ by Noah Kahan I really recommend great song and no skip album!!

“I’m just saying, since his injury, he has become a has been. There is no shame to it, it is just a fact.”

Usually, you’d let Jan Mass’s bluntness slide, given - as each member of the team had explained to you at some point - he wasn’t mean, just Dutch. Usually, his casual cruelness in the name of being honest didn’t concern Roy, however.

“Unfortunately, I have to agree.” Dani added, surprising you and the rest of the room. “If a baby was born today, they wouldn’t know ‘Roy Kent, football legend’ they know ‘Roy Kent, coach for Richmond.”

While Dani’s words greatly discredited and diminished Roy’s career to his post-injury life, his kinder explanation had the rest of the lads humming and nodding in agreement.

“Doesn’t make it any less mean.” You spoke up, everyone attention snapping to you, where you’d been sat in front of Roy’s old locker - you’d become somewhat attached to the seat in all your years with Roy spent in this changing room. “Yeah, sure, Dani’s right. A baby born today would probably hear about Roy Kent the coach before Roy Kent the footballer. But one search of his name would tell you otherwise.”

You couldn’t look at them as you spoke. Despite wanting to stand up for him, knowing you would regardless of who or what they were saying about him, it didn’t make you any less nervous. “He’s not a fucking has been though, is he? Each and every one of you take his criticisms as Gospel, work as hard as possible to meet his expectations and preach the Roy Kent effect like it’s the only thing keeping the team running. Is that a has been? Or is that a great fucking coach who works his ass off to keep you guys together?”

Sam placed a hand against your arm, your eyes snapping up to meet his. “Ignore Jan Mas, he is just-“

“Dutch. I know.” Turning to face the blonde that had started the outrage you were feeling. “But there’s a difference between being honest and blunt about it and just being fucking mean.”

You left the changing room after you’d spoke, fed up with the boys you had come to love like family. Unfortunately for them, you loved Roy more then you loved them.

“They were right.” Isaac growled, arms folded across his chest as he spent a moment staring down each and every person in the changing room. “We know that’s not true about Roy, and non of us stood up for him. We’re fucking cowards.”

The second the doors to the changing room had closed behind you, you bumped right into a firm chest, rough hands grabbing at your arms to keep you up. Upon recognising the heather-charcoal shirt, you melted into the touch, tucking your head into the junction of his neck and shoulder without a word. Before you could vent your frustrations to the coach, he pressed a kiss to your temple, leaving his lips ghosting against your ear and you in his arms.

“Heard you in there, sticking up for me.” Roy scoffed, though not offendedly. You could almost feel his heart beating out of his chest as he held you against him. “Nice of you.”

“Of course I’d stick up for you, Roy.” You pulled your head from the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and staring up at the dark haired man you loved so much. “I’d stick up for you anytime, anywhere, to anyone.”

Roy had never been good with words; and he knew he’d never be able to truly tell you how much your actions meant to him. He often thought of himself as a has been, someone past their prime who was still hanging around cause he had nothing else going for him - but you clearly didn’t think that, and that was enough for Roy. However, he hoped that as he pulled you in for a delicate kiss, featherlight and gentle in a way you weren’t overly used to with Roy, that you understood.

You did. Completely.

[queenslimeball]

Living in a Bush

Kurt Kunkle x male!reader

Requested by; @batzfailz

Contents; Fluff

Summary; M/n gets in Kurt's spree before recognising his childhood bestfriend.

Kurt bobs his head along to the music in his car while he sits on his phone. He's been driving people around on spree all day, but just now he's started to get tired. One more. He keeps on telling himself. Just one more, then I'll go home. There's been seven one mores.

The wait for one more passenger seems to be forever. There's no shock to it, though. It's the middle of winter and it's almost 1am. Kurt puts his car into drive, about to give up and drive home, but he gets a notification from his phone. One more.

He instantly clicks on accepting the passenger and puts his phone down. He doesn't really care who he picks up. He's just excited to talk to one last person. He follows the directions, and pulls up to where he hopes the person he's getting is.

Kurt lowers the window and sticks his head out to look for who he's getting. Nobody around. Strange. Kurt jumps and almost yells when he hears the door open and close behind him. He twists around with a smile to see what kind of person he's picked up this time.

"Hey, my name's Kurt!" He introduces like usual. But something seems different. He feels like he knows the boy sitting in his backseat and he can't quite place it. He opens his mouth to ask if he knows him, but the boy has already started talking.

"Nice to meet you, man. I'm so glad you could pick me up, like– you would not believe the day I've had." The boy starts. Kurt turns around and looks at his phone. He starts to drive with the directions from the app.

"I went over to my friend's for a chat, right? And she ended up inviting every damn person she knew, so it ended up a fuckin' party when I was not after that. But then her dog ran out because someone left the door open and everyone went out to find it and..."

Kurt's mind channels out the boy's non-stop talking as he stares at the name on his phone. M/n. He knows this guy from somewhere. But he just can't figure out where. He dives real deep into his memory, but can't find anything.

He looks into the rear view mirror and stares at M/n for a moment. Not to be creepy, but as if trying to solve the puzzle. Solve the puzzle.

While their parent's chat away, incoherent to their little ears, the two boys sit on the floor, rummaging through a pile of puzzle pieces to try and complete it. There are only few pieces layed out already. Neither of them can seem to figure out what next.

"Kurt, seriously, kid? You got the right piece in your hand." His dad says, pointing at where it should go. All the parents look his way. A small Kurt looks at the piece in his hand and looks at the floor. He fits it in place, looking rather proud of himself after. The small M/n looks just as proud of him, like he's just changed the world.

M/n! Kurt smiles to himself as he remembers his childhood friend. He looks in the rear view mirror again. He wants to tell him about it, but M/n just keeps on going on. It's like he doesn't stop. Kurt hears a slight pause and quickly jumps in.

"Hey, uh! I think I know you." Kurt says quickly, not wanting to let M/n start rambling again. He glances over his shoulder at him with a smile, hoping he remembers.

"...I don't think so, man." M/n replies, looking directly at Kurt, as if to try and remember his face.

"I think so." Kurt replies. "When we were kids... we went to school together... our parents were friends.. but I moved away. Kurt!"

M/n's face changes very quickly. "Woah! Oh my god, Kurt? Like, Kunkle? No way!"

"See, I told you!"

"Wow, I couldn't even recognise you. Sorry about that, man." M/n laughs, more out of embarrassment. Kurt shrugs, not taking any offence to it. "I guess it's the hair..?"

"It's all good. I wouldn't recognise me either, so it's okay."

Kurt runs around the garden, searching every perimeter. He spots a bush rustle, and he narrows his eyes. He slowly approaches, grabbing a toy sword on the way to prod at the bush. It rustles again, and Kurt giggles.

"Are you in there?" Kurt asks, sticking the sword further in. The "ow!" That comes from the bush proves him right. Kurt lowers down and crawls into the bush. He finds M/n curled up inside. He playfully gives him a push.

"Found ya!" Kurt exclaims, curling up with M/n in the bush. "It's nice in here, isn't it?"

"I don't really wanna leave." M/n nods in agreement.

"We could stay here forever." Kurt suggests, confidence in his gentle voice. "My parents can have the house, it's fine."

"Really? That sounds so fun!" M/n replies excitedly. They both giggle, Kurt's dirty blond hair becoming ruffled by the lose twigs. "Boys! Dinner is ready!" It's Kurt's mother.

"Shh! shh! shh!" "Quiet!"

Kurt had pulled over somewhere, anywhere, it doesn't matter. He's climbed into the back so he can catch up with M/n after so long.

"So what brings you to Azusa?" Kurt asks.

"I moved out, but it's more affordable here, so..." M/n shrugs.

"You have your own place!? That's crazy, man. I'm still at my parents'." Kurt replies, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's crazy we're not living in a Bush together, right?" M/n jokes.

"Oh my god! You remember that?" Kurt laughs. "We were so sure we'd stay out there forever."

"The rain kinda put me off, to be honest." M/n chuckles.

The laughter dies down, and they're left with a silence. Not exactly awkward, but unreadable. Neither can quite tell what's going on as they stare into each other's eyes.

"I missed you." Kurt admits, breaking the silence. What he intended to say was "How's life treating you?" . But, his mouth has betrayed him.

M/n is flattered. He doesn't know how to react at first, just making sounds between a laugh and a heavy exhale. "I missed you, too."

Kurt stands by his family car as he stares into M/n's eyes. Tears have already escaped down his face. His parents are moving back and forth from the house to the trunk with bags.

"You're leaving?" M/n is crying now, too.

"I didn't know." Kurt admits, wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

"You can't leave.."

"I'm sorry!" Kurt cries out as they both dash into each other's arms, sobs escaping from both of them. Kurt's parents awkwardly try to step around them as they hug and cry for what seems to be a little too long.

"C'mon, kid. We're going." Kurt's dad says, opening the door and nodding towards it to try and get Kurt to hurry up.

Kurt looks back to M/n. It's the hardest decision of his life so far, even when it's not a decision that he can even make. He can't choose to stay, as much as he wants to. He slowly steps back from M/n, their arms falling limp from each other.

"I'll never forget you." Kurt promises.

"I won't forget you either."

"I'll find you. I know I will." He says, looking over his shoulder as he gets in the car. Kurt's dad slams the door shut, and gets in the car, too. The car gradually starts to drive into the distance, but M/n chases after as fast as his little legs can carry him. Which, ultimately, is not very fast. He trips over a pothole and hits the asphalt on his forearms and chest. He lifts his head in a whip, not caring about the physical pain, but the emotional.

He makes eye contact with Kurt through the back window as the car disappears from sight.

"I, uh– Really don't wanna say goodbye again, y'know. So I was wondering.." Kurt murmurs quietly, feeling too awkward to spit the words out he needs.

"Are you gonna ask for my number?" M/n said it for him, which is a huge relief. Kurt points and nods.

"Yeah, that!"

"I'd love for you go have it." M/n assures, making sure Kurt doesn't feel nervous about this. They exchange numbers and save their contacts, making sure they've got it right before anything else.

"Haha... uh... maybe we could go out sometime?" Kurt questions.

"Like a date?"

"Like a date, yeah!"

The boys had snuck into M/n's sister's room. It's much different to their usual hangout spots, but they're too young to care.

Kurt sits at the small, child's table, pushing a teddy bear out the way, and M/n sits opposite. They pretend to sip tea from the empty teacups, discussing all sorts of things that go on in their underdeveloped minds.

"I brought you to this restaurant to ask you something." M/n says, getting off the chair and standing by the table. He slowly sinks onto one knee. "Kurt, will you marry me?" He asks with a haribo ring.

Kurt feigns an overdramatic gasp. He nods. "Yes, yes, yes!" He stands from the table and M/n puts the ring on the wrong finger, but neither notice. They jump about, holding onto each other.

"What are you boys so happy about?" M/n's mother asks as she enters to put some clothes away into the sister's wardrobe.

"I'm gonna marry Kurt!" "We're getting married!"

"That's nice, boys."

[justporo]

Dumb Ideas

"Staeve's arm was around the vampire’s shoulder who - like every night - acted like he was disgusted by all the affection but leaned into it as soon as one of you tangled their limbs with him. You had one arm slung around the pale elf’s mid with your head on Astarion's shoulder. Which also had the advantage of Staeve being able to caress your cheek and play with your reddish-brown hair - or pinch your ear. Meanwhile you were in the perfect position to nudge the half-drow's side whenever he got too feisty."

Staeve and you decide it's a good idea to pierce each other - while Astarion can't stop commenting on how idiotic that is...

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Author's Note: So uhm, @velnna has allowed barbies being smashed with his Staeve and... my brain started to think of a sweet polycule with Staeve, Astarion and my own girl, Tav (the hero to almost all my fics)... how could I resist? And you might be saying "Poro, isn't this very self-indulgent?" to which I would agree, but have you considered that I am down bad for this half-drow? So, @velnna, big thankies again for letting me borrow Staeve again, he's wonderful as are you! &lt;3

Pairing: Astarion/Staeve/Fem!Tav (You) Warnings: well, they pierce each other, so don't do this at home, kids? Wordcount: 4,5k

In today's spoils from taking out the occasional bad guys on your way to bigger fish you had to fry in Baldur's Gate, there was something a bit peculiar.

Quite obviously just before you had gotten to these bandits they must've relieved someone else of a lot of jewellery: beautiful golden necklaces, amulets adorned with shimmering stones of all colours under the sun, delicate silver bracelets - and a surprising amount of piercings.

Back in camp now after a full day of adventuring, the party had started sorting through the valuables.

Staeve was just inspecting the pieces when you came over to him and the vampire. He was turning them around in his fingers while Astarion was captivated by a collier with rubies that matched the colours of his eyes very nicely.

When the half-drow saw you coming out of the corner of his black and teal eyes he looked up and threw you a grin: “Looks like I got myself an upgrade for my ears.”

He winked and immediately pocketed a few golden earrings - just to be sure to have them. You raised an eyebrow at the rogue: “Who says it's only you getting some new ones, eh?”

Stepping closer you grabbed Staeve's hand which still had some more gold rings and bars in it. And then while getting so up close and personal with him that the tips of his forest green hair almost tickled your face you wrung the remaining pieces out of his hand. He let you. And grinned benevolently at your audacity - thieves among each other.

“Sharing is caring, love,” you whispered and mimicked his wink from before exaggeratedly and stood on your tiptoes to press a quick peck onto the half-drow's lips. You felt the corner’s of his mouth curl up more as you kissed him. 

“Oh, don't worry, there is plenty to go around!” Staeve declared cheerfully and opened up his other hand with much more loot.

You narrowed your eyes at him while he rewarded you with a shit-eating grin. “There should be enough for all of us, even for Karlach. Although I'm not quite sure how many she might have,” Staeve mused and looked around to find the barbarian enthralled by Gale explaining to her in excruciating detail how to recognise a real diamond over a fake one.

“Or maybe we could do new ones. Especially since I don't know what these are for,” he held up some half-moon shaped pieces with a bar connecting the curve.

You just shrugged.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Astarion had snuck up behind you in the meantime. Having - just like Staeve - secured his more than fair share of the spoils already.

“If you're intending to pierce your nipples, darling, I'd be more than interested to see that. Because that's what those are for,” he explained and pointed one of his long fingers at the thing Staeve was still turning around in his hands.

“Or maybe our sweetheart Tav would like to try that out?” Astarion teased as he stepped up even closer  behind you and you felt his hands suddenly cupping your breasts for a short moment and squeezing them upwards - making you yelp. “I'm sure it would suit you terribly well and would make for some extra fun for Staeve and me,” he haughtily whispered close to one of your pointy ears while he tried to make eye contact with Staeve. But the half-drow was too mesmerised by the sight of long elegant fingers presenting a quite alluring view of you exactly in front of his face.

And before you could swat the vampire’s naughty hands away he had already disappeared again with roguish quickness, just laughing. But you wouldn't let yourself be treated like that - not in public anyway. So you went after him, trying to get some revenge.

Meanwhile Staeve held the supposed jewellery for a nipple in front of his chest and looked at it curiously, his lips pursed. Then he simply shrugged and went after his two lovers who were hissing and swearing at each other somewhere at the back of today's campsite.

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The rest of the party had split up the loot with everyone humming contentedly about the sudden wealth you had fallen into. Astarion had put on the ruby collier to everyone’s entertainment and Karlach had been happy about the still huge amount of new piercings she could take her pick from. Quite some more jokes about how other companions could adorn different parts of their body were made over a generous dinner. The wizard had thrown in a little extra effort and ingredients to celebrate the unexpected financial triumph for it to everyone’s delight.

And once everyone had had their fill of food, laughter, amiable companionship and the sun had set, everyone had retired to their tents - or each other’s for some.

Astarion was languidly laying on the pillows in front of his tent reading, one leg casually angled, the other splayed. He hadn't stayed solitary for long.

Staeve and you had bundled up with him like it had become second nature for all of you: Astarion in the middle, all smothered by you, the other rogue and your joint, multiplied love for him.

Staeve's arm was around the vampire’s shoulder who - like every night - acted like he was disgusted by all the affection but leaned into it as soon as one of you tangled their limbs with him. You had one arm slung around the pale elf’s mid with your head on Astarion's shoulder. Which also had the advantage of Staeve also being able to caress your cheek and play with your reddish-brown hair - or pinch your ear. Meanwhile you were in the perfect position to nudge the half-drow's side whenever he got too feisty.

On top of that you had hooked one leg around the vampire's while Staeve had one of his threaded through the angled one. Effectively you had all immobilised each other as you lay there all knotted.

You were talking about and presenting each other the pieces of jewellery you had saved for yourself, talking about which fit whom better. Or, Staeve and you did. Passing the delicate golden earrings between you, just over where the vampire held his book.

Astarion just occasionally threw in some teasing commentary and eyed the glinting ornate pieces - more than once trying to swat them out of your hands when he got too annoyed with the two of you disturbing his peaceful reading.

Having two lovers so eager and physically affectionate was surely a blessing for the tortured soul and body of the vampire - but it still took him some getting used to. So his usual coping mechanism was to be sassy about everything. Staeve and you knew that by now and usually took it as a hint to give your third a bit more space - however that may look like in the moment.

Right now you had each picked out several pieces and were getting bored anyway. The conversation drifted off. Peaceful silence spread between the three of you.You were toying around with the laces on Astarion’s shirt while Staeve had stuck his nose in the vampire's curls and pressed soft kisses to his scalp.

With your other hand you fidgeted with one of the piercings, letting it wander around your fingers. And while it made another turn around them, a thought slowly formed in your mind. But before you could voice it, someone else broke the quiet moment.

“You two are terribly silent - it's disturbing,” Astarion burst out after a while of neither you or the half-drow saying anything. Sassy, just like you were used to.

“First you're annoyed by us talking and now of the opposite. Make up your mind, darling,” Staeve muttered flatly and softly bit into one of the vampire's pointy ears.

Astarion hissed and snapped his face around to his insolent lover. Pushing him away with his long fingers splayed over the half-drow’s face, his pale skin contrasting with Staeve’s darker skin.

“I was annoyed at you for passing things right in front of my face while I am trying to read,” Astarion snapped back. “Also usually when the two of you are silent like this one of you is about to come up with a really dumb idea that will come back to bite us all,” he snarled in response to the other rogue’s complaint and Staeve grabbed his hand off his face - but not without a small kiss to it.

“You're one to talk Mr ‘I-am-not-a-details-person’,” Staeve gave back, unwilling to be called out by someone with so little talent for coming up with plans himself.

“Rich coming from someone who repeatedly almost got himself killed with his stupid need to throw himself at every blade pointed at Tav or me, my love,” Astarion snapped back again.

The two of them kept bickering and teasing each other playfully until Astarion rolled his crimson eyes and decided to end the argument by grabbing Staeve's face and kissing him. Up until both men were merely softly humming and moaning, content with being wrapped up in each other.

This so far had always ended any dissonance between the three of you for good. No opportunity for arguing when mouths were occupied otherwise.

You observed the scene as those two turned more to each other, laying on their sides. You moved so you were basically spooning the vampire, your head still on his shoulder but now from behind. You let your hand wander from Astarion’s waist to Staeve’s hand that was cupping the vampire’s cheek along with the kiss. Letting your fingers softly trace down his freckled arm and eliciting a light shiver from him. His eyes flew open, gaze softening at you and your soft caress. The three of you stayed like that for a long time, making you almost forget your idea.

“But what if we actually got some new piercings?” you posed as a question when the two rogues finally broke their kiss and stared tenderly at each other after.

Staeve's gaze immediately snapped to you and he began grinning, face lighting up with some radiant energy. You could always count on him for a quick and probably somewhat stupid idea.

“Absolutely not,” Astarion exclaimed though and huddled around so he lay as before, picking his book up again and forcing both you and Staeve to readjust positions again. Well, his standpoint on the whole thing was clear.

But Staeve and you were still grinning at each other in agreement.

“You do whatever you imbeciles want but no one is touching me with a needle!” the vampire reiterated and shimmied himself around deeper into his pillows. A steep wrinkle formed between his furrowed brows as he made a show of focusing on his book again, basically making the pages snap as he opened it up at his bookmark. But Staeve was already up and about to grab supplies for your endeavour.

“Your loss then,” you whispered to Astarion and leaned over for a quick kiss to take the frown of his face. It worked quite nicely.

“Don't let Staeve poke your eye out, darling,” Astarion purred when you pulled away again, raising one of his eyebrows.

You stuck your tongue out at him and made to get up. But the remaining rogue quickly grabbed for your wrist and pulled you back onto him for a longer, deeper kiss - arm around your waist so you couldn’t so easily escape.

“Don't poke out his either, sweetheart,” Astarion mumbled when you withdrew “I like my lovers each with both their pretty eyes.”

You gave him a peck onto the tip of his nose.

“Well, who says I'm not doing the nipple piercings after all?” you retorted and jumped up to go after the half-drow while Astarion offered you a fiendish grin at the proposition.

Shortly after, you and Staeve had returned with supplies: needles out of your packs, strong liquor from the camp supplies and of course some suiting gold rings.

Despite the expressed interest for something else, you had decided to let Staeve pierce your bottom lip so you could put a ring through it. And now after he had poured some alcohol over the needle you were sitting in front of each other with crossed legs - while Astarion watched from the back with a perpetually raised eyebrow.

“Have you done this before?” you asked the half-drow as he bit his lip and obviously didn't know how to get going.

“Of course! I've done all my piercings myself. Also pierced others before,” he answered and kept inspecting your lips as if there was something new to see. As if he wasn’t staring enough at them every single day already.

You eyed Staeve's ears and the rings dangling from them. Some of the spots had healed a little roughly it seemed. “And all your victims so far still live?” you asked sceptically and grabbed the bottle of liquor that Staeve still had beside him to take a good swig from it. Staeve pressed his lips into a thin line as he watched you drink, clearly not even thinking the question worth an answer.

“Having second thoughts, darling?” Astarion threw in sarcastically, staring at you from under his brows when he had seen your questioning glance at Staeve's answer.

“I'm surprised you'd let him put a needle into you. Some days I'm surprised he remembers to use the pointy end of his dagger,” the vampire continued while letting his eyes drop to his book again and pointedly turned over to the next page.

Staeve puckered his lips and stared down Astarion who must've felt it and lifted his gaze again to stare right back. “Just leave me something to kiss,” the pale elf concluded and went back to reading.

The half-drow sighed and grabbed the bottle of liquor from you and also downed a fair amount - not exactly adding to your trust in him. But with some liquid courage within him he cracked his neck and made to get to work.

He softly grabbed your bottom lip between his index and thumb, softly tugging. His teal eyes flitted over it while he hesitantly brought up the needle to it. Meanwhile your silver eyes remained firmly on your partner, watching as his lips slightly parted and a light frown formed on his face. Silence spread for a few long heartbeats.

“Your hands are trembling, love,” you muttered, with as much clarity as your caught bottom lip allowed for.

Staeve's eyes jumped to yours, a hint of desperation lit up in his eyes.

“How am I supposed to do this with you staring at me like that, sweetie, hm?”

One of your eyebrows jumped up, lips curling into a smirk.

“So what you're saying is I am distracting you with my piercing eyes?” you teased.

Staeve rolled his eyes at you but smiled. And both of you heard how Astarion clicked his tongue at you.

“I don't want to hurt you,” the half-drow whispered once he had shaken off your stupid joke.

“Surprisingly this doesn't seem to be a common problem with you,” you gave back slightly breathy and watched a soft shade of pink colour Staeve's cheeks.

Then he tugged harder on your lip, making you whimper slightly in the process. “Well, if you say so, Tav,” your lover teased in a low tone, leaning ever closer to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, biting his own lip now.

“Please, don't have too much fun without me,” Astarion commented from the back in a mockingly dry and bored tone.

Your eyes jumped to the vampire who wasn't even looking at you.

And suddenly you felt a sharp sting that caught you off guard. A single yelp left you, then you looked back at Staeve and - blinking a few times to manage the pain - realised that he had pushed the needle cleanly through. He grinned triumphantly at you.

Without letting go of the needle he grabbed the golden ring you had picked out and carefully threaded it around your bottom lip once he had pulled the needle out. Then he softly dabbed off some blood with some clean cloth.

You didn't even further react to all of it until he finished his job with a very delicate kiss on your lips (that still sent another sting of pain through the wound but you barely minded).

“There you go,” Staeve grinned at you. “Looks hot!”

You grinned back and flinched only a little when you felt some pain from the movement.

“Turn your head for me, darling?” Astarion demanded back from his vantage point. You obeyed and underlined your new accessory by adding a playful wink. The vampire rewarded you with his signature smirk and hummed approvingly: “I have to agree with you, Staeve darling, it does suit her.”

The half-drow puffed out his chest in pride, extremely satisfied with himself and his work. He kept looking at you, eyes wandering over your new piece of jewellery again and again.

Then, while pain began to slowly throb through your lip you got up from your cross-legged position.

“Now your turn,” you said as you got up and grabbed a fresh needle. Staeve's mouth moved silently as you quickly poured some of the alcohol over the needle and were already reaching for one of his ears. He had opted for another earring for a longer row down his pointy ears.

What he had not opted for was how fast and eager you were to get to it now that you were already dealt with. He lifted his hands defensively and leaned away from you.

“Don't you just want to take a break first, see how you are with the pa-” “Don't chicken out on me, darling,” you immediately interrupted him and grabbed for his ear with a wicked grin and glint in your eyes.

Staeve yelped and still tried to lean away from you despite you already having a grip on him. This went on until he lost balance and toppled over. You had no problem with this and quickly followed him, climbing onto him until you were straddling him - his ear still in your grasp and in your other hand the needle.

“Love, I'd really appreciate some of the restraint I showed towards you,” the half-drow pleaded, one hand still held up to guard himself and with the other holding himself slightly upward to not fully lose control of the situation.

“Looks like someone delights a lot more in pain than you do, Staeve love,” the vampire once more threw in. This time he had actually lowered his book. This was all way too entertaining now.

You answered your vampire with another fiendish grin, then looked at the rogue beneath you once more.

“Have mercy, darling!” Staeve pleaded once more but you saw now how he could barely contain a grin himself. The twitching corners of his mouth gave him away.

“This is going to be it, Staeve? This is how you'd beg when she basically has you by the balls? Pathetic,” Astarion teased ruthlessly and then clicked his tongue again. Staeve and you shared a glance. Both of you knew the vampire would make much more of a fuss would he be in the half-drow’s position now.

The rogue beneath you made a slightly despaired noise, then took another breath and looked you straight in the eyes: “Alright, you know what. Tav, ge- wait a second!” He interrupted himself and grabbed the bottle of liquor again, downing the rest of it with impressive speed.

“Get it over with,” he finished and then turned his head slightly to give you better access to the side of his head. He was still eyeing you cautiously.

And as you moved in until the needle was almost touching his ear, his free hand snapped up and grabbed your hand: “Count to three? Please?”

His eyes were genuine this time when he asked that of you. Your gaze softened, your hand with the needle dropped slightly. And with your other you softly let your thumb wander over your lover's much darker skin.

“You don't have to do this, Staeve,” you whispered and let go of his ear to softly cup his cheek and turn his face around to you. You softly pressed a kiss to his lips, biting through the pain immediately shooting through your lip doing this. Staeve let go of your hand to mirror you, the pad of his thumb softly stroking over your cheek as you kissed.

But when you lifted your head up again you saw the determined glint in his eyes, being sure he wouldn't pull out of this, no matter what.

“Hells no, I want to do this. Just - count to three,” he asked of you. You simply smirked and grabbed his chin to turn his head back to the former position.

“Ready?” you asked and felt how some nervousness welled up inside you too as you carefully aligned the needle with your partner's ear.

Staeve slightly nodded as he looked at you. He trusted you after all. Even Astarion was still watching right now.

You took a deep breath - as did he. Your eyes were firmly on him.

“One,” you said - and pushed the needle through the half-drow’s ear.

Naturally, you took him fully by surprise. His mouth opened, ready to let out a yowl of pain but then realised it wasn’t nearly as bad as he thought. “Oww?” he made, more question than exclamation of pain, while you already pulled the needle through and fiddled with his new earring.

“Well, I could do that again anytime,” Staeve boasted afterwards and leaned forward - until he had to wrap his arms around you to stop you from falling off his lap. You grabbed a cloth and cleaned up his ear while he kept grinning at you insufferably and you pouted at him for how easily he swatted away his hesitancy from before.

“You like it, darling?” he shouted towards Astarion fishing for a compliment like you had gotten and meanwhile fully ignored your attitude.

The vampire rolled his eyes then nodded in exaggeration at Staeve, putting on some massive histrionics. Then he rolled his eyes again and went back to reading.

“Are you guys done now? Can I finally read in peace again?” Astarion spat towards you as Staeve let his hand wander up your back and rubbed the tip of his nose against yours.

“Still no nipple piercings for you?” the half-drow suggested cheekily and threw his other lover a glance. But the addressed vampire just stared at him in annoyance for his insolent proposition and shook his head - moving up his book to block both of you out of his view while he muttered something under his breath. Something about what he must have done to end up in this situation.

And while he kept softly muttering to himself, Staeve looked back at you, softly motioning towards Astarion with his head and a slight grin on his lips. You immediately fully understood his intention.

Without further need for communication the two of you dashed back towards your third and smothered him in between you: showering him with kisses while wrapping all of your limbs around him. Basically giving him not a single chance to escape your joint affection. The book was quickly wrestled out of his hand and discarded to the side.

Of course the vampire took it with hissing and many very verbal complaints but he simply couldn’t resist his partners showering him with the love he deserved. In the end he let himself be happily swept up between the two of you. All of the affection making him almost forget that it hadn’t always been like that.

It took a while before the tangle of limbs calmed down again. By the end you were almost in the same position again as you had started the whole night with, neatly wrapped up in each other.

Astarion looked at the two of you softly since you had seemingly used up all of your chaotic energy for the day.

When he took in your face, one of his eyebrows jumped up as he looked down to your freshly pierced lip. By now you could certainly feel it swell up and how it began to throb in pain.

Before you could question his intention, Astarion leaned towards you and softly licked up a fresh trickle of blood from the wound. All while retaining eye contact with you and sending shivers down your spine. Afterwards his lips stayed for a kiss - cautious of course, to not cause you more pain. You would have loved to deepen the kiss more and see where it could possibly lead. But you knew the pain would make you regret it and so it remained quite chaste.

When the kiss ended, Staeve immediately inserted himself back into the situation: “And are you taking care of my ear too, or…”

“I’m definitely not going to lick your godsdamned ear, Staeve!” Astarion answered with a snarl.

The other rogue pouted.

And that surprisingly was all that had been needed for Astarion to give in despite himself. With a loud sigh, he turned over and softly pressed some light kisses to his lover’s new earring. Staeve grinned at him contentedly and drew him back in for another open-mouthed kiss that went on until all of you slowly felt the exhaustion of the day finally catch up with you.

Slowly the three of you settled into serene silence: only the campfire still crackling, soft breaths drifting off into the aether and the sound of two hearts beating for three filled the night now.

It would have been perfect to just drift into your dreams now - if only it hadn’t been for the pain that now really kept bothering you.

You caught Staeve’s gaze and saw the same agony mirrored on his face - especially since he was laying on the side of his freshly pierced ear. You made a face towards your half-drow partner. He answered you in like.

But neither of you would have bothered to get up and do something about it. Especially not if it meant letting go of your vampire for only a second.

But Astarion noticed anyway.

“Regretting the consequences of your actions, darlings?” he teased with a bit of bite in his tone. But when both you and Staeve made big eyes at him, he simply sighed. Then he tried to detangle himself with quite some effort and got up.

“Where are you going, Astarion? You can’t just leave us here, not if we’re hurting!” you exclaimed and immediately shimmied over into Staeve’s open arms since the spot between you was empty now.

“I’m going to get the druid to fix you up. I can’t have you die of an infection because of this. Not before either the tadpole or I get to you,” Astarion responded with some annoyance masking his actual care for the two of you as he was already stomping away.

“Or do you rather want me to get Shadowheart?” the vampire teased you.

Staeve and you looked at each other. Both of you could imagine the amount of judgement you’d receive from the cleric.

“Halsin,” you exclaimed in unison and heard Astarion laugh slightly in response. And then you waited until your temporary missing piece returned to make the three of you whole again.

Taglist (DM if you want to be added please): @spacebarbarianweird @sunfire-ancunin @tragedybunny @dependsonthedream @tallymonster @magazzne @micropoe10 @aoirohi @my-bunny-prince @lumienyx @fayeriess @darlingxdragon @hereliesblackdragon @ayselluna @ajokeformur-ray @i-cant-get-into-my-other-account @rikuyrk06 @marina-and-the-memes

[3terna15unshin3]

a blurb of them at a halloween party would heal me!! (smut but also super cutie cus they’re my babies)

Kneel

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a/n: hey bff thank u for the request and happy halloween :-)

Read the main fic here if u want more Matty and Este!

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cw: 18+, minors DNI, alcohol consumption, kinky religious undertones that will hit hard if you’ve seen Fleabag season 2, oral (m receiving), dom!matty vibes ish, praise, cumplay maybe??, also a bit wordy at the start lol

Matty zipped up the back of her jumpsuit for her, since Este couldn’t reach it herself. She was in the midst of covering her nose and mouth with fake blood.

“Easy with that stuff, hey? You’re going to make it impossible for me to kiss you,” he complained, making eye contact with her through the mirror in front of them.

She laughed, running her hands under the tap to wash the excess red off her hands, and then turned around. Her arms raised to adjust the Roman collar surrounding his neck. “A bit of blood has never stopped you in the past.”

His jaw dropped. “We’ll have to put some time aside for confession tonight, with that dirty mind of yours.” He said with a chuckle, playing up the priest costume suited over his body and shaking his head at her suggestive joke.

“I’ll hold you to that offer, actually.” Este giggled.

Before heading out the door, she stole a cigarette from the box in Matty’s pocket to hold between her fingers as a prop—her other hand cradling a small stuffed guinea pig. Fleabag was their favourite show, after all.

When they arrived at Charli’s, music was pulsating through the floorboards and hoards of people filled the space. She was great at throwing a party, so that’s what was expected.

Matty had handfuls of friends to greet but he did it all with his hand still linked with hers or around her waist. By now, they were mostly familiar faces, so it didn’t phase her. Many complimented their costumes; and those who didn’t recognise it, got an earful from Este about how the show it was in reference to was an absolute must-watch. Matty, who was slightly less passionate about spreading the Fleabag agenda, just sat back and watched in adoration. He loved seeing her addiction to sharing things she loves with others.

He also shamelessly basked in the feeling of being called ‘hot priest’ by everyone. If anyone called him just the ‘priest’, he’d correct them, and Este would roll her eyes.

By the time they’d gone round to see everyone, Ross (dressed as Indiana Jones) had shoved drinks into their hands, and had even come back a second time with more rounds. They were buzzed before settling into a spot in the corner of the lounge where the rest of the guys and their partners had gotten comfortable.

After him and Este pulled each of them in for an embrace, Matty took the last free seat and grabbed her by the waist to sit down on his lap.

“Welcome, welcome,” Charli loudly greeted over the music, while hanging onto George’s shoulder, “You guys have gotten some drinks right? You’re good? I’ve got some off limits special stuff I’m willing to share if you want anything more,”

Este thanked her for the offer but shook her head. “Ross had us very taken care of the minute we walked in, so I think we’re all good,”

Ross raised his glass and nodded his head at the mention of his chronic need to make sure that nobody ever had an empty hand.

“You look hot, by the way,” commented Carly, earning a wide smile from Este as she eyed her and Adam and their costumes. They were dressed as the twins from The Shining.

“I’d say the same about you babe. But not hotter than Hann, unfortunately,” She replied, giggling at his blonde wig. He flicked the fake hair upwards with sass in response to her compliment, making the whole group laugh.

Matty’s hands stayed there on her hips for the next few hours, only removing themselves periodically when they got up to mingle or to get another drink or when Este heard a song she wanted to dance to. But otherwise, his touch was glued to her.

It was starting to drive him crazy that that was all he could do, though. She grew increasingly flirty with him as the night went on; making sure to grind her ass deeper into his lap every time she towered forward to grab crisps off the coffee table, or leaning her back into his chest to turn and give him a kiss on the jaw, or leaving her hand way too far up his thigh. Matty wanted more—but she couldn’t give him that.

Then, Charli brought her point-and-shoot camera out and people began to pose. Everyone messily heaped into groups and threw middle fingers and peace signs up and the camera flashed repeatedly. Once most guests and their costumes were captured at least a couple of times, she came over to Este and grabbed her by the arm.

“We need a photo, E! Come outside,”

The excited and tipsy host made Este stand with her, serving looks down the lens and playfully posing together.

“Wait! I should light my cig!” exclaimed Este, still holding the unlit one between her fingers. She reached around the corner for Matty and gestured to his pocket, wordlessly asking him to do it for her.

Este insisted on holding eye contact with him as she grasped the smoke between her lips and he held the flame underneath its end. It made Matty swoon, seeing her suck her cheeks in and then blow the smoke out the side of her mouth.

She enjoyed a joint and its high here and there, but wasn’t as big of a smoker as him, and was rarely caught messing with nicotine. So, the sight was a bit unusual—and it turned Matty on.

After more photos with Charli, Este shoved her phone into her hand and dragged Matty into the frame. He complied, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist and giving the lens his attention. They smiled together, earning a collective ‘aw’ from the people around the room who looked.

They took turns altering expressions, some serious and some silly (like when Este stood proudly while Matty grabbed her tits from behind, peeking his head out to the side); all while she only held the lit cigarette without smoking it.

But for one photo, Matty watched her take a drag. She then looked up at him through her black eyelashes, and leaned in without saying anything. Gulping, he followed her action and leaned in as well, realising that Este wanted to shotgun the smoke she’d just inhaled.

So he parted his lips and breathed in as she blew the smoke into them, locking her gaze again. He felt the buzz immediately, and Este smirked with just millimetres between them before pulling away.

Matty swore he felt his dick twitch in his pants—and even thought he saw Este squeeze her legs together in his peripheral vision. Luckily, he also saw Charli capture the moment with both her camera and Este’s iPhone, so at least he’d have evidence that it actually happened. And that he didn’t just dream it up.

“Okay, you guys are sexy. I get it. Can you take some of me and George now?”

—

Este’s behaviour wasn’t innocent and unknowing. He knew she was riling him up on purpose. So in return, as soon as they stepped foot back into their shared house, Matty had her pinned against the wall. They’d barely made it into the corridor.

She gasped, but quickly gave in and kissed him with hunger.

“Something wrong, Father?” Este asked breathily, breaking away for air and tugging at his collar.

His hands tangled in her hair and yanked it backwards to make her head tilt up. “You’ve been very sinful tonight,”

Their lips hungrily reconnected, kissing with open mouths. Este grabbed him over his pants, drawing a hiss out of Matty. She then felt his hand trail up from her waist, over her chest, and onto her neck. He pressed lightly on the sides of her throat. She moaned into his mouth.

“Will you forgive me if I repent?” She asked, while slipping her fingers past his waistband.

“We’ll see. Only if you’re good for me,” Matty answered in a low voice. He grew rock hard as Este pumped him up and down a couple times in his pants. He breathed heavily and made pretty sounds when she dragged her thumb over his sensitive tip.

“I will. I swear,” begged Este.

“Then kneel.”

Sinking to her knees, she took his length out of his pants and gave it a kiss like she was worshipping it. Her flattened tongue ran up its underside from the base, taking his head into her mouth when she reached the top.

Matty shuddered, cradling her jaw with his palm. “Fuck,” he choked out.

She swirled her tongue around him before taking a breath and bringing him farther. His cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag and then moan with pleasure. The vibrations made Matty buck his hips forward and hit her maximum again.

Este's hand did the work her mouth couldn’t reach, setting a comfortable pace and gripping the back of his thigh with her other one. His skin tasted salty and made her shift her hips in desperation.

Matty then gathered her messy hair into one section behind her head. “You said you’re gonna be good for Father, right? Will you show me how good you are?”

She let out a muffled moan to say yes, attempting to nod while her mouth was full of him and her head bobbed up and down. Wetness accumulated between her legs.

“Okay. Then take me like the good girl.”

He steadied her head, gripping it with both hands, and gently thrust his hips. Este opened her jaw wider and took a breath while she could, before Matty thrusted into her again.

He went easy on her to make sure everything was alright, even though her was fully aware that she loved having her face fucked. Este loved pleasing him, letting him take control, and tasting him down her throat. It could make her cum on the spot.

Not long afterwards, he tightened his grip on her hair and brought her mouth down even deeper onto his cock. “That’s it, baby.” He praised, jaw slack with euphoria as her throat constricted around him.

Tears gathered in the corner of Este’s eyes, her nose repeatedly grazing the hairy skin of his pelvis. His thrusts grew relentless. The filthy sounds of her mouth around him echoed through their entryway and mixed with their combined moans.

His head threw itself backwards and he groaned every time Este’s warm mouth swallowed him. “Shit, you were fucking made for me,” Matty said, after bringing his attention back down to the sight of her. Spit dripped down her chin. Her lips grew red at the way they were stretched around his cock.

“Just a bit more. You’re taking me so well,” moaned Matty, feeling his orgasm creeping up. They both knew he wouldn’t last long.

Este was a champ, squeezing her eyes shut as he fucked faster to chase his end. To finish him off, she hollowed her cheeks and stiffened her tongue beneath him, feeling the vein that ran down the underside of his cock, bobbing her head again to meet him halfway.

His hips rammed into her face a couple of more times, before he cried, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. E, I’m—”, and then came.

She sprung up, finally able to take a breath, letting Matty watch his cum spill onto her tongue. His tip sat above her open mouth and ropes of white pooled into it.

Este let it drip out and down onto her cleavage that was exposed through the cutout of her jumpsuit. Raising her hand and wrapping it back around his cock, she milked him of every last drop. The sudden prolonged pleasure made Matty’s hips buckle up, fucking her fist and spilling more of his seed onto her chest.

“Am I forgiven, Father?” she asked after swallowing fully, even dragging a finger through the cum on her tits and then sucking it clean.

Matty’s chest heaved up and down, and his head was so hazy from the mind numbing climax he was attempting to recover from that all he could do was nod. He caressed the top of her head with his shaky hand, then brought it down to drag his thumb over her lips.

It formed into a smile as Este looked up at him, his expression being shamelessly fucked out and giddy.

“I think I actually did just see God.”

[ianales]

illicit affairs (Cheater!Lo’ak x Omatikayan! Reader)

a/n: hope you guys enjoy this! there might be a part 3? hopefully you guys would like this mini series?

after outing Lo’ak as a cheater, things happened…

disclaimer: maybe hinting towards as Neteyam x reader?? tell me what you guys think!

ps. gif is supposed to be like neteyam’s reaction to lo’ak cheating LOL

sorry for a late post, life has been hectic lately :(

part 1 ——— part 2

“L-Lo’ak is this true?” Tsireya questioned.

“No- no i don’t know what she’s talking about”- He responds, stuttering. He turns to look at his brother, Neteyam, he was pissed.

Neteyam walked over to (name) and gave her a side hug and greeted (name)

“I told you it wasn’t a good idea Lo’ak! you never listen”

“Lo’ak.. its true…?” Tsireya had this look in her eyes, it was difficult to read, like she was heartbroken, but there was more. there was disappointment.

she sat in her tent, fidgeting with the promise bracelets they shared, she looks back in her own memories, come to think of it, his own wrist seemed to miss one, he threw it away, she took the bracelet off her own wrist, throwing it towards the tent’s opening.

her eyes traveled as a blue hand catching the bracelet. Neteyam.. she recognised almost immediately at the arm band he wore

“this is your bracelet, tìyawn…” love

“did you know?” she asked, ignoring the nickname he used, which he gave her when they were teenagers.

“i knew, everyone knew… everyone disapproved.. we have no way of communicating, tìyawn.. i couldn’t tell you if i wanted to…” he says, walking in the tent and sitting next to her.

“i know… i shouldn’t blame you… its all his fault that”-

“skxwang?” he chuckles light heartedly

“yeah… skxwang..” she gives the same energy back, she leans her head on Neteyam’s shoulder, “why would he do this, Teyam? is it me? am i not talented enough? am i not pretty enough?”

“thats nonsense tìyawn.. you’re the best na’vi there is…”

before she got to respond, a gentle voice called out from outside the tent. “hìtxoa…? (excuse me) u-um.. its Tsireya.. i know you probably wouldn’t want me to talk to you but i just wanna talk and”-

she looks up from Neteyam’s shoulder, “n-no um… you can come in… you seemed just as shocked as me..”

Tsireya walks in, a gentle smile on her face, and a basket of fruits “im… im so sorry.. i had no idea he was already mated with another.. he told me there was no one.. and the others failed to inform me…”

She accepts the fruit bowl and smiles painfully at Tsireya, “its…. its okay… i mean it hurts.. but its not your fault… it’s Lo’ak’s really… for being unfaithful.. and for lying to you…”

“Lo’ak told us.. that he.. he already told you about (name)….” Neteyam spoke up.

“N-no there was nothing.. he told me he was the only one he loved and everything..”

(Name) felt more pain, holding Neteyam’s hand for support, which he gladly allowed.

“y-yeah… he tends to say.. that type of stuff.. thanks for the fruits by the way…” she said to Tseriya.

“no problem… i hope theres no bad blood between us..”

“oh god no! no.. you were hurt too.. betrayed…”

“yeah… i.. i hope to talk this out with him… hopefully.. i… i don’t know why im talking about this with you..”

“its alright…. im… i just need some time”

the rest of the day Neteyam was comforting (name) in every way possible, he brought her out to make a new bracelet, a matching one with him, he brought her to go hunting with him, which she doesn’t normally do but cheered him on once he caught something, now they sat by a stream, their feet dipped in the ankle length water.

“you don’t deserve him tìyawn….” he spoke from the silence. “you need someone who will appreciate you.. who will…. be there for you when you need them.. who will support you and love you…someone like…”

“you?” she said sarcastically.

“no.. not me.. i guess..” he chuckled awkwardly. “i mean only if you”-

“you’re like a bother to me Neteyam.. a very supportive brother… thank you..”

“yeah… im glad that you see me.. as a brother.. we should head back now tìyawn..”

she nods taking his hand in hers and head back to camp, little did they know, another navigator stood in the shadows, jealous eyes on them.

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[d4yl1ghts]

hello !!! i was wondering if you could write a han solo x fem!reader fic where he comforts her because her relatives had been killed (on tatooine) and they end up together at the end? this would be the cutest thing ever !!!!!!!

there is good in the bad

han solo x fem!reader

summary: han comforts you after you find out your only living relative has died

warnings: mentions of death

-

It was the one time in six months that you’d meet your aunt to check up on her. She lived on Tatooine whereas you travelled around with Han, a guy you’d walked into at a bar as he was running away from just another one of his enemies. Han instantly flustered you with his charming yet arrogant nature.

Currently, you were walking beside Han whilst he was talking to Chewie. You could see your aunt’s house now. It looked quite worn down. That was odd, you thought. Your aunt usually enjoyed looking after the decor on the interior and exterior. She may just be getting older. She was getting to that age now.

You nervously played with your fingers as you seemingly slowly approached the house. Han noticed your fidgeting but decided to ignore it for now. If it got worse he would step in. You lifted up your knuckles are rapt against the door. Dust from the stone fell down the door like an exceptionally fast avalanche.

After waiting for roughly two minutes, you decided to walk in. Her belongings were still there but they were grubby. It looked dull and old. You decided to anxiously peep in every room and she was nowhere to be seen. “If we walk around we can ask someone if they know her.”, Han suggested as he rubbed up and down your arm comfortingly.

And so here you were, trudging along with Han and Chewbacca. You decided to head to the market as that would be where many creatures would be. After an anticipatingly long walk, you had finally arrived at the market. They were bustling buyers all around you and it was slightly overwhelming. It was helpful though because surely at least someone would know what had happened to your aunt or where she was.

“Let’s split up. I’m sure at least one of us will find someone who knows something.”, Han stated tactically. He pointed Chewie to a western direction. “I’ll go that way.”, you said as you pointed east. “Okay, stay safe.”, he reminded. The three of you had parted ways for about ten minutes now and you had asked several shop keepers yet nobody seemed to know.

Abruptly you recognised one of the store owners and hastily made your way over. “Hey, Roah.”, you waved as you saw one of your aunt’s friends who would come to hang over at your house sometimes in the past. “Y/N! How are you?”, she asked with an almost pitiful look in her eyes. “Fine, what about you?”, you reciprocated with a confused tone laces in your voice. “Alright. Are you sure you’re okay?”, she paused to glance at you before adding: “It was so sudden what happened to her.”

You stared at her. What? “What happened to who?”, you questioned as your voice shook slightly with worry. “You know… your aunt.”, she hesitantly shared. “What do you mean?”, you replied with a panicked expression. “Do you not know?”, she looked at you incredulously. You shook your head. “She got into a fight with some trouble-maker and she was killed.”, she avoided eye contact.

“What?”, you just stood there. You didn’t know how to react. Fortunately Han found you and took in your shocked state. “What’s wrong?”, he grabbed your shoulders. “She’s dead, Han.”, you responded. Han gently took you into his arms as he guided you back to the Falcon. He glanced back at Roah before carrying on.

As you boarded the ship, you saw Chewie sat on a bench giving you a sad look. Han placed you on a bed carefully. He pulled up the covers and just as he was going to move back and drive the ship, you mumbled quietly: “Stay.”

“Alright.”, he muttered. “Chewie, drive for me.”, he grumbled with his usual attitude.

He looked at you with kind eyes as you moved over to make space for him on the tiny bed. You rested your head against his shoulder and he smiled as he looked down at you. That was maybe the first time you had seen him smile.

[tonowaritrash]

three’s company pt 6

part 5; part 6; part 7

this part is inspired by another fanfic i read recently. it’s absolutely filthy and dirty but i think you guys will like it!

pairing: tonowari x reader x jake sully

tags: bi! tonowari, bi! jake sully, needy jake, jake has an oral fixation, p in v sex, oral (fem receiving) dom wari if you squint, jakesully banter, feelings of infidelity even though it’s technically not infidelity because the arrangement is non-exclusive

minors dni

jake was a flirt, there was no denying it. despite being different, from the moment he’d arrived his charms made the women clamour for his attention. plus, he was more than capable of taking care of himself and he was definitely good looking, all things that tonowari and you had taken into account when you decided to add him to your dynamic.

you hummed as you balanced a basket of fruit on your hip on your way to your marui. the days were warm and the sea had been inviting so you and tonowari had taken the day off for a swim. your hair was still damp and tonowari had gone on ahead to the marui after you’d offered to grab some food.

the trip took you to the other side of the settlement, under a canopy of shady leaves that offered a merciful coolness to the uncomfortable weather. now you were returning, food in hand wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of your day off lazing about at home.

so it came as a surprise when on your way back you’d heard low voices, one recognisable and the other feminine one harder to place. it was clearly a private conversation as they were speaking by the large rocks of the tide pools, but your curiousity piqued and you took a sneaky glance around the rock.

jake’s back was pressed against a rock, his lithe body framed by a woman from your tribe. it was hard to read his expression but her hand was on his hip and he didn’t seem overly eager to rid himself of it.

you couldn’t hear what was being said but their lips touched and you had to look away.

with an oddly troubled heart you walked back to your marui and placed the basket on the table. tonowari picked up on your sour mood immediately and walked up to you, delicately placing a hand on your shoulder.

“what is it, my love?”

you sighed and shook your head. “it’s dumb…i saw jake and another woman just now by some rocks…”

an inquisitive eyebrow rose. “and you’re jealous?”

you turned to face him, soft blue eyes searching through your very soul. you caressed his face. “mah wari, is it so wrong that i thought we were enough for him?”

he kissed your hand. “you feel as though he is taking you for granted.”

“perhaps.” you paused and sighed. “what he does with his own time is his business. who he wants should be none of my concern.”

“you don’t truly believe that, do you?”

you frowned at him but couldn’t deny that he was right. you were jealous, and feeling petty.

a small smile crept on tonowari’s face. it cheeky, perhaps a little devious and not one you saw often. but you knew that whatever he had cooked up in his mind was worth pursuing.

-0O0-

later that week you sat on tonowari’s lap with him lazily pumping two of his fingers into you. it wasn’t enough to get you off, but enough to tease you in the way he knew drove you wild. you were nervous for what was to come, and a little worried, but he calmed you with soft words and chaste kisses.

jake entered your marui with this scene in front of him, and the cheeky expression that adorned his face was wiped away immediately. you watched in almost amusement as his expression turned to hunger.

“i hope you don’t mind that i warmed her up a bit,” tonowari said softly before he nuzzled your neck.

jake shook his head and moved closer. “not if it means i get to walk into something like this.”

tonowari chuckled, but you knew it wasn’t at what he’d said. jake had no idea what he had just walked in to and didn’t seem to pick up on tonowari’s current mood.

your mate gently grabbed your chin and tilted it to kiss you, which you returned enthusiastically. his tongue mimicked the movement of his fingers and you squirmed, mewling into his mouth, putting on a show.

“does that feel good, sweet girl?” he asked softly, but you knew it was loud enough that jake could hear.

you nodded, biting your lip as you grabbed onto his thigh for support. his muscles were firm in your grasp and they flexed slightly under your touch.

“stay there,” he said sharply.

you hadn’t noticed that jake was moving closer and you glanced at him now to see him obey immediately. he was in front of you, barely an arm’s length away and his amber eyes pierced your blue ones.

tonowari trailed open mouthed kisses down your neck and you watched jake gulp as his eyes strayed down to where tonowari’s fingers were still buried in your heat.

“is she beautiful, jake?” he asked.

jake cleared his throat. “yes, she is.”

“you find her desirable?”

“yes.”

“do you want her?”

“more than anything.”

tonowari paused thoughtfully, trailing his other hand down your side. you close your eyes as he cupped your breast and gave your nipple a gentle pinch.

“come here and tell her how much you want her,” he said.

jake leaned down so you were face to face with him and you whimpered at the look of lust in his eyes. “princess, i want you—no, i need you. i need you like a man needs air. not a day goes by where i don’t want to bury myself in you and hear you scream my name from how good i make you feel.”

jake was speaking softly but his lips were so close that you could feel them brush against your own as he spoke. he rubbed your thighs with his hands and gently pushed them suggestively while he cocked his head with a cheeky smile.

tonowari gave him a long look, still buried in your neck before he moved his lips to your ears and asked. “how was that, sweet girl? are you convinced?”

jake’s eyes knitted in slight confusion at his words, an expression you found oddly cute. you shook your head in answer to tonowari’s question and the olo’eyktan kissed your temple in response.

“she’s not convinced,” he said now, looking at jake.

jake blinked, straightening up. “i’m sorry, not convinced of what exactly?”

tonowari breathed in and though you couldn’t see his face you knew his expression turned dark. “she caught you with another woman a few days ago by the tide pools. now while i know that the manner of arrangement isn’t exclusive, she did still feel as though she wasn’t enough for you.

“and now you come here and claim that you need her. you have to admit that it sounds a little disengenuous. i have half a mind to make you leave right now.”

“no!”

the outburst cut through tonowari’s words and you felt him tense under you as though he didn’t believe the audacity of him to interrupt the olo’eyktan while he spoke. he shot jake a look. “no?”

“i want her. i do. i really, really do.”

“kiss her. you’ll have to convince her yourself.”

he leaned down again and you tilted your head up to have your lips meet his as he crashed them into you. his hands grasped your hips as you wrapped yours around his neck.

you could feel the need and desperation as he bit your lip and traced your mouth with his tongue. the sensation made you shiver and you could feel yourself getting more wet around tonowari’s fingers.

your mate mouthed at your neck, sucking and biting at the places he knew made you scream while his fingers thrusted into you..

“need you,” jake said breathlessly. “need to taste you. need to taste how good tonowari’s making you feel.”

you nodded and jake lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of you. your cunt was still obscured by tonowari’s hand so he looked at the olo’eyktan for permission but your mate didn’t seem easily swayed.

“you want to taste her?”

“more than anything.”

tonowari took his fingers out of you and placed them in front of jake who without thinking started suckling them and moaning. the noises he made went straight to your clit and you whimpered. tonowari hushed you gently.

“how is it?” he asked jake.

“fuck it’s— i need to taste more of her,” he said.

“make her come on your tongue,” tonowari said softly. “but don’t touch yourself.”

“fuck, wari—”

“she should be your only focus. she deserves that much.”

jake relented and gave your slit a tentative lick. you gasped as you felt his tongue circle your clit gently and felt him smile softly.

you leaned back into tonowari who kissed you softly as you felt jake’s teasing tongue whisper across your lower lips. your head was cupped by tonowari as you felt his cock press against your back. it had been hard long before jake had come in, but he had paid it no mind.

jake’s tongue lapped at your clit and you moaned at the way he expertly worked you. he sucked your bud softly and squeezed your thigh at the sound you made, letting out a sinful groan as he fucked you with his tongue. your hands buried into his hair as you pulled him closer and he pushed his face deeper into you.

“jake,” you gasped and you felt tonowari lean into you more.

“how does my sweet girl taste?” tonowari asked.

“like everything i’ve ever needed,” jake responded earnestly before licking your clit again. “so fucking good, princess. fuck, please come on my tongue. let me taste more of you.”

“jake,” you whined as he kissed and flicked and fucked you with a skill that left you breathless. “oh, goddess.”

“give it to me, princess. makes me so happy when you do,” he pleaded softly. “come on.”

the pleasure broke through you like dam and you were shaking and shuddering against your olo’eyktan. jake worked you through your climax by flicking your clit between “that’s it,” and “taste so good.”

your hands were replaced by tonowari’s as he held jakes face firmly between your legs while jake continued his ministrations. he never let go and even though you were beginning to cry from overstimulation, he only pushed him harder.

“again. make her come again. make her scream.”

jake’s fingers entered you and you gasped as his tongue licked your bud in time with him thrusting them into you. it was all too much but not enough at the same time and you gripped tonowari’s arms with such force you worried it hurt him.

you panted as your legs moved of their own accord with no one to hold them down. they jerked and shook as you bit your lip.

“wari,” you whined. “s’too much.”

“you want to stop?”

you shook your head despite yourself and he chuckled. “come for me, sweet girl. come on jake’s tongue.”

the second climax tore into you and you screamed. it felt too good and too much. you could barely control your shuddering body as tonowari held on to you while jake licked at your clit with wild abandon.

“fuck, baby girl, fuck,” he said, groaning and getting up. “made me so hard coming like that. c’mere.”

he kissed you hungrily and you tasted yourself on him. despite having just had the orgasm of your life, you wanted to be filled again, by either of them. you didn’t care.

“do you want to fuck her?” tonowari asked.

“yes.”

“do you want to come inside her? to fill her with your seed? to breed her?”

“yes, fuck yes wari,” he said.

tonowari thought for a moment and then looked at you. “are you convinced, love?”

you saw the cheeky glint in his eye and smiled, understanding immediately. “no.”

he shrugged and looked at jake as though it were out of his hands. “she said no. maybe you need motivation?”

gently he lifted you and you made eye contact with jake as you were lowered onto tonowari’s long, thick cock. jake gulped as you felt every inch of the olo’eyktan rub against your walls.

your legs were still shaky so tonowari had to thrust up into you, but you more than welcomed the punishing pace he set. he fucked you relentlessly his cock filling you with each thrust while he bounced you on it.

“look how perfect she is for me,” he said to jake. “how she quivers and whimpers and moans.”

jake moved forward , cock painfully erect as he watched you get fucked by the him. you looked up at him, your hair a mess and expression completely fucked out. it made jake’s cock twitch.

tonowari came quickly with a shout, his seed coating your walls and spilling out when he pulled out. it dropped onto the floor and you knew more than anything jake wanted to taste it.

tonowari kissed your temple. “was too worked up, sorry,” he said softly and you shook your head. you’d already come twice and tonowari’s refractory period was second to none.

you looked at jake who seemed two seconds away from pouncing onto you and shivered as you widened your thighs.

“well?”

at the invitation jake looked at tonowari.

“go ahead then,” he said. “but you can’t cum unless she says so. until she’s satisfied. until she’s utterly convinced.”

with a nod jake filled you up with his weeping neglected cock and you gasped. unlike tonowari before him he was slow and deep, taking his time as his eyes slipped closed. his mouth opened and a long groan escaped it. “ohhhhhh, fuuuuck, princess.”

you felt tonowari smirk against you. “that good?”

“i could fuck this tight pussy for hours,” he said before grinding against your hips. the friction was delicious and your own mouth fell open from how good it felt.

“harder, jake,” you said softly.

he was more than willing to oblige as he snapped his hips forward. tonowari held on to you as your body melted into his torso. you tightened your walls around jake and he bit his lip as his pace stuttered. “fuck me princess, you’re gonna kill me.”

his pace picked up and your back arched. you were gasping and panting as jake grabbed your waist for leverage. his cock seemed to consume you and when he leaned down to kiss you again you were more than happy to oblige him as your tongues danced around each other.

he fucked you thoroughly and you could feel the familiar fluttering of your climax in your stomach. his cock reached you so deep it made you see stars and his swollen lips were driving you crazy.

“so close,” he said now. “fuck princess, let me cum. please baby girl. you feel so good. so, so good.”

“jake,” you said breathlessly, eyes squeezing shut. “eywa, fuck.”

“i fucking love your pussy. love how it wraps around my cock. love how tight and wet it is let me come inside you. please.”

“only mine,” you stuttered out. “this cock only is mine and wari’s jake.”

“yes—fuck, yes only yours,” he said. the rhythm of his pace was beginning to falter. “please baby girl. let me come. i need it. need you.”

he was blabbering now, tears were falling down his face from how good it felt. you grinded yourself against his thrusts for good measure and he tensed, but his hips never faltered. you were impressed.

“make me come jake,” you said now.

immediately his thumb went to your clit and you moaned. his lips caught yours again, swallowing the sound and you hooked your leg behind him to bring him closer.

“that’s it sweet girl,” tonowari said softly. “make him work for it.”

jake flicked your clit once more and you came for the third time that night. you shuddered on his cock as he kept up his pace and your walls fluttered around him.

he gasped as he frantically held off his climax, desperate to come but not to disappoint you. he was an absolute mess, in shambles, and you’d never known he could come undone like this.

“please, only yours, princess. i’m yours. fuck, fuck…”

“come jake.”

immediately he came, saying your name, thanking you, thanking tonowari as he fucked you through his climax. you felt his cum fill you up until he was fucking it out of you, his pace slowing down as the last of his seed left him.

you panted, jolts of pleasure shooting through you as wari rubbed your abused clit gently and he kissed your neck.

“fuck,” jake said softly. “fuck. didn’t peg you as the jealous type.”

you chuckled. “me neither.”

“if i’d known i wouldn’t have…” he paused and sighed. “truth is i couldn’t even get into it. you two have ruined me for anyone else.” he chuckled. “this was a weird way to make things exclusive though. if you’d asked i’d have said yes.”

“where would the fun be in that?” tonowari asked.

“you got me there.”

jake kissed you again, sweetly this time. you smiled against it and wrapped your arms around him. it was strange how different he could kiss you when he wasn’t fucking you with wild abandon.

“though when we do that again a little heads up would be nice,” he said after you separated.

you cocked your head. “when? so you enjoyed that?”

he nodded vigorously. “at the mercy of two incredibly attractive people? who wouldn’t be into that?”

you chuckled at his boyish grin but you were glad he was yours now just as you and tonowari were his.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob works in a rich bitch cafe; it's not called that of course, but most of the restaurant clientele are women who don't have "jobs" and who can eat (and drink) lunch for 3 hours a day. Hob's not complaining - the tips are good and his ass only get pinched a few times a month.

The most interesting group of ladies who come in seem to be some kind of exs club; they all dated or were married(?) to this guy Morpheus. They have a litany of complaints as their monthly lunches get more lubricated -- he's so intense and smothering, except when he's busy and disinterested; the sex is good, when he wants it, but who can tell went that is; he's so moody; he looks better in couture that (we) ever did. The best they can agree on is he's pretty and the moneys good.

Hob kind of feels bad for this guy - these ladies don't seem to ever had respected this Morpheus guy. It's too bad, but it is a bitch club so maybe they are just venting. If Hob wasn't dating this absolutely fantastic guy, Dream (the sex is great, he's intense in a way Hob loves, and Hob enjoys just cuddling him when they both need some quiet time), he might have tried to look this Morpheus guy up -- just to see if he swung Hob way; Hob would have offered to blow the guys back out, at the very least.

Oh well.

It's the monthly Mimosas & Morpheus club 😭😭 and I fucking love it.

Hob watches on in amusement. He's got to the point where he recognises the ladies and even knows some of their Morpheus-related backstory: Nada, the college girlfriend who he proposed to after just one month and then refused to even look at her again after she declined. Titania, who is at least enthusiastic about the guy's skills in bed. Calliope, the ex wife who is perhaps the kindest but also the most savage. There are others who come and go. Hob almost looks forward to hearing their stories.

One day one of the women (Bast? Hob thinks her name is?) is like "I hear he's trying men now. For goodness sake, was it not enough to traumatise the entire female population?" And the girls all laugh, and some speculate that maybe Morpheus was gay all along (Hob takes mild offense at the blatant bi erasure but it's not his place to say anything).

And then he's distracted anyway, because Dream just swanned through the cafe doors! Hob is thrilled to see his boyfriend and greets him, giving him a big ole smooch when the manager's back is turned. Dream looks pleased, but then he looks over Hob’s shoulder and all the colour (not there was much) drains from his face.

Hob follows his gaze and sees that all the ladies from the mimosas & morpheus club are staring back, jaws on the floor. Calliope stands up and quietly calls out - "Morpheus? Is that you? What are you doing here?"

But the moment she speaks, Dream - Morpheus? Slips out of Hob’s arms and flees through the door. There are angry tears in his eyes, and Hob is halfway through following him before someone tugs him back.

"Let him have a moment." One of the women - Jo, Hob remembers. She doesn't come often, counts herself as a hookup rather than an ex, and never pays for her own booze - "He looks good. Better than he used to. Obviously he just needed to find the right bloke."

Hob smiles slightly. He'll go after Dream, anyway. There's no way he'd leave his beautiful boyfriend to deal with this alone. Hob tries to imagine what it would be like to walk into a room full of his own exes and nearly gags.

When he comes back with a reluctant Dream in tow, Hob finds that he still has his job, thanks to the mimosas and morpheus club. They've also bought an entire basket of pastries to apologise and made themselves scarce.

Dream buries his head in his hands. "No doubt you have heard every sin I have ever committed, in vivid detail."

"And I still love you. Even though you do leave your knickers on the bedroom floor for days." Hob grins. "You were just looking for the right bloke, love. I think you found him."

[f1stan]

We are friends

Part 2 - the story is now set back in Brazil

Eva tried to go back to sleep that night, she was tossing and turning, she couldn't believe her new housemate has just seen her naked. This will be a story Ashton enjoys she thought, maybe it's not worth telling him about this mishap.

She felt too anxious and embarrassed to face all of her friends and Lewis so she decided that first thing before anyone was up she was going to head into the city and meet some friends that she'd made here over the years.

She text Chloe jenny and Ella to see if they were up for it, she figured the boys wouldn't want to spend some time with Lewis so didn't bother to invite them. Only Ella replied saying she was up for going, the rest thought they'd had too much to drink and the day was going to be full of doing nothing. That's fair enough.

She woke up at 6:30, well I say she woke up, but she hadn't slept that night. She got showered and got dressed, she checked the weather and it was going to be a super hot day, so she decided on a bralet and some biker shorts from Alo. She paired it with a whole lot of jewellery necklaces rings bracelets anything you could think of, she let her long her flow with its natural waves but made sure she had a claw clip on it her for when it started getting too much and needed to be tamed. She then grabbed a crochet beach cover up over her bralet, so you could still see everything but it just made the outfit slightly more fashionable before she headed out of the door with Ella.

As soon as they got in the car, Ella had a smirk on her face, like she was bursting to ask question.

'Go ahead, ask what you need' Ella let out a squeak excited that Ewa has given her the go ahead to ask all the questions.

'The Lewis Hamilton has seen you naked how does that make you feel?! Girls would dream about this including me!' Ella let out, 'what do you mean I don't even know the guy'. Ella looked at her and raised her eyebrows 'you seriously have no idea who he is?' She asked, Eva shrugged her shoulders and said nothing. 'Maybe that's a good thing'.

Just then Ella got a phone call, it was the group chat ringing, Eva thought it was strange since they were all together in the house so why would you ring as a group. Ella answered the call.

'Ella?' An unfamiliar voice said.

'are you with Eva?'

'Yeah, we're on our way to the city what's up?' She answered she clearly recognised the voice, and since Eva didn't she figured it could only be Lewis, but why on earth is he asking about her?!

'Put me on speaker please' little did he know he already was on speaker, Ella figured it would be something about Eva so she let her listen in. 'I'm sorry if I startled you yesterday, I know Chloe had sweets and she told me to go to her room so I could satisfy my sweet tooth, I didn't think you were awake. And before you ask I seen nothing! The guys have told me you think I seen you naked but it was dark I didn't see anything!'

'Okay no problem' Eva replied, not really sure what to say to him, Ella then said her good byes and told him we'd be back for dinner then hung up.

'See you're paranoid about nothing he didn't even see you! Anyway carrying on with our conversation, what did you think of him? You know he's single right?' Ella wiggled her eyebrows.

'I didn't really see him it was dark' Eva said cowering her head.

'All this running away and you didn't even see him?! Why would he have seen you if you didn't see him?!'

'Ella, I could see his pecks, surely he could also see mine. Besides Ella, I know it may be easier for you to act like he doesn't exist but I have a boyfriend' Eva face palmed. And that was the end of the conversation as they pulled up to a coffee shop ready to meet with their Brazilian friends.

They'd met up and all decided to go to the beach, there were some old faces which they knew from their previous vacations and some new.

Ella decided it would be fun to tell everyone the story about me and Lewis bumping into each other last night, to which they were all laughing so hard they could barely catch a breath. It seemed as thought they all also knew Lewis, they knew exactly who she was talking about straight away.

That's when Juliana asked about my boyfriend, slightly awkward bearing in mind that we had just spoke about how someone seen me naked. I told her about Ashton we actually met in Brazil the year before and started dating in October, I then up and left France and moved to England in March. We moved really quick yes, but there was nothing I was more sure of than me and him.

'Oh yes, Ashton, Man City player? I know him! Yeah I think he seen me naked a few times too!' She said laughing. Strange thing to say to his girlfriend but I ignored it, I came here to relax not to get into it with people I've only just met.

Soon enough me and Ella were on the way back to the house, ‚Juliana and Lewis were dating not long ago, neither of them actually confirmed it to anyone but we all knew it. It was insensitive of me to mention the situation in front of her, and that's probably why she mentioned Ashton, I'm sorry' Ella said her head hanging low like she was ashamed of herself.

‚hey, don't worry about it. It's not a big deal I wasn't with Ashton at the time and honestly it doesn't bother me anymore I see him pictured with a new girl every week' she sighed and flashed a defeated smile at her friend.

Ella felt sad for Eva, she could see she was hurting and the fact that she's now said she's used to it is heartbreaking. She has now made it her mission to have this vacation all about Eva and her being happy, starting with getting it through to her that she needs to leave Ashton.

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

The Keldabe Kiss

A/N: It’s no secret I actually despise February 14th (whether I’m single or not!) and so I fall back on my boys to help me through. Don’t ask, I’m complicated. This year the lucky guy is Tech 🥹 honestly my clone fixation has blown up recently and I’m not even sorry. (I use that tag a lot.) I wrote something simple for him.

Summary: Festival of Love has come to Ord Mantel (yes I fucked with the timeline.)

Warnings: none except this is based on a little universe I have going on in my head where the Bad Batch rescued a medic and nicknamed her Stitch. F!Reader (I can’t remember if I stipulated that in the fic so just covering my ass. If could be GN I honestly can’t remember.) Mention of children (Omega.) It’s kinda fluffy.

Word Count: 3.5k+

You stood outside Cid’s parlour, watching some people put up flickering lights ready for tomorrow's Festival. You’d been so set on going, never having the opportunity to experience something like this before as you’d always been on the run or ‘avoiding the locals', your father had called it. These things were never fun alone though.

The wistful sigh couldn’t be contained but your sinking mood was lifted by the group coming toward you. Their armour was distinctive, marked with orange and grey, carrying their helmets as they eyed everyone with a healthy dose of suspicion. You knew where they were heading and you waited to side until they reached you.

“Ah, Stitch!” Wrecker grinned joyfully at you and barged past his brothers to grab you in a bear hug, lifting you clean off the ground.

“Wrecker!” You giggled, momentarily losing your balance after being swept off your feet. Hunter automatically reached out to steady you with a firm hand to your shoulder followed by the softening of his gaze. “Good mission?”

“Depends on what you’d define as good.” Hunter muttered and moved past you revealing Tech who made eye contact for a brief second.

“That bad?” You asked and fell into step beside the younger looking clone.

“Well no one was injured, so I think you’d class that as a successful mission. Cid, not so much.”

“Ah,” you understood perfectly. They left you at the bar with Omega and you glanced at her fallen face, wondering how you could cheer her up. “There is a festival tomorrow,” you told her.

“What sort of festival?”

“It’s a celebration of the best things in life. There’s going to be stalls selling special items, different food, they are putting decorations up and I heard, there might even be fireworks.”

“Fireworks??” Her brown eyes shone with wonder.

“Want to come with me?”

“Oh yes! Hunter, can I go with Stitch?” Omega swivelled on her stool and you looked up at the tired group as they all grabbed a drink.

“Go where?” He asked, his tone laced with doubt and you wondered if you should have offered at all.

“Oh it’s nothing…” you tried to gloss over it but once Omega got her teeth into something she didn’t let it drop.

“It’s not nothing! It sounds really cool! There might even be fireworks,” she parroted. “I want to go.”

“You’re talking about the festival, tomorrow?” Echo huffed as he slumped on the other side of you.

“The Festival of Love originated from Endor and has since been recognised in places like Naboo, Coruscant, Ord Mantell and other places. The Festival is to honour kinship and love. Traditions include exchanging gifts, eating meals and…dancing.” Tech lowered his datapad and glanced at the expressions on his brother’s faces.

Echo sighed and turned to look around the bar like he wasn’t even part of this conversation, Wrecker grumbled something about wanting to play dejarik and sidled off. Hunter’s shoulders slouched like he couldn’t think of anything more tedious while Tech had his nose in his datapad, probably scrolling through more facts.

“I don’t mind taking her,” you mumbled.

“You can’t take Omega on your own,” Hunter instantly said, causing Omega to cross her arms and sulk. “Plus we have another mission for Cid tomorrow.” He leaned closer to the little girl and you could see the regret etched on his tattooed face. “I’m sorry, Omega.”

“I never get to see anything fun!” She pushed away from the bar and stormed off to find Wrecker.

“Handled that well,” Echo muttered.

“You could have stepped in,” Hunter shot back hotly.

“May I suggest an alternative?” Tech appeared at your shoulder, taking Omega’s vacant seat.

“You’re going to anyway,” Echo snarked under his breath and you raised an eyebrow but Tech didn’t even notice the other clones' sour tone.

“If it’s Omega running off you’re worried about, I can watch her. I’ll make her wear a tracker.”

“Tech! You can’t put a tracker on a kid!” Hunter nearly spat out his drink in shock and stared incredulously at his brother.

“I can. I have before and she didn’t seem to mind.”

“Did she know?” You asked Tech gently, making him look up from his datapad as he thought about your question.

“Actually, no.”

“I don’t think she should go and it puts us at a disadvantage if Tech stays behind.”

“Not so,” Tech cut across Echo. “You don’t need my particular skill set for this mission.”

“He’s right,” Hunter agreed and Echo just rolled his eyes in response. A strained quiet settled over the group only broken by the sounds of the parlour and Tech’s tapping on his datapad. You clutched your drink, feeling bad that you’d not spoken to Hunter first, of course it was his decision if you took Omega or not. “All right, fine!” Hunter grumbled and then downed his drink. “Plant a tracker on her and do not let her take it off. Plant one on Stitch while you��re at it, we can’t afford to lose her either.”

“Gladly,” Tech blinked owlishly at his own response and his fingers stilled on the screen.

“Well! Now that’s settled I’m going to head back. I’ve had a long day.” You emptied your own cup and slipped off the stool, hoping no one would notice the silly smile you couldn’t suppress at the idea of Tech putting a tracker on you.

“Tech…” Hunter jerked his head in your direction and then went off to find Omega and no doubt tell her the good news about tomorrow.

“Of course.” To your surprise the datapad was put away and he stood, looking at you with an air of expectancy. “You were leaving?” He reminded you, a hint of uncertainty in his voice like he worried he’d missed something.

“You’re coming with me?” Tech swallowed and adjusted his specs as his honeyed brown eyes met yours for just a second.

“Hunter is worried about you walking back at this time. Crime activity has increased by 28 percent in this section and I believe it’s why he wants you and Omega to have an escort tomorrow.”

“Oh.” You stood there stupidly for a second, trying to gather your skittish thoughts. “It’s not necessary,” you eventually managed to say.

“I believe it is.” You couldn’t argue against that so you didn’t protest anymore and he followed you out. The street was almost empty, just a few people with their heads down as they went home. Tech kept a watchful eye, his hand never straying far from his DC-17s. He stayed about half a step behind you almost bumping into you when you stopped at your door.

“Well, we made it.”

“So it would seem. I have yet to check your residence.” You sputtered out a laugh but he only continued to stare at you as he waited for you to admit him.

“You’re serious. Ok, sorry about the mess.” The door opened and the lights came on automatically. You went to go in but he put out an arm to stop you, dropping the visor down over his specs and stalking into your apartment that also doubled as your treatment room.

Your droid woke up at the movement beeping out a greeting, coming forward a few steps before the power seemed to disappear completely from it and you huffed as it slouched lifelessly. Opening the front panel you stared completely clueless at the wires wishing you could afford to get the damn thing fixed.

“The charging ports might need replacing,” Tech announced his arrival from scouting out your place. “I could run a diagnostic if you like?”

“It’s late, you’ve barely been home.”

“Home is a state of mind.”

“Yeah…” he was right. You’d never had a place you could really call home. So home being a feeling rather than a place was the most accurate thing you’d heard in a long time.

“Another time then,” Tech said. “Your place is clear. I shall be back tomorrow with Omega.” He walked towards the door and you followed, desperately wanting to say something else but not sure what.

“Tech…” he turned at the sound of his name and you really tried hard not to gaze directly into his eyes, knowing that made him uncomfortable. “Be careful. On the way back.”

“Always,” he saluted you with two fingers before disappearing round the corner. You closed and locked your door letting out a frustrated sigh. Of all the clones to harbour secret feelings for…

Your droid looked like a patient, laid out on the table with its wires hanging out as you tried to repair it, not wanting to put Tech out. He had better things to do than maintain your equipment. The door alarm sounded and you quickly smoothed down the material of your outfit, your heart fluttering a little at the idea of spending the whole day with Tech. And Omega.

The latter wrapped herself around you as soon as your door opened, her mouth instantly going as she spilled her excitement. You grinned at Tech and his tense expression, beckoning them inside. Omega went straight to your table, standing on a supply crate to have a proper look inside the droid.

“Did she sleep much?” You asked him noticing the way he clutched his datapad and glanced over at the mess your droid was in.

“She slept less than the normal amount,” he informed you matter of factly. “Echo was not amused.”

“Not a lot amuses him at the moment,” you replied dryly.

“Echo believes we should be doing more against the Empire rather than just hiding. He cannot help it.” You hated to admit Tech was right. He seemed completely unruffled by the conversation and you admired his utter acceptance of his brothers.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes!” Omega leapt down and hurried to the door. “Come on! We don’t want to miss anything!” She shouted and you smiled at Tech as he refrained from rolling his eyes.

“I’m not actually sure we can miss an all day event,” Tech called after her. “You forgot this.” You locked your door and turned to find him holding out a tracker on the palm of his hand, the light blinking innocently.

“I don’t think Hunter was serious about one for me,” you half laughed but Tech stayed standing in your way with his hand held out.

“He was. And so am I.” You took the tracker and slipped it into your pocket, Tech lifted his datapad and pressed a few buttons. “Perfect signal.” For some reason that made you so happy that you’d pleased him over something so simple.

“Are you guys coming?” Omega appeared around the corner eyeing you both just standing in your doorway. Tech brought up the rear as you reached for Omega and she clasped your hand eagerly.

The festival wasn’t what you expected at all, it was so much better. The streets were lined with pink and red coloured streamers, all fluttering in the breeze. Bunting stretched from one side of the street to the other and the lights were flickering. You couldn’t wait to get the full effect of it when it was dark.

Omega danced from stall to stall, her excitement contagious and you found yourself caught up in her joy and zest for life. Tech trailed after you both, suffering the chatter, loud noises and heavy crowds. Keeping himself occupied by noting down new facts or recording anything he found remotely interesting.

You happened upon a stall run by a twi’lek, your stomach rumbling at the fresh meilooruns. You approached the stall noticing the usually orange fruit had a purple tinge to the rind. You’d never had this variant before but before you could ask for one Omega was tugging on your hand and dragging you to look at something else.

Soon even Omega was flagging, but her eyes were still wide from all the sights she’d experienced. Her bag was full of trinkets and she’d bought something for each of her brothers. You felt honoured that she had asked for your opinion, enjoying the feeling she instilled inside you. She really was something special.

As darkness fell you suggested getting a good view for the fireworks and began to head in the direction of the seating area when Tech stopped you.

“I have a better place where we can watch the fireworks, away from the crowds.”

“Is it far?” Omega asked, chasing it up with a yawn.

“It’s approximately 0.5 klicks from our current location,” Tech rattled off as he adjusted his specs, the light of the datapad reflected in them.

“I can make it,” she said cheerily but you heard the fatigue in her voice, especially if she had been up early hassling her older brothers.

Now Tech took point, leading you away from the streets where the festival was still in full swing. You wanted to question him but instead you decided to trust him. Tech had never let you down yet. Your interest peaked when he told you to climb an outside staircase. Omega went first with no hesitation, climbing to the top of the seemingly abandoned building and gasping loudly.

“Oh…wow.” You looked up at the sky, mesmerised by the amount of stars that dotted the black sky above you. Tech had led you to a place on the edge of town that wasn’t affected by the lights of the festival, giving you an incredible view of the stars and no doubt the fireworks when they started.

“I calculated the amount of noise and light pollution from the festival. From that I was able to survey an appropriate place where it was quiet and had uninterrupted views.”

“Tech…this is amazing!” You gushed.

“He checked it out last night,” Omega said slyly and Tech looked at her in shock. “What? I was awake when you snuck out. Now I know what you were doing.”

“Clearly I wasn’t as subtle as I thought,” he muttered, reaching to adjust his specs again.

“Oh look! Seats!” Omega dropped her bag and fell into one, turning to wave you over.

“Were these you as well?” You asked Tech quietly.

“The fireworks are supposed to last approximately 15 minutes. I had assumed that by being on your feet all day and chasing Omega, you’d want to rest.”

“You assumed correctly.” Omega had taken the middle seat, cuddling up into you when you settled beside her. Tech sat on the other end, his trusty datapad in his hand as he counted down to the fireworks; and they started exactly when he said they would.

The fireworks were the best moment of the day, filling the sky with glittery flashes that lit up the world all around you. Omega laid her head in your lap and you rested a hand on her side watching the display together. You revelled in the deep bangs that seemed to explode in your chest and the fizzling crackles that popped in your ears. You’d never seen something so eye-catching and you were sorely disappointed when they finished; just a plume of white smoke the only evidence that they had happened at all.

“She’s asleep.” You glanced down at Omega and sure enough her eyes were closed, even breaths passing through her slightly open lips as she lay completely relaxed in your lap. “You’re good with her.”

“You think so?” Biting your lower lip you glanced over at Tech to find him looking at you both with a strange expression on his face that he tried to hide.

“I know so. Due to her nature she is exceptionally accepting but she does seem to favour you.” Gently you swiped some blonde strands out of her peaceful face, regretful that you were going to have to wake her soon.

“I think she’s great and after everything she’s seen and been through…she still has this innocence about her. She’s a credit to you all.”

“I don’t see us having much influence over her,” Tech said and you scoffed at his words.

“She idolises every single one of you.”

“That’s nice to hear,” you turned to find Hunter, Echo and Wrecker coming from behind. Tech stood up and greeted his brothers. Wrecker reached down and plucked the sleeping child from your lap, cradling her in his massive arms.

“Look at her,” he whispered in his gravelly voice. “This is the quietest she’s been for days!”

“Don’t wake her then, Wrecker!” Echo hissed as they made their way carefully down the stairs.

“Was it worth it?” Hunter asked you and the smile that spread over your face told him everything he needed to know.

“Thanks for lending us Tech. He did actually put a tracker on me,” you told Hunter who let out a soft chuckle.

“Good. I’d be having words with him if he didn’t.”

“You know, I’m scrappy. I can look after myself.” Hunter fixed you with a knowing glare and it reminded you so much of Tech for a moment.

“It’s what we do. Anyway we need you, Stitch. More than we like to admit.”

“Medics are everywhere,” you told Hunter with a quick roll of your eyes.

“Not ones, as good as you.” The pair of you stopped and looked back at Tech who came to an abrupt halt. “Well,” he adjusted his specs and lifted his datapad. “Stitch has performed 107 successful repairs on all of us together, the most drastic being my broken femur from the failed mission on Serenno. Not to mention the blaster shot to your chest and Wrecker’s shoulder. Also her continual observation of Echo…” Hunter gave his brother a lopsided smile and clapped him firmly on the shoulder.

“Now you’ve listed her best accomplishments, you can walk her home.” He melted into the shadows suddenly leaving you and Tech alone in the dark.

“Do you know the best route? I’m still not familiar with this part of town,” you admitted shyly.

“It won’t take us long,” he reassured you. The walk was quiet, you weren’t sure what to say to him and your feet were beginning to ache something drastic. You followed Tech onto a street you were familiar with and fished around in your pockets for the tracker.

“I should give this back.”

“Keep it. I have plenty.” Tech said quickly. He glanced at you and then continued. “It’s a modified one, with a panic option that goes straight to my datapad. Should you ever need it.” Your fingers closed round the tracker, suddenly finding it the most precious thing you had.

All too soon your door loomed and the pair of you stood under the small light that flowed on the outside.

“Tech…?”

“Yes?”

“I got you, something.” He watched curiously as you opened your bag and pulled out a small box, taking it gently when you offered it to him. “I hope it’s useful.” He opened the lid and revealed a brand new All-kit tool. The handle had a rubber grip, the alloy shiny from having never been used. At first Tech didn’t say anything, just reaching for the tool and you panicked, thinking you’d got something he really didn’t need. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know if you had one, I’ve never noticed you with one.”

“I don’t,” he interrupted. “I didn’t have one, until now.” He looked up to see the relieved smile cross your face and a small frown appeared on his own. “You shouldn’t be so worried, I am always in need of tools and this…” he pulled it from the box and with a flick began to cycle through the different heads. “It’s immediately my favourite,” he reassured you. “Which reminds me…” he put the box in his bag and extracted something that had you gasping a little. “I saw you looking at these but not actually buy one.” You took the purple fruit from his hand, trying not to over think the fact you both gave a gift during the Festival of Love. He probably didn’t realise the depth of the tradition and you were fine with that. Although out of the whole squad, he’d be the only one to know.

“Tech, thank you so much.” Emotion coloured your tone and you stepped closer to him. Gently resting a hand on his shoulder you made your intentions clear expecting him to pull away. When he didn’t you went ahead and planted a soft kiss on his cheek, breathing him in as you did. He lifted a hand to rest against your elbow, as though he was steadying you both. Your eyes were still closed as you pulled your lips into your mouth, reluctant to move away just yet. Tech’s quick breath fanned over your face as he pressed his forehead against yours. His fingers tightened on your arm and you both stood like that for a moment, just drinking in each other's closeness.

“Tech?” His com lit up with Hunter’s voice and you separated. Clearing your throat you backed up and allowed him to answer, telling Hunter he was all right and was just making his way back.

“Thanks, Tech.” You swallowed down the huskiness in your voice. “For today, for all of it. Get back safely, please.”

“Always,” he said, touching two fingers to his forehead and giving you the casual salute. “I’ll be back tomorrow to fix your droid.” He told you, walking backwards down the street, his gaze still fixed on you.

“I’ll be here,” you answered, leaning on your doorframe and watching him leave.

“I know.”

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Hello, how are you? I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write a story between Sam Winchester x reader, inspired by taylor swift's enchanted song. A very cute story, romantic and full of feelings.

Sam deserves a charming romance❤️

Thank you so much for this request I love writing for Sam. I want to apologise for how long this has taken for me to write, I’ve been so busy with exams this month. Thank you for your patience I hope you like it. <3

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 <𝟑

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠?

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 <𝟑

“I don’t want to go to the bar again” I rolled my eyes whining, as Lana dragged me out of the car. “Oh don’t be like that y/n, I only have to do an hours shift just keep me company” she begged fluttering her eyes like a toddler.

“I said I’d drop you here not wait here with you Lana, I have a life too” “what are you off to do? Sit at home listening to depressing music” she scoffed putting her hands on her hips. “It’s better than sitting at the same old lonely place” I jerked my head back looking behind her at the old, rickety wooden building.

“It’s only an hour, you might meet someone who will cheer you up” she smiled walking towards her work place. “I won’t! It’s the same old drunks from yesterday and the day before- and last month” I yelled following her into the bar but she took little acknowledgement of what I was saying.

I took my familiar seat at the end of the bar and after Lana put her apron on she dropped a drink in front of me with a large smile on her glossy lips. Before darting off to help out customers. I put my head in my left hand leaning on the bar and getting out my phone.

“No new notifications”

I sighed at how bored I was already. I tried the drink and almost gaged at how strong it was. I’m pretty sure it was just pain vodka with no mixer. It tasted like hand sanitiser but I still swallowed it. Lana came over a few times throughout the half an hour I’d been sitting here. I don’t know why she needed me, she was perfectly fine at talking and flirting with customers on her own.

The bell of the bar rang when the door was pushed open. Two men in suits stepped inside talking to each other indistinguishably. One of them. He stood tally over his partner. His shiny hair brushed his shoulder, bouncing everytime he moved his head. His face was chiselled with a short beard. Facial hair. He was exactly my type. Everything about him drew me in.

Who doesn’t like a man in a suit? I looked over to Lana to see if she’d clocked them. She had. She was smiling at me while subtly nodding in their direction. My eyes widened at her as we communicated in complete silence. When I looked back towards them the taller one was looking all me. We locked eyes, his brow slightly crinkled as if to say ‘have we met?’.

My mood completely changed now I’d seen him. I was more optimistic about the night. He whispered something to his partner before that guy nodded and walked off towards a table. I turned around to go back to my drink, which I almost spat out when I heard a “hey” from a silhouette behind me. “Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” he chuckled sitting down as I held in a cough from the burning of the vodka.

“No it- it’s okay I wasn’t scared, takes a bit more than that” I laughed back, my heart was pounding against my chest and i felt my cheeks blushing. “That’s a good thing, the worlds a pretty scary place” he raised an eyebrow as he put a piece of paper down on the table and got something out of his pocket. “Your an- agent?” My eyes widened scanning his badge.

“I’m investigating these missing hikers” his explained lightly as he pushed the sheet towards me as if we were passing notes in secrecy. “Well agent Jenkins, I’d be happy to help you on this case but I’m afraid I don’t recognise these people” I told him after taking a good look at them. I wish I had recognised them so we could stay and talk longer.

“You don’t have to call me that” he told me, making me look up into his eyes. “What do i call you then?”. He looked hesitant about it but eventually pointed to the first name that was on his badge. “Issac” “nice to meet you Issac” I nodded with a twinkle. “Do I get to know your name now?” “It’s y/n” “so y/n, what are you doing drinking alone at a bar?”.

“Oh I’m not alone this is sorta a regular thing as much as I hate it” I shrugged taking another swig of my drink. “Ah- you waiting for a boyfriend?”, my eyes lifted up to his and a smile formed across my face. “No boyfriend, I’m waiting on my friend to finish her shift” I pointed to Lana. “What about you? How’s your partner feel about you travelling here to look for missing people”

Please Don’t be in love with someone else

“My only partner is him” he nodded at the other man making me laugh. “It seems like a stable relationship” I shrugged a little turning back to the man in front of me. “It is, he’s always got my back you know” he told me seeming almost proud of his partnership, keeping the playful conversation going. “So- how long do these cases usually take?”.

“Well, I hope we find them quickly they could be in danger- but i um- hope the paperwork takes a while” he smiled sweetly at me. “There’s some cabins along here” I pointed to a map he had underneath the missing person report. “They may be held up in there if one of them are injured” i flirtatious fluttered my eyes. He hesitated when looking away from me and looking at my finger pointing.

“That’s really helpful, thank you” “I hope they’re okay” I shrugged lightly. “We’re on it, they’ll be fine” he chuckled putting his arm against the bar getting comfortable. “Is that a brag that your good at your job?” “Yes” he laughed out loud at my bluntness. “It’s hard- it not fun but- parts of it are? Dose that make any sense” he chewed his lip.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t enjoy it or enjoy spending time with who you work with” I nodded understanding where he was coming from. “Yeah and perks are you get to meet new people all the time” “do you now? and do you flirt with all of them?” I raised my eyebrows smirking. But the man shook his head “never” he shrugged bluntly, I believed him.

“Y/n! Im done we can get going- Ive just heard there’s a party at Dona’s house” Lana tapped my arm from the other side of the bar. “W- now?” I asked in shock looking at her as she untied her uniform and hung it up. “Yes let’s go” she nodded to the door “until I see you again y/n” he smiled warmly at me. “Hold on a second please” I put my hand on his indicating for him not to get up. “Lana!”.

She walked back over “what’s up?” “This is Isaac he’s looking for these people, do you recognise them?” “You work for the FBI?” She questions peering at the badge on the table. “Yes, these hikers have disappeared- me and my parter have been assigned to look for them” “im so sorry agent but I haven’t seen them before, they’ve never stepped foot in here” she shrugged her shoulders shutting down the conversation straight away.

“Right well thanks for your time Lana, I should probably get on with the investigation” he said looking back at me now. “Well- good luck, not that you need it because of how good you are at your job” I joked stepping away slowly. The man chuckled shaking his head “the best, hope I see you around y/n” he brushed my shoulder with his hand as we parted ways.

My cheeks burnt up as we left the bar. Lana waited until we were outside before she started squealing. “Oh he’s deffo down for you” “do you think?” I smiled lightly getting a warm feeling inside. “He wanted to take you right back to your house” she nodded winking at me. “No- Lana i don’t want just meaningless sex anymore” I told her seriously.

I got back into the car sighing, looking towards the bar. “I- I’m sorry I didn’t realise you felt like that” she smiled weakly rubbing my knee. “Did you really feel a spark?” “It was- enchanting lana” my read cheeks burnt hotter.

“I dunno, I want to go home I’ll drop you to this party if you want”. “No it’s okay, I’ll come with you- I’m sure I can cheer you up” “no- no you don’t have to I’m not good company at the moment” I shook my head. “Why don’t you gon and get his number?”

“I- i cant, I’ll just spend forever wondering if he knew” a sigh escaped my lips before I started the car up and drove us both home. Lana did try to cheer me up but I was just angry with myself that I’d let someone like him just go. He was everything I wanted, my thoughts were echoing his name. I hoped that we’d meet again one day.

And in an effort to I went to work with Lana every day the next week. I was praying that he’d come in, maybe for a celebratory drink, or a stressed drink. But he didn’t. Seven days I waited for him to show, I was praying that was our first page and not where the storyline ended. But he didn’t come. So on the next day I didn’t go to work with Lana, what was the point.

I stayed lying in my bed scrolling through reels on my phone pretending that the outside world didn’t exist. Trying to convince myself the whole meeting was a figure of my imagination.

*Knock knock*

Was Lana finished with work already? She was supposed to be working until ten, it was only half eight. I lifted the covers off myself and checked how I looked in the mirror. Hot, as always. I walked down my stairs and went to the front door pulling it open. To my amazement there he stood. There HE stood. He was at my door??.

“Hey um…” “Issac? how- uh how did you know where I lived?” I raised my eyebrow looking around outside. “Sorry- well I went back to the bar to look for you but you obviously weren’t there, so I asked Lana were i could find you” he shrugged looking down at me from his incredible hight. “You where looking for me?” I smiled feeling way less stupid now. “Because I felt something- when I met you, something real”

“I felt it when I saw your face”. He sighed and looked up to the sky “but I haven’t been completely honest with you about who I am- what I do” he chewed his lip when looking back at me. I shuffled on my feet waiting for an answer. “My names not Issac Jenkins- it’s Sam Winchester and I don’t work for the FBI” he told me slowly not removing our eye contact. I didn’t know what to say, my hand came up to my neck scratching awkwardly.

“Why’d you lie?” “My jobs much more dangerous it requires me to lie sometimes- and im being really selfish here by telling you the truth but- I can’t help it y/n” he whispered the last part to me. I lips curved a smile involuntarily. “Can we start over? I’m Sam- and im thinking about sticking around in town for a bit longer if you’d do me the honour of taking you out for dinner tomorrow night”.

My head nodded before I even knew how to form words. “Hey, I’m y/n- and it would be a pleasure to go on a date with you tomorrow night sam” I stuck my hand out as if we’re meeting again. He chuckled and shook my hand. “Would you like to come in? I can put the kettle on and I can get to know the real you?” “Id like that” Sam agreed taking a step towards me into my home. “Your limping?”

“It was a hell of a case” he laughed with wide eyes. “I can’t wait to tell you all about it” he grinned limping past me.

It really was just the first page.

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The first thing Younghoon says when he and Hyunjae step out of the car and onto their client’s property is: “I knew this was a bad idea.”

And really, Hyunjae can’t blame him for it. The house they stand in front of is massive. A tall and wide stone structure that seems as if it belongs in a children’s horror movie. It’s almost comical the way the turrets on each corner casts threatening shadows over the rest of the property from the light of the moon. The vines crawling up the south wall scream negligence even though Hyunjae and Younghoon both know the owner of this house has more than enough money to take care of it.

But Hyunjae would never let Younghoon be privy to such thoughts. Instead, Hyunjae scoffs at his best friend and says, “Don’t be a wuss.”

“Sometimes being a wuss is a good thing, Hyunjae.” Younghoon says, refusing to take his eyes off the house. “Take that guy that does silent Shakespeare in the parking lot of my office. The world would be a much better place if he had a little less confidence.”

“He’s not that bad.”

Younghoon makes a face. “Point is–I’ll be a wuss if I want to be a wuss.”

“Okay, come on, I know memory has never been your strong point, Younghoon–”

“My memory is fine.”

“–but have you really already forgotten who our client is?”

Younghoon releases a breath, exasperated, wagging a finger in Hyunjae’s face. “Don’t talk about my boss as if he’s a client. You offered the job to him. We aren’t even getting paid for this.”

“Alright,” Hyunjae relents, putting his hands up in defense, “Touche, but,”

“But what?”

Making a weary face, Hyunjae says, “But you don’t want your boss to think you’re running a fake psychic side business, do you?”

Younghoon leans in and in a hushed, frustrated voice says, “But that’s exactly what we’re doing. And in case your memory is failing you, he was ready to fire me last week for it. I don’t see any way you can talk yourself out of this one.”

Hyunjae just shakes his head. “Oh, Younghoon. You really think I’d walk into your boss’s office, watch him almost fire you for our soon-to-be very successful business venture, and leave without a plan to get your job back.”

Younghoon nods once. “That’s exactly what I think.”

Hyunjae lifts a hand to his chest and gasps. “You have such little faith in me.”

He rolls his eyes, disinterested.

“Your boss thinks he has ghosts. And if we’re able to solve this case, he’ll have no choice but to give you your job back. He’ll be indebted to you.”

Younghoon’s defenses fall, the furrow leaving his brow and his frown lessening. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Hyunjae emphasizes, “oh.”

“Well, in that case,” Younghoon murmurs, smoothing out the front of his dress shirt and already sauntering towards the front door, “let’s solve this thing.”

Hyunjae smiles triumphantly. “That’s the spirit partner.”

—

Younghoon knocks on the large oak door, looking confident and unafraid. But when a woman opens the door, his face falls.

“Oh,” Younghoon’s mouth opens and closes hesitantly, “Mrs. Chen?”

Hyunjae recognises the surname as Younghoon’s boss’s, but the woman shakes her head adamantly. “No, no. Mrs. Chen has been traveling for some time now. I am Karina. The housekeeper.” The woman says.

“We’re looking for Mr. Chen.” Hyunjae pipes in. “Is he here?”

“He is not.” Then, after a moment, she adds, “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“My name is Hyunjae, lead psychic with the Mount Pier Detective’s Office, and this is my partner, Hoshi From KPOP.” Younghoon does a little salute. “We were hired by Mr. Chen to help with a possible ghost situation occurring. May we come in?”

Her eyes widen momentarily. “The ghosts.” With a careful look over her shoulder, she ushers the two boys inside.

She leads them to the kitchen and offers them hot chocolate. Hyunjae’s about to say yes, lifting his hand up to show such, when Younghoon smacks his arm down. “Have you witnessed any paranormal activity here, Karina?”

“Oh, yes.” She responds, very solemnly.

Hyunjae and Younghoon share a look. “Really? Like what?”

She steps towards them, half whispering, “At first, it was the voices, lady voices, that sounded like they were coming from the attic.”

“Mrs. Chen perhaps?” Younghoon offers.

“No.” Karina insists, in the same hushed voice. “This was after she started her travels. Then, I started to hear noises coming from the vents and walls. And last night I-” Karina hesitates, eyes seeming to retreat into a memory that haunts her still.

Hyunjae instinctively leans in. “You what?”

She meets him dead in the eyes. “I saw a figure covered in white tulle walking across the edge of the woods.” She points out of the kitchen window to the wooded area that sits outside the property.

Hyunjae feels Younghoon shift beside him.

“Nope.” He says, voice quivering. “I’m out.” Then he speed walks away.

“Uh… it, uhm–” Hyunjae stammers in front of Karina. Finally, he lands on, “We’re just gonna look around.” She nods, and Hyunjae takes off after Younghoon.

“Dude,” Hyunjae whisper yells at Younghoon, finding him at the tail end of the house, “what are you doing?”

“I thought it was obvious. I’m running.” He says, before turning again towards the exit.

Hyunjae grabs his arm and pulls him back into the house, muttering, “Come on, Younghoon, let’s snoop around before Mr. Chen–”

“Hello boys,” a voice says, from beside them. Hyunjae and Younghoon stop in their tracks. “You’re early.”

Hyunjae doesn’t miss a beat. “Oh, yes. Karina let us in. We were,” he dramatically pauses, pressing his middle finger against the temple of his forehead, “psychically drawn to the house 30 minutes before our agreed upon meeting time.”

Mr. Chen scowls.

“Thank you again for the opportunity,” Younghoon says, sounding particularly kiss-assy, “we are excited to help you and your family out with the ghosts.”

“I’m not.” He says, moving forward, setting his stuff down around the house. “This was my wife’s idea, but nevermind that,” he turns back to the two boys and clasps his hands together, “where do we start?”

“Well, usually, we like to–” Younghoon begins.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Chen.” Hyunjae says gravely, cutting Younghoon off. “But I’m afraid Younghoon and I will have to work alone.”

“Hyunjae.” Younghoon warns out of the side of his mouth.

“No, Younghoon, you know how I get when there are skeptics around, and I, right now, am sensing very heavily that you,” Hyunjae lifts his finger, letting it fly around the air sporadically before it lands on Mr. Chen, “are a skeptic.”

Mr. Chen doesn’t argue. Instead, he guides them towards the study where Karina has complained of hearing the voices the most and heads towards the kitchen himself.

“Alright, so what’s the plan?” Younghoon asks, as soon as the door closes.

Hyunjae takes a bite of pasta, and with a full mouth mumbles, “no clue, man.”

“What are you doing?”

Hyunjae takes another mouthful of the pasta from the gold-tipped fork. “What? I skipped lunch. I’m hungry.”

Younghoon reels. “Where’d you even get that?”

“Oh, the food?” Hyunjae looks down at the white ceramic bowl. With a shrug, he says, “I don’t know. I grabbed it from your office earlier today.”

Younghoon’s jaw drops. “That’s Mr. Chen’s secretary, Bianca’s!”

“So, what?”

“So, everyone knows that Bianca hand rolls her pasta, Hyunjae!”

“Well, you can tell. The texture is really quite–” Younghoon snatches the bowl from Hyunjae’s hands. “Hey!”

A knock sounds from the door of the study. “Everything alright in there?”

“Uh, yes, Mr. Chen,” Younghoon says hurriedly, making faces at Hyunjae, “everything’s fine.”

“I heard some noises, and I–”

“Not to worry, Mr. Chen,” Youngoon says, scrambling around the room, looking at the bookshelf, the desk, and the lamps before shoving Bianca’s bowl of pasta behind a pillow on the armchair. “Our work is just noisy by nature.”

Mr. Chen sounds unconvinced. “I think I’ll come in for a moment.”

Younghoon shoots daggers at Hyunjae with his eyes, silently saying now, you’ve done it and outloud telling his boss, “That really isn’t necessary.”

“No, actually, I think it is.”

Hyunjae makes a series of incomprehensible noises, sitting on the ground of the study and dragging Younghoon down with him.

And right before the door opens, Hyunjae grabs Younghoon’s hands, closes his eyes, and animatedly shouts, “Spirits! I see you! I see you! I–” his eyes open and land on a pair of house slippers, “I see…” his gaze trails up to Younghoon’s boss’s. He points to the slippers. “Are those Valentino?”

“Hyunjae!” Younghoon exclaims.

“Forgive me, Mr. Chen, when someone breaks my connection with the spirits, they instead lead me towards the most expensive thing in the room.”

“What?” Mr. Chen mutters.

“I know.” Hyunjae offers, sympathetically. “It’s both a blessing and a curse. I can’t explain it.”

“Well, apologies for breaking the…” he waves his hand at Hyunjae and Younghoon’s joined ones, “connection. I was just hoping to get an update on how it’s going.”

Hyunjae and Younghoon both stand, sharing a look of disappointment. “Well, before you interrupted, it was going very well. The spirits were actually telling me all about the voices from the vents and how the dog has been acting strange recently.”

Mr. Chen’s lips make a fine line. “My dog has been fine.”

“Oh, really, then, how do you explainnnn…,” Hyunjae draws out the last syllable, waiting.

Nothing happens.

He tries again. “How do you explainnnnn…”

Mr. Chen sighs tiredly. “Is this a joke to you?”

Hyunjae sighs, fiddling at his belt loop. He turns to Younghoon who looks annoyed at best. “I really thought there’d be–”

Just then, a dog comes bursting into the study barking madly. Mr. Chen is in action at once, holding his dog back by the collar and looking back and forth between Hyunjae and his dog. “How on earth did you…?”

“Like I said,” Hyunjae again presses a finger to his temple, “the spirits told me.”

“What’s he barking at?” The question comes from Younghoon. Hyunjae can hear the waver in his voice hidden under layers of faux confidence. Younghoon follows the dog’s eye line with his finger, pointing from where he sits at Mr. Chen’s feet to Hyunjae and then to something behind him.

Younghoon’s face goes pale. “What was it Karina said she saw again?”

“What?” Mr. Chen asks, but Hyunjae barely registers it because when he turns to face the window, he sees what Younghoon sees and what Karina must have seen yesterday.

A figure, just there, at the edge of the forest, dressed in a ball of white tulle and shrouded in an ominous fog.

“Mr. Chen,” Hyunjae says, “I think we found your ghost.”

The dog whines, as if on cue.

“My god.” Mr Chen shuffles forward, head poking in the outskirts of Hyunjae’s view which he refuses to take off the figure. And with a voice, almost an octave higher than it was moments ago, Younghoon’s boss says, “Well, what are you two going to do?”

Hyunjae shakes his head. “You know, it’s late. It’s been a long day. I say we close up, lock all the doors, and start anew tomorrow.”

“No.” Younghoon mutters, face regaining a fraction of its color.

“No?”

“No.” Younghooon repeats, glancing at Hyunjae, and then back at Mr. Chen. And with more confidence than he’s had all night, he states, “We’re going to go after it.”

Younghoon’s out of the room immediately.

“Dude,” Hyunjae whispers, right on his heels, “what are we doing? It’s not like we can just fight a ghost.”

“First of all, ghosts aren’t real.” Younghoon passes the kitchen, nods at Karina, and then continues towards the front door. “And second of all, aren’t you the one who told me to be fearless today?”

“I told you to get your job back.”

“You said–and I quote ‘don’t be a wuss’. This is me not being a wuss.”

“Boys!” Mr. Chen’s voice calls out just as Younghoon’s palm hits the door knob.

“The figure,” he continues, breathlessly, “it’s gone.”

A gasp sounds from the kitchen. The dog barks.

Younghoon just nods. “We’re gonna get to the bottom of this Mr. Chen.” And with that he takes off, bolting out the door and straight towards the woods.

Unfortunately, Hyunjae has no choice but to follow.

When they reach the start of the woods, Hyunjae’s first thought is that he needs to run more often.

“Let’s split up.” Younghoon says with resolve.

“Are you insane? That’s always how people die.”

“This isn’t a movie, Hyunjae.”

“Yeah, maybe not to you.”

“You go that way.” He points to the left and then takes off in the opposite direction.

Hyunjae whines to himself before continuing to the left as Younghoon said, quietly calling for the ghost. After just a couple of seconds of walking, he hears Younghoon yell, “Hyunjae! Over here!”

Hyunjae runs after the sound and finds Younghoon, not far from where they split off, crouching on the ground and holding a massive bunch of white tulle.

“Before you say anything,” Hyunjae blurts out, checking quickly to make sure no one is watching from the house, “I have to tell you the truth.”

“What truth?”

“There was never a ghost here.”

Younghoon scoffs. “I know that.”

“No,” Hyunjae sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, “I mean that there was never a ghost here because I made it all up.”

Younghoon’s eyes go blank. He lets go of the tulle and stands straight up. He takes one step towards Hyunjae, and says, “You what?”

“Look,” Hyunjae explains, words falling out of his mouth at a pace that only seems to quicken, “when I heard that Mr. Chen might fire you for Psych, I thought you might quit Psych instead and so, as a last ditch effort I put all this together.”

“To achieve what exactly?” He asks, voice sharp.

“Well, it was a two-fold solution actually. One, to remind you how fun it is to work together.” Hyunjae says brightly. Younghoon isn’t fazed. “And two, as I said when we got here, to show your boss that we do important work and that he’d be an idiot to make you choose between Psych and your day job.”

That seems to soften him. “Oh.”

“Yeah, it wasn’t even that hard to set up. I finally got to use my handyman costume to stuff audio players into the vents which is where the noises Karina was hearing came from. As for the dog,” Hyunjae lifts the corner of his shirt slightly, to showcase the dog whistle he had bought.

“What about that?” Younghoon asks, pointing to the tulle.

“That is the silent Shakespeare guy from the parking lot. He was just excited to have a paying gig for once and ditching the costume here, I mean, well, that was just improv. I don’t even know where he is right now.”

“So,” Younghoon mumbles, staring at the dirt stained tulle, “you did all this for me?”

Hyunjae leans in. “Uh, yeah dude, I thought I made that obvious already–”

Hyunjae’s shut up with a hug. A light laugh escapes from his lips.

“Thank you.” Younghoon says. “That might be the sweetest thing you’ve done for me.”

“Okay, you big sap.”

“Now, how do we solve it?”

He raises a brow. “I’m sorry, what?”

“How do we solve a case where you’re the culprit?”

“About that.” Hyunjae says guiltily. “I haven’t figured that part out yet.”

Younghoon shakes his head. “I knew it was too good to be true.”

—

When Younghoon and Hyunjae reach the front door of Mr. Chen’s house, it opens before they can even knock.

“Please,” Mr. Chen says, “come in.”

They do, following him through the foyer. Hyunjae smells the hot coco in Mr. Chen’s hand before he sees it. A white ceramic mug filled to the brim with a rich dark liquid and a gold tipped spoon sitting within.

He leads them right in front of the kitchen, where Karina stands and a second man stands beside her.

Shoot.

Younghoon lets out a long exhale. “That’s the silent Shakespeare guy isn’t it?”

“Would you like to explain?” Mr. Chen says, before quickly cutting off any answer they might have had with, “Actually don’t even try. You two have been scamming me.”

“It’s really not like that.” Hyunjae defends. Beside him, Younghoon is silent and solemn. There goes the sweetest thing Hyunjae’s ever done for him.

Mr. Chen shakes his head angrily. “I can’t believe I let you liars into my house. I’m sure everything else was a scam then too, right? The noises in the vents? My dog?” Pointing at the Shakespeare guy, he incredulously asks, “Him?”

Hyunjae doesn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes fix themselves onto Mr. Chen’s mug.

“I want all of you out of my house immediately.” Mr. Chen says sharply. “And, Younghoon, don’t bother showing up to the office on Monday.”

Younghoon admits defeat, swiveling towards the exit and mouthing a bitter thanks for that at Hyunjae, the silent shakespeare guy following. Hyunjae lingers, still staring at the mug, the white ceramic, the gold tipped spoon. He’s seen it before. But where? Mr. Chen starts to walk him to the open door that Younghoon and the actor have already slipped out of. Suddenly, it hits him–Karina had heard lady voices.

Hyunjae holds his hand out. “Well, thank you anyways Mr. Chen. You have a beautiful house.”

Begrudgingly, Mr. Chen shakes Hyunjae’s hand. Hyunjae uses the opportunity to freeze and then vibrate as if he’s having a vision. He breaks his hand away, putting both fingers against his temple, and exclaiming, “I’m getting something.”

“God,” Mr. Chen groans, “can’t we give up the act already?”

A series of images flash behind Hyunjae’s eyes: a meticulously kept house, the overgrown vines crawling up the south side of it, Karina saying that Mrs. Chen has been traveling.

“I’m seeing vines, unruly and unkept…” Hyunjae opens his eyes, and looks carefully at Mr. Chen. “Your wife.”

“What about her?”

“She takes care of the landscaping, doesn’t she?”

He nods, slowly.

“And she isn’t around anymore…” Hyunjae continues, pausing between each word as if he’s still piecing it all together. “I see a ticket and a suitcase–she’s…she’s been traveling.” Hyunjae peeks at Mr. Chen. He looks surprised. “But, oh, what’s that?” Hyunjae shuts his eyes again. “I’m smelling pasta, fresh and handmade. I’m hearing voices, lady voices… is that–no. It couldn’t be, but,” he opens his eyes again, meeting Mr. Chen’s with blame. “You and Bianca. Screwing the secretary while your wife’s gone, sharing tupperware–Mr. Chen, I thought you were better than that.”

Mr. Chen’s face is riddled with guilt.

“But nevermind what I think,” Hyunaje says with a shake of his head, “what will your wife say?”

“What do you want?”

“Excuse me?”

“My wife can’t know. Whatever it is, it’s yours.”

Hyunjae taps a finger on his chin. “Well, for starters I’d love for my good friend Younghoon to have a job–”

“Younghoon!” Mr. Chen yells frantically. Younghoon turns, confused. Chen smiles awkwardly. “I was just kidding before, you know. I’ll see you Monday, right?”

Younghoon looks at Hyunjae once and must understand immediately. He doesn’t miss a beat, smiling brightly and shouting back. “Yup! See you then.”

Quietly, Hyunjae adds, “and a raise.”

Mr. Chen makes a quiet noise of contempt before adding, “And you’ll have a supple raise. Effective immediately.”

At this, Younghoon’s face explodes. He grins, ear to ear and gives a little salute.

“Anything else?” Mr. Chen grumbles.

“Nope, I think that’s it. Thanks.”

He bids Mr. Chen and Karina goodbye and joins Younghoon outside.

“How’d you do that?” Younghoon asks Hyunjae as they approach the car.

“I told you.” He throws an arm over Younghoon’s shoulder, smiling. “I had a plan.”