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[solozxo]

Not So Little // JJK Pt.2

Summary: Jungkook who struggles to stay loyal to his bestfriend due to his burning desire for YOU , his friends little sister

Warnings: Jealousy , sex , dirty talk , penetration , raw sex (just fiction guys stay safe)

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Pt 1- https://www.tumblr.com/solozxo/731648564002979840/not-so-little-jjk

Jungkook felt like an absolute villian knowing he broke the trust with your brother yet he feels even worse knowing he couldn’t give you what you wanted , but he thinks it’s for the best.

Or so he thought…….

- (continuation)

Over the two months you decided to go out more instead of sticking to your old habits , which were staying at home hoping too see Jungkook all the time but things are different now , you can’t bear to face him after the humiliation you endured last time.

So you went out more and met new people , they were alright but none of them really compared to jungkook. But there was this one guy who instantly shown attraction to you , his name was..

“Jaehyun , and you are?”

“Y/N it’s nice to meet you” You smile at the man stood infront of you , parted brown hair with a gorgeous smile , dimples too , broad shoulders and an amazing figure Deffo has a toned body beneath his clothes.

Where are these gorgeous men coming from?

“You’re quite pretty, would you mind giving me your number?” he asks with a smile.

I mean who am i to deny him?

“Yeah sure” you say with a smile , typing your number in his phone.

-One week later-

“Y/N where do you think your going like that” Joshua announces making Jungkook , whos sat nexto him , swiftly move his head to look in your direction.

You were stood there , Beautiful shiny heels , Hair freshly done , skin smooth and supple and your makeup flawless with a small handbag in your hand and your phone in the other.

You looked Mesmerising

Jungkook looked at you as if you were a rare jewel , his mouth dropped at your appearance, not knowing you could get any more beautiful than you already were.

“I’m going on a date”

A date? Jungkook jaw clenched at this information, not wanting another other man to see you like this or to have any romantic connection with you but after all it’s his fault , he made the call to not treat you like a lady , so now someone else has the right to.

“Gross , whatever just don’t be back late” Joshua says rolling his eyes at the sight of his baby sister acting like a grown up… which you are.

“yeah okay , bye josh…bye kook” You say with a small pained smile as you looked directly at jungkook who was as handsome as ever.

His lips look as supple and soft as the last time , and his hair looks so silky too- NO i can’t do this

You turn towards the sudden knock at the door and you open it and there he is , Jaehyun the charming knight in shining armour.

“Hey , you ready?” He says flashing his dimples and beautiful smile offering a kiss to your cheek which makes Jungkook grit his teeth.

“I am” You respond taking his hand and shutting the door behind the both of you.

-

“your gonna let her go out like that!?” Jungkook exclaims almost breathless.

“Yep , i mean as much as i despise the idea she’s old enough i guess” Joshua says whilst still focusing on the game ahead of him.

“okay so what if i liked her , what then?” jungkook says hesitantly.

Joshua freezes , “No , your my friend that’s weird”

What? Is that it Jungkook thinks to himself , realising he threw away something that could’ve been special purely due to joshua’s simple pettiness.

“shit” Jungkook puts the pad down and stands up.

“What dude?” Joshua says slightly taking his attention from the tv.

“nothing just leave it” Jungkook silenty paces on the spot thinking about the missed opportunity he had with you and he hates it.

When did i end up liking her this much? i’m going insane

-

“Thanks for the night jae , you really cheered me up” You say looking at jaehyun , but unfortunately the image of jungkook lingers in your mind , the way he was looking at you , did it mean something?

“No worries , get in safe Y/N i think that guy is waiting for you”

Huh? what does he mean

“What do you mean ‘that guy’ is waiting for me?” you say confused.

“I mean did you not see his face when i kissed your cheek , he looked like he was gonna tear me in half” He says with a slight laugh “i’m guessing there’s some unfinished business?”

“I’m sorry about that…. i don’t know i guess there was a little something months ago but it wasn’t serious , i wasn’t enough for him” You say blankly with a slight pout and shrug.

But your eyes held sadness and Jaehyun recognised that.

“Listen Y/N , i like you and i feel like we really really get on but i absolutely can not be in a triangle , not right now okay? I think you guys need to talk because the energy i was getting off him told me he was jealous , and that’s coming from a guy” He says holding your shoulders and slightly hunching over to get a better view of your eyes.

“I understand jae, thankyou again for tonight i really appreciate it” You say opening your arms and giving him a hug , which is what you really needed in that moment.

“It’s okay , now get inside it’s cold” Jaehyun says with a reassuring smile signalling for you to go inside.

You walk to your door and wave to him before heading inside. When you go inside you notice your brother isn’t home , but Jungkook is.

After closing the door Jungkook looks straight at you , he was sat on the couch , hunched over with his elbows on his knees like he was waiting for you.

“umm is everything oka-“

“Did you have fun” Jungkook says sternly interrupting you.

“Yeah i did” You respond nonchalantly, not displaying any emotion for him to detect.

“Sit we need to talk” He says , only this time his eyes appear soft , but you don’t like being told what to do , so you decide to be petty.

“I’m not a dog who you can order to sit kook , im tired i don’t have time for this” You sigh shaking your head , turning to walk away. As you took a few steps away from him you felt his hands grip on your wrist

What does he want from me? He doesn’t want me so why is he pushing this , why is he acting up?

“Look at me Y/N” He says , hand still holding onto your wrist

But you ignore him , feeling emotional after your conversation with jaehyun and being under jungkooks hold

“Y/N Look at me baby”

Baby?

“Baby? Your calling me baby now?” you scoff and face jungkook with watery eyes

“You have no right to call me that , you made it clear to me that i wasn’t enough for you so why are you doing this , why are you holding me back?” You look right into his eyes which have turned desperate and sad.

“I tried really hard not to like you because of your brother , from the day i met you i was instantly told that you were off limits , from the first day you were out of reach and i-“

“Don’t bullshit me kook because that excuse is becoming boring now , you used that same excuse after touching me and that wasn’t exactly me being off limits now was it” You say cutting him off , which leaves him dumbfounded.

“Listen Y/N and don’t interrupt me , until tonight i didn’t realise how petty your brother was being and it became clear to me after you went on that date that i should be the one taking you out , that i should be the one making you smile and holding your hand , i should’ve never let my feelings- infact , i should’ve never let your feelings get hurt if that’s how i felt about you , im sorry will you please forgive me”

He sounds so sincere , he’s making it so hard to not love him

You sigh “I’ve been seen as the immature little sister for years , as someone who can’t make their own desicions and on that night you made me feel like exactly that , like i was just my brothers little sister who isn’t worth being loved”

You pause feeling emotional and Jungkook stands up and stands right infront of you cupping your face.

“i would never make you feel like that again , im past what your brother has to say and i want to take you seriously , i’ve known you for years and i love everything about you , how your not afraid to share your opinions , how you wear those huge t-shirts to sleep , how you wear cute headbands and takes risks , your amazing”

Both of you look at eachother with eyes watering and jungkooks hands travel to your neck slowly.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and you both lean towards each other , lips finally connecting after you have been longing for each other the entire time.

Tears run from both of your eyes as you embrace eachother , lips moulding into eachothers like it’s the last time.

You have never felt such passion before , this whole time you were convinced that Jungkook didn’t want you but the way he’s holding you , touching you and kissing you , you can feel the sincerity.

You break out of your thoughts when jungkook leads you to your room and shuts the door behind you both , laying you on your bed gently.

No words are exchanged but your bodies speak to eachother.

He slowly removes his clothes revealing his toned body you were certain he had and unbuckling his jeans (which was a wonderful view)

You lay back and removed your dress too , revealing your bare breasts as your dress was padded. Jungkook gawks at your beauty , topping over you placing slow sensual kisses from your lips to your neck.

“You’re so pretty” He says through kisses as he moves from your neck to your chest , talking your left nipple in his mouth with his tongue swirling around it.

You moan pushing your chest against his mouth , wrapping your legs around his waist wanting him to grind between your legs.

Jungkook takes the hint and thrusts into your body, his hardened bulge rubbing directly onto your clit. You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as he places his face in your neck , grunting at friction.

“I want you kook, Do you finally want me too?”

“i’ve always wanted you Y/N” Jungkook breathes out and takes his pants off , leaving him in only in his boxers. You take your panties off , lying completely bare before him.

Jungkook takes his hand and traces it down your body , the atmosphere is so warm and inviting. You run your hand over his buldge and tug his boxers down , he bites his lip at the beautiful sight before him.

His dick springs free and slaps against his stomach. He’s hard and really big too - you salivate at the sight of him.

Jungkook takes it upon himself to please you after he left you without release the last time , so he climbs between your legs and places kisses on your inner thighs Licking your clit .

“Oh yes, yes there” you say clenching your eyes shut and arching your back with your hands tangled in his hair.

“hm you taste good” moving his tongue quicker on the perfect spot pushing you closer to orgasm .

Your breathing becomes irregular as you feel that sensation growing , you go to clamp your legs around his head as his tongue works magic.

But jungkook grabs your thighs and holds your stomach down asserting some sort of dominance over you which turns you on even more - pushing you to your high.

“oh fuck i- oh yes kook” Your body jolts against his mouth , he sits up and his mouth is wet with your juices.

You take him into a heated kiss , not caring about the taste of yourself lingering in his mouth.

“please make love to me , i want you in me , i need you in me”

“Anything you want , let me show you how much i need you” He says placing a gentle kiss on your head before taking his dick in his hand and rubbing it between your folds , lubricating his tip.

The tip occasionally bumped your clit , making you more eager for him to just fuck you.

“stop teasing”

“So demanding hmm, you ready?”

Pffft am i ready

“I’ve been ready” You say with a smirk , biting your bottom lip.

He places his dick at your entrance , glancing up at you as he gently thrusts into you.

You both gasp at the feeling of being connected to one another , feeling eachother entirely.

“oh fuck” His head falls down , jaw slack and eyes clenched shut , putting his muscular arms beside your head.

“your so tight around me , f-fuck you feel so good” He breathed out trying his hardest not to pound into you right away.

“Would i be crazy if i said i still don’t feel close enough to you” You pant.

“i’m literally inside of you right now” Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head.

“i just want you so bad , all of you , i need you to move right now and show me you want me too”

“that’s all i needed to hear” and that’s what he says before pushing into you gradually harder and faster , his tip rutting into your G-Spot and his lips moving against your neck.

Your tits bounce as he grinds into you and your legs tighten around his hips.

“fuckk” You moan out

“feel good baby?, you wanna be a good girl and ride me?”

You nod rapidly as you quickly switch positions, sinking down onto his cock slowly filling yourself up even more than before.

“oh my god oh my god” you throw your head back and place a hand over your mouth to block out any sound coming from your mouth.

“let me hear you angel , i wanna listen to how much you love this dick”

God the way he talks is so filthy yet so pleasing , im addicted

You obey and place your hand on his chest as you bounce up and down on his length.

“You fill me up so well kook”

“yeah?”

“mhmmm”

Jungkook loves the sounds spilling from your mouth , so much that he can’t help but thrust upwards into you , meeting your rhythm and bringing you to the orgasm you deserve

“I want you to cum on my cock , you will do that for me won’t you?”

“i will i will” You cry out as you clench around his length , which sends him over the edge firmly grabbing your hips as he fucks into you from below.

You both reach climax together and you hunch over falling on top of him breathless. He wraps his firm arms around your back to hold you close. The room is heated and filled with the sounds of both of you breathing heavily.

His cock slides out of you as you roll over nexto him, he gets up to get a towel , cleaning you up and taking proper care of you.

Afterwards you both crawl back into bed and embrace eachother whilst he fiddles with your hair

“Y/N im truly sorry for last time , the last thing i wanted was to hurt your feelings , will you let me love you properly and not just on this one occasion?”

“Your going to need to be more specific” you smile hoping he means what you think he means

“i mean , will you be my girlfriend you brat” he chuckles placing a kiss on your forehead

“ask me again nicely” You stick your tongue out at him

“Please miss Y/N will you take me as your boyfriend” He announces in a silly british accent

“I shall kind sir” You say as you both giggle at one another

“we’re such nerds” he breathes out and smiles

You lay and trace his tattoos and his piercings, appreciating him like artwork

“that’s kinda ticklish” He smirks

“deal with it” You reply

“who would’ve thought i’d fall in love with my bestfriends little sister”

“Told you not to refer to me like that” you roll your eyes and poke him

“Right , your Not So Little afterall” He smiles

-

A/C: Hope you liked thisssss - Justice for jaehyun🫠

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[lyramundana]

Hey, Mate. How are u? I've just seen your yandere Chan and changbin headcanons and I really like it! Can you please do a yandere skz reaction where their crush likes someone else?

Have a beautiful day! 💛

Thank you, mi amor!💖

YANDERE! STRAY KIDS REACTION: THEIR DARLING LIKES SOMEONE ELSE

CHRISTOPHER BANG

Oh well, we start hard already

We've already established previously that, out of the group, he's the most likely to turn yandere in real life. The divine @whatudowhennooneseesyou explained it in her blog before, and if she says it it must be be true, so

forgetting my short fangirl moment there . He got close to his Darling by showing her only his good sides and presenting himself like a friendly, reliable guy that she could count on for everything. He introduced himself into her life smoothly, carving his place in her routine while discreetly removing the "obstacles" that annoyed him. He won her trust quickly enough by forcing situations where his Darling got to see him as her knight in shining armour and felt compelled to rely on him, slowly but surely growing more dependant of him.

If there's a virtue Christopher has in quantity, it's patience. He's ready to wait as long as needed until he gets what he wants, and he's also the type to plan things in advance. So yeah, he's a fucking challenge to get away from.

He though he was doing great, that things were progressing like he planned, so imagine his utter shock when he learns his Darling has a crush on somebody else. She makes the mistake to tell him herself, asking for advice from a "good friend".

Once he gets over the initial loss of words, he's pissed. Very pissed. He's so fucking mad that, in the moment, he accidentally lets his nice guy act drop and loses control of his emotions in front of her. He starts an argument about it, claiming that person is not good enough and they're only going to hurt her, even if he barely knows them. Because who else could be worthy of Darling but himself? This mishap scares her and she ends up arguing back, running away from him in the end. He chastises himself for losing his cool like that later, furious that he ruined all of hard work into shaping a perfect image of him in her eyes. He can't stand the though of losing her, so he recomposes himself and already makes a plan to fix things.

First he gets in touch with her to apologize and make up for his behaviour. He's not sorry for the way he reacted, but he knows it scared her off and he knows that could prompt her to create distance, which he can't allow. Once again, he plays his charming and loving role to convince her, blaiming it on the stress of work and his desire to protect her, since most men are just pigs that would break her beautiful heart only he can do that. When she gets her to believe him, he grabs her hands in his and smiles, promising he'll help her the best way he can.

As soon as he's done recovering her trust, he's investigating that worthless piece of trash that has apparently stolen her affection. He has his contacts, so it doesn't take too long to get what he wants. He memorizes every single detail that he deems useful, just like he did with Darling, but this time is with entirely different purposes.

He's the type of "keep his enemies closer", so he'll befriend that person first and gain their trust, luring them into a false sense of security that it's more like a spider web, trapping them to be devoured without resistance. He gets that person to share secrets with him, things they regret, and Chris promises he won't ever tell a soul.

Some promises are meant to be broken.

He'll hold what he knows over their head to threaten them into staying away, or he'll straight up twist their words so his Darling can misinterpret them and feel betrayed/heartbroken. Obviously, he doesn't waste time into playing his role of brilliant hero and becomes her shoulder to cry on. This kind of validation is like oxygen for him, he can't get enough.

If the person proves to be persistant, he'll take more drastic measures and get rid of them permanently from Darling's life.

"It's okay, doll. It's not your fault. How could you've known they were so terrible? I never fully trusted them, but you seemed so happy and convinced. This is why you should listen to me. I only want the best for you.

LEE KNOW

We've also discussed him a bit in previous posts, but we'll profundize more here.

He's a passive yandere. The type to observe and "care" for his Darling from afar, unnoticed. Never intervening directly unless he absolutely has to. He'll be infatuated for years before gathering the courage to talk to you. But once he finally does, he'll win over his Darling quickly because he just seems to be so sync with her.

Truth is that, during all the time he's spent pining for her from the shadows, he has recopiled every bit of information about her he could get his hands on. Stalking, hacking, stealing personal belongings to treat as "treasures", you know it. While he didn't feel capable of havin a face to face interaction with her, he found comfort in observing her on her daily tasks. He knows her favourite food, color, animal, names of her friends and relatives, the perfume she uses, the places she frecuents and her special events.

His aproach would be slow at first, probably reaching out to her through social media (he has follows her in all of them and has a hacked all her accounts at some point) to chat about common interests, and after he feels they're both on friendly enough terms, he'll arrange a meeting in real life in one of her favourite places.

And because he's so in touch with everything that happens with her, he finds out about her crush before she even tells him. He goes through various phases, like sadness, heartbreak, rage. He just can't fit his head around such concept. Hasn't he proven himself enough to her? He has gone such lenghts to protect her, to get to know her, shaping himself to become the man of her dreams. Did he fail somewhere? What else he should do?

Then it dawns to him. It's not fault. Of course he followed all steps, did everything perfectly. By all accounts, his Darling should've fallen for him already. But maybe he chose the wrong aproach.

Maybe he needs to be more clear about his intentions.

He doesn't have Chris' discretion or long-game. He doesn't want to sit around and wait, he's done that enough for years.

He can't fake friendliness even if he tries, so his solution is kidnapping the person and threaten them to stay away from his Darling's life. If that doesn't work, he'll simply keep them hidden until their existence begins to be forgotten. He could also use them as a boxing bag to let out his frustations, who knows.

@whatsk-poppinhomies has the perfect description of yandere Minho, as I mentioned in another post. Go check it out!

SEO CHANGBIN

He's the egocentric type, to that makes him dangerous and scary but also predictable.

He lives off the praise and admiration from others. He's constantly showing off, fishing out all kind of validation to feed his ego. He also takes great care of his appareance and everything involved in the way he presents himself to the people.

Imagine the stereotypical jock of american movies that's popular and always being the centre of attention. That's him. He needs to feel eyes on him and be admired or else he'll get slightly insecure.

He'll try to catch his Darling's attention by doing exactly what he does to the rest: Showing off. He'll spoil the shit out her and do anything in his power to prove that he's the ideal partner. That no one is gonna treat her better than he does.

He'll become his Darling's slave, her biggest simp. He'll run up to her if he sees her in the same place as him and trail behind her back like an eager puppy, ready to bend himself backwards for her wishes.

Darling might feel overwhelmed by the constant attention and expensive gestures, but he has no plans on stopping, even if she asks him. Then he'll try to tune it down for her sake, but he's uncapable of stopping. He feels the urge to worship the ground she walks on.

He invades every space of her life with his boaming presence and craves himself into her routine, making sure he's the first and last face she sees everyday. If someone seems to "steal" the time that's rigthfully his, he'll drop that bubbly attitude quickly and become very intimidating. He's short but those muscles don't lie and he knows how to use them.

He has a high self-steem, so he's not jealous per se. However, he enjoys marking what's his and let other people know. He's prideful and has a similar disposition to Chris, in terms that they act more like dogs by how much they remind their partners and everyone else who they belong to.

He'll very, very angry if he finds out his Darling has a crush on someone that's not him. He feels his efforts weren't enough. He feels his ego is being questioned.

Unlike the previous two, he lacks self-control over emotions and he's rather impulsive, so he'll probably get into a fight with his rival or/and his Darling too.

He's a lot more direct about this matter. He'll use his position to berate Darling's crush until their reputation shatters or they decide to run away from the harassment. Changbin would be merciless.

Humiliations, fake rumours, pranks that leave injuries too serious to be just that. He'll be a manual bully, and a terrible one because no one dares to fight back. He's stronger than most, intimidating when he wants to, and has no problem sending someone to an hospital if they piss him off enough.

Eventually he'll drive his rival far from his Darling so he doesn't return, but if that doesn't work, well...he's ready to take permanent measures.

HWANG HYUNJIN

oh fuck here we go

Another dangerous one if he falls to the yandere side. He's as bad as Christopher, the kind of yandere that you can't escape alone and most likely you never will.

He's highly narcissistic and self-centered, but unlike Changbin, you won't ever see him coming. And while Chris' red flags can be more noticeable, Hyunjin's are invisible until it's too late.

He's a great actor, a manual manipulator and the perfect wattpad boyfriend. And by this I mean that every breath he takes is pure 🚩🚩🚩.

Seriously, if I had to pick, I'll run to Christopher Bang with no second though, because he's at least somewhat nice and truly feels like he cares.

Hyunjin doesn't. He believes he does, but that's not it.

He doesn't necessarily want to have a fairytale romance with his Darling. He simply wants to own her. Be the centre of her life and have her at his beck and call. Like I said, narcissistic.

He'll be drawn to someone that doesn't pay attention to him at first. He's used to have people worshipping the ground he walks on and surrounded by admirers, so seeing someone that treats him differently inmediatly picks his interest. And so he goes after her doing everything in his power to impress her and get her to look at him the same way most people do. He can't stand not having everyone infatuated by him.

He'll be the classic love interest that never takes no for an answer, ignores boundaries and takes the protagonist for granted. He thinks being allowed to be with him is an honor. He doesn't really care if the girl is comfortable with the situation, he's set on "fixing the anomaly".

As he begins to develop feelings for his Darling that go beyond winning this game of "hard to get", he starts to idealize her to unsane levels and even gives her traits that she doesn't actually have, just to fit his perfect narrative. If she doesn't have them, then he'll just have to make her, right?

He's charming and has a way with words, but his ego might cost him vision. He uses his image of "dream prince" to his advantage and plays the role for his Darling. He intends to turn her into his muse, a doll crafted by and for himself. He'll smoothly move her to change some aspects of herself to his preference.

His ego, eventually, confirms to be a burden. He's confident on his own perfection and he sees himself as the best option out of everyone and everything, so discovering his Darling apparently has a crush on someone is a mindfuck for him.

But he recovers quickly. As soon as the shock is over, it gets replaced with rage. For the first time in his life, he feels surpassed by someone. And he hates losing.

He'll sabotage every possible relationship Darling could have with anyone. If he can't have her, no one will. Simple. Until she realizes her only viable option is to be with him.

He's the type to ruin his Darling's life too and break her, so he can pick up the pieces and put them back how he wishes. Make her undesirable for other people so she thinks he's the only one that would ever love her.

HAN JISUNG

A nightmare for your emotional health. Dating him on a regular setting would be already a roller coaster, but as a yandere? You'll need fucking therapy and lots of patience, if you ever get out of it of course.

He relies heavily on emotional reactions and playing the victim card. He might actually believe he's a victim. He's impulsive too, but not like Changbin. He's another subtle manipulator, but unlike Hyunjin and Chris who use mental games, he hits you where it hurts.

He's prone to breakdowns and his mental health isn't the most stable at times, so he'll probably fall for his Darling when she helped him through one of his episodes and comforted them. As soon as he felt her warm hands and kind smile, boom. The path to obsession began.

He can be very insecure and distrusting, so he'll get jealous even when they're not even together yet. He thinks everyone that gets close to her has romantic interests and fears they'll take her away. He reflects his own feelings and thoughts unto other people.

Due to his insecurities, he believes everyone is better than him and so, if he lets Darling see other people than him, she'll surely reject him.

He's moody, so he'll go through periods where he's extremely clingy and others where he isolates himself. In both cases, however, he needs to know she's near or else he'll fall in a pit of panic. It reassures him.

He's very attached to his Darling, probably the most out of all. His dependency is completely toxic and it moves him to push people of her life so he can have her entirely for himself. He hates having to share her time and attention, so what's the solution?

Make sure he's the only person she has to talk to.

I think it's important to note that Jisung, while being emotional, is far from stupid. He's in fact one of the smartest in the group, so don't let the shy, soft persona fool you.

He's quick to pick on details, and that includes weaknesses. If he realizes his Darling can't stand seeing him sad or angry, you bet he'll use to his full benefit. He'll throw tantrums and randomly stop talking to her so she has to go after him to know what's wrong and "fix it". Seeing her give him so much attention comforts him.

If he catches on the fact that Darling has feelings for someone else, boy he'll go insane. You think his moodiness and bipolarity were bad before? Be prepared to see it ten times worse.

He wont' stand it, and he'll make that very clear. Another one that'll sabotage any type of relationships she has, but unlike Hyunjin, he'll never go as far as to hurt her or ruin her, because he adores her too much. No, all the damage is directed against those who try to steal her from him.

He'll play the victim card and pretend they were the ones who started the conflict, lying that they made fun of him or they're all speaking ill of her behind her back. He'll paint them as villains and his tears would do the rest.

If that doesn't work, he has no problem locking her up in his house. After all, this would allow him to have her everyday by his side like he wants.

He's highly dependant, very clingy and very sneaky. He's emotionally unstable, so she might see the danger before entering a relationship with him.

LEE FELIX

I really can't see this heaven-sent human as a yandere, but I'll try

He's very similar to Jisung, so it's easy to assume they'll follow similar aproaches. Not for nothing they're called Sunshine twins.

He's also very driven by emotions but he's less impulsive than Han. He prefers to think a bit more before acting, since he wants to look the best at all times for his Darling. That means keeping up appareances with other people too, even if he doesn't like them or can't stand their closeness to her. He wants to earn her through her friends first.

He basically charms everyone around him with his sunshine persona, offering home-made brownies and overall being a cute perfect boy. No one dislikes him and she has only heard great things about him, so she's at ease with him.

She doesn't that he eliminates anyone that suspects his dark side or speaks badly about him. That's why he's seemingly flawless in her eyes.

Because there's literally no one that talks bad about him.

He falls for his Darling due to the simplest things. Maybe a casual warm smile she directed at him once or her complimenting his baker skills. Simple gestures that are plain friendliness and politeness but his deranged mind interprets them in another sense.

He's delusional. A lot, really. If all his interactions with his Darling feel positive and she doesn't reject his advances, that's enough to make him believe his feelings are returned and she feels exactly the same for him.

He'll get close to her by befriending her first, obviously. He wants to take it slow, go step by step in fear he ruins it. He earns her trust and enphasizes his good traits for her. Of course, he uses his deep voice too (because he knows that's one of his best assets)

He's so gentle and kind and understanding, such a good listener. He provides for her and spoils her to the brim. It's only natural she trusts him with her secrets and confides in him.

Including to ask advice regarding her new crush...that's not him.

He doesn't let his inner turmoil be shown. He smiles softly and plays the sweetheart act until she leaves. Once she's out of sight, he finally loses the composure and unleashes the dark emotions he's been hiding for so long.

He doesn't understand. He has done everything perfectly. He's been nothing but charming to her, nothing but a good boy and flawless. He has made her laugh like nobody else, cared for her like a dutiful boyfriend. He's been basically a dream guy. Where did it go wrong?

But he refuses to lose like this. She's only confused, that's it. He shouldn't been so tolerant of the people she hang out with, should've watched better her surroundings. If he does it right, he'll open her eyes and move her back to the right path.

He knows there's no one better than him for his Darling. No one but him deserves her. No one can love her like he does, take care of her like he does.

So he does the only reasonable thing, the same he's done previously with other pests: Remove the obstacle permanently from his life.

KIM SEUNGMIN

Another master manipulator here.

No but for real, he's also relies on his intelligence, and these are the most dangerous and hard to escape out of all.

He plans every move he makes beforehands. He knows what he's doing at all times and, if not, he always has a plan B. He hates the idea of failing.

He's too cool to admit his feelings, so he tries his best to ignore/supress them. Last thing he wants is appear weak and/or vulnerable.

Obviously, he eventually embraces his obsession love and starts to formule a plan. He's another one that's more than willing to play the long game. .

He's only the right amount of polite when he's with his Darling and never more. He purposedly plays hard to get so she'll become interested in him and aproaches him first.

He'll be kind and friendly one day, and the other behave coldly and indifferent. He confuses her constantly in hopes she's drawn to his mysterious side and pays more attention to him.

They won't become friends per se, and he'll become more like a passive yandere like Minho. Watching her from afar and controlling what happens in her life without her knowledge. He'll collect her belongings too, although he won't make a fucking shrine like Minho would. He sees them as trinklets, memories from her. And also as material to learn more about her.

He's highly observant and discreet. Chances of him getting caught are very slim, and there's no way anyone could suspect of his tendencies. He's specially careful around his Darling, so unless her friends have all keen eyes, he could spend an entire life doing this.

He has her entire profile and routines memorized. Her adress, her relatives and friends, the teachers she's had and the places she likes to go. He uses all that information to create interactions where they're "casually" on the same place at the same time or he "accidentally" meets with some of the people she knows who in return talk to her about him.

Step by step, he makes his way through his Darling's life, with zero suspicions.

Unlike Minho, he'll actually aproach her when he follows her somewhere. He doesn't remain hidden, since he wants her to think they both frecuent the same places to see how much in common they have.

He figures out her crush before she has the time to say it. Since they're not close yet (much to his suffering), he finds out from other sources.

He's calm about the whole deal. Well, he still gets angry and has murderous thoughts, but he's an strategist. He has an entire journal with everything there is to know about her. He's good at gathering info.

So he does the same with his rival...but with entirely different purposes.

However, he doesn't simply expose his darkest secrets and removes him from his Darling's path quickly. Oh no. He has a sadist vein. He manipulates everything from the sidelines so his Darling ends up rejecting this person by herself, twisting their image in her eyes so she grows disgusted or uncomfortable with them.

And absolutely no one suspects him.

Once that pest is out of the way after a delicious and humiliating rejection, he moves back to his routine. This event may push him to accelerate the plan and strenghten his bond with Darling.

YANG JEONGIN

Another emotionally unstable one. Lord have mercy.

He's actually more mature that people give him credit for, but he has a certain brattiness, product of usually getting what he wants.

He's impulsive and prideful. The type to resort to the silent treatment if gets angry at someone. He refuses to give in first.

People often see just his cute, maknae persona and get fooled by how coddled he is, but everyone has dark sides, and his particularly can be very intimidating.

Have you seen his angry face? Yeah, I'll burst out crying if someone looked at me like that.

Moving on

He struggles to express his feelings openly, but he also expects his Darling to simply guess them and gets offended if she doesn't act accordingly. He expects her to read his mind.

His Darling would be either an old friend or a co-worker. He likes to remain in his circle, so he feels a bit more in control.

He'll admire her from afar and then aproach her by using his soft, cute maknae act to get attention and care, like he wants. He's used to be the centre of attention because of his cuteness, and let's be honest, she wouldn't resist it either.

He'll make sure her eyes are always fully on him, at all times. If she's paying attention to someone else, he's quick to snatch her with excuses like "i need help with this" "i don't know how to do this" "i'm nervous, can you be with me'" etc.

Another manipulator too. Of course, he learns from the bests of the category.

Meaning he knows how to pretend and act to get his way. He's not as innocent as he lets on.

He gets jealous and he doesn't hide it. He has two moods: He throws a tantrum and pouts (in front of his Darling), and he glares and mocks at the other person (when Darling is away).

Speaking of this, he'll bully anyone that shows interest in her. Like, literally bullying.

I mean intimidation, harassment, bad pranks. All behind her back, of course. He'll eventually convince people to not get close to her, and he'll be fucking happy about it.

Now there's no way she cannot notice him.

At least that's what he thinks, until he hears that his Darling has set her eyes on someone. And it's not him.

Out of all of them, he's the most likely to be caught by her, since he has a hard time hiding his anger.

He'll be resolved to kick that person out of Darling's life one way or another. Oh, and he'll also refuse to speak to her altogether, feeling "betrayed". Again, emotionally unstable and bratty.

Seriously, that person would go through hell. It'll be a mix of Changbin and Jisung. He'll try to play the victim and paint the other as the abuser.

However, he's so deep in with his rage that he gets sloppy. His Darling might caught wind of his harassment to others. She'll probably catch him mid-fight or provoking someone, making fun of them.

When she asks and tries to intervene, he doesn't answer. He doesn't want ignore her forever, but she hurt his pride by liking some other asshole, so he remains in the silent treatment.

He wants her to feel guilty, that it's her fault somehow. Emotional manipulation it's his weapon.

If he plays his cards right, he might get inside her mind and do what he wants with her. If not, she'll believe what she sees and cross him as a bully, avoiding him for good.

Regardless, his rival would be gone. That he'll make sure o

#FINALLY #you guys don't know how much i struggled with this damned request #i have no excuse besides i'm a lazy bitch unable to focus on one thing #i like this trope so i don't know what the fuck happened #anyway here you #most of these probably aren't even accurate but I tried my best #yandere skz #yandere bang chan #yandere lee know #yandere changbin #yandere hyunjin #yandere han jisung #yandere lee felix #yandere kim seungmin #yandere yang jeongin

[mercedesvince]

If your requests are still open, The losers club x male reader who’s popular and doesn’t care if talking to them ruins his reputation.

Losers Club x Popular Male Reader

“Arcade”

[F.N]-Friend’s name

[N.N]- nickname

You doubled over in laughter, putting your hands in your lap, holding up your head. “Oh dude, you gotta be kidding me?” you said looking up, still hunched over. [F.N.] just continued laughing, “No [name] i’m being serious! He really did that! I was standing right next to her!”

You were both laughing at the story [F.N] had said. It involved a guy, who you both new was kind of a douche, asking your friend out. She had obviously rejected him, but if the reason hadn’t been for his reputation, it would’ve definitely been for his very corny and embarrassing pick up line.

“Man, all the good stuff always happens when i’m gone,” you said finally sitting back up, leaning against the bench. [F.N] looked at you, a smiling still adorning their face. “Yeah man, but you were the one who ditched us to go hang out with that losers club”. You looked at your friend, before your smile slightly fell. Rolling your eyes, you responded with “Whatever, they’re super cool once you get to know them, actually, I think you’d get along with Richie”. Your friend just raised an eyebrow, “[Name your like one of my closest friends, but if you keep hanging out with those kids you’re gonna end up being grouped in as a loser,” they sighed. “Yeah, yeah whatever man,” you had not a single care in your tone. You would say that you were pretty popular, nothing you did on purpose though. You just happened to know and get along with a lot people. Probably your charisma, but all that popularity didn’t matter to you. So what if hanging out with the ‘losers club’ ruined your ‘reputation’. You’ll hang out with whoever you want, not because of the benefits they bring, but because you like being around them.

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You made your way out of the school, waving goodbye to your friend who was staying for an after school club. You were technically also supposed to be at that meeting, but you had promised you would hangout with Stan, Eddie, Richie, and Bill at the arcade. [F.N] said he would cover for you, tell them you weren’t feeling well, but you know he was starting to become annoyed with you.

Whatever, he’s not the one hanging out with your friends, this affects him in no way possible so he has no reason to be upset.

With your backpack slung over your shoulder, you spot your friends near their bikes. Smiling you begin to make your way over, until you see Bowers and his little gang beat you to them. He has that cocky smile on his face, clearly saying something insulting to them. Immediately picking up your pace you decide to interrupt whatever Henry was planning.

“Hey guys, what’s up ?” you ask, pretending to not take into account Henry and his little group first. You look directly at your friends, only then do you take a glance at Henry. “Bowers,” you greet. “[Last Name]” he returns. You see his smirk fall, turning into a glare directed at you.

“[N.N]!” Bill greets. “W-What’s up man?” he says. “Nothing much, you guys ready to head out?” Henry watched the whole interaction, he and his two friends started distancing away from the group. “I’ll talk to you later [last name],” he said, still holding a hostile gaze towards you. “Yeah,”you replied watching him and his little group walk off.

There was a moment of awkward silence, before broken by Richie ”Wow thank god for our Knight in shining armour”. A smirk grew on your face as you playful punched Richie on the arm. “I’m gonna start charging you if you keep making me your bodyguard”.

“Oh [N.N], we invited Bev, Ben and Mike to join us. Mike said he’d meet us there. We’re just waiting on Bev and Ben.” Stan said.

“Alright, Cool”.

Once Beverley and Ben joined you guys outside the school, you all headed towards the arcade. You mainly talked to Eddie on the way there as you guys rode your bikes next to each other.

“It’s just so unsanitary of her, I mean we’re dissecting frogs! Why does she think it’s ok if we just do it without gloves!” You listened to Eddie ramble on and complain about his science teacher and the classes new lab. “Yeah man, I mean usually I tell you you’re overreacting, but that’s actually disgusting and probably a safety hazard,” you said, what a gross teacher. “Well at least you’re lucky [name] you got the only good science teacher”. You laughed at Eddie’s comment continuing to make you way to the arcade with the group.

Once at the arcade, Eddie parted ways with Richie, something about Street Fighter. You had previously tried to beat Richie’s record. Thinking you had a chance as you considered yourself pretty good at the game. But you learned that day that no one compares to Richie.

Although you were all still hanging out together, you mainly stuck with Stan at the beginning, the two of you played a few rounds of [favorite arcade game], before trailing off to his favorite machine. At one point you two went to take a turn on Street Fighter with Eddie and Richie, but you moved on after a few rounds.

Bill was mostly playing air hockey with Beverly. You didn’t bother those two too much, and instead went and joined Mike and Ben at Pop-a-Shot, as Stan had left to go play at the Price is Right machine.

You, Mike and Eddie ended up playing Skee-ball at one point. You got the highest score 4/7 times, with Mike getting 3, and Eddie ending up with none, as he was skeptical about touching the plastic balls, saying that his looked “chewed on”. He ended up rolling one or two at least.

Eventually you made your way over to Ben and Bev, who had ended up sitting facing each other in a booth, talking about music. “Alright but have you listened to ‘Covergirl’? Has to be the best one on the album,” you said. “I have to agree Ben, ‘Please don’t Go Girl’ is good, but ‘Covergirl’ is just better”. “You guys are crazy,” ben said smiling. You were all sitting at a small booth, discussing witch song was the best off ‘Hangin’ Tough’.

“Well well what are you nerds talking about?” Richie said walking up to your guys table, taking the empty seat next to you and Bev. You saw Stan slide in next to Ben, followed by Mike. Bill and Eddie soon made their way over, sitting down as well, the booth ended being able to fit all of you somehow. As your guys day came to an end, you ordered a pizza and some mozzarella sticks, laughing and joking with each other. As you sat with your friends laughing, you couldn’t believe you ever considered staying after school and passing up such a good time.

#it x male reader #it x reader #it 2017 #losers club #losers club x reader #losers club x male reader #x male reader #male reader

[catiuskaa]

Floral Troubles: Tales of love.

It’s been hard dealing with your recent love life with how busy the flower shop has been since the wedding season started, over two weeks ago. It was just you, the ribbons and greenery, until he hugged you from behind, left 20 bucks on the table and in an affectionate tone, asked: “How do I say I love you in flower?”

and because of all the support you showed, yes, my loves, flower Binnie is back for more >:)

A/N: Thank you so much for all the reblogs and the votes! I never expected 'Yeah, flowers follow' to blow up like it did, and I'm really happy that you guys read it and enjoyed it as much as I did when writing it!

This can be read as a stand-alone, although I hope you guy's like this one as much as its 'first part', which I'll link here.

basically bc I mentioned to @tangerminie that there was a possibility that I'd do a part two (just bc she reblogged and said "Changbin, you can just go fetch more flowers", and she was right, Changbin's not the idiot, I am, LOL) and well, I committed 💪

word count: 4k. [☆☆❁☆☆]

It was after lunchtime when the bell rang inside the shop again, making you groan slightly towards yourself. Your feet hurt from standing up, knowing that your mother needed the only stool available —because God forbid she lets you take a chair from your apartment, which was just upstairs—.

You wished for hours to pass faster or for better shoes.

"One second, please!" You let out, quickly wiping your mouth with your sleeve just in case, wrapping up the white roses you needed for a booking made two weeks ago. Busy designing and planning the different flower arrangements with a soon-to-be bride, you had little to no free time, days passing by inside the little flower workshop behind the beaded curtains. And, sadly for your poor heart, that also had meant less time for a special someone, who was also busy composing, rapping, and most importantly, looking handsome for his fans.

Rushing to the counter, you bowed and smiled, eyes closing and dimples showing, hoping your encounter didn't involve one of those mean customers that think the Sun spins around them.

"Sorry, what can I-?"

"Hey, pretty."

You opened your eyes at max speed, seeing him giggle, his captivating almond-shaped eyes welcoming you with energy and enthusiasm. His hand travelled closer to your face, tucking some rebel hairs that had gotten out of the messy bun you had.

Looking around, you smiled widely at the empty sight, the different flowers and plants being the only witness of how you skipped on top of the counter, pulling the so-called "dark idol" into your embrace.

"Binnie," you mentioned, barely in a whisper, your tensed body quickly sinking on him, the light scent of cologne surrounding you feeling like a breath of fresh air.

You cupped his face between your hands, thumbs stroking the rapper's cheeks.

"You saw my text, right? I'm sorry... I know you only get this week off before not having much free time. I'm sorry I couldn't make it to our date, and I know being sorry doesn't really make up for it, but-"

He gave you a small peck, interrupting you.

"It does, silly. I know you have stuff to do, don't sweat," he smiled, and you snuggled closer to him. "You know I love this, but if your mom sees you on top of the counter, she'll kill me."

"I'll be your knight in shining armour, my prince. Thou shan't be afraid no more," you mentioned in a solemn yet somewhat mocking tone. Changbin chuckled loudly.

"I missed you, flower girl."

You got down from the counter, blushing.

"I missed you too, world star." You blew a kiss at him. "Stay with me?"

He nodded, staring intensely into your eyes, which made you smile. "So? You stormed in here just to flirt with the store's employees?" You covered your mouth with one hand, acting deeply offended. "You know, my manager will hear about this."

He played your game, turning upset in the blink of an eye. "How dare you? I just came here looking for yellow pansies."

You tried keeping up the act but couldn't hold back a smile, the idea that he had memorized parts of the book you gave him being funny in your head, blush still on your face. You took only one flower from its place and handed it to him in a huff.

"It means 'thinking of you.'" he nodded, proudly remembering the flower's meaning.

"Oh. Who's that for?" You asked, giving him a playful side-eye.

His smile lightened the colourful space. "You, of course."

"Ugh, I'm going to get diabetes. Hi, sweetie." Your mom entered with a cheeky smile, greeting the buff man only, making Changbin and you snort, still giving each other puckish looks.

"Hello, ma'am."

"Ah, you make me feel old! Just call me Deiji."

You quickly put the flower back in place and opened the small door to let Changbin access behind the counter.

"You can give the boy the stool I was using. I'll go upstairs and rest for a bit. It's time for my TV drama," your mom explained, ignoring how your eyebrows shot up, leaving the room with a big smile.

You waited until you heard steps above your heads, Seo looking at you with an amused expression. "She's been saying all day that the stool was hers until the day that she'd die. Unbelievable!"

"She loves me more," he teased, spinning side to side on the seat like a small child.

You laughed. "That's because you're adopted. She stole you from Chan Hyung."

The jokes continued, a funny atmosphere settling in the flower-crowded building, mixing with the low-toned music you played in the background.

"Hey, sweetie, come in here," your mom told Changbin, appearing through the curtains from the workshop. "We don't want people coming in here for the visuals rather than for the flowers," she joked half-heartedly, with the only intention of taking care of the idol, allowing him to rest without worrying about any gossip that could be spread.

He cackled, thanking the woman, quickly taking the stool and stepping inside the workshop. As he entered, he was immediately greeted by an atmosphere of creative energy and controlled chaos. Unlike the pristine and organized front area, the workshop was a less spacious room filled with several metal tables, each displaying an array of tools, materials, and unfinished floral designs. Vases, containers, and plastic baskets were scattered across the surfaces, some filled with water, others holding half-arranged bouquets.

The floor surrounding the workbench, situated in the centre of the room, was covered with scraps of greenery, petals, and snippets of ribbon, evidence of the ongoing creative process. The surface above was also cluttered with tools of the trade. Pairs of floral shears, wire cutters, and various types of scissors Changbin wouldn't know how to differentiate, each worn and marked from countless uses.

He took a deep breath, the air perfumed with a fragrant scent of blooms, mingling with the earthy aroma of greenery and the faint hint of floral foam that, funnily enough, resembled yours perfectly.

It was just like you, he thought, the workshop possessing a vibrant energy and a sense of untamed, natural beauty, both characterized by their creative essence and a certain level of organized mess.

He loved it.

The bell above the main door rang again, and he couldn't help to stare back at you through the beaded curtains.

Maybe it was only to him, but your presence exuded an aura of sincerity and radiance that was impossible to ignore. He had only seen that kind of beauty in movies, the ones he saw to get inspiration for his lyrics. With an ethereal glow surrounding you, to Changbin, you were like a magnetic charm that drew people in —the people being him—.

He had never been so into someone before. There had been flings here and there, but none of those had reached this level of intensity. His eyes didn't leave your figure, his heartbeat echoing in his ears as he saw you greet some clients.

Your lips, delicately curved and inviting, held a gentle smile to the people you were paying attention to. They were adorned with a subtle touch of colour. The sudden need to peck them, imagining the cute face you'd make afterwards, became more intense.

He admired your confident yet effortless stance as you moved through the store, looking for the bouquet the client had asked for.

"Oh!"

Changbin snapped out of his daydreaming, facing Deiji.

"So you're serious about her," she concluded with a sly smile.

Seo found himself unable to hold back a goofy smile as he scratched the back of his neck. She giggled, the smile on her features making her look younger.

"Come, sweetie." She invited Changbin upstairs, grinning happily. "I can't let my future son-in-law get cold in the workshop!"

As he ascended a small flight of stairs, he was greeted by a quaint entryway leading to the apartment's main living area. The open floor plan created a sense of spaciousness, allowing the living room, dining area, and kitchen to seamlessly blend together.

Above the bustling flower shop, the small apartment had a cosy and charming ambience that invited anyone to sit and relax. Despite its modest size, it was easy to see your touch in the small decorations that crowded the building.

"It's quite messy, but let's pretend otherwise," your mother said, dismissing it with a flick of the wrist. Changbin laughed, feeling at home.

His eyes locked with another staircase, even smaller, that had books and pots on the side that wasn't facing the wall.

"Her room is in the attic, if you want to wait there," Deiji mentioned slyly.

He had to hold back his curiosity, fidgeting with his rings.

"Can I?" Seo questioned sheepishly.

"Of course! I'll get her there soon, don't you worry!"

She softly rushed the buff man upstairs. Changbin couldn’t help but smile, seeing a wooden sign with several flowers painted. It was so obvious it was your room, you could feel it, and the sentiment intensified once he entered.

With its sloping ceilings and exposed wooden beams, it had a rustic charm that added character and warmth. Soft, natural light came through a dormer window, casting a gentle glow upon the space, which made the furniture inside seem magical.

Against one wall, a somewhat messy, wooden, old-looking piano took centre stage, its unpolished surface and stickers adding to the atmosphere the soft glow of fairy lights delicately draped around it created. The instrument served as a focal point of the room, where it was noticeable you spent hours, judging by how used it looked and how several music sheets filled with compositions adorned a nearby music stand and walls.

The attic's nooks and crannies were transformed into storage areas for various instruments and books. A violin rested upon a stand, ready to be played. An acoustic guitar leaned against a wall, waiting for the touch of skilled fingers. A collection of books, whether flower-related or not, were carefully arranged on a vintage bookshelf, adding a touch of your own personality to it. Close to it, there was a small desk that stood by the window, offering a dedicated space for writing and composing music, in between the range of options. It was adorned with notebooks filled with scribbled lyrics, a laptop for digital composition, and a collection of pens and pencils.

Changbin couldn’t help but lie on the bed as soon as he saw it, looking at the walls of the attic, which were adorned with posters of iconic musicians and whatnot, reflecting your appreciation for the art form. He was excited to see known artists on the walls, happy that you two had common interests. Strings of fairy lights were delicately strung across the ceiling, casting a warm and magical ambience, reminiscent of an intimate concert venue. He hoped one day you’d play something for him, or that you two could play together.

With your flowery scent surrounding him, feeling like he had reached a feeling beyond contentment, Changbin realised how tired he felt all of a sudden, and slowly drifted to sleep.

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You hummed along with the music that kept playing, sketching possible designs for the wedding centrepieces the bride had asked for. Your mother came from upstairs and tsked when she noticed you yawning, quickly turning off the CD player.

"You young people need to sleep more. Go up to your room, I can finish these myself."

"But Mom, it's barely 8 pm, I can just-"

"Fiddlesticks. You'll fall asleep as soon as you touch your bed. Unnegotiable."

You groaned as you stood up, leaving the metal stool for Deiji. You stretched your back, your muscles sore.

"Hey, did you see Changbin leave?" you mentioned, trying to hide a childish sadness in your tone.

You didn't see your mother grin for a second, then quickly put on her round glasses, continuing your design.

"No, I didn't."

You pouted. You knew it was a bit selfish from your side. You understood that he wasn’t going to waste his free week wandering in a flower shop, but there was a small part of your mind that secretly hoped that he'd stay with you until you finished. Your mom cooed, looking at you from above her glasses.

"Moooommm," you whined teasingly. "Gimme a break."

"Whatever. You teenagers live in your own dreams." She mocked, and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"You sound much older when you talk like that."

She laughed. "Just remember, I'll leave in a few hours for the flower convention with Yeongsuk. I'll come back in two days."

"Is she coming to pick you up or do you need me awake?" You inquired, taking your brown apron and hanging it on the wall closest to the stairs.

"Good night, kid."

You snickered, going upstairs slowly. You quickly took your phone and went into your messages. You pouted again, seeing that he hadn't even left a text. Tapping into his contact, you started writing an apology.

'world star ✿ฺ' hey, 'm sorry about today. I'll make it up to you.

But just when you pressed send, you were surprised to hear a notification sound coming from behind your room, the door left ajar.

You stepped in cautiously, your heart skipping a beat when you saw him snoring lowly on your bed. Your insides churned, smiling cutely. You tsked to yourself, knowing that your mom was the one behind this.

You changed into your pyjamas in the bathroom, laughing silently at the sight of the tough-looking man still sleeping cutely when you came back. You took an oversized T-shirt and some sweatpants that were too big for you, but you hadn't had the opportunity to return them yet. You approached him carefully.

"Binne?" You shook him softly.

He slowly opened his eyes.

"Wh-what?"

"You fell asleep, silly. Here, take this. You can get changed in the bathroom downstairs. It's the first door closest to the stairs."

You giggled at the marks that he had gotten from the blankets.

He came back, and you laughed at the sight of him with your clothes on. How could someone look so cute?

"Shouldn't we tell Deiji I'm staying the night?" he asked softly, getting back inside the bed, under the covers.

You snuggled closer to him, taking his arm and settling it on your waist.

"Nah. She'll leave in like two hours, anyway."

You both got lost in each other's eyes.

"You smell nice," you said, fighting to stay awake.

He couldn't help but move his hand towards the blanket, covering you a bit more.

"And you are really pretty when you're half asleep."

"Hey, you're also half asleep." You blabbered, almost unintelligible. You poked the tip of his nose. "Cute," you laughed before falling asleep. He nuzzled in your neck, hearing your calm breathing as a lullaby.

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Changbin woke up, his legs tangled with yours, still close to him, between his arms. Your breathing, calm and rhythmic, also made him relax, enjoying the sight of your body surrendering to the embrace of slumber. Soft moonlight still filtered on the room, casting a gentle glow through the windows, fighting against the Sun, which was starting to wake up too.

He smiled when he notices you do the same, a faint smile lingering at the corner of your lips.

Your room, illuminated by the soft moonbeams, looked different to him. The posters of musicians on the walls seemed to come alive in the pale light, as if whispering melodies that guided your dreams. He wondered what you were dreaming when your embrace around him tightened. He kissed your forehead, brushing stray hairs from your face, which slowly woke you up.

"Hey, pretty."

Instead of answering, you giggled, quickly getting on top of him, your legs resting on his sides, your nose brushing against his.

"Hi there, world star." You lie down, getting comfortable still on top of him. His hands travelled to your hips, caressing them, trailing shapes with the tip of his fingers.

"What time is it?" you whispered, your breath tickling his neck.

He took the first phone he could from the nightstand, trying with only one hand, refusing to let you move from on top of him.

"It's too early."

You giggled. "But what time?"

"Me time."

"Wha-? AH-"

His grip on you tightened, and he pinned you down this time, planting soft kisses all over your face. You laughed uncontrollably, one, because he's a loveable dork, and two, because it tickled, but you weren't going to say in case he'd use it against you.

"You're built like a brick!" You cackled, unable to push him off you.

"You love my strong arms, don't lie." He joked, flexing. Seo relaxed, trying not to crush you with his weight.

"I'm hungry, lung crusher."

"That's my line, you savage stealer."

"Get off and I'll make you coffee."

You both went downstairs, filling the place with giggles and light jokes.

"Hey, I'm actually sorry for yesterday. We only slept, and you could've done something better with the boys after getting the week off."

His voice was soft, words rolling off his tongue. “I prefer to be with you, the others can wait,” he said, eyes locked on yours. He wasn't going to say that he didn't care about sleeping with you —and by that he meant actual sleeping— because he loved waking up by your side, hiding his reason behind a lovestruck smile.

Suddenly, your head was spinning, at a loss for words. You couldn't quite place what was happening to you, why you were suddenly so reactive to every detail. It was a weird feeling that tickled in your chest, but you let yourself fall into it, the feeling of being loved and loving so new and daring that you couldn't get enough of it.

He sat on the stools as you took a mug for him, pouring 99% milk before microwaving it, then adding 1% coffee.

"As dark as your soul, mister."

"Very funny," he didn't laugh, not until he dunked the tip of his fingers into his drink, noticing that it was only lukewarm before splashing it on you with a flick.

He just stared at you with the same goofy smile that was on your face, while you cut some strawberries into smaller pieces, putting them into a yoghurt. He swallowed dry when he noticed you biting your lip in a sign of concentration.

"Whaddya looking at?" You said, in a somewhat sing-song voice. He just smiled, and you snickered, seeing him poking his cheek with his tongue. "Cat got your tongue?"

He laughed. "Just looking at you, hot stuff."

Your eyes opened wide, failing to hide a blush on your features that made Changbin cackle.

"Shut up, meanie," you snorted, watching him stand up, moving until he was behind you, pulling you into a back hug.

"I mean it."

You stared at him from above your shoulder, looking up and down.

"You're not too bad yourself."

[☆☆❁☆☆]

It was practically 6am after you both finished the impromptu make-out session. He stared at your lips, red and swollen.

"Don't smile like that, you cheeky bitch. Yours look exactly the same." You hit him softly on his chest, snorting, tenderly pecking him. “I need to do some arrangements, come with me? I’ll take you somewhere nice when the rest of the world is awake.”

He chuckled, letting you guide him, loving how your small hand fitted in his, fingers linking almost automatically. He took the stool as you combined the different types of greenery, playing some music on your phone.

He was going through his after noticing he had several texts from Chan, wondering if he should reply now, knowing how damn early it could be for someone who slept so little but decided to text anyways.

'red angry bird' not kidnapped yet, dw

Your heart did fuzzy things inside you, looking above your shoulder to the man behind you, spinning on the stool with his tiptoes, his messy bed hair and how your clothes looked on him making you soft.

You looked at your phone, noticing the next song on the queue and you smiled, turning around to approach him. He’s still on his phone.

“Hey, world star.” You kissed his forehead to get his attention. He freezes, his heart fluttering. “I think you know this one.”

He looked at you, losing himself in your features until he heard you singing. It was 'because', the song he sang with Felix, and you were just singing his part cause Lix’s voice was too deep for you to reach. He slowly joined your singing. Your voice, like a delicate yet powerful instrument, effortlessly blended with his, intertwining together in a melody that reverberated through the walls of the colourful flower shop. With each lyric, your voice carried the story he wrote, and he couldn't describe the feeling of happiness he achieved, knowing that you liked it too.

You kept working and singing, not noticing how he left the room. he came back with his black leather jacket in his hand, tenderly putting it on your shoulders. He took his wallet from the jacket's pocket, grabbing 20 bucks from the inside.

"Binnie, what-?"

He settled it on the table in front of you, and also carefully settled the book you gave him.

You stared at the title, "the language of flowers", curious.

His hand hugged you from behind, leaning down right next to your ear, and in an affectionate tone, he asked.

"How can I say I love you in flower?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You turned around to face him, seeing that he was hiding his other hand.

He showed you a small red chrysanthemum.

Due to the lack of an answer, his face turned worried.

"Please tell me I got it right."

You kissed him, giggling.

"I love you too, world star."

[☆☆❁☆☆]

~Kats, who now has high levels of sugar in her blood because of how fluff this was and has also lost her Duolingo strike bc she got distracted writing lol

#stray kids #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #soft hours #stray kids fluff #seo changbin #seo changbin fluff #seo changbin stray kids #stray kids imagines #seo changbin scenarios #seo changbin smut #skz changbin #skz bang chan #skz soft thoughts #skz stray kids #skz soft hours #skz x reader #skz x y/n #stray kids smut #fluff fluff fluff

[reysdriver]

Could I ask for a Steve Harrington x Reader, a story based off best friend by Rex Orange County. Friends to lovers, Steve's pov, toothrotting fluff? I've had this stuck on my mind for a while, but I'm not that great of a writer. I really enjoy your work too.

You hang out with your best friend Steve after a bad date — best friend!steve x fem!reader fluff

warnings: nothing :)

words: 0.7k

a/n: I'm not sure if this is what you want but I tried my best to include little references to the song so I hope you like it!

All night, Steve has been watching the phone in his kitchen. He made sure to sit on the recliner instead of the couch, just in case you called and he needed to answer quickly. 

Steve would never admit it to you, but he secretly hoped your date went badly so that you could come over, complain, and spend more time with him. Of course he didn’t want the guy to be really bad, but the sweet spot was just bad enough that you never went on another date with the loser and hopefully you chose to spend that time with your best friend instead. 

So when he heard the phone ring in the other room, Steve ran over to answer it as quickly as possible. 

“Casa Harrington.” He answered the phone, then held his breath wishing it was you on the other line. 

“Hey, Stevie.” You answered much to his relief. “We just finished with dinner, so he offered to drive me home and I was wondering if you’d want to come by in like ten minutes or so?”

“He seems like a gentleman; are you sure you don’t want to keep the date going with him?”

You laughed at your best friend on the other line from the payphone you were calling from. “No, Steve. He’s nice and all, I just don’t think we really click. He’s also waiting for me by his car so I think you should answer me because I don’t want to keep him waiting or else he might drive off without me.”

“I would come pick you up if he left you stranded. I’d drive anywhere you needed.”

“Okay, but I don’t need you to drive anywhere, I need you to answer my original question.”

“Nah.”

Your smile dropped at his response. “No?”

“I’ll pick you up from your house and we can go over to mine. Your place is severely lacking in the snack department.”

That was relieving. You were scared you would have to spend the evening after a boring date all alone. 

“Alright, it’s a plan. Bye, Steve.”

“Bye. Tell him to drive safe and get my girl home in one piece!”

The line went dead before you could hear the whole thing, but what you did hear brought a smile back to your face anyway.

The car ride home was awkward and silent, save for the fuzzy radio station your date had on the entire time. The wave you gave him while getting out of his car was maybe even more awkward. Luckily, your knight in shining armour was standing outside of his car parked on the street in front of your yard. 

You practically skipped over to Steve and he opened the passenger side door for you. 

“So he wasn’t all you dreamed he would be?” He asked you. 

With a shake of your head, you got in the car and responded to his rhetorical question. “Nope. I guess I just keep forgetting how boring most guys are. Not you though, of course not.”

“Well, obviously I couldn’t be boring. I have a pool at my house and my parents are never home. We can stay out all night and swim, maybe drink a few beers while you tell me all about how happy you are that I’m here to hang out with you after a bad date.”

“That sounds lovely, Harrington.” You giggled, playing with the dials on his car radio—something he only let you do. “See, this is why every date I’ve been on lately has been so boring and underwhelming.”

“And why’s that?” Steve asked, half-cocky and half-confused. 

“Because my favourite boy has brought my standards all the way up. I’ll never be able to find someone as good as you.”

Steve bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying what he really wanted to say. That you should just date, and put an end to his unrequited crush—the one that you felt as well, he just didn’t know that—because he’d treat you right and you both know it. 

Instead, he chose for the more subtle choice, and made a promise to really ask you out another time. 

“I know you’ll find someone as good as me if you look hard enough.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #best friend!steve harrington #steve harrington oneshot #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fluff #xena's requests

[fruit-of-infidelity]

♱  DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Dark 08  ♱

⌜ Scene: School Hallway ⌟

Yui: ( I still can’t get used to it… Haa… )

( School at night is weird enough… But on top of that, all the students are so normal that they’re a whole different sort of strange too! )

( Could it be that the only Vampire around is Ryuuto-san? )

Him… and, those other boys too…

???: Woo〜 Is it my lucky day or what?

Yui: Eh!?

― Laito suddenly appears before Yui. ―

Laito: Fancy seeing you here Bitch-chan.

Without your chaperone, no less.

Yui: ( Speak of the devil…! )

Yui: Laito-kun…?

Laito: The one and only!

What a pleasant surprise this is, right?

Yui: ( A surprise, yes. I don’t know about pleasant, though… )

What are you doing here…?

Laito: You see, I heard on the grapevine that you were enrolled here too, Bitch-chan. I had to come and see for myself.

You probably thought you’d seen pretty much the last of me when that wolf in sheep’s clothing whisked you away from us?

Maybe I’m being too generous. He’s hardly a fearsome wolf, what with his owner nowhere to be found nowadays.

Yui: Owner…?

Laito: That’s right. That woman...

Yui: I… don’t think I follow…

Laito: Ah, so he hasn’t let you in on the details of his “noble quest” yet? I wonder why, when he was so insistent on possessing you~?

No matter, no matter. All in due time, as they say, I’m sure. All you need to know is, he’s all bark and no bite. And, speaking of…

― Laito creeps closer to Yui. ―

Yui: Eh?

( He’s peering so intently at me… At my neck! )

Wha… What are you doing? Stay back…

Laito: Ye〜p, just as I thought.

Not a fang-mark in sight. He’s really holding back?

But. For. What~?

From the looks of you, a little fermentation might, actually, sour your taste completely!

Yui: ( Does he really have to put it that way? )

Laito: Maybe he’s just a little shy, fufu? Doesn’t know his way around a woman’s body, beside Hers~? That wouldn’t surprise me. 

Yui: ...!? What are you talking about!?

Laito: ...O〜h, unless?

Maybe I‘m looking in the wrong spot? Women have so many remarkable, hidden places that are perfect to just sink your fangs into.

I’ll just have to check each and every one of them!

― Laito tugs at the buttons of Yui’s vest. ―

Yui: Hey… W-Wait…!

( My buttons, he completely tugged them off! )

Stop this…!

― Laito backs Yui into the wall. ―

Laito: Feisty, feisty!

Thrash all you want, Bitch-chan. I’m just curious to see if that man has taken his play-thing out of its packaging yet, fufu.

― He tugs further at her clothing as she struggles. ―

Laito: All’s clear here! You’re in mint condition, it seems!

Although… New toys are meant to be played with, aren’t they? They’re no fun if they sit around in their box all day, virgin and intact.

It’s a good thing I showed up when I did, right?

Yui: Eh…!? Just what are you trying to say…?

Laito: I think you know.

Once toys sit around and get all rusty, they’re harder to enjoy, aren’t they? I’ll be doing him a favour by trialing you first, you know.

So〜 Thank you for the meal!

― There is more of a struggle. ―

Yui: Let go of me…!

M…My blood isn’t on the table anyway…!

Laito: You say that, but look! Your body is squirming this way and that at the very mention of being sucked from. What a liar〜

Call me your knight in shining armour, Bitch-chan; I’m here to save you and give you just what you desire. Right. Down. Here.

Yui: St-Stay back...!

― There is the sound of approaching footsteps. ―

Yui: ( …! Could it be… )

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈  Ryuuto-san, save me already!⎨S⎬

Yui: Ryuuto-san!?

Don't wait! H-Hurry and save me!

Laito: Wo~ah, maybe I was wrong all along? Maybe Bitch-chan is the one that wears the pants between you two, fufu.

　　❈  Ryuuto-san, please help...! ⎨M⎬

Yui: R-Ryuuto…san? Please...!

H-Help me, this guy is...

Laito: Nfu, scream it a little louder for him, won't you? Tell him ju~st how I've cornered you here, like a little lamb.

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Laito: ...Is what I would say if it were Ryuuto, after all. Looks like your guess was completely wrong, Bitch-chan.

― A familiar face approaches them both. ―

???: Sakamaki-san, and… Komori-san, is it?

Yui: Aah… Y-Yes!

( So, it wasn't Ryuuto-san after all... But this person... )

( Something about him is too familiar... )

― Yui’s heart beats suddenly, loudly. ―

Yui: Kch...

???: Are either of you aware that class started over five minutes ago?

Yui: Aah... Uhm… Yes.

Laito: Ye〜s, Mister-Teacher. Although... 

It looks like someone isn’t feeling too hot so I’m escorting her to the infirmary. Just look at her; Doesn’t she look a little pale?

Teacher?: ... ...

Yui: ( The way he’s looking at me... )

( My heart... hurts! )

Teacher?: She does seem so… The infirmary is just up there, at least. I’ll watch you as you go; be on your way, quickly now. And...

Take good care of your fellow classmate, Sakamaki-san.

Laito: ... ...Fufu.

Un〜der〜stood!

― Laito and Yui begin walking off. ―

Yui: No… 

( Wait! I don’t want to be alone with him! )

Laito: Aah, there’s that deliciously frightened expression once more.

You almost blew our cover you know, with your head-in-the-clouds, your messy uniform and weak knees… Nfu.

Yui: Me…!? Y-You’re the reason I’m all shaky and dishevelled…!

( Ryuuto-san, where are you...? )

Laito: You flatter me. What a pity though.

With that teacher watching our backs from a~ll the way over there, I suppose I have no choice but drop you off at the infirmary, huh?

About that teacher... He was kind of suspicious, though, don’t you think so, too? Didn’t your stomach churn just looking at him? 

Yui: I... Something like that...

Laito: Then, a word of advice?

Don’t take everyone at face value. They could turn out to be someone you least expect.

Speaking of, I wonder what our dear Uncle is up to these days... Fufu.

Yui: ...Uncle?

Laito: Aah, look at the time~! See you later, Bitch-chan. And, maybe next time we’ll meet in the supplies closet for some private fun.

Yui: Don’t count on it…!

⌜Monologue⌟

When returning to Ryuuto-san’s manor ーー the place I live but can hardly begin to call home,

Instructions had been laid out for me to bathe.

I didn’t dwell on who left it there and why, 

But I followed the orders (従った) on the paper, and washed myself.

I cleansed myself (身を清めた) of the feeling of Laito-kun’s eyes on me...

And the of gaze that man, that teacher, too.

Suspicious people, Some woman; I’m more confused than ever...

My head is spinning; I might just faint.

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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[galactic-pirates]

Liveblog of Ahsoka episode 4. I didn’t have the spoons to watch yesterday which is why I am a day late.

Usual drill. Here there be spoilers. Also much autistic flapping because [redacted] but oh man!!!!! So so so happy to see it :) :) :)

“Can I count on you?” - I am offended on Sabine’s behalf. I mean I get what Ahsoka is asking. Can Sabine put aside her desire to save Ezra and do what is necessary for the ‘greater good’? And Ahsoka should know better than to ask because the answer is obvious - it depends. Sabine would never risk it if people would be hurt immediately, but future harm that they could still prevent later? Maybe. Ahsoka asking that question is just pointless and yes offensive. It’s not like Sabine doesn’t understand sacrifice - she knows how to fight a war. Ahsoka should have shown faith in Sabine. It’s what Kanan would have done. He always knew that Sabine would make the right choice because it was her choice.

Yay Sabine’s blasters have returned. I was afraid she hadn’t packed them.

“Sometimes we have to do what’s right regardless of our personal feelings” … really? Tell me Ahsoka doesn’t know Sabine at all without telling me. Ugh. What a thing to say to someone that was exiled and branded a traitor to her people, who lost her family, when she realised what the Empire would do with her research. Sabine willingly sacrificed everything in the hope of saving lives, and then joined the Rebellion and kept on fighting. She had no idea that she would ever be able to return home, or that her family would ever know the truth. Yes it worked out in terms of them knowing but she didn’t know that at the time. Sabine’s response of “you really believe that” was odd because to me it can’t be taken at face value. Sabine knows the pain of sacrifice far too deeply. Maybe it was a test like really saying “are you kidding is that what you think of me?” as same Sabine, roll those eyes.

I want to google behind the scenes because that neck means Hyung isn’t a dude in a suit unless there is some green screen erasing going on?

Yay blasters and armour and Mandalorian tricks like that rope pull. This is what I like to see :) :)

“Stay together you always did better that way” - foreshadowing you are not subtle. Clearly they are going to split up and everything will go wrong because of it. But my sniggering about the ‘bad breakup’ vibes is continuing. It’s the little things that bring me joy.

Gasps Jacen! Chopper, Hera and I CAN SEE THE GHOST!!!!! Cue much hand flapping, stimming overload. Beloved Ghost ship I am so excited. “You can’t leave without authorisation” “watch me” - peak Hera!!! Oh I love it I love it I love it. I am so happy and oh for fucks sake. The Lego model I knew it was wrong with the blue engines from Rebels but then Ahsoka’s ship was blue and I thought maybe in this show it had been upgraded. Nope still yellow /sigh. That makes two obvious inaccuracies (Jacen’s hairpiece colour is the other). Lego you are better than this I am disappointed.

Phoenix leader!!!!! Ahhhh I am screaming. I am screaming and flapping. That was so cool!!!! Ok that was the scene that makes this whole show worth it. I am indescribably happy to see the Ghost and Hera was awesome, and hey it was the Rebel pilot from the Mandalorian cool cool. My smile is so wide right now my face hurts.

I wonder why Ahsoka only ignited the one blade to fight the Inquisitor guy, Marrock I think his name is. Aaaand they split up. I mean Sabine ran off pursuing Shin and Ahsoka stayed put. I guess she didn’t want Marrock chasing her, better to fight him face to face than an enemy at the back. Yikes her helmet just flew off when she hit the tree. That doesn’t seem like a very good helmet design… and she is back to the lightsaber. Did she drop her blasters? Not that they were doing much good I guess as they can be reflected. At least for this battle she is wearing her armour so shouldn’t be stabbed like before. Oooh he does know it spins, so why didn’t he fly with it?

Ok dust is not the usual response to being sliced almost in half… night sister. I have seen that in the Jedi game. Was Marrock already undead?

Oh and they aren’t as far apart as I thought but now they really are splitting up. “I’ve got this” - Shin says Sabine will regret that and I suspect she will sadly as much as I would like her to have the win.

Haha oh it’s the classic cape drop before battle. I love the callback. And she is only igniting the one blade again. Is her other one damaged? I don’t recall seeing that but I don’t get why she wouldn’t use it otherwise.

The panning shot of Sabine’s abandoned helmet gives me shivers. I am really feeling a foreshadowing vibe of her death and I hate it. Do not want. Sabine must live.

“You have no power” - that is the line that gave me such hope in the trailer. It seems to be true I think so at least there’s no real retcon to Kanan not realising Sabine had the force. But all this padawan stuff anyway just ugh why (but I ranted enough about that last week).

Haha yes!! Oh I adore Sabine using a Mando trick and blasting her. That is Sabine’s power and I love that. She is enough as herself.

It’s interesting that Baylan knew Anakin became Vader as not many ever knew that. I read the Thrawn books and Vader himself denied it even almost to himself sometimes. I wonder how he found out.

Did Sabine forget to pick up her helmet? Beskar is rare you know. I love that Ahsoka thought Shin had killed Sabine and just threw her into a wall. The clear relief when she then realised she was alive, this is what we like to see.

“Ezra Bridger is the only family you have left” erm no. Important yes, part of the family yes, but not the only family. There is Hera, and Zeb, and Jacen at minimum. Auntie Sabine - it’s canon.

“Your family died on Mandalore because your master didn’t trust you”… ok we’re going to have to come back to that. There’s clearly more information needed.

I can almost see Sabine’s thoughts. They need the power of the bad guys ship to get there. She can always take out the bad guys later. It’s the kind of bargain they made a couple of times on Rebels. Shin choking Sabine is very dark side even if the ‘fallen Jedi’ do seem to waver as to how dark they are. Baylan seems to have some code.

Hera! The Ghost!!! Ooooh pretty ship in clouds. You know if it took that long to destroy the orb with a lightsaber a blaster bolt wouldn’t have done shit anyway. OMG that was scary when the hyperspace jump exploded but the Ghost was fine, same can’t be said about all the X-Wings sadly :( and Jacen has a bad feeling. Jedi vibes? Or just common sense because the situation would make anyone go uh-oh.

How did Absoka fall into the world between worlds? Oh yikes that is super creepy. It looks like they tried to deage him and his face looks weird.

So in conclusion I am worried about Sabine’s helmet. Also if it requires a ton of power to make the jump then no regular ship (aka the Ghost or Ahsoka’s ship) can follow. I had thought when Hera was racing to the evil ring that she would get caught in their hyperspace bubble and go along for the ride but nope.

So I guess in order for Ahsoka to catch up on the adventure she will use the world between worlds, and leap through into a moment. I am confused as to how she just fell into it though. I mean I have headcanoned that as it’s basically the force which connects all things across time and space made manifest, that means it is essentially everywhere all the time. There doesn’t have to be a specific doorway (like the Lothal Jedi temple) but maybe points were set up for some reason, otherwise entrance is as the force wills it? Like the force needs a champion and boom. Plus Ahsoka has a really close connection having been revived by the daughter, and saved through the world between worlds before.

Hmm ok! This was a good episode. Very exciting. Mostly I am screaming about the Ghost!!!! But Sabine had blasters again. I liked seeing her fight full Mando with helmet. I hope Hyung retrieves her helmet and she gets it back.

Next Wednesday is very far away.

#star wars: ahsoka #ahsoka spoilers

[irl-morros-account]

hey how did you get revived? idk if this was already asked or not

Nope, hasn't been asked yet, surprisingly.

It's honestly a really stupid story. OK, so some kids found the Allied Armour of Azure, and all they knew was that it could summon people from the Cursed/Departed Realm. Apparently, I am the most recognisable person from there??

So they summoned me because they have no fucking impulse control, and tried not to start hysterically screaming. I was really fucking confused, I didn't know that the Allied Armour could bring back people that died twice. I also didn’t know what year it was. I asked the kid (His name is Banri, by the way) if I could go see Wu, because children are gullible and he said, "Sure, but I wanna come, too."

So I went to Monastery with some random guy, and I swear to you, when Cole opened the door, he almost passed out. The Master of Earth genuinely looked like he'd just been stabbed, or something. Also, he wasn't a ghost anymore. Day of the Departed thing yada yada, and then he called Wu. Wu had basically the same reaction.

I told him I just wanted to see him, and now I would leave, but he grabbed me and pulled me inside, (I made him bring Banri, too.) And he started monologuing about how he'd prayed for a second chance, how he wouldn't let me go this time, he saw a familiar face in his spirit smoke. A bunch of deep words that I mostly forgot.

I got the message, though. They let me stay in their secret base (under the Monastery, don't tell anyone) until Wu could travel to the Library of Domu and find a scroll that would permanently bring me back. Cos Banri wasn't looking too great.

It was all a lot more emotional than I'm making it out to be, yeah. Lloyd jumped three metres in the air when he saw me, and Kai almost killed me. Zanes eyes just kinda widened.

And after two weeks ish, Wu returns triumphantly with this spell page copy from the book of a guy named Louse? The point was, he could revive me. So he did.

I cannot explain to you how painful it was. I cannot accurately tell you how tormented I felt. It was like an out of body experience, reminded me of the Pre-eminent. Agh.

As you can imagine, took me quite a fucking while to adjust to being alive again. I'll live, though.

#the last major thing that happened before i returned was fucking LORD GARMADONS resurrection #and a stone giant #and goddamn FFUCKING ONI??? #it surprises me each day that those six are still alive #'ill live' isnt a phrase that i wouldve dreamed of ever saying again five years ago. it feels good #irl morro #morro irl account #lego ninjago #answering asks #fallentale4 #morro ninjago

[harrylee94]

In the Footsteps of Luminous Beings - Chapter 16

You can also find this on AO3!

Summary: “Hey, partner,” he said instead when it looked like there was a bit of a lull in the conversations, “you want to tell me what’s going on?”

The Mandalorian turned back to him, and he could swear the guy was smiling at him. “They want to kill the krayt dragon too… Red Hunter.”

Cobb blinked. “What?”

“It’s what they call you.”

Huh.

Notes: I'm really enjoying this. Love these boys so much.

(Also, sorry for posting this on here a little late! I got home late and was too tired to add it last night)

Chapter 15

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Red Hunter

They stayed for a while longer before preparing to leave, Cobb having to make sure that at least some of the townsfolk knew he would be gone for a few days, giving Jo a few pointers she didn’t need just to wind her up before heading into one of the communal storage buildings for supplies.

Mos Pelgo had a general pot for essentials like ration bars, medical supplies and parts for the vaporators, the credits they earned individually going more towards personal dietary wants, alcohol and whatever else they decided to spend their money on, so long as it wasn’t spice. They did all chip in for celebrations, but then everything was used up when they had it.

Cobb gathered enough ration bars for the three of them for a few days, just in case Mando didn’t have any, which was unlikely, plus a small tin of bantha jerky to help with the taste that he had to collect from his abode. He did manage to scarf down the rest of his lunch though, cold as it now was, and set the dish aside to clean later.

Mando was waiting for him when he emerged, or he’d thought he was until he felt a tap against his boot and found the kid smiling up at him. He gave the Mando a questioning look, but all he got was a stoic look in return — or what he assumed was stoin, considering he couldn’t see past that helmet of his — so he took it as permission and knelt down, returning the kid’s smile.

“Hey there little one,” he said, holding out his hand to allow the kid to take hold of his finger. “I don’t think Mando’s too fond of me just now; maybe wait ‘til we get to know each other a little better before we start bein’ all friendly, yeah?”

The kid managed to look annoyed by this, whining as they held Cobb’s finger in both his clawed little hands, but Cobb managed to pry him off and move away, giving Mando the chance to scoop him up. It earned him a hesitant nod, one that felt like not many earned, and the Mandalorian headed back to his speeder bike despite the kid’s complaints.

Kids were always going to be curious, no matter where they came from or what they looked like. Cobb couldn’t deny his own curiosity about the child either, and not just because of how bright he was; he’d never seen anything like him before. He looked like he was probably a toddler, so after he’d finished growing, he probably wouldn’t end up being much taller than his hip, unless he went through some serious growth spurts.

Stranger things had happened.

In the end their curiosity had to wait, Cobb taking his own personal project out from hiding to take this stranger to the krayt’s lair.

It was some distance without the help from speeders, almost two days by foot, but since they had the powered hover vehicles it would take only a handful of hours, enough time to get there and back before the suns set, if all went well. It was still quite a journey to take in relative silence though, so he’d told the story of how he got the armour to his new travelling companion, half in the hopes that he might get something in return, but mostly so he could clear things up between them.

The Mandalorian hadn’t offered any stories or explanations in return in the end, though he hadn’t been expecting him to, so when they entered the canyon they’d not been speaking for some time. Even if they had been, he would have been able to hear that massiff cry.

He pulled his modified pod engine of a speeder bike to a stop, holding his fist up to signal Mando do the same, and it was only then that he realised he’d forgotten to mention the uneasy truce between his people and the Tuskens.

“Whatever happens, don’t shoot,” he said as he dismounted the bike, eyes searching every direction to find where the rawls had come from. He didn’t miss the look Mando sent him, though he couldn’t quite parse what it meant. At least he hadn’t pulled out his blaster, though his hand remained ready, just as Cobb’s did.

Soon enough, a small pack of massiffs stepped out from behind the rocks before them, one on the ground approaching with a gaping roar. Cobb’s fingers twitched for the weight of his blaster, but he kept his hands low as he tried to find sign on the Sand People who would likely be near.

What he didn’t expect, however, was for the Mandalorian, a man he had expected to be a complete stranger to these lands, to let out a cry like one of the native tribes.

The massiffs ceased their growling almost instantly, and Mando stepped forwards, making noises and grunts Cobb knew had to be Tusken, and he offered the closest massiff something from his belt, at which point the creature got downright cute, begging for pets that the Mandalorian gave. It must have been sign enough that they were safe as two Tusken Raiders appeared.

Then the stranger to these lands — who Cobb had learned was most definitely not a stranger to Tatooine at all — started to discuss something with them, in their own tongue no less! Perhaps, if he was lucky, he might be able to convince Mando to teach him some.

“Hey, partner,” he said instead when it looked like there was a bit of a lull in the conversations, “you want to tell me what’s going on?”

The Mandalorian turned back to him, and he could swear the guy was smiling at him. “They want to kill the krayt dragon too… Red Hunter.”

Cobb blinked. “What?”

“It’s what they call you.”

Huh. Well, he hadn’t expected them to give him a title, but he could appreciate the simplicity of it. The Tuskens made a few more sounds and signs, then made an exasperated motion of ‘follow us’ which even Cobb could understand.

“They want us to stay with them for the night,” Mando translated.

“... Well alright then,” Cobb said, backing up towards his speeder to follow their lead.

It was a fair distance to the Tuskens’ camp, especially since they were riding on the backs of banthas, but Cobb found himself listening to the way Mando spoke to the Sand People, wondering what they were talking about as they travelled, though most of the time he couldn’t hear much of the replies anyway due to travelling in single file. Mando did look back at him a few times, though part of that reason might have been because he’d been attempting to keep the little one entertained by making faces, only to stop the moment his guardian turned to investigate, making him squeal with peals of laughter.

It had certainly made time go a little faster for a while, being as left out as he was by the language barrier.

Eventually they reached their camp, the bantha hide huts almost blending into the dunes until they were almost upon them. There were a little under a dozen Tuskens spotted around, some setting the fire to fend off the chill of the night, which was fast approaching, others preparing what looked like some sort of food. It was far from the entire tribe, but it was more than he’d seen in one place for a long time.

They were offered places by the fire, which Mando explained was a great honour, at which point he started translating what was being said around them.

“They say you are a great hunter,” Mando said. “That you are a good leader for your people.” He waited for a few moments for the Tusken to keep talking, then snorted. “They also say that your attempts to speak with them have been… entertaining.”

“I bet they have,” Cobb grumbled, thinking back to those ridiculous movements he’d put himself through to try to be understood. “Not like I’ve had much time to learn their language.”

“You care for your people,” Mando said. “They understand.”

Cobb hummed, nodding to the Tuskens in thanks, who nodded in return. At least that gesture was universally understood. Another gesture that was understood by everyone was the one for ‘pick me up’, which the kid demonstrated brilliantly… at Cobb’s feet.

The Mandalorian seemed as surprised by the request as he was, but he gave Cobb his permission, and soon enough the little guy was sitting in his lap.

“Hey there, green bean,” Cobb said, offering his fingers to allow the kid to hold them. “Did you enjoy the ride? Banthas are very hairy, aren’t they?”

The kid giggled, moving Cobb’s fingers so he could shuffle closer than on the edge of Cobb’s knees.

“Okay then,” Cobb said, allowing the kid to pull his hand to more comfortably hold him. “Is that good?”

The kid considered for a moment before looking up at him, which he assumed was a yes.

“Good. Glad you’re comfy,” Cobb said, smiling as the child snuggled closer to his body, then looked out across the fire like Cobb was some sort of throne. When he looked up again, he found that everyone was looking at him, the chatter having fallen into silence. “... What?”

One of the Tuskens spoke, and Mando shifted on his seat.

“They said that you are good with children.”

“Oh,” Cobb replied, somewhat embarrassed; it wasn’t a side he showed often to outsiders, and he wasn’t sure how he felt having that softness exposed. “It’s only right, really. Kids are important; they’re their own people, and what they do will shape the future, so letting them be kids while they still have the chance… it’s more than some of us ever got. They deserve better.”

The Mandalorian was silent for a few moments, but he eventually nodded in agreement before translating for the Sand People.

“They say you are wise.”

Cobb just shrugged. “I’m just doin’ what I wish someone had done for me.”

A meal was served soon after that, and the kid happily devoured all the meat from his bowl, trying to avoid anything else, though Cobb managed to convince him to eat a few spoonfuls before he clambered down from his lap to head back to his guardian, probably upset that Cobb had made him eat the icky food. Once everything had been eaten, one of the Tuskens — an Elder from the way the others watched after them — came to sit next to him, carrying what looked like a black fruit.

Cobb was sure he’d seen some like it before, but he’d never known what they were. When the Tusken crushed the top with their gloved thumbs, a small cloud of what looked like noxious smoke puffed up from within. It looked dangerous, and yet they held it out to him. He took it, not wanting to insult his hosts, and gave it a precautionary sniff.

It reeked worse than a bantha’s backside.

“... What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked, keeping his voice low as another conversation had started up.

“You drink it,” came the reply, and Cobb almost gagged.

“It stinks.”

“Do you want their help?”

Cobb carefully schooled his face, making sure not to show his disgust at having to digest whatever it was in this… thing, but Ben’s lessons had been taught well, drilled into his head time and time again, and he held his breath as he brought it to his lips.

When the water touched his tongue he found himself genuinely surprised, but the aftertaste drew a grimace to his lips, which seemed to bring a lot of amusement to the Elder, though they patted his arm in some sort of sympathy.

“Okay,” he wheezed, coughing until his throat clear. “Okay, now what?”

Mando tilted his head at him, and Cobb had the distinct feeling that he was laughing at him. “Now we figure out how to kill the monster.”

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You have no idea how much I loved getting Grogu to have a hug from Cobb. It was THE BEST!

Chapter 17

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[aspenmissing]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Meliodas stands upright with his arms on either side of his body, his face emotionless, his eyes clouded over and dark purple swirls and marks all over his left side. Ban looks to Jericho as she makes a sound of pain, her body weakening as she doubles over, her hand clutching her chest- dropping Y/N's axe in the process.

"H-Hot, my insides are burning." She says, shaking. All while Meliodas's dull eyes are wide open and staring right at her.

"How is he able to escape from the amber?" Gulia questions, also sweating and in pain. Suddenly a hand wisps past her body, the dragon sword she was carrying now gone from her grasp...She looks down before seeing that her hand is no longer there, as blood pours out and falls down her armour. She holds it up into the air and begins screaming in pain, as Meliodas drops his arm down, him holding Gulia's missing hand which is holding the dragon sword. "How dare you." Meliodas then raises his arm with the dragon sword before bringing it down, causing a blast to blow Gulia and Jericho back, Gulia's hand dropping in front of Jericho.

"I don't believe it," Jericho says, now on the floor and looking at Meliodas. "One little wave caused a huge blast like that?" Jericho sees Gulia on the floor as the dust clears, seemingly passed out. "No!" She shoots up, grabbing her sword - attacking it to her back, before running over to the injured woman. Gulia lifts her, grabbing one of the sphere-shaped balls from her remaining hand. "Super recovery spell!" She throws it on the ground like a green field of some sort surrounds the two.

Gulia looks down at her now attached arm, Jericho having pressed it back to her limb. She wiggles her fingers and sighs in relief before looking at Jericho.

"I owe you one," Gulia says, looking at her.

"This wasn't the plan!" Jericho yelled, clenching her fist. "I thought that nothing could break free of the goddess amber!"

"That's not my area." Gulia looks over to Meliodas, as the dust clears. "But he's giving off disturbing magical energy. It's almost as if..." The two stare at him before a voice cuts the tension.

"That's some seriously bad news Jericurl" Ban stays, startling the two women. They whipped around, facing the fox sin who is resting his hands on his thighs, squatting down and squinting at Meliodas.

"The names Jericho!" She corrected, standing up and wrapping her hand around her sword. Ban stands up, hand rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh sorry, I went on ahead and healed myself," Ban says, smirking. "Oh nice spell beads, you guys have got some fun little toys." He says, holding up the spell beads between his fingers.

"Hold on." Gulia looks down at her arm to see her spell beads are the ones Ban is holding. "When did you-." Ban remains cocky before something catches his eyes behind them, his eyes suddenly going wide.

"Hey! Watch out!." He warns. They turn to see Meliodas jumping through the dust, sword in hand and coming towards them. Ban doing the same but towards Meliodas. "Captain! Is it still really you in there-" He's cut off by Meliodas cutting him in half, dust covering the area when he lands.

"What in the world is going on here?" Elizabeth questions, stepping back, the bear carving still tightly in her grasp. Hawk, still burned, waddles over to her.

"Elizabeth, are you feeling okay?" He asks, looking at her in sadness.

"I'm fine Hawk, how is Sir Meliodas doing? A-and has there been any sigh of Y/N?" She asks, kneeling to the pig and rubbing his head. "Do you have any idea?"

"Hell if I know," Hawk says. "Is that crazy-ass guy Meliodas? Y/N wouldn't let him go cra-" The two are cut off when something lands in front of them and dust covers their vision. Once cleared, Elizabeth opens to see Meliodas standing in front of her, a massive crater around them yet a small pillar to which they are on remains. Meliodas leans close to her face, before sniffing her from side to side. "S-Sir Meliodas?" He then stands back up straight and raises his arm, which begins to glow menacingly as purple and black wisps surround it, eventually turning into a wing. He then pushes off and flies off into the air.

"Hmm, what's this?" Helbram turns his head to the side, looking over as he senses a change. "How could it be? I'm certain he was sealed away in that goddess amber as we planned? Perhaps Y/N helped him escape?"

He hears metal clash, turning his head back to King, who is still on his knees while holding his chest wound and breathing heavily. One arm is stretched out, some daggers around him pointing at Love Helm.

"Stop your futile efforts, this is no longer the time or place to be fighting you," Helbram says, turning his back to King.

"How do you figure?" King questions.

"Look there." The Holy knight replies, looking up. King doing the same, watching as the clouds part as something, or someone, drops from the sky head down. He collides with the ground, a gust of wind blowing them back. Helbram uses his cape to push the dust away, watching as Meliodas's demon wing slowly morphs back into his arm. "Judging by your appearance, I see that you've-" He's cut off by Meliodas swinging his sword arm back and punching Helbram in the stomach... Only for it to be caught by Helbram's hand instead. "Perhaps I should reconsider my opinion of you."

In the blink of an eye, Meliodas is gone only in a second for Helbram to be uppercut by the said boy. Meliodas flips in the air before coming back down on Helbram, crashing into the ground and causing another wind gust. He's then picked up by the suit of his armour and thrown away, landing on his feet. He has a second to breathe before Meliodas is flying forward and punching him multiple times in the chest, going for another one only for Love Helm to turn to the side and punch him into a mountain. Melidoas skids down the mountain before landing face-first on the ground. Helbram flies over, landing in front of him.

"It would seem your fundamentally different than the likes of Jericho and Gulia, this is truly a pleasant miscalculation," Helbram says as Meliodas lifts his head to look at him. "I guess that you were a blend from the very beginning!" Meliodas slowly begins to stand up. "This magical power, it's completely different from the new generations - as they were infused with demon blood later in life." Meliodas tilts his head at the man. "It's no wonder that the goddess amber couldn't contain you." Helbram readied his sword. "Well, no matter! I'm more interested in testing the limits of your powers a bit more if you don't mind." Meliodas raises his arm, his arm morphing into a shadowy wisp that resembles somewhat of an axe before flying up, Helbram following him. "Impressive!"

Y/N sits up from the ground, rubbing her head while groaning in pain.

"That stupid blast, hurt worse than hell." She stands up, stretching her sore limbs till audible cracks and pops are heard from her bones. She moans in relief, "That felt so good." She looks around her, seeing she is now on the edge of a cliff. "I gotta hand it to them, that blast was more powerful than I expected." She sniffs again, "That shit reeks, dammit Meli. Always needing me to save your blond short ass." She sniffs once again, "I sense Meliodas, Ban, Elizabeth, Hawk, Diane and KING! He's bleeding?!" Her eyes grow concerned, her eyes darting for the injured fairy king.

When she's unable to see him, she begins jumping down the mountain, landing quietly - as to not gain Meliodas or Helbram's attention. She spots Elizabeth and Hawk in the middle of a platform with a crater around it, and a cut in half Ban before finally landing on King. She rushes over to him, falling to her knees and cradling him.

"Oh King, what have they done to you." She picks him and his pillow up, making her way over to Ben - who was now back in one piece and standing up. He sees the woman, looking at her amusingly.

"Where have you been all this time?" He questions, and then he spots King in her hold. "And what happened to him?" She shrugs.

"I don't know, I've been - uhm, away for a second. But we gotta get Elizabeth out of here. Meliodas isn't stable right no-." As on cue, Meliodas goes flying into a mountain - creating a crater. "Yup now is a good time to do it. Take him." She passes King and his pillow to Ban, before walking off.

"You're going off again?"

"I'll be right back! Just gotta get something." Ban shakes his head, puts King and his pillow under one arm and begins making his way to Elizabeth and Hawk.

"No way, he's gonna..." Hawk says as he and Elizabeth watch Meliodas in the crater with Helbram floating a few meters away from him.

"Sir Meliodas." She says, "Sir Meli-" A hand covers her mouth before she could make too much noise.

"Keep it down," Ban whispers to her, looking over at Meliodas. He pulls his hand away, "The two of you can still run right?"

"Huh?"

"This is messed up."

"Sir Ben, you'd abandon Sir Meliodas. Lady Y/N wouldn't! " Ban clicks his tongue before suddenly picking her up and begins running, Hawk running behind them.

"Let go of me!" Elizabeth shouts."

"Yeah, I'll do that just as soon as we're in the clear." He replies, not looking back.

"This is the first time I've seen Ban so freaked out, I guess that Holy Knight must be pretty dangerous. Oh, where's Y/N when you need her!" Hawk thinks. Elizabeth looks over to the field, gasping at the sight.

"Griamore! Veronica!" Griamore is cradling Veronica - who still has Y/N's coat wrapped around her. She then sees a familiar person beside them, placing her hand over Veronica's chest and looking at Griamore, smiling. "Y/N!"

Helbram watches as Ban runs away with his friends in hand. Helbram chuckled to himself before turning back to Meliodas.

"I see they're fleeing in shame, typical criminals. But I'll never let them escape, I'll deal with them once I retrieve the hero." He senses something and quickly backs up as a giant hammer comes flying down past him, piercing the ground with a massive rumble. "What's this? You're alive?" She turns around with a look of determination, staring at the foe. "It's Diane, the Serpent Sin!" She scoops Meliodas into her hand, looking at him with sadness.

"Captain..."

"Um, hello?" Helbram interrupts, "I hate to interrupt your touching reunion but would you be amenable to an arrangement?"

"Was it you?" She bluntly says,

"If you surrender that criminal and the princess to me, I won't lay a hand on you or your-"

"Did you do this?" Diane turns her head to stare at the Holy Knight, causing him to back up with his hands up.

"Easy now, here's today's Helbram's Horoscope! You should refrain from foolish or rash judgments. Your Gideon alone is no match for my link."

"Answer the question, did you hurt the CAPTAIN!" Diane raises her Gideon, ready to bring it down on Helbram.

Someone in a dark dungeon, Hendriksen stretches his hand over Helbram's link, sensing Gideon's power as well as another.

"Withdraw now, Helbram." He warns.

Helbram is unable to hear him as Diane swings her Gideon down at him, he barely dodges it. She continues to do so as he dodges each of her swings narrowly.

"But I have yet to retrieve, Meliodas!" He tells him, "And the princess." He backs away.

"You really should listen to your friend you know, he is kinda smart." A voice says into Helbram's ear, he turns his head to see a smirking Y/N. He goes to punch her in surprise but she ducks and uses the handle of her axe to push him back.

"Y-You too?!" Helbram says, "Y/N, the Wolf's Sin! You've been gone for ages." He narrowly dodges Y/N's swing of her axe as well as another one from Diane. He floats back as Y/N lands on Diane's shoulder, smiling at her.

"Yo Diane, back to regular size huh?"

"Yup! And I'm feeling great and ready to kick some butt!" Diane replies, tightening her grip on Gideon while glaring at Helbram.

"Mind if a take this one for a sec, need to stretch my muscles," Y/N asks, smiling at the giant woman - Diane at first pouts before nodding. Y/N looks to Helbram, smirking. "Get ready old man, you're going down."

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[yespleasetommyshelby]

Temporary - Oscar Diaz imagine Part 6

Previously...

"De nada princesa." He winked before stepping out into the yard, a chorus of 'spooky!' coming from the Santos as he closed the door behind him.

A cough from beside me brought me back to earth, turning to see three sets of eyes on me, Ruby and Jamal looking as though I'd killed somebody right then and there and Cesar with a knowing smirk on his face.

"What?" I asked innocently.

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"What did you do?" Jamal asked, still stood staring at me with wide eyes.

"I have never, ever, seen an actual smile on that guys face." Ruby muttered, watching the front door as though Oscar would magically walk through it any second.

"He's got a point." Cesar added making my eyes move to him. "He's my brother and I've never heard him call anyone 'princesa' before, let alone offer to let a girl stay over with no repayment, if you get what I mean." He smirked as he looked at me, his eyes holding a knowing glint.

"Maybe I just have that effect on people." I shrugged with a slight laugh. "Anyway, what's this about a school dance?" I asked in attempt to change the subject.

"It's on Friday and we're gunna get freaky with it." Jamal sung as he moved his hips in what I think was supposed to be a 'sexy' way.

"Okay, that's gross." I stated pointing at the younger boy as he slowly stopped dancing, crossing his arms before flopping down on the couch besides me.

"What is with you people and throwing water on my flame?" He groaned to himself.

"Jamal, baby, you need to have a flame for someone to put it out." I spoke with false sympathy, laughing as he rolled his eyes and mimicked me.

"How were the school dances in Cali?" Ruby asked leaning against the kitchen counter as he watched me.

"Uh, I didn't actually go to any." I shrugged thinking back to how me and Jess would just take a couple bites down to the beach and drink the night away.

"You didn't go? Like, to any?" Cesar asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Not that I remember no, I used to just go down to the beach and get drunk." I shrugged with a small smile.

"You should come." He continued making me look up to him in slight confusion. "To our dance." He clarified with a smirk.

"Oh, well in case you haven't realised I finished school a couple years ago, and I didn't even go to yours." I smiled at his offer.

"So? We can bring dates from other schools, or not from school at all, this is freeridge, it's a pretty relaxed deal." He shrugged, the smirk still on his face.

"I'm not sure that's going to a school dance with a fourteen year old is such a great idea." I muttered unsurely.

"You're overthinking things here Lia." Jamal said loudly as he pushed himself up and stood next to Cesar and Ruby. "God, you're definitely related." He spoke to himself as he looked up to the ceiling.

"Hey!" Me and Ruby yelled at the same time making Jamal raise his eyebrows in an 'I told you so' style. "But he's right." Ruby shrugged. "It's nothing serious just a dance, besides, I thought you'd be up for some fun after whatever just happened." He continued.

"Ruby's right." Cesar nodded, all three boys stood watching me and waiting for an answer.

"Fine." I sighed in defeat. "You're on." I smiled.

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"Thank you again." I smiled as Oscar grabbed what he needed from his room before spending the night on the couch.

"Ain't nothin'." He shrugged as he headed towards the door, fresh shirt and shorts in hand.

"I'm going to the school dance with your brother." I blurted out stopping him with his hand on the doorknob. "Oh my god that sounded so much stranger out loud." I groaned as I flopped back onto his bed staring at the ceiling.

"Why?" He snorted as he turned round, dumping his stuff on a set of drawers before he stood at the side of the bed looking down at me in a mix of confusion and amusement.

"They was talking about the dance and I mentioned I'd never been to one, then Cesar offered to take me." I shrugged before sitting up and looking up at him. "It's not that strange right?"

"You're 19 and going to a school dance with my brother." He said matter-of-factly as he looked down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"I know it's so weird." I half groaned, half laughed as I thought about what I had agreed to. "You know you don't have to sleep out there right? I'm more than happy to, this is your bed after all." I mentioned, running my fingers through my tangled hair.

"A princesa should sleep on a bed, not a couch." He gave me a small smile and a shrug.

"And what about a caballero?" I asked making him look at me in confusion. "Well, you were my night in shinning armour." I teased with a smirk, and I'm sure, I saw a hint of pink lining his cheeks before he cleared his throat and it was gone. "Oscar Diaz get your culo into the bed before I tell all your little home boys that you cried at Marley and me." I smirked knowing that seeing Spooky Diaz crying earlier was going to come in handy, not that he'd admit he was.

"A) I wasn't crying, and b) even if I was you wouldn't dare." He muttered narrowing his eyes at me although the small smirk on his face let me know that he wasn't quite 100% serious.

"Try me." I smirked.

I let out a laugh as he sighed loudly throwing his head back before huffing his way over to the opposite side of the bed, pulling his top over his head before throwing himself down dramatically.

"You're such a drama queen, you know that?" I laughed as I lifted the cover and settled down on the pillow.

"Let's remember who's bed this is yeah." He muttered, both of us laid on our backs and watching the plain white roof.

"Was you close to them? Your parents I mean." I whispered remembering Ruby saying that the Diaz brothers had been alone for the majority of Cesar's childhood.

"My mum died when I was younger, couple years after Cesar was born, I don't remember much about her other than she was a jumped up crackhead." He muttered, my eyes widening slightly at how blunt and open he was being about it. "Me and my dad were kinda close when it came to gang business, I guess, but other than that I barely knew the man personally." I felt him shrug from his place besides me. "What about you?" He asked making me scoff quietly.

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed or not but me and my mum don't exactly have the greatest relationship. She's constantly on my ass trying to put me down, she tried her hardest to make me into the housewife that she's always been, and that's just not me." I shrugged laughing slightly. "But my dad." I trailled of with a sigh, a small smile on my face. "He's the greatest man I've ever met, I mean sure, he's had some troubles in the past but he's always put me and mum above it all. Even when it costs him more than he has, he always finds a way to make sure we're alright." I smiled at the thought of the hero that was my dad.

"He sounds like a good man." Oscar whispered making me turn to face him only to realise that he was already watching me.

"He is." I whispered with a small smile, my eyes captured by his as the familiar butterflies from earlier suddenly reappeared, his eyes moving between my own and my lips.

Not risking another interruption he quickly leant forwards and captured my lips with his own, moving our lips against each other's slowly, the cliché of butterflies and fireworks never really making much sense to me until this moment, when I felt it all.

I kept my eyes closed as we slowly pulled away, his forehead resting against mine as he released my bottom lip with a slight pop. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth to speak before I was interrupted by a quick kiss on my lips before he pulled back completely.

"Sorry, I uh, I shouldn't have done that." He said quietly, looking into my eyes briefly before reaching over and playing with the small 'D' pendant that hung around my neck. "I know you got a boyfriend." He muttered scowling, dropping the necklace as though it had burned him.

"It's alright Oscar." I smiled slightly, bringing my hands up to the sides of his face my thumb rubbing his jawline gently. "I'm done with him, enough is enough, right." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"It's okay." I smiled bringing my hands to the sides of his face, my thumb rubbing over his jawline gently. "I'm not with him anymore." I shrugged making him chuckle slightly.

"Good." He smirked, placing his hands on he sides of my face forcing me to let go of his and hold onto his wrists instead. Giving me one more smirk he leaned in placing his lips against mine as his hands disappeared from my face, reaching behind my neck as I felt the weight of the necklace disappear.

Pulling away I couldn't help but laugh as Oscar threw the necklace towards the drawers opposite his bed, the small chain sliding across the surface before dropping down the back. Letting out a chuckle of his own he laid himself down pulling me towards him do that my head was resting on his chest, his arm wrapping around me waist from behind while his other was folded under his head.

"Night Lia." He mumbled, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

"Goodnight Oscar." I whispered into the otherwise silent room, placing a brief kiss to his bare chest before drifting off into the darkness.

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"Aye Spooky! Where you at?" Accompanied by a know at the door make me jump the next morning as I was getting myself a glass of water in Oscars kitchen the next morning.

Since I'd always been an early bird, as my mother would put it, it was no surprise that I had woken up before Oscar and Cesar, my head resting on Oscars chest with his arms wrapped around me tightly.

"Spooky man, open up!" A different voice called from outside again accompanied by a know that was more like banging.

Sighing to myself I debated whether to go and wake Oscar or to just answer the door myself, yet another knock on the door answering my question for me.

"Can I help you?" I asked as I opened the door to be met with the same Santo that had stepped up to Diego yesterday along with another one that I recognised from the Monse and Cesar fight, the one who tried to step up to me, bitch.

"Where's Spooky?" The bitch asked as he looked me up and down with smirk, only then did I remember that I was in the same clothes I'd slept in, a pair of Oscar's boxers and my tank top, luckily I had remembered to put my bra back on when I'd gotten up this morning.

"How 'bout you show me a little respect before I slam this door in your culo feo." I smiled sarcastically crossing my arms over my chest before the other guy got my attention.

"Hey, uh, Lia right?" He asked with furrowed brows like he was trying to remember. "I was there when your boy came for you." He smiled slightly.

"Right." I nodded. "Thank you for that." I smiled sincerely, genuinely thankful that he had stepped in.

"I'm sad eyes by the way." He smiled as he stuck his hand out for me to shake. "And that's Johnny." He nodded over to his companion.

"Lia." I smiled putting my hand in his and shaking it lightly. "But you already knew that." I laughed.

"Is spooky here or what?" Johnny huffed against the door frame, once again letting his eyes roam my half naked body.

"Spooky's gunna kick the shit outta you if you don't stop looking at her like that." Cesar's voice made me jump as he came to the door with a glass of juice in one hand. "Here." He smiled as he handed me the juice while taking the water from my other hand.

"Oh, thank you C." I smiled as I took a sip. "Oh shit yeah, you guys wanna come in?" I asked quickly remembering the two Santos stood waiting in the doorway.

"Thanks." Sad eyes laughed as he made his way in, fist bumping Cesar on his way.

"Apologise." I said, putting my arm across the doorway before Johnny could walk in, looking up at him with a smirk as he glared down at me. "Apologise for acting like a jackass or you can wait for Spooky out in the yard." I shrugged as he looked at me in disbelief. "Oh, and it rained last night so the couch is slightly damp." I shrugged again as I went to close the door before his hand stopped me.

"Alright, I'm sorry." He smiled sarcastically as he tried to take a step inside.

"You're sorry for what exactly?" I smirked as I stepped in his way again, getting a kick of amusement at the scowl on his face. "Well, I'm waiting." I sighed tapping my invisible watch on my wrist.

"I'm sorry for being a jackass." He groaned rolling his eyes. "Happy?" He sighed as he looked down at the smirk on my face.

"Very." I smiled as I moved out of his way to let him in, closing the door behind him.

"Aye spooky! Where you been man? Damn hyna trying to make me wait inside." Johnny cheered as Oscar appeared from the hallway in nothing but the pair of shorts that he'd slept in last night.

Sure, Oscar Diaz wasn't exactly rocking an eight pack and abs of steal, but my god was he something to look at first thing in the morning. I couldn't help but blush as his eyes landed on me, scanning me up and down quickly before he looked back to Johnny, giving him an uninterested look before shaking his head and heading into the kitchen.

"Lia." He called looking over his shoulder at me. "Come here a second." He added, motioning for me to go over to him.

"What's up?" I asked standing next to him as he opened the fridge only to from when it came up empty.

"I was gunna ask if you wanted anything but I gotta go to the store." He groaned rubbing a hand over his tanned head.

"I can take a walk to that cafe down the street, mama coco's is it?" I asked recalling seeing the small cafe a few times since I'd been back in town.

"Nah." He muttered shaking his head, closing the fridge and heading back into the living room. "Johnny, go down to mamma coco's and grab me a coffee and one of those roll things I like." He told him before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a twenty and throwing it onto the Santos lap.

"Do you normally sleep with cash on you?" I asked amused knowing that he had slept in those very shorts. "My bad." I giggled as he turned to look at me with an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk playing on his lips.

"Nah, the girl just offered man." Johnny shrugged as he picked up the cash and held it out for me to take.

"I don't care." Oscar muttered as he pushed his outstretched hand away. "What do you want?" He asked looking over his shoulder at me.

"I'll have a tea with two sugars please." I smiled at him. "Oh! And a blueberry muffin!" I added excitedly, smirking when Johnny rolled his eyes.

I laughed as Johnny stood up with a huff before making his way out of the house, with one last laugh I made my way back to Oscars room to put on my clothes from yesterday since the rest of my stuff was back at Ruby's.

"Weren't you wearing that yesterday?" Monse's voice made me jump as I made my way back into the living room that was now occupied by Oscar, Sad eyes and the core 4, plus Olivia. The core 4 was dotted around the room, Sad eyes was laid back on the recliner in the corner while Oscar and Olivia was on the couch, their thighs brushing slightly, a wave of jealousy washing over me before I shook it off, he wasn't mine, I had no right to be jealous over silly little things like that.

"Uh yeah, I haven't been back to Ruby's because, well, ya know." I shrugged slightyl before turning to the blonde girl. "You must be Olivia." I smiled over at the young girl, I'd never met her before, or even heard of her before mum and Geny told me about he staying.

"That's me." She smiled. "You're Lia right?" She said, crossing one leg over the other subconsciously pushing hers and Oscars legs closer together.

"And my date to the dance on Friday." Cesar grinned as he came over to where I was stood and out his arm over my shoulders.

"Strictly friends only, got it." I raised my eyebrows as I looked to him, making him chuckle and nod in agreement.

"Since when are you taking her?" Monse asked confused, ignoring the looks that the rest of the crew was giving her instead opting to keep her attention on me and Cesar.

"Since last night when she told me that she'd never been to her own school dances." He shrugged casually, to him it was no big deal but I could see I'm Monse's eyes that she was hurting.

"You know I don't have to go, not if you two were planning on going together." I said quickly, not looking to be in the middle of a teenage love triangle or whatever this shit was.

"Nah, we're just friends, right monse?" Cesar shrugged as he pulled me close to his side, Monse not missing the gesture.

"Right." She mumbled looking at the ground just as Johnny stormed in and threw a paper bag down onto the ktichen counter before putting the drinks down considerably gentler.

"Oh food!" I grinned as I pulled away from Cesar's hold, jumping up on the counter and opening up the bag, immediately pulling out my blueberry muffin and digging in, sending a muffin filled smile in Johnny's direction. "Gracias." I smirked as he shook his head and leant against the wall.

"Aye where's mine foo'?" Oscar piped up, leaning forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees as he watched me finish my muffin, throwing the wrapper to the side before taking a sip of my tea.

"I'm the bag." I shrugged with a smirk, watching as his eyes lit up with amusement while Ruby and Jamal watched with horror on their faces.

"Is that right?" He asked smirking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"That's right." I nodded as I blew into the lid of my tea before taking another sip.

"You not gunna bring it here?" He asked tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy.

"I'm sorry, remind me how much you're paying me to be your waitress again?" I asked sarcastically, laughing as Ruby and Jamal's eyes widened that little bit more.

"I'll get it for you Mr Spooky Sir." Jamal said quickly getting up from his seat and rushing towards the bag only for me to grab the bad and hold it behind my back.

"Nu-Uh." I muttered shaking my head with a chuckle. "I'm gunna need the owner of the bag to come and collect it thank you." I smirked looking from Jamal to Oscar who was watching me with an amused smile on his face before he pushed himself to his feet and walked over.

"I'm right here." He smirked making Jamal jump as he appeared behind him. "Can I get my food now?" He asked as Jamal scurried back to his spot making me laugh.

"Of course." I grinned handing the bag over. "What do I get for keeping it safe for you?" I asked quietly, knowing that the other people in the room were watching the interaction.

"I could think of something." He muttered, a smirk on his face as he stepped closer.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked back as he took another step so that we were basically chest to chest only having to look up at him slightly from where I was sitting on the counter.

"Yeah." He mumbled before taking my head in his hands and bringing his lips down on mine in a slow but butterfly filled kiss.

The joint "Oh my god." From Ruby and Jamal making us pull apart slowly with small smiles on both our faces.

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Tech Savvy

Pairing: Tech x female reader Summary:  You’re an ex-imperial who has a crush on Tech. He’s awkward about it. Until he’s not. Rating: Explicit (18+, minors DNI) Warnings/tags: crack treated seriously, smut, unprotected PIV, awkward flirting, oral sex, first kisses, accidental exhibitionism, lots of bad jokes, slight angst Word count: 5.4K Notes: It’s smutty crack treated seriously, guys. Read on AO3.

The planet you land on isn’t anything special. It’s a humid swamp world in the Outer Rim that offers enough seclusion for even the Empire’s Most Wanted to pass by unnoticed.

You, being the kind and selfless individual you are, decide to help with repairs while Clone Force 99 are on a supply run. It’s the first time the ship has made planet fall in weeks and everyone is a bit stir-crazy, jumping at the chance to stretch their legs. Prolonged time spent in hyperspace has that effect.

Before he left, you told Hunter that your status as an ex-Imperial put an unnecessary target on their back. You’re still wearing your Imperial uniform, after all, and you know for a fact that the Empire is not exactly merciful to deserters. Especially deserters that committed high treason. Like aiding Clone Force 99’s escape from an Imperial prison.

You definitely didn’t just jump at the chance to stay behind because Tech opted to. That would be ridiculous.

You feel your face heat at the thought.

(What? His goggles are cute.)

The truth is, there’s been something – a tension, as it were – between the two of you since you arrived on board. You know it, he knows it. You’ve been orbiting around each other for some weeks now, and this is the first time you’ve been alone –

“Can you spare a minute?” Tech calls out, pulling you away from your thoughts. You swivel in your chair and shift your attention to him, a bit surprised.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t realise I was on board,” you reply as you make your way to the cockpit where Tech is currently fiddling with some wires.

“You’re...very hard to miss,” Tech replies and your heart skips a beat. “The ship is far too small to miss another sentient being’s presence.”

“Right,” you mutter while taking a seat, trying not to sound too deflated. So maybe he didn’t feel that tension. “What do you need help with?”

“I am taking this opportunity to rewrite the ship’s central comm unit to be more covert when passing through areas with increased Imperial traffic. If I can update the ship’s communication infrastructure to resemble that of a first generation Imperial craft, then we will considerably reduce our chances of being identified. Which is why I am particularly glad you stayed behind today. Considering your, er, history.” He fiddles with a mess of wires in front of him, not once looking up.

“And here I was thinking you wanted me around because you enjoyed my company,” you playfully jab.

“There’s that, too,” Tech replies. “Though it would be advantageous if you could list all of the Imperial access codes you can remember. The computer and I can do some pattern recognition to better–,” he cut himself off and anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “Apologies, you don’t need a long-winded explanation. If you’re happy to share, you can do so whenever you’re ready.”

You consider protesting and telling him that you find his rambling cute, but you decide not to dwell on it for his sake. You list the codes you remember from the Academy. You keep talking, relaying any tangential intel relating to access codes. If it’s irrelevant, Tech doesn’t stop you.

He is silent for a few moments analysing the data you’ve given him. You watch him closely, admiring the way his brow furrows and his lips purse while he’s concentrating.

“You trust me then?” you venture to say. You play with your hands in your lap. “Even though I was with the Empire?”

“You’re helping us now,” Tech replies, as if it’s obvious. He is still inputting data into the datapad he is holding when he continues, “You trust us, it would seem. And we were soldiers programmed upon our creation to destroy the Republic.”

You fumble over your next words.

“That’s – it’s entirely different.”

“And from my perspective, all that matters is where you are now,” he states with finality.

“Well,” you say shyly, “I like where I am.”

Tech smirks despite himself, briefly glancing up at you from his datapad.

You hold his gaze for a moment, before settling into a comfortable silence. You sit in next to him for several minutes, revelling in his closeness like a brezak basking under the Zygerrian sun. It’s only when you notice yourself blushing like a teenager that you decide to make yourself useful and actually help with repairs like you promised.

++++++++++++++++++++

“Would you mind holding this wire out of the way for me while I solder the capacitors for the localised memory bank?” Tech calls, breaking your concentration. The illumination device you were repairing could wait.

You have no idea what Tech means, if his string of words means anything, and you survey his makeshift workbench for a hint. Several panels are detached, limply dangling from a few brightly coloured wires. Tech is focusing his attention on a large panel that is plugged into a cylindrical storage device.

“Maker, that’s a big data stick,” you can’t help but mutter.

Tech makes an incoherent choking sound.

You do as requested and lean over his shoulder to take hold of the wire he specified between your thumb and forefinger. The fabric of your sleeves brushes against his shoulder armour and it feels as though there is a static shift in the air, like the air around you is alive and humming.

And Tech gulps with the contact. He types a few sets of numbers into his datapad with excess force, seriously testing the build quality of the device. His posture is especially rigid as focuses on testing the wires currently in his lap.

Your pulse is racing. It’s as if each second that passes without a confession threatens to rip apart the very fabric of reality.

“Tech?” He has to feel this too, right? “Why...why did you stay behind today?” you ask, careful to keep your voice even. You need him to say it, admit that he feels it, too. You’re desperate for it.

“You can let go now,” he replied, pointedly ignoring your question.

You let go of the wire, but make no move to step away from him. You’re acutely aware of yourself right now and suddenly self-conscious: about the deep shade of crimson enveloping your face, the way you’re breathing, the clamminess you can feel on your palms. You hope you smell alright and silently pray that any traces of caf on your breath are long gone.

Several seconds pass before Tech looks up, over his shoulder at you. His face briefly flickers with concern.

“Your flushed features and increased heart rate indicates that you are nervous,” he remarks.

Maker, is it that obvious, you cringe.

Your mouth is dry and you contemplate making an excuse, but your brain does not want to cooperate.

“Sometimes I –,” you begin. Void, here I go. “Sometimes I get nervous around you,” you admit, attempting to make your confession sound as casual as possible. You bite your bottom lip in a way that you hope will be interpreted as sensual, or, at the very least, cute.

And Tech? Tech is flustered. Like visibly shaken, blushing furiously, two-steps-away-from-hyperventilating, kind of flustered.

“Please do not be nervous,” he responds tightly. Each word is taking considerable effort to be spoken. “I already told you: we trust you. I am not a threat to you.”

The poor guy. There’s no way he can really be misinterpreting that –.

“No, no, it’s a good kind of nervous,” you attempt to clarify.

“Nervousness is not conducive to high quality work,” Tech chokes out.

“No, I mean like giddy. I feel giddy around you.”

Come on, Tech.

“Would you like a chair–.”

“Stars, Tech, I like you!”

Tech...errors. He attempts to start several sentences with no success before mumbling an excuse that he has to go, “fix the reverse polarity capacitive inductor,” which, to your knowledge, is definitely not a real thing.

So maybe that could have gone better. All things considered, he did seem affected by your admission. On the other hand, he also left the room entirely.

Your face burns with embarrassment and, hey, maybe this backwater planet could make a decent home. Maybe the swamp water would be safe for consumption and you could spend the rest of your days foraging for swamp... berries. Sure, it might be a little uncomfortable, but no less uncomfortable than staying here for one more second.

And this is why you don’t admit your feelings to anyone. Ever.

Ugh. You were so confident, too. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to transport to another star system.

The door to the ‘fresher shuts, followed by a slight scuffle of feet, and a thunk that sounds decidedly like a head hitting the door.

You briefly consider leaving the ship to attempt to meet up with the rest of the Bad Batch. It’s been far too long since you’ve breathed fresh, clean, air and you feel a second wave of self-pity wash over you as you contemplate the thought of breathing in the smell of Wrecker’s feet for several more weeks in the Marauder’s circulated air. They hadn’t been gone longer than a standard hour and there was a clear path to get into town. You could still salvage the day, you could still stretch your legs–

‘Oh you want to know why I suddenly decided to join you, Hunter, after promising I’d help fix the ship? Funny story, I was trying to seduce your brother and he rejected me!’

You physically cringe at that. On second thought, maybe just pretending this didn’t happen would be the easier option. Lesser of two evils and all that.

Well, you’ve endured worse situations than this. Swamp berries, if they exist, probably won’t offer enough sustenance anyway, you conclude. You turn your attention to fixing several access panels that require little to no attention.

++++++++++++++++++++

It takes a long while for Tech to exit the ‘fresher. The door opens with a hiss and you stiffen, not looking up until he briskly walks past you and resumes his makeshift work station in the cockpit. Once he is seated and his back is facing you and you can hear the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his datapad, you allow your entire body to relax.

You look back down to your newest project: fixing the swivel action on a chair. You’re not entirely sure if the chair needed to swivel, or whether it was supposed to, but it does now. At least Omega would have fun with that.

“Can you spare another minute?” Tech says after a considerable stretch of silence.

His comment catches you off-guard. It’s fine, it’s fine, you are just going to pretend like nothing happened. You can just carry on helping with actual repairs like you promised.

“I’m coming,” you say, while putting your entire weight into tightening a screw.

Tech coughs slightly.

“The, uh, I need your help with the cum system. The comm system!” he stutters.

Your eyes widen and decide it’s best not to comment, furiously thinking about the fact that Tech rarely makes mistakes. You wipe your hands on your trousers and stride over to the cockpit where Tech is fiddling with some wires on his lap.

“Take these,” he says while coiling a piece of wire to make a conductor. He pushes right through the awkwardness and places a handful of resistors in your outstretched hand.

You stand there in silence for several moments before you drum your fingers on the back of his chair. He makes no move to immediately utilise the resistors, so you resign yourself to stand there and watch him work. (You suppress a sigh – you wish you weren’t attracted to him at this moment, but here you are, drawn in by his confidence and fixated on watching his nimble fingers work their magic.)

Normally, you’d have already lost your patience. But not now, not when you are trying to decipher just what exactly Tech was trying to accomplish by calling you over and ignoring you. And that’s when you realise that Tech either forgot you were there or forgot to give you whichever menial task he originally intended.

But there’s absolutely no chance that Tech makes two mistakes within the same standard year, never mind two mistakes within the same afternoon.

You start to wonder if he even has any use for the resistors. Your knowledge of technology is limited, but you really don’t see how they’d be useful with his current task. Maybe this is Tech’s uncharacteristically inefficient way to try to initiate conversation. You really hope you’re not completely misreading the situation, but it’s not like you have any pride left to lose.

“Why did you stay behind today, Tech?” you ask quietly, voice tinged with apprehension and perhaps an unmistakable eagerness. You phrase it more like a statement than a question this time.

He continues to fidget, his leg bouncing anxiously as he works.

“I did some research,” he blurts. “Regarding intimacy between human males and human females.”

Huh.

“I read the specifics on how to kiss,” he continues, “but I fear that I am a bit out of my depth as to how I am supposed to initiate it.” He is still fussing with the wires in his lap, not quite able to look up at you.

“You...want to kiss?” you surmise, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. “Me?”

“Very much so.”

A grin breaks across your face and the sharp sting of Tech’s previous rejection immediately melts away. You deposit the handful of resistors in a tray containing various tools Tech had been using throughout the day before taking a tentative step forward from behind the chair. He cranes his neck to look at you, an unfamiliar expression that you’re not quite able to decipher written across his face.

You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, and sliding your hand down to his chin to guide it upwards as you bend down to bring your lips to his. The kiss is chaste, at first, but Tech proves himself a quick study as slightly parts his lips to deepen the kiss. His goggles nudge against your face and you’re pretty sure you’re leaving a greasy cheek print on one of them.

You pull away to gauge his reaction.

“Was that... satisfactory?” he asks, seemingly dazed. His eyes are hooded and still focused on your lips.

“It was perfect.” You offer a small smile.

He removes the goggles to clean one side of them with a nearby cloth. So you were leaving a cheek print. Once his goggles are back in place, he’s looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real, his golden brown eyes blinking owlishly at you.

“I apologise for leaving you earlier. I did not anticipate you returning my affections – it did not seem probable. And I was, regrettably, not prepared,” he mumbles.

“Probable?” It’s your turn to malfunction. You want to usher a thousand reassurances at once.

“Well, no.” Tech shifts his weight uncomfortably, not quite able to meet your eyes. “Hunter or Crosshair usually are the ones who capture the affections of –,”

“I like your goggles,” you interrupt in a rush before you surge forward to press your lips against his, hoping to convey just how much you return his affections. It’s a messy, urgent kiss that Tech returns with equal fervour. His fingers find their way into your hair, pulling you closer.

When you finally break the kiss, you straighten your back and take both of his hands in yours and take small, hesitant steps backwards, encouraging Tech to stand. As he does, the project he is working on slides off of his lap and clatters to the floor. He pays it no attention as he closes the distance between you, his eyes darkened with lust. He kisses you with renewed purpose as his hands wrap around your waist, roaming across your body, before they settle firmly on your ass.

Your hips grind into his codpiece and Tech lets out a low groan that goes straight to your core. He moves to kiss the curve of your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and making you squirm. The dampness between your legs becomes apparent and you press yourself closer to him, desperate for friction where you need it the most. As if he can read your mind, he trails a hand from your ass and places it between your legs, grazing over your clit before cupping your cunt. You involuntarily rock into his hand and moan into his mouth, hardly recognising the sounds you’re making.

Tech’s hand abruptly stills as he draws back to meet your eyes. His expression mirrors yours: searching wide eyes filled with longing, a silent acknowledgement passes between you as you reach the point of no return.

And in that moment you are struck with the urge to want nothing more than his cock in your mouth.

“Can I?” you blurt, glancing downward, hoping he is able to intuit exactly what you are suggesting in that moment.

“You may.” You allow the grammatical correction to slip by. “But I’ve never–,” he begins.

You don’t break eye contact and you begin to drop to your knees. He’s looking at you with his eyes wide, mouth slack. Tech’s bulged codpiece is mere inches from your face, and it’s in that moment that you realise that you have no idea how to undress this man.

And this, this is when you start to worry.

Does it have a latch? Does it even come off?

Your eyes dart from left to right looking for some sort of hint as to how it could be removed. You’re half tempted to just plant a smooch on the armour or the kiss inside of his thigh and pretend that all of this was intentional.

“I can get that,” Tech helpfully chimes in, blessedly oblivious to your internal struggle. He removes the pelvic plate with ease and, to your relief, you can see the shape of his erection straining under a layer of thick black fabric. Black fabric that conforms to his body shape exceedingly well. You reach out to feel his length, gently cupping his balls through the fabric before applying more pressure as you palm his shaft. He soft groan escapes his lips.

It catches you a little off guard, actually, to see him so hard. Knowing he’s been hard underneath his armour this entire time. Wondering when else he’s been hard and you had been none the wiser.

His cock has an attractive silhouette – it’s thicker than you expected and you can feel the patch of pre-cum that dampens the black fabric near his tip. You reach for his waistband and pull it down before slowly wrapping a hand around his shaft. He hisses with the contact and brings a white-knuckled fist to his lips.

You peer up at him through your lashes and you lick your lips, preparing to tease him a bit before taking him as deep as you can manage.

And that’s when something inside Tech snaps.

He looks down at you with wild eyes and places his hand on the back of your head to guide your mouth to his cock, apparently unable to continue the role of a passive observer for any longer. Clearly intent at putting his newfound research to good use. You lick a wet stripe from the base to the tip, before taking him in your mouth, the pre-cum tangy on your tongue. His grip tightens on your hair the same time he tilts his hips forward to push his cock further and you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard enough to make Tech groan and his knees buckle. He braces himself against the back of the pilot’s chair, captivated at the sight your mouth stretched around his length.

You begin to bob your head in a steady rhythm, taking him as deep as you’re able. You drag your tongue and press it flush on the underside of his cock, looking up at Tech with wide doe eyes, batting your eyelashes prettily as he struggles to maintain composure. You continue your pace until sweat starts to bead at his temple and his breathing becomes less controlled.

Patience isn’t your strong point and you’re too pent up not to touch yourself. You bring your free hand down your trousers, between your thighs, running your fingers through your wet folds and hum at the sensation. Tech’s hips stutter with the vibrations and his face contorts in what looks like a pained grimace. He takes a miniature step back and your lips leave his cock with a pop. He’s breathing heavily now and his weeping cock is painfully hard, his balls tight.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth, mesh’la,” he pants, voice low.

You nod dumbly, currently unable to form a coherent thought or tear your eyes away from his erect length, only inches away from your face.

Tech takes hold of both of your forearms, helping you get to your feet, before wrapping his hands around your thighs, picking you up with surprising ease. You lock your thighs around his torso as he strides over to press you against one of the auxiliary control panels adjacent to the co-pilot’s chair in the cockpit. The incline on the panel is steep and the pressure of his hips against yours is the only thing keeping you from sliding down.

“Let me taste you,” Tech groans against your ear.

You let out a frustrated whine and desperately move to unclasp your trousers as Tech works to open your shirt. You shudder once the cool air hits your sweat-dampened skin and Tech messily palms your exposed breast while nipping at your neck. He helps you shimmy out of your clothing while holding you in firmly place before discarding them on the floor of he Marauder.

And this is how you find yourself spread eagle on the Marauder's control panel in possibly the most undignified position you’ve ever been in.

He goes to remove his goggles and you stop him.

“If they’re not uncomfortable for you, I’d like for you to leave them on.” He quirks a brow at you, quizzical. “What? I told you that they’re cute.”

His face evolves from sceptical to bashful in a few moments.

“Very well, then. I can leave them on.”

Tech moves his hands under your thighs as he lowers himself, draping your legs across each of his shoulders with surprising gentleness for a man who looks like he is ready to devour you. Once he’s on his knees and comfortably supporting your weight, keeping you pressed against the console, he places an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“A-are you okay with this?” you manage to stutter out. It’s not like you haven’t pictured his head between your thighs before, but something about his head actually being between your thighs fills you with a nervousness you hadn’t anticipated.

He mumbles his assurances against your clit. He begins with slow, languid licks and you suck in a sharp breath as you feel yourself craving more and have to stop yourself from violently bucking your hips up.

Okay, so he’s actually really good at this. You know you really shouldn’t be that surprised, Tech is nothing if not thorough with his research and it’s, er, practical applications. Any thoughts of humour at Tech’s expense are, however, ripped from your mind when he sinks a single finger inside your cunt. His finger curls with a precision that only Tech could manage and you moan in encouragement as he pumps it in and out.

You squirm when he hits the spot that makes you want to beg for more and you feel your bare ass hit a button on the console. The next thing you hear is a soft swish swish sound of the Marauder's screen wipers that you inadvertently turned on. Mercifully, it doesn’t break Tech’s concentration and his hands continue to grip your hips, holding your cunt to his face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you chant. You writhe again and another button sounds its activation. Nothing immediately makes itself known. You hope it’s not something like a proton torpedo firing into the swampy area the Marauder landed in. Not because there’s anything nearby, but because you’ll die if Tech stops here.

He moans into your core as he brings a hand down to grip his leaking cock, desperate for some friction.

“Kriff,” you grunt at the sight of him fucking his fist, only to hear Tech utter the same exclamation at the same time.

“Is there an echo in here or something?” You smile at him, offering a half-laugh before your face contorts with pleasure once again and you hiss through your teeth.

“Yes?” a new, tinny voice chimes in on the overhead speaker system. “This is Echo... You’ve, uh, turned on the short range comm system.”

You knew Tech was a good soldier, but the reflexes in which he slammed the short range comm transmitter with his free hand surprised you. He didn’t move himself from between your thighs and skilfully cut off the transmission while continuing to work your clit with his tongue and your cunt with his finger.

Before you could die from embarrassment and wonder just how much Echo and the rest of the Batch heard, Tech adds another finger and your entire body jerks and tenses.

“I’ve – ah, right there – Maker, that feels good. I’ve never been with anyone who is patient enough to let me come,” you manage to say through gritted teeth.

“My research indicated that it can take around 20 standard minutes for women to orgasm if properly relaxed, why would others stop prematurely?” Tech replies, only briefly removing his mouth from your cunt to reply.

“Selfishness?” you guess.

Tech seemed to take your admission (and ability to form sentences) personally, clearly intent on rendering you incapacitated. He returns to his attention to your clit and maintains his rhythm, teasing a third finger near your entrance. You whine at the sensation and move to hold Tech’s head in place, because if he stops now, there’s no way you’ll ever forgive him. The pressure that’s been mounting in your core finally, finally peaks and your entire body tenses as you surrender to your climax.

“Tech,” you whine, unable to formulate thoughts, let alone words.

He assures you with a soft groan and tightens his grip on your hip. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he guides you through your climax.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’ve spent a year in bacta. You can’t move. Honestly, your bones are like Andorian jelly. The feeling is only temporary, however, as you’re overcome with the desire – no, need – to be filled.

“In me,” you urge. “Now.”

He adjusts his goggles and looks at you, spread out, completely ready for him.

“Lie back then.”

Tech settles between your thighs and nudges his cock head against your entrance. He takes a breath to steady himself, rubbing his length through your folds, covering it in your arousal.

“So wet and ready for me, mesh’la.”

Your hands wildly grasp at his chest plate, fingernails scratching along the plastoid, desperate to hold onto anything to anchor you. You meet his mouth with a graceless kiss, before he finally sinks into you.

“You’re tight,” he grits out.

He waits a few moments letting you adjust to his size before he begins to move. He restrains himself, slowly rolling his hips as your cunt stretches around his length.

“More,” you plead, breathlessly. “Please.”

Your encouragement is all he needs before he snaps his hips against yours, setting an unrelenting rhythm. He rocks into you harder with each thrust of his hips, his plastoid leg places slapping your skin.

“You feel so good, cyar'ika,” he pants. You surge upwards to greet his lips with a messy kiss, which only spurs him on to fuck you faster. “You’re, ah, taking me so well.”

“Fuck –,” you whine.

His grip tightens and his whole body starts to tense – he’s dangerously close to coming undone. And that’s when you notice his pace start to slow, his movements clearly distracted.

“Tech?” you mumble. You focus your eyes on his face and he looks dazed, you can practically hear him thinking. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t give you any time to panic.

“Elevate your hips by seven to ten degrees,” he states through heavy breaths.

“What?” Definitely not what you were expecting him to say.

Tech seems unfazed by your apparent annoyance. He wordlessly repositions himself, grabbing both of your hips and raising them slightly, holding your body up so it’s just the sharp incline of the console and Tech’s hands keeping you in place.

He began thrusting in earnest again, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure. And, Maker, he was right. The new angle hits a spot that makes your toes curl and you lose the ability to speak almost instantly and mewl helplessly as Tech fucks into you.

You made an undignified noise as you gripped his bicep, desperate to hold onto something, feeling the pressure mount in your core. With Tech’s hands busy holding you in place as he maintains a brutal pace, you bring a hand down to your clit, still wet with spit and your own essence. You barely have to touch yourself before you feel your body screaming for release.

“’M coming,” is all the warning you are able to give him before your cunt spasms around his twitching cock as your vision whites out. Tech grunts at the sensation, unable to hold his own climax off any longer.

“Where do you want me to –,” he grates out.

“Anywhere,” you cut him off, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Just want to feel you.”

“Fuck, mesh’la, I’m going to come,” Tech groans, desperately chasing his release with harsh thrusts. His hips forcefully buck into you before his cock stiffens and he spills himself inside of you. He buries his face in your neck, slowly pumping you full of his cum, before he slumps against you. “Bid jate par me,” he mumbles into your neck, barely audible. “Gotal par me.”

You don’t know Mando’a, but whatever he is saying, the way he is saying it, sends a pleasant chill over your body.

You’re both still breathing heavily when Tech gingerly places you back down with a surprising gentleness for someone who had just been fucking you within an inch of your life. He’s in no rush to remove himself from you, but when his softened cock does slip out and his cum leaks out of you and onto the console, he helps you slide down. When your feet touch the floor, your legs wobble slightly and Tech has to grasp your forearms to steady you, softly chuckling at the state you’re in.

And when you look at him, he looks positively debauched. Sated, but debauched. You probably look worse.

In one swift motion he bends down, brings an arm down under your knees, and lifts you up. You wrap your arms around your neck while he carries you to his bunk. His cool armour against your overheated skin is a welcome sensation and you press yourself closer.

“Your research paid off,” you mumble into his chest as he sets you down on his bed.

“Please do not act so surprised by that.”

++++++++++++++++++++

You and Tech aren’t quite finished with the repairs by the time the Batch return hours later, long after the moons have risen and the bioluminescent plants surrounding the ship have begun to glow. If the squad notice you’re sitting a bit too close to Tech, your thigh pressing comfortably against his, they don’t say anything.

Neither of you were expecting to defile the Marauder all day and Tech was frantically fixing the lever on a storage hatch access panel, attempting to make up for lost time.

“Wrecker!” Echo shouts. “Clean up after yourself, for kriff’s sake.”

“Why?” Wrecker drawls, stomping towards the cockpit. “What did I do this time?”

“You’ve spilled your juice on the console again, all the keys are stuck in place.”

The access lever snaps clean off in Tech’s hands.

#tech x reader #tech x you #tbb x reader #tbb tech x reader #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch x you #the bad batch #tech fanfic #the bad batch fanfic #the bad batch reader insert #bad batch reader insert #bad batch tech x reader #bad batch tech x you #tech smut #the bad batch smut #my writing #cody writes

[daddyjackfrost]

hii! from your prompt list can i request 16 with sakusa?

hi!! yes ofc! y’all do be requesting a lot of angst tho. don’t hate me when your heart hurts😛🥰

prompt 16: “we’re not together.”

sakusa x f!reader

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort (post -timeskip)

Dating a high end volleyball player was hard.

No one told you of the sacrifices you would make and the turbulence of emotions you would feel. Still, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

You hadn’t been with Sakusa long. You had known him for a few years but you two were just mutual friends. It was only when you moved to his town did you and Sakusa start getting close.

Your relationship was relatively new.

Sakusa had officially asked you on a date two months ago, and you two became official a week later. Although your status had changed, things with Sakusa were calm and hadn’t really changed.

There was a solid base of trust and respect that held your relationship together, and you knew that you and Sakusa were meant to be.

You were confident in your relationship. And you knew that Sakusa was a relatively private person, so when he asked to keep the relationship on the low until he was comfortable, you immediately agreed. You didn’t need the world to know you were dating him. You knew, and that was enough.

However, it did hurt when you couldn’t go to games with him, or leave with him. Due to his own, and his teams fan base, Sakusa was always surrounded, and he knew that if you were seen with him, the questions and press would be endless.

You understood where he was coming from, and respect his decision. But you told him that you wanted to at least where his jersey, which he reluctantly agreed too.

So, here you were. Sitting in your boyfriend’s jersey in the middle of the bleachers as fans cheered their loudest.

This game had been particularly long. Both teams unwilling to lose. You glanced down at your watch and frowned. You had taken the bus to get here and the last bus left ten minutes ago. You shrugged, I’ll tell Omi to take me.

One hour and a mere three points later, MBSY Black Jackals were celebrating their hard earned win. You smiled brightly, cheering with the crowd.

People rushed down the the floor, trying to get close to the players. You stayed back, letting the fans have their fill of sweat and one-sided adoration.

After the coach yelled for the gym to clear out, and once it did, you waited for Sakusa to take a shower. You smiled at Bokuto and Hinata, who both grinned at you, waving.

You felt eyes on your back but you shook them off. You needed to talk to Sakusa and tell him you needed a ride home, or to his place.

After about twenty minutes, Sakusa exited the locker room. He wore black sweatpants and a MBSY hoodie. His hair was went and his curls were on full display.

You stared at him with a slightly gape smile. Sakusa was the most beautiful man you had ever had the pleasure of seeing, and he was all yours.

You smiled at him when you caught his eye. “Omi, you did so well!”

Sakusa smiled at you, his eyes crinkling. It was a rare sight, but with you smiling at him and praising him, Sakusa couldn’t help it. He walked towards you, but you could see his eyes darting behind you and around you.

He was scared someone would see.

Sakusa and you walked out of the gym, hand in hand. It had been almost an hour since the game ended, and as you both walked and engaged in small talk, the idea of people still being around was not on your mind.

“Hey, Omi,” Sakusa turned his head slightly to look at you, “can I ride with you? The bus isn’t coming at this hour.”

Sakusa nodded, squeezing your hand. “Of course.”

He hated seeing you get on the bus after games when he would much rather have you seated beside him, but he wasn’t ready for the questions or the media that would come with a public relationship. Sakusa hated attention, and he knew that he had dedicated fans. The last thing he wanted was to make himself or you uncomfortable.

When the automatic doors opened, Sakusa immediately dropped your hand.

People hadn’t left. Fans surrounded the doors and your eyes widened. Curious and heated eyes eyed you and Sakusa, and your now unlinked hands.

Sakusa took a step away from you and your heart twisted. With his mask covering most of his face, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling or thinking.

Questions came blaring at Sakusa about you.

“Are you guys dating?”

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“You’re dating that?”

“Are you guys together?”

You licked your lips at the looks you received. Some were filled with disgust, others with hatred. You now realized why Sakusa had wanted to keep your relationship private, but there was no point in hiding it now.

They had seen you holding hands, and you were waiting for Sakusa to say something.

And he did.

Just not what you were expecting.

“No, we’re not together.”

Your heart dropped into to your stomach and you slowly turned to face him. With wide eyes and a frown, you stared at Sakusa’s blank eyes.

Yes, you hadn’t been together long, but for him to blatantly disregard your relationship made you feel like he was embarrassed of you.

And maybe he was.

Fans turned their heads to look at you for your reaction. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried your best to smile. You understood where Sakusa was coming from, but he has no right to embarrass you or ignore your relationship.

You were worth more than that.

You pulled your sweater tighter around you. “Yes,” you said. You looked at Sakusa in the eyes and then said, “We’re not together.”

You pushed past the crowd and began walking down the street. You could hear the crowd firing questions at Sakusa but their voices fell flat on your ears. It wasn’t fair to Sakusa pick and choose when he wanted to ‘be’ in a relationship. Instead of flat out saying that you weren’t together, he could have chosen not to answered.

You scoffed, tired of his games. Now you were waking alone at night, all because Sakusa was too afraid to deal with the outcome of a public relationship.

The air was chilling and you were afraid. Walking home in the dark was dangerous, and you knew that. But there was no other way to get home.

Or so you thought.

A silver car pulled up beside you and you almost started crying until you saw a familiar silver-haired man poke his head out. Bokuto stared at you with disbelief. “Y/n? What are you doing walking at this house?”

You blinked a few times before chuckling. Of course Bokuto would be your knight in shining armour.

You shrugged, spreading your arms. “Just walking home after my boyfriend told everyone we’re not together.”

Bokuto frowned. He parked the car and nodded at you. “Come, I’ll give you a lift home.”

You smiled at Bokuto and nodded, walking to the passenger side and slipping in. You sighed in content. His car was warm.

“Bo, you played really well today.” Bokuto grinned at you, drumming his hands on the steering wheel.

“Thanks, y/n! Did you see my receive at the end? Wasn’t it amazing?”

You laughed, telling him it was. Sitting with Bokuto and talking like friends took your mind off Sakusa, who was sitting in his own car, frowning.

When you got home, you thanked and said goodbye to Bokuto, immediately making your way to your bed. Your phone rang and you ignored it, knowing who it was.

You slipped under your covers and shut your eyes, too tired to change or do anything. Your heart still hurt from Sakusa’s words and you told yourself you’d shower and change your bed sheets when you wake up.

Three hours later, your eyes fluttered open at the sound of your doorbell and loud knocking.

You groaned and got out of bed, fixing your shirt. You opened the door as you yawned, and your eyes fell on Sakusa. He stood rigidly outside your door. His eyes wide with concern and his fist raised to knock.

You blinked a few times before shutting the door on his face.

“Y/n!” Sakusa quietly shouted. “Open the door.”

You shook your head, and then realized he couldn’t see you. “No. Go away, Kiyoomi. I’m tired.”

Sakusa sighed, slightly leaning against your door. When he drove down the street you had walked on, only to find you gone, he panicked. He had driven down the road twice and around the block to look for you but he couldn’t find you. Sakusa had never felt so guilty in his life.

When he tried calling you, he got no answer. It wasn’t until Bokuto had texted him that he accidentally had his knee pads and had dropped you off that his heart had settled a little.

The knowledge of you being in a car alone with Bokuto made Sakusa slightly angry. But then he realized you wouldn’t have been with him if he hadn’t been such a coward and a terrible boyfriend.

“Please, y/n,” you heard Sakusa’s strained voice come through the door. “I need to see you.”

You sighed and opened the door, walking to your sofa so Sakusa could let himself in. You sat crossed legged on the sofa, hugging a pillow.

Sakusa silently walked in, gently shutting the door behind him. You stared at him through tired and slightly annoyed eyes.

Sakusa walked up to you, scratching the back of his neck. You gently shut your eyes, tired.

“I tried calling you.”

You scoffed, opening your right eye to stare at Sakusa’s awkward stance.

“Congratulations.”

Sakusa let out a sigh, and then awkwardly shuffled towards the couch, sitting beside you, but not close to you.

“I’m sorry, y/n. I shouldn’t have said that we weren’t together.”

You sighed, opening up both your eyes and laying the pillow on your lap. You turned your head to face Sakusa and your eyes slightly widened. Sakusa was slightly hunched, and his lips were pulled into a frown, his eyes a cloud of emotions you couldn’t decipher.

“What would you have said, Kiyoomi?”

Sakusa turned his head, meeting your eyes. “What do you mean?”

You cleared your throat. “You said you shouldn’t have said we weren’t together. What would you have said instead, then?”

Sakusa was silent. He knew that you were tired of him brushing you off when it came to your relationship in public and he felt terrible. But Sakusa wasn’t ready for the media and attention he knew that he would get.

“I... don’t—”

You sat up straighter, cutting Sakusa off.

“Kiyoomi, I know that you’re not comfortable with a public relationship, and I totally understand that, but you completely shut us down tonight. I had to walk home alone, and who knows what would have happened if Bokuto hadn’t come.”

Sakusa’s frowned deepened.

“I just... I don’t know. I guess I want to be treated like your equal and not someone you can just brush off when it’s convenient for you.”

Sakusa’s eyes widened and he sharply turned his head to face you. “You are my equal, y/n.”

You let out a small laugh. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

Silence washed over you both, and you stared at your feet. You were in stalemate. You couldn’t tell Sakusa that you wanted him to reveal your relationship. You would never do that. But you didn’t want him to completely shut you down in public either.

Sakusa cleared his throat, and when you lifted your head, your eyes slightly widened. He was much closer than he was before.

With a hesitant pause, Sakusa gently put his thin pale hand on your knee. You watched through careful eyes.

Sakusa rarely ever ignited touch with you.

“I’m genuinely really sorry, y/n. I was only thinking for myself, only considering how I would feel.”

You slightly nodded, confirming his words.

“Come with me to the game tomorrow.”

You lifted your eyes to meet his, surprised with his words. When you really looked at him, past the gentleness in his eyes, you saw promise.

There was no sign of nervousness. No indication of uncomfortableness.

“I am coming to the game tomorrow.”

Sakusa shook his head, gently rubbing your clothed knee unconsciously. “No, I mean,” Sakusa licked his lips, suddenly self-conscious. “Come with me tomorrow.”

You raised an eyebrow. Confused at what he was insinuating.

“As my girlfriend.”

You stared at Sakusa, waiting for him to take back his words.

“Kiyoomi... I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Sakusa shook his head, a small gentle smile on his lips. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You stared at him, a look of shock on your face.

Sakusa pulled back, his lips pulling into a slightly wider grin. Your own lips lifted into a smile and you both stared at each other with goofy smiles and gentle eyes filled future promises.

“If you ever embarrass me like that in public though,” you narrowed your eyes at him. “I’ll tell the world you only eat blue teddy bear gummies.”

“Consider me threatened.”

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[kiuda]

i’ve been listening to Partners in Crime by Set It Off a lot and all I can think about is c!Dream throwing himself in front of a sword/axe for c!Punz or the other way around and that’s how everyone figures out that they were working together the entire time—

(i refused to be alone with this angst)

Hey Anon? :D Anon? :D Do you want everyone to cry? :D

Because I want that as well <3

warnings: blood, death

/rp /dsmp

A happy ending was never the plan.

Punz should have realised that earlier. They should have realised that when Dream told them about the prison. Should have asked more questions. Should have objected, should have tried to suggest a different plan.

But he didn’t. Because they trusted Dream. He was the leader, the mastermind. His plans won them the first war. Why would Punz doubt him now?

Because he was different. They knew that of course. He saw the change in Dream. They saw how cautious and reserved he became. How he never stayed around for longer than plan making. How he didn’t sleep.

He saw the hurt Dream tried to hide. How he sent longing glances after George and Sapnap. How his hands trembled a bit when he was gathering resources for the vault and the prison. How his voice cracked when he told him about his plan. The finale.

And they still did nothing. Followed the man they trusted more than anyone else.

Because he had a plan.

He should have asked about the end result. Should have questioned how making himself the bad guy would help with the reunion of their big family. Should have asked ‘what about you, Dream?’.

And now here they are.

Dream is standing in front of the Community House. The new house. The old one long gone. (You helped blow it up.) He is hurt, one arm bleeding and his armour almost all gone, stumbling backward towards the doors of the building.

After him goes the SMP. Punz included. Because he can’t go against the plan now. Not when the final step is almost over. They just need to get to the portal. And then Dream will make the final piece move. ‘Just like we planned.’ Punz thinks, watching another arrow be shot at his friend with a barely contained wince.

Finally they get to the portal, running up the blackstone stairs. Punz sighs. Everything will change now.

But Dream stands in front of the portal, unarmed. The remains of his armour lie away from him and he is not running. Why isn’t he running? A bad feeling washes over Punz. Was he really going to-?

“Dream!” Sapnap is the first to get to the top. He approaches the escaped prisoner slowly, trying to find a trap. A back up plan. Anything. Because there needs to be something, right? Deep down Punz knows the truth already. There is no next step any more. There is no grand escape.

There is no happy ending. Not for Dream.

Sapnap is standing over the kneeling Dream, screaming something about ‘making things right’ and ‘punishment’. Punz isn’t sure, not when all he can hear is the rush of blood in his ears and all he can see is the glint of the axe rising slowly over Sapnap’s head.

He snaps out of his thoughts when Tommy approaches the two and spits out: “You deserve this. Rot in hell.”

No!

Punz grips his axe tighter and leaps. They don’t know if they can get there in time. But Prime must be on their side today, because all he hears is a loud CLANG as the axes collide.

“Punz?” Dream is still kneeling, a confused look on his face. “What are you-”

“I’m not going to let you die!” they yell, overlapping the yells of confusion coming from the crowd. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Dream’s face (maskless, they took his mask. they took it again.) shows resignation and how tired the green-wearing warrior is. How did it all end up like this? How did they not notice how tired he is? “Punz…”

“Was this your great plan?! Getting yourself killed?!” Punz is furious. At Dream. At George and Sapnap. At Sam and Quackity. At Tommy and Wilbur. At himself. “Where is your big happy family if you are dead, Dream?!”

“It was never about me…” The admission is quiet, almost impossible to hear, but still breaks Punz’s heart. “I am expendable. As long as you all are together.”

A quiet “what?” is heard from the others. Standing still, not knowing what to do. What to say.

“Guys! Don’t you see what’s happening here?!” an angry shout rises and Quackity steps out of the crowd. He is holding a crossbow, a bolt loaded and ready to fly. “He is manipulating you again! Probably paid Punz as well!”

He didn’t. Dream never had to pay him.

“Let’s just kill him and move on! C’mon we all know there is no other way!” Quackity is still talking, trying to convince the rest of the crowd. Punz turns back towards his fallen brother.

“Can you stand?” they whisper, trying to plan an escape. “I have pearls, we can-”

“It doesn’t matter.” Dream’s voice is shaky, so unlike the man’s usual tone. “It’s never going to end unless I die.”

“No-! We can… we can find a way to-” Punz never finishes his sentence.

A loud BANG travels across the place when Quackity fires his crossbow. It finds his mark.

Dream chokes on his own blood, hand trying to grab the arrow sticking from his chest, but not having enough strength to do so. Punz grabs at him desperately, cradling him to his chest “no nonnonononononoon NO! NO!”

It was always supposed to end like this.

Villains don’t get a happy ending after all.

#tw death #tw blood #c!quackity negative #dreblr #c!punz #c!drunz #i am sorry but also i am not #kiuda.writing

[loth-wolffe]

Maybe we could go

Pairing: Captain Howzer x reader.

Summary: this is basically porn without plot.

Word count: 1,8k

Warnings: smutty smut. MINORS STAY BACK. piv, dirty talk, uhhh, degradation 😳, choking. and cockwarming if you squint. this might be trashy but idc. if I forgot anything please do tell me<3

A/n: just wanna thank (again) the lovely people that encouraged me to write this, I appreciate you guys so much and I love u. aLSO. this kinda got out of my hand, I didn't mean to write it like this, also feel like this isn't me writing at my fullest??? but whatever, I absolutely don't know what happened here but we roll with the flow in this house. here have a bad fic that I might or might not re do at some point in my life<3

reader is a bounty hunter if u are wondering.

The door slides open, your eyes flickering from the datapan to the man entering to your quarters, the ghost of a smile in your lips as he takes off the helmet, heart stuttering in your chest as your eyes meet.

You have seen Howzer's face more times that you could count, fully dressed and without any clothes, in the pouring rain and in the heat of the sun, you have seen him in every possible way, yet every time feels like the first, the scar on his cheek somehow making him look hotter, warm, cinnamon eyes always so kind, and dark hair that you could run your fingers through for hours, playing and pulling and curling around the longest locks.

He smiles tiredly, not even greeting you as he starts taking his armour off, sitting on the other end and holding his arms out for you, not missing a minute before you're sitting on his lap, straddling him as you tilt your head a bit.

"Hey you." You murmur, hand resting on his right cheek and he leans into the touch, "rough day?"

"Hera got herself into trouble," he sighs, closing his eyes as he lets himself relax under your touch, "again."

Letting out a low hum, you place a chaste kiss on his lips.

"You need a vacation." Howzer snorts, leaning against the cushions, calloused hands disappearing down the oversized shirt you use as a pajama, teasing the edge of your underwear enough to make you shiver and your breath get caught in your throat.

"Like the one you're taking?"

"I'm taking a break from hunting," you smile as he chuckles, hands going to your waist, "just happens to be taking a little longer than I expected."

"And here in Ryloth, none the less."

You giggle, leaning towards him for a kiss, lips ghosting against his and his eyes look for every detail in your face.

The air changes as you smirk, your center rubbing against his cock in a feather light touch makes him choke a sound.

"There's this guy," you whisper, grinding lightly, teasingly, "that sort of has my heart, came here looking for him a while ago."

His breath hitches, and you hear the gulp he takes, you smile, kissing the scar on his chin, a little, airy touch he almost missed.

"Did you find him?"

"Mhm," you hum, kissing the corner of his lips, "I did. You know what he did when we first met?" your breath fans over his cheek, lips close to his ear and you look at his profile, sharp jaw and prominent cheekbone, warm skin looking a bit darker with the slight stubble peppering his cheeks.

He really is a work of art, a breathtaking one that is.

Howzer makes a sound, a choked groan you take as an answer for you to continue, pecking the beginning of his jaw and suppressing a smile when he shudders.

"Held his blasters against me," you murmur as you place a trail of kisses down his neck, his head tilting enough to give you more access. "Arrested me, really. Thought I worked for the seppies." He lets out a little whine that goes straight to your core, heat pooling in your underwear as you feel him buckle his hips under you trying to find more friction that the one you're giving him. "He ordered me to get on my knees, never heard anything hotter," you suck a mark, moaning when his grip tightens and pushes you down, clit bumping just right against his hardening cock. "Would've taken him right there and then if he wanted, in front of his brothers and all, letting them watch how I sucked him off."

He curses under his breath, hand freeing his length and giving a few pumps before your hand takes over in a maddening slow pace, letting out a long moan with your touch.

"Would you have let me?" You ask, nail running through his stubble and he has never looked so beautiful.

Your name rolls down his tongue in a breath, a plead that makes you smile and move your panties to the side.

You kiss him, needy, muffling both of your moans as you tease the tip through your folds, coating him with your arousal.

"I would've," you tell him, voice sounding breathier than intended, "would've let you fuck me in the middle of that jungle."

More curses are thrown before in a swift movement he pushes down against the other end of the couch, a yelp in surprise is cut short when he kisses you again, harsh and messy.

His weight above you is like a second nature to you, feeling his warmth through his clothes and you moan into his lips when your hands runs through his chest as he holds a leg around his waist, a growl leaving his lips muffled by the sound of clothes being ripped apart.

"Howz–!" But he cuts you off with another urgent kiss, underwear discarded somewhere and you could complain about it if the action hadn't leave you dripping wet.

"Shut up," his voice is strained as he thrusts into you, hard and deep, not letting you adjust to the feeling before he slides out to the tip and pushes back into you, not taking long with setting a merciless pace that has you crying out.

"Filthy girl," he grunts, hips crashing against yours sending you further into a state of oblivion with every thrust, "wanting everyone to see how I fuck you."

Holding your leg higher, you let out a loud cry as you feel him going deeper, somehow faster, feeling him splitting you open.

"Think I'm gonna let them see you make a mess on my cock? hear those pretty sounds you make for me?"

His eyes never leave your face, you can feel them bore into you, your only response being your clenching pussy around him.

"You like that? when I talk to you like that?" His hand coming to your chin, fingers curling into your skin, digging into the soft flesh, forcing you to look at him. "When I treat you like a whore?"

Dark eyes clouded with lust, and you can't form any coherent thought, nodding dumbly, breathy moans leaving your parted lips.

"Where did you go, hm? Not so talkative now, are we?"

And you're a babbling mess, hand coming to push your shirt up so he can see your breasts bouncing with every jerk of his hips, squeezing one in his big palm, fingers between your nipple and he pulls roughly at the perky skin, making you yelp.

A dark chuckle leaves his lips before moving his hand to wrap around your throat, not pressing but the reminder of the power he is holding sends a wave of arousal down your aching core and he twitches inside you.

"Want them to see you like this?" He asks between low grunts, sweaty hair falling into his face with each thrust, "Cockdumb for me?"

"I–" but you can't talk, tongue heavy on your mouth, drunk with pleasure, and you could be embarrassed with the whole situation, how the tables had turned and the squinching sound that makes his cock when meets your heat.

One hand comes to grip the couch, trying to find something to anchor you as he fucks you, and the other comes to the grip he has on your throat, tightening just a bit so he does too and he lets out a broken moan.

"You sure?" It's breathy, farcade slipping a second from him as worried eyes look at yours, you whimper, his hips stuttering when you nod.

"Please."

He doesn't actually choke you, just a press of his hand against the muscles that makes your eyes roll back, waves of pleasure crashing down into you and you go to circle your clit, and it doesn't take long before you see white, a scream leaving your lips without you knowing as you see nothing but stars, legs shaking and he doesn't stop, guiding you through your climax, fingers taking over your swollen clit.

He is not too far behind, his pace deflating slightly and he lowers enough to pepper open mouthed kisses on your neck, right where his fingertips held you.

"Dirty girl," he breaths against your burning skin, sucking a mark on your jaw that you know you won't be able to cover well enough, "my fucking filthy slut."

You whimper, eyes closing shut and you feel another orgasm coming in, the beginning of it settling in your lower abdomen, toes curling as you feel it approaching quickly.

"Want everyone to know you're my little slut, don't you?" And you nod, unwillingly, too overwhelmed to actually know what he was talking about. "Mine." He growls, teeth sinking into your flesh, and it's all it takes for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, fast and hard, and leaving you breathless.

"Yours." You chant like some sort of prayer, "fuck, 'm yours."

And it's all he needs to go down with you, his hand on your hip definitely leaving bruises but you don't find it in you to care, letting a loud moan as he buries deep inside you, cock pulsating as thick ropes paint your walls. Face contracted in a silent scream, brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut.

He stays inside you a little longer, as you both come down from your highs, and it's like the world stopped spinning, your pants are all it's heard, and the room is shifting again, into something quiet when he looks at you with this warmth, as if he hadn't just fucked you dumb, he leans down to kiss you, so soft and so sweet you could cry.

There's a silence that wraps you for a few minutes, waiting for your breathing to settle along with your erratic heartbeats, his hand softly brushing the sticky hair from your face, wanting to see you whole, in the aftertaste of it all, with your bruised lips and flushed cheeks, heavy lidded eyes finding his and he smiles lazily, fingertips massaging the marks that were already forming on your waist.

"We could have that vacation you talked about." His voice is a whisper, lips brushing against yours as he pecks the corner of your mouth, your nose and finally your forehead.

"You think?" You don't like how hopeful your voice sounds, but the flutter butterflies in your stomach tell you not to worry, and he hums, nose bumping with yours.

"Not now, though, but at some point."

"Captain, are you insinuating we escape?" Your tone is light, teasing, testing the waters in case he was joking.

"The war is over," he murmurs, a low admission none of you had really thought about because it somehow felt like it wasn't over just yet, hand cupping your cheek and he kisses you again, "I could take an... early retirement."

"You think?" You ask, unsure, but his eyes are honest, confident in his words and you know he means it, every single word, he hums in your lips, a confirmation that makes your heart swell.

He wants to leave with you, have a little place for yourselves, a family if possible. He wants it all with you, everything you ever talked about, and never come back.

"Promise."

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[suguruverse]

Hey sweetheart! Firstly, your blog is so beautiful and your writings are just pure gold. But I especially enjoyed reading Inarizaki trio and Nishinoya and Tanaka as best friends, so I was wondering if you could write that but with Oikawa and Iwaizumi? Thank youuu❤️

-🦔

— BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH OIKAWA AND IWAIZUMI

includes - oikawa tooru and iwaizumi hajime

a/n - i’m considering making this a series!! thoughts?? <3

- LMAO GOOD LUCK WITH THIS ONE

- i’m just gonna start this off by saying that they are the biggest cockblocks ever

- you could literally be talking to ANYONE who is the opposite gender whether it be a cousin or a friend and they’ll still be like:

“hey BABE, how’s my lovely GIRLFRIEND doing? doing good? are you’re legs okay after WHAT WE DID LAST NIGHT. sorry for being so ROUGH. please forgive me BABY”

- that’s mostly oikawa but what ever

- istg oikawa flirts with you like it’s no ones business

- doesn’t matter if you guys are best friends, he will 100% act like your very own horny boyfriend

- but whenever he does that, iwa is right there protecting you 😩

- one time oikawa slapped your ass as a joke and iwa beat him up

- iwa: the protector of women

- being best friends with iwa = having your own knight in shining armour

- they honestly act as if you’re so fragile and as if you’re a baby that needs protecting

- ugh the nicknames

- oikawa prefers petnames like cutie, babe, baby. yk the basic ones

- iwa likes petnames that have ‘my’ in front of it like ‘my love, my dear’

- the three of you guys grew up together so they always have a little soft spot for you especially iwaizumi

- they just love doting on you so much <3

- trying to find a boyfriend? good luck

- they always find a problem in any guy that you show even a little bit of interest in

- one time, you said that you were gonna hang out with makki and mattsun and they literally gave you the cold shoulder for a week

- OMG WHENEVER YOU GUYS HANG OUT TOGETHER, YOU AND OIKAWA DO VLOGS AND IWAIZUMI HATES IT SO MUCH

- tbh nobody knows why iwaizumi still tolerates you guys but we all know he’s secretly a softie

- you never greet them normally, you always jump onto them and latch on like a koala to get their attention

- since iwaizumi is more reserved than oikawa in a way, you guys love staying in to watch movies and cuddle

- THEY. ARE. SO. OBSERVANT.

- you could have the smallest change in your behaviour and they would know straight away

- they are seriously the best people to talk about your feelings with

- depending on what you want, they can easily give you sympathy or a logical solution

- attending their games is a no brainer

- and because of how well you deal with them both, they practically forced you into the gym and said that you’re gonna be their manager

- you didn’t really mind because you got to spend more time with them

- you were also able to watch over oikawa and make sure that he wasn’t overworking himself and staying up late

- you also serve the purpose of calming down iwaizumi and kyotani when needed

- when they lost against karasuno, you were right there to hug them and comfort them for the next couple of days

- you and oikawa and always doing some weird shit in public to embarrass iwaizumi and its works

- but he always leaves you guys because sometimes he just can’t deal with your bullshit </3

- iwaizumi is always dragging you out at like 5am to go on a run with him

- OIKAWA IS THE CLINGIEST MF ALIVE

- like sometimes you’ll fall asleep alone in bed then wake up with oikawa clinging onto your waist like his life depended on it

- when you questioned it, he just said that he missed you

- but mf how’d you get in the house

- daily roasting battles

- some people wonder how you guys are still friends when yall literally speak to eachother like you hate one another

- THEY ARE HUMAN HEATERS AND YOU ARE NOT AFRAID TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT

- matching items <3

- shopping with oikawa is a dream come true

- iwaizumi??? not really

- he’s got the spirit tho

- he’s like the type of guy who awkwardly hold your bag when you’re trying on clothes

gc name: y/n’s fanclub

oikawa: where’s y/n, i can’t find her

iwa: my house, why?

oikawa: IWA CHAN, HOW DARE YOU, STEALING MY PRECIOUS BABY LIKE THAT

iwa: shut up shittykawa, she’s sleeping in my arms right now. so stop texting or come over and watch the movie with us

oikawa: IWA CHAN WHY WASN’T I INVITED FROM THE START

iwa: you were, but you said no because you were busy with volleyball

oikawa: i-

iwa: so you coming or not, ur gonna wake them up with all the notifs you idiot

oikawa: hmph, im coming over and you guys better not be cuddling when i get there

iwa: too late, already are, did you not see my text from before ^^

you: TOORU SHUT UP STOP COMPLAINING AND JUST GET HERE ALREADY YOU’RE SO DAMN LOUD

oikawa: y/n-chan that’s not very nice of you, i thought i was your favourite

you: wrong, its haji

oikawa: HAJI??? HAVE YOU GUYS BEEN CANOODOOLING BEHIND MY BACK

iwa: so what if we have, just get here already dumbass

oikawa: already here, open the door before i break it down 

iwa: use the backdoor, i cant get up, y/n is lying on top of me

oikawa: i’ll remember this day, you two, watch your backs

you: yk tooru if you’re just gonna keep texting and not come into the house, you might as well just go home

oikawa: shut up im coming <3

you: <3

iwa: <3

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