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glazesunflower · 2 years

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Genshin Girls Snapping At Their S/O After A Bad Day And The Apologies That Come After

Characters: Ei, Jean and Beidou x GN!Reader.

Warnings: Mentions of death in Ei’s and Beidou’s. Nothing graphic. And lowkey spoilers for Ei’s Archon Quest II.

A/N: The prompt was: jean, beidou, ningguang, ei, sara and eula where all of them had a bad day and reader were like teasing/joking around them but they snapped at you and after a few hours or days reader gives them space but the women would suddenly notice their s/o's disappearance and become worried until reader comes back to them and has the courage to apologize to them.

Ei had been busy for the past weeks. Being busy for her meant being in her Plane of Euthymia meditating. After the latest events with Makoto, the Sacred Sakura and fighting the puppet of the Shogun, Ei had quite a lot in her mind to process, and she needed to find a new meaning for the eternity that she was seeking, one that would welcome the new changes ahead in the future with ease.

During one of her meditating sessions, Ei fell asleep. Though gods don’t need sleep, so it would be fairer to say she entered a deep meditative state, and she had a vision. She relived the fall of Khaenri'ah, the loss of her sister, the last words Makoto left for her. She snapped out of the meditative state and decided to head to the Tenshukaku, where she knew she would find you.

Ei craved your presence when she was agitated, for the sole reason that you’re one of the only people in this world capable of taming her raging storm inside and ease her pain. Still, Ei is ever the stubborn one, and she refuses to speak in depth of what troubles her mind, so most of the time you’re left with guesses and trying to make the most with that little you have of her true emotions.

When you received her in the Tenshukaku, you knew right away she was fairly agitated. You asked, but Ei didn’t let on much, so you tried to lighten up the situation, brushing off her worries with a teasing manner.

“Come on, you’ve been meditating for weeks and you still haven’t resolved on a plan for eternity? Maybe you should take a break, give your brain juices time to recharge their magical energy.”

You chuckled, but Ei turned to you with a grave expression on her face. She was upset you were taking the situation so lightly despite her not having told you what bothered her in the first place. Ei loses her temper and snaps at you.

“What do you know about eternity? You’re nothing more than a common mortal. Your very existence in the first place is but a fleeting moment in my presence.” She says, voice sharp like a knife, commanding like an archon. She had never spoken to you like that before. “I will not trouble myself listening to you any further. Leave this place.”

You’re broken-hearted and at loss for words. You stare at her for a couple of seconds, but Ei keeps her stern gaze on you: cold, unmoving and unchanging, so you decide to leave.

Ei feels bad about it, about the way your eyes glistened with unshed tears when you left, but she mostly feels mad that you had taken her emotions so lightly.

The first night passes and you don’t return. Then, it’s the second, the third, the first week. Days go by easily and Ei hasn’t heard of you ever since. She’s not one to grow worried, she knows you can handle yourself and if you wished to come back, you simply would. But a small part of her, the most human part of the archon, harbors the fear that you might as well never come back, and that stirs a dark and unbridled fear inside her that she hadn’t felt in eons. As days pass and she hasn’t heard from you, she has Kujou Sara look for you, but when the soldier returns empty handed to the Tenshukaku, Ei understands it’s of no use. She starts worrying you won’t be coming back to her, and a part of her understands there’s no one to blame but herself if she were to lose you for good.

Two weeks later, Ei suddenly feels your presence inside the Tenshukaku, and she rushes to find you, barging room after room, her chest heaving.

When she finally finds you, she stops in her tracks. She finds you in your shared room, your back to her and your eyes facing the window, the stars that welcome you beyond where your gaze can reach.

“I thought I wouldn’t see you again.” Ei says, voice low and unsure. Like she isn’t the electro archon when she’s with you, but simply Ei. The same Ei that hurt you with her sharp words and her pride.

“I thought about it. About leaving for good.” You shake your head, slowly turn to her. Ei’s chest feels tight at the sight of you again. “But it didn’t feel right, not when I still have so much to say to you.”

Ei closes the door behind her and walks up to you slowly, and you let her hold one of your hands in hers, much colder to the touch.

“I do too. You must accept my apology, I wasn’t in my right mind when I spoke to you. Your existence as a human may be fleeting, but that’s why I wish to cherish every second you bless me with your presence.” Ei says, low and soft, lets the confession hang in the air between the two of you, pulse rushing and memories flooding in her head. “I’ve lost most of the people I’ve come to love in this life. Please, stay by my side.”

You’re quick to shake your head, tufts of hair framing your face with ease.

“I must apologize too. It was insensitive of me to try and brush the subject with a joke.” You slowly hold her face in your hands, brushing with your thumb right underneath her eyes, and watch Ei find shelter in your touch, eyes closing briefly. You feel your heart overflowing with affection. “Ei, my lovely Ei. You saw something when you were meditating, didn’t you? Let’s go to bed and tell me about it. I wish to listen to you like I should’ve done in the first place. That is, if you’ll still have me.”

“Yes.” Ei smiles, holding your hands above her cheeks. “I would love nothing more than that.”

Jean had spent the day working at the Knight of Favonius headquarters like she usually does, buried in paperwork and requests from all across town, but there’s one thing that had been especially hard managing this morning: Klee had been exceptionally mischievous today.

She had sneaked off and placed bombs on the roads waiting for Hilichurls to pass, her wishful and honest attempt at helping Jean with her workload, thinking if there were no Hilichurls causing trouble, Jean might get some time off to spend playing with her. Instead, a merchant drove by exactly where Klee had placed the bombs, and in a matter of seconds all his goods were flying off in flames. Jean had to purposefully apologize to the merchant, spare the money from the Favonius Headquarters to pay him back and write a full report on the accident that took quite some time from her already packed morning, aside from tracking down Klee who was hiding in fear of her punishment and making sure she didn’t sneak off solitary confinement again, like she’s done multiple times in the past.

By the time she made it home, Jean was exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to go to bed and close her eyes, but she knew that you meant well when you asked her about her tired expression, so she started telling you about the tiresome day she’s had. To her surprise, when she started telling you about it, you brushed it off quickly.

“Haven’t you been taking care of Klee for years now? You can practically smell her mischievousness from miles away.” You chuckle, remembering Klee’s tiny innocent grin whenever she’s done something that the adults wouldn’t approve of. “Perhaps you’re getting rusty on handling her, or maybe the child is outgrowing the mother, huh?”

Jean feels very upset at this, though mostly she feels very tired and very little respected by your words, and she surprises herself by snapping at you.

“You know nothing of how it really is. How troublesome, how terribly tiring it is.” Jean drags her hands through her hair, exhaling as you watch her with wide eyes. “It’s always me who shoulders all the bothersome tasks, isn’t it? I handle the paperwork, I patrol the streets, I handle the child. What do you do for Mondstadt?”

She stares at you, her blue eyes that you usually find overflowing with affection now look at you with a coldness you hadn’t seen before, and you feel your throat closing in, a familiar sting behind your eyes. You don’t bother with a reply, opting instead to rush out of the room. Jean doesn’t even call for you, she doesn’t have the energy. She sits on the couch, burying her face in her hands, her mind conflicted and her heart ever so heavy sitting on her ribs.

Jean expects you to come back, but you don’t. She waits for hours, sitting on the couch that’s closest to the front door, but you never arrive. She stays up all night, or mostly, falling in and out of consciousness as she waits for the sound of your keys on the door, but they never came.

When you don’t come back home the following day, she starts growing worried. She assumes you’ll come home when you’re ready and she goes to sleep without you, though she doesn’t really rest. Jean doesn’t see you the next day, or the day after, and she starts asking around, her anxiety growing by each moment she doesn’t receive good news, but no one seems to know where you’re at. She wants to leave her office and go look for you in the streets, across the city, out in the wilderness, but she knows she can’t abandon her job like that, not when there’s a city depending on her and her alone.

It’s on the sixth night when she suddenly finds you, cooking in the kitchen of your shared house as if you never left.

Jean drops all the papers she was carrying when walking through the door and is quick to wrap you in a hug, her arms holding your back tightly against her, your warmth that welcomes her under.

“Where were you? What were you thinking? You had me worried sick.” Jean searches your eyes, frantic, feeling some stray tears running down her cheeks. Her voice sounds rushed and distressed, and your heart shatters at the sight of her so worried about you. “Are you alright? Did anything happen to you?”

You shake your head, holding her hands over your cheeks, rubbing slow circles on the back of her hands with your thumbs, soothing.

“I’m okay. I needed to cool off, so I went to fight some monsters. I ended up straying off and staying a couple more days than intended, but I’m alright.” You say, voice low and gentle. “I’m sorry you were worried.”

“It’s okay.” Jean sighs, placing her forehead against yours, and prepares to pour forever. “I’m just glad you’re back. You have no idea how bad I felt, I…”

“I should be the one apologizing. In fact, I was trying to cook dinner for you as an apology, but you came earlier than I anticipated.” You draw a shy smile, pointing at the half-finished dinner with your eyes.

“I apologize as well. I didn’t mean any of what I said, I hope you know that.” Jean says, voice honest and urgent, like she’s asking you to reassure her that you believe her, that you know how much she loves you. You kiss her cheek softly, keeping your lips on her soft skin a moment longer than needed, and draw a gentle smile for her. Jean mimics you, her own relieved smile dancing on her lips. “How about we both cook this apology dinner? Let me wash my hands, I’ll come help you right away.”

Beidou had been out at sea. You had gone to the port with her, helping her carry the bags and boxes with all the things she was going to need for her trip, waving goodbye at her with a heavy heart as you watched her energetic figure and then her boat blurry into the line of the horizon. Beidou said she’d be out for three weeks, but she surprised everyone when she came back after no more than 5 days at the sea.

Her ship had encountered a big storm, gigantic waves of ruthless water caused by a sea serpent, longer than the night and fangs bigger than the mast of the Alcor. Beidou’s crew had fought bravely, blow after blow with all their might against the sea beast, but the serpent took the life of one of her crewmates, throwing him into the ruthless waters as Beidou and their crew watched in horror and helplessness how the seas engulfed their former friend.

Blinded by rage, Beidou managed to defeat the beast. Enhancing her power with the loss of someone that used to be part of their family, feeling the rush of thunder cracking inside her bones, the electricity traveling inside her veins, burning at her heart, collapsing her lungs as she defeated the sea beast, the silence that came after only overshadowed by Beidou’s raw scream into the night. The trip back to land was a gloomy one, and after making sure the rest of the crew was alright, neither of them spoke much of what had happened.

When Beidou arrived home, body full of scratches and bruises, all she wanted was to tell you the terrible things that had happened and drift off to a dreamless sleep for days on end.

You greet her, helping her arrive at your shared house in the Harbor. When you ask worriedly about her injuries, she simply tells you that she fought a sea monster but the storm had gotten so bad that they had to turn back. She was planning to tell you the whole thing, really, but then you made an unfortunate remark that left Beidou frozen in place.

“That sea beast had it coming, but your crew was very lucky to have you there! No harm comes to anyone when captain Beidou is around, right?”

You say, a bright smile dancing on your lips. Your words are nothing but full of admiration for her, but Beidou’s guilt is what bites back at you.

“What would you know of what captain Beidou is like? You only ever see me when I’m on land, once every three weeks.” She says, her eye sharp like a blade as she turns her back to you, unable to meet your eyes, her blood boiling out of frustration. “You know nothing about me. Don’t speak as if you did.”

If Beidou were to place her ear on your chest, she would hear the sound of your heart shattering in an instant. You meant nothing wrong with your words, yet you received such heavy punishment. You press your lips into a thin line and leave the room altogether. Beidou feels bad about everything, her heavy heart sitting on her chest with regret for a million things, but her body aches too much to chase after you.

She expects you to come back soon, but the hours pass and there’s no sight of you. Beidou drifts off to sleep on the bed out of exhaustion, and by the time she wakes up, the sun setting over the window in your room, you’re still nowhere to be found.

Beidou is putting her boots on again, body aching and burning with her injuries, when she sees you come through the door.

“Where were you?” Beidou asks, but there’s no bite to it, only a worn-off concern for you.

“You’re hurt.” You mention, reluctant to say more in fear of Beidou’s anger again, your eyes scanning the room, every single place but her face. “I wanted to patch up your wounds, but we had no bandages left, so I went to the other side of town to get them. Is it okay if… I tend to you?”

Beidou nods and lets you do, slowly revealing her naked torso to you. You sit behind her in bed, and you reluctantly start working on her bruises in silence, cleaning the wounds with the utmost care and affection.

You had listened to the full story of what happened to Beidou’s crew while you were out in town. You finally understood why your words had rubbed Beidou the wrong way, and you knew how bad she must be feeling about everything, but you had no clue as to where to start this conversation with her. Beidou is the one to finally break the silence between the two of you, her voice low and heavy with emotion.

“Listen. Please, forgive me. It was way out of line for me to snap like that. I was feeling beat up. I couldn’t save that man, and when you said that… Looking at me with such admiration and love… I felt like a fraud.” Beidou says, opening and closing her hands over her lap, watching the tendons move. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not a fraud. You’re the strongest person I know. I may not have been there, but I know you did everything in your power to help them.” Your voice is gentle when it reaches Beidou’s ears, and suddenly she feels her chest overflowing with affection for you, the sting of tears sitting behind her eyes. She feels you shift behind her in bed, gently placing your lips to the back of her neck, leaving a kiss on the warm skin that meets you under. “I apologize too. I should’ve listened to you before saying anything.”

Beidou turns to you, looks at you for a second before replying, the weight of all her love for you sitting on her tongue, and she can’t seem to find the words to describe just how much you make her feel.

“Thank you. And I want you to know I didn’t mean any of what I said.” She holds your hand gently and places a kiss there. “There’s no one in this world who knows me better than you. I love you.”

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zzzzzestforlife · 6 months

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how do you spend your energy? 🔋

A friend once sent me Take a Break from Hamilton the musical and basically said to chill. It was really funny coming from him because he idolized Elon Musk at the time, was taking AP classes I wasn't in, and regularly ran on 4 hours of sleep. Takes one to know one, I guess? 🙈

🔋75% (poor sleep, general apathy 💩)

Went to eng department meeting

My mouse stopped working 🐀🖱️🐭

🔋70% (we're behind schedule and i volunteered to help someone else do their job which is fine, i guess)

Peer-reviewed code 👀

🔋73% (i had breakfast, did my morning pages while listening to my favorite music, and did my physio exercises 🤸‍♀️✍️🎧)

Fixed bug* 🐛

🔋71% (riding the high of accomplishment and the prospect of lunch 🍱)

Peer-review code (2x) 👀👀

Took over bug investigation from another colleague*

🔋69% (miscellaneous goofing off 🤳 as one does to celebrate the end of the work day 🎊)

Read for Clinical Psych

🔋44% (i'm bored again?? 🥴)

Let myself get roped into an after-hours conversation about a possibly broken, but possibly not broken feature*** 🤡

🔋25% (not much appetite for dinner)

Read for Clinical Psych (cont'd)

Completed my Japanese lesson

🔋2% (i seem to have extra brain cells that only activate to keep me awake at night longer than i should be 😶‍🌫️)

*- I love it when tracing through the code is like a stroll through a familiar park — I find everything I need, don't feel like an idiot, and the whole process from start to finish is done within the day ☺️

**- So much less straightforward compared to the last one and I don't want to think about it anymore 😅

***- How do I stop letting my work consume my life? I don't know, but I snooze my Slack notifications on a schedule now because boundaries are important 🙃

💌: Trying an "Energy Log" format this time! If you're somehow still reading this, I hope you enjoy every opportunity to recharge! 😊

(I'm really trying to be positive and creative and happy but it feels like there is a little bundle of anxiety sitting on every nerve in my body and I just feel trapped in here. 😣 I'm telling myself this feeling will pass over and over again. One day, it will be true.)

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softpine · 19 days

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i definitely think i'll be posting more random frozen pines stuff on ao3!! i have a ton of unfinished little things i don't know what to do with, i guess i should start throwing them on there for funsies. i'm not sure if i'll ever write more for the until dawn au because i'm pretty satisfied with where i left it, but i will 100000% be posting some random things from my zombie apocalypse au (which will hopefully scratch the same survival story itch) 💖

also it's really funny to call it fanfic sjfkjsd it does feel like i'm writing fanfic for my own story sometimes, like wait hold on are we allowed to see inside elaine's brain like this

anon hate was sooo par for the course back then, it's gotten way better in the past few years but i think everyone got it back in the day. i tried not to let it get to me, but when it was hitting at something really personal to me, it was harder to ignore. but it's all good!! i'm still here!! i've learned to never change a character's personality/story arc to make other people happy! thank you so much for the kind words 💖

stevie and jada have to work weekends now so they don't do much other than that :/ and elaine would've had to the do the same, except she got injured right before starting her new job. asa always spends the weekend recharging in the woods after a long week of school. casper is blackout drunk from 6 pm on thursdays to 8 am mondays. coco has to work :/ beth has to work (part time ballet instructor) :/ um caroline uses weekends to sort her life out lmao that's when she finally does all the laundry and dishes that piled up all week because everyone is so busy right now. danny is on tour so his weekends are just as unpredictable as his weekdays. and mikaela has to work :/ THIS ECONOMY SUCKS MAN fjksjds

THANK YOUUUUU 💖💖💖 i can't think about the passage of time or i'll freak out but this is really sweet and i appreciate you still checking in, thank you thank you 💗

I LOOOOVE AMANDA !! my girl mandy 💖💖💖 i've actually seen a lot of the saw movies in bits and pieces at friends parties i just hadn't sat down and watched all of them myself. but yeah i already love her!! and i will soon (naturally i got distracted when i said i was going to watch saw 3 fjksjds but eventually)

oh noo i hate when this stuff happens 😭 without the instructions, i would have no idea how to upload it for you or even where to find the files on my computer lol. i'm sorry :(( but i googled pskx importer and some newer ones came up, maybe you could give those a shot? this one in particular looks promising!

@alltimefail thank you for thinking of me 🥺💖💖

@acuar-io ahhh the same goes to you!! 💖💞

#asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #alltimefail #acuar-io

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anamoon63 · 1 year

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TIME TRAVELER: E207. THE PASSENGER

"So, Bjorn tells me that Robin is in fact alien?" Sopeha asked.

"Only 40% according to his DNA analysis," Karen replied.

"Oh, good. Do you know if he's developed special powers yet?"

"What… kind of powers?"

"The normal powers on any alien."

Dylan stepped in.

"Uh, we don't know if he has those, er... powers. I mean, maybe he has them but doesn't know it, cause he doesn't know he's an alien yet."

"Believe me, if the kid is alien, he already knows it, and at his age, I'd say he's in full use of his powers," Sopeha sentenced.

"Good grief," Karen gasped.

"Anyway," Sopeha continued. "I need more information on him, like who is he, what does he do, where did he come from, and why does he need to go to Lunar Lakes?"

"His name is Robin Crane, he's 22 years old, he's a Time Traveler. And he came from the future, Oasis Landing 2054 to be exact," Dylan reported; Sopeha gulped.

She seemed shocked for a millisecond and the fleeting expression of concern on her face did not go unnoticed to Karen.

"Did you say Crane, from Oasis Landing?" She asked with renewed interest.

"Yes, he lost his parents when he was three years old, but we just found out they didn't die, and we think they're living in Lunar Lakes now, that's why he needs to travel there," Dylan explained.

"So, he lost his parents at the age of three," Sopeha repeated.

Then she stood still for a moment, as if she was pondering or doing calculations in her head. Her brain was going at the speed of light searching for data: Crane, Oasis Landing, 2054, at the age of three, 22 years minus 3…"

"Sopeha, are you okay?" Dylan asked; Sopeha reacted right away.

"Sorry, I was…recharging my energy," she answered. This time she managed to disguise her shock, but, again, her odd behavior did not go unnoticed for Karen.

"It seemed more like you were trying to remember something," she pointed out.

"Does Robin's story sound familiar to you?" Dylan asked.

"Right, if you know Lunar Lakes, maybe you know his parents," Bjorn added.

"Uh - well, I don't get to meet everyone in Lunar Lakes, you know... Now, can any of you tell me Robin's exact date of birth?"

"Why would that be important here?" Karen protested.

"2032, I guess", Dylan rushed to reply. "The exact day and month I don't know."

"And his parents' names?" Sopeha pressed.

"Douglas Crane and Sylvie Girard," Dylan answered; Sopeha blinked.

"A-are you sure?" She asked after a pause.

"Yes, that's what the information we found says. I can show you a picture, I have it here on the flash drive, I also have one of Robin if that's any help."

"Oh, that won't be necessary. Better tell me, why would Robin want to make the journey to Lunar Lakes from Aurora Skies 2016 and not from Oasis Landing 2054, which his and his alleged parents' time?" Sopeha asked with marked interest.

"Cause he's stuck here, in 2017. He had to abruptly leave Oasis Landing due to a problem with the authorities."

"Really, what kind of problem?" Sopeha asked, even more interested.

"Apparently, he broke some of the Population Committee's laws, or so he was told."

"The Population Committee, of course," Sopeha replied with a hint of irony.

"Anyway," she added, a little less worried, even livelier than she was at the beginning. "With the information you have given me it should be more than enough for my superiors to authorize the trip. Now, let's move on to the most difficult part: the transportation."

(To be Continued)

#the sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #sims 3 siimblr #sims 3 into the future #the crane legacy #time traveler #aurora skies #the shens #dylan shen #karen helgason #bjorn beaker #sopeha naiad #lunar lakes #my sims 3 stories #los sims de ana

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likeitloveitblogit · 3 years

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Just Hold Me

I had a dream that got stuck in my brain, so I decided to turn it into a Loki x fem!reader fanfic. Here it is. Please be gentle this is the first but of my writing I've shared.

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: After a rough battle fighting with the Avengers you skip the party to recover in your room at the Avengers tower. There you're visited by a drunk Thor and a comforting Loki.

Word Count: 2.5k

Warning: non consensual kissing, mention of assault, pain, mention of death, they all need therapy

What to expect: Me turning a dream into a Loki fluff therapy session.

From your room in the Avengers tower you could still hear the sounds of the party. Another victory for the team meant another raging party to celebrate. You loved a good party, but you had taken a few too many hits during the mission and had chosen to head back to your room.

A knock sounded at your door, "Y/N, are you there?" You heard the gruff voice of Thor.

The god of thunder and his brother Loki had become members of the team after defeating the Dark Elves in London. There had been a drunken night when Loki confessed to you he had considered faking his own death and stealing the throne of Asgard. But Loki had chosen to help fight, winning the battle and the approval of the Avengers. Not everyone had accepted them completely, but you understand that people were capable of change and had become friends with the pair.

"Y/N?!?" Thor called again, pounding a little harder on the door.

You rise from your bed and walk to the door, opening it you find a very clearly drunk Thor. It took a great deal of drinking to get the god drunk. You chuckle thinking about how much he must have consumed, but then notice that his eyes are full of tears.

"Thor, what's wrong?"

"Can I come in?"

Normally you didn't let anyone into your room. You were a fairly open person, happy to share, but your room was your safe place to get away and recharge. Standing there, leaning slightly against your door frame Thor looked completely broken, so you open the door and gesture for him to enter. Leaving the door open you follow Thor into the room.

You weren't sure how to handle having a guest in your room. But Thor walked over and sat on your bed, like he owned the place. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just, I was at that party and everything was good. You know we had that Asgardian wine brought in, so much better than anything here on Midgard. But then I saw a woman in the crowd that looked just like her. And I thought, I don't know, I thought maybe she had only faked it, maybe she'd just been lost and now she'd come to find me. I ran over to her, but the woman was just some stranger."

From your spot learning against the wall you asked, "Who do you mean? Jane?"

"Ha, I've lost her too. I seem to lose everyone I care about. But no. I thought I saw my mother"

That broke your heart. That same drunken night when Loki had confessed thinking of faking his own death, you two had also talked about Frigga's death. Unsure how to comfort the god then you had sat with Loki, holding his hand while he cried. Loki had been so close with Frigga, a part of Loki had changed when the guard had delivered the news of her death. Being in prison unable to even attend the funeral had stirred a desire to be a better person in Loki.

Even though you had seen Loki's grief, somehow Thor had seemed stronger, less affected, but Frigga was his mother, too. The loss of a parent is a terrible thing to deal with no matter how strong of a person you might appear to be. And clearly alcohol made the Asgardians emotional wrecks, because here now was the god of thunder sitting on your bed, body racking with sobs.

You sat down next to Thor, reaching to take his hand. Instead Thor pulled you into a crushing hug. Your first instinct was to pull away from the pain, you had really taken a beating in that fight. But Thor was your friend and he was hurting inside, so you relaxed. Rubbing circles on his back, you whispered "it's ok, you're ok" while you let him cry on your shoulder. The two of you sat like that for a long while before Thor released his hold on you.

You were about to ask Thor if he was feeling better, when he looked down at you and leaned in to kiss you. A million thoughts ran through your brain all at once. Fear struck you the strongest, and you scrambled away, backing up until your back was against the headboard. "What are you doing?"

"Um, kissing you," Thor said as he crawled toward you, hovering over you he leaned to try and kiss you.

"Well, stop it" you put your arms in front of your face trying to push him away. "Stop it, stop it, stop it"

Thor's strong arms easily push your own hands out of the way. But just as Thor leaned in towards you, he was ripped from on top of you.

Frightened, you look up to see Loki shoving Thor away, placing himself between you and Thor. "The lady told you to stop. What has gotten into you brother?"

"You don't know anything stupid brother, just leave us alone" Thor lunges for Loki, but Thor is still far too intoxicated to stand a chance in a fight. Loki easily pushes back and Thor nearly crashes into the wall.

Before Thor can lunge again Loki summons a pair of daggers and points then at Thor. "Brother you're drunk. You need to calm down. I don't want to hurt you, but if you try to hurt Y/N, I'll have no choice."

"Brother you wouldn't dare."

Loki points the daggers more directly at Thor "I don't know what is happening here but you know that I will do anything to defend a lady's honor."

"Oh, so you're just such a hero now? A perfect little prince charming? You're not defending anything. You're just jealous because Y/N invited me into her room and not you."

You stand up, careful to stay behind Loki. "Thor, nothing was going to happen between us. You came to me, crying and I offered you a hand to hold because I knew you missed your mother. You hugged me and I let you because you are my friend. But that's it. You are my friend and I don't want any more than that. You should thank Loki for keeping you from doing something you'd have regretted."

"You think I'd regret kissing you?"

"No, I think you'd regret kissing someone who didn't want to be kissed. You'd regret taking advantage of someone you cared about."

"I, I thought you'd want to kiss me"

"You buffoon, not everyone wants to have their face crushed in by your giant head."

"Hush Loki," you walk toward Thor, Loki tries to pull you back behind him but you touch his arm gently, and step forward. "Thor you know I do care about you, but I don't feel that way about you. Look, I know you have had a lot to drink tonight. And you have a lot of emotions running through you. I mean you thought you saw your mother, that has to be really hard to deal with. But you made a mistake."

"I thought, I just. Uh, I'm sorry"

"I know. Right now I think it is best if you go back to your room, get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning, once you're sober."

"But,"

"You heard her brother. She is giving you a very generous offer. If you don't accept and leave now, I will make you. And I won't be nice about it."

With a final look at you, Thor leaves your room.

Once Loki is sure that Thor is gone, he sets his daggers down and turns to you. You register that he chose to set them down rather than magic then away, but chart it away as a question for later.

Approaching you, hands raised like you are an animal he is afraid to spook Loki asks, "Y/N, are you ok?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine." Which is a lie, you're anything but ok. Unsteady on your feet, you nearly collapse.

Loki reaches to catch you and leads you to sit on the bed, "oh Y/N, what did he do to you? I'll kill him if he has hurt you."

"Thank you, but I'm actually just a little worse off than I thought from that fight today. All this has just made me extra aware of how tired I am."

"I'll go get Banner or Strange, or one of the others."

"No," you reach and grab onto his arm.

He looks down at the way your hands tremble as they hold onto his arm. "But, Y/N, you are unwell."

"I'm not sick. I'm not injured, well not more than normal after a fight. I'm just tired. Honest."

"Well then I'll leave you to rest"

But you only hold more tightly, "please don't"

"Don't what?" His breath catches as he looks down into your eyes.

"Please don't leave me. I don't, I don't want to be alone right now."

"Ok, I'll stay." Loki sits next to you, shifting his arm to take your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and look at the interlocking of your fingers with his.

"Thank you."

"Thor is a buffoon, but I don't think he meant to harm you. He's not used to anyone not wanting him. Not that what he did was ok. I'm not trying to say it was ok."

"Loki, I know. I understand that he was hurting. And I guess I'm a beacon of comfort and he mistook that for romantic attraction. Honestly I think he would have stopped once he realized what he was doing. But I'm still so glad you were there."

Despite Loki's comforting hold, and the circles he was tracing with his long thumb, your hands still shook. "Y/N is there something more bothering you?"

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "When I saw your brother crawling towards me, I got so scared. I didn't see Thor, my friend. I saw that crazy guy from the factory today."

You could feel the moment the switch clicked and rage burned in Loki, "Wait did something happen? I don't remember a guy. Did this guy…, did he …, do something to you? I will end him."

"Oh Loki, my sweet murderous Loki. You actually already did."

"What?"

"You probably don't even remember, it was the heat of the battle. I'd gone in to clear the next room when I got knocked down and bumped my head. When I woke up, one of the baddies was dragging me by my ankle into the office, muttering about a sweet reward. How much fun he was going to have with me. He was reaching for me when you stormed in. I don't think you even saw me behind the desk, but you grabbed the guy before he could touch me. I didn't see what you did to him, but I heard it and it sounded very bloody."

"Oh gods, Y/N, I had no idea you were there in the back office. That guy looked deranged, even if we hadn't all been given orders to kill on sight I would have killed that man. If I'd known you were there I'd have made sure you were ok."

"I hid under the desk until you'd left and then I ran straight back to the jet. I felt so bad for not helping more with the fight, but…"

"Y/N, no one would ever blame you for running. That's not something anyone should have to face. Oh gods, and then my stupid brother had to come in and loom over you."

"He didn't know."

"No but that doesn't mean it wasn't terrifying, just the same."

You can't find the right words, and simply give a small nod. After a second of silence the question pops back into your brain. "Why did you leave your daggers on my nightstand? Why didn't you magic then away like you normally do?"

"Oh, uh, I was going to offer to let you borrow them. Just in case Thor tried to come back and visit."

"That's really sweet, but I've never been good with knives. I don't know if I'd even know what to do with them."

"Hmm well is there anything I can do to make you feel safer?"

There was a moment when you thought about saying, no. Telling Loki you'd be safe with his daggers, and sending him back to his room. But you couldn't do it. You could not send Loki away. Not when he felt like the only safe thing in the world. A breath of air after you'd been drowning all night. So you asked what you really wanted, not caring that it made you feel vulnerable.

"Can you hold me?"

"Are you sure you want that?"

"Yes I'm sure. I mean if you don't want to, I won't make you."

Loki gingerly wraps his arms around you, until you squeeze him half to death and he returns with a proper hug. Still holding you he says "I just didn't know if you'd want to be touched after… today and then my brother"

"You are not a brutish villain and you are not your brother. Do not take this as anything but a compliment, but right now the fact that you're not a big oversized muscle man is really comforting. And well neither men got the chance to do anything because of you."

"Y/N, I am so sorry you had to go through all of this. But I'm really happy that you find me comforting. I have done some terrible things that I deeply regret. And I've been afraid for so long that I'd never be able to find someone who felt safe around me."

"Everyone in this tower has done things that they can't take back. Things they regret. Including myself." You breathe in the scent of Loki, winter frost mixed with leather and metal, wondering when that scent had become so comforting to you. "But for right now, your arms feel like home and I don't want to ever leave."

"I will be here to hold you as long as you need."

"I'm going to take you up on that offer, because I might have a concussion, so you're going to have to watch me to make sure I don't die while I sleep."

"Humans are far too fragile."

"That we are. But that's an issue to deal with another day. Right now I just need you to hold me." You whisper as you lie yourself down, pulling Loki down with you. Carefully he wraps his arms around you pulling your little spoon body against his own big spoon body. Listening intently to your breathing as you drift asleep, Loki decides that he never wants to stop holding you.

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peachsayshi · 3 years

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Chapter 4 - Domain

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Teasing and a little bit of Fluff.

Summary: Gojo returns from his trip, and while the two of you are hanging out you ask him to show you some of his powers. Unable to resist himself, he breaks a rule along the way.

A/N: Thank you so much for the likes and reblogs! I pretty much only have this updated on AO3 but am slowly trying to add all the chapters onto my Tumblr.

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When Gojo texted you to let you know that he was at his apartment, he did it with a devious prank in his mind. He informed you that you could let yourself in as the door was unlocked but chose to turn off all the lights and hid in one of the closets.

Then he waited.

He heard the patter of your footsteps and a soft “hello”, before creeping out from his hiding place and lightly approaching you. He was quiet enough for you not to hear him, the shadow of your frame slowing down and he could tell you were getting nervous.

She’s going to kill me, he thought to himself but refused to back out now that he had already set things in motion.

He towered behind you, noticing you freeze in place by the unknown and proceeded to wrap his long arms around your waist before pulling you into his body.

“ Boo !” he exclaimed in your ear, earning a well deserved shriek on your part.

“GOJO, YOU IDIOT!”

You elbowed him in the stomach, forcing him to let go of you as a fit of giggles escaped his lips.

You marched over to the light switches, flicking them to illuminate his large penthouse apartment and you furrowed your brows at the six-foot-three goofball who was covering his mouth to hold in his laughter.

“This is how you greet your friends after coming back from a trip?! By scaring the shit out of them?! Who the hell does that?!!”

Gojo tried to contain himself but the image of your jump scare was perfectly etched in his brain, replaying over and over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry …” he said in between laughs, breathing in to regain control of himself. “I couldn’t help myself but you should see your face!”

“Ugh, you immature , asshole!” you grumbled, throwing the bag that you were holding in your hands in his direction.

Gojo had superior reflexes and caught it before it flew over his shoulder. He took a minute to calm himself down, extremely pleased that his plan went accordingly.

Meanwhile, you tossed your purse onto his coffee table, huffing to yourself as you plopped down on his black sofa. You folded your arms across your chest, unable to even look at him because of how irritated you were.

Gojo glanced down at the bag in his hand, the clear plastic enclosing a number of rainbow colored candies on the inside.

He bit his bottom lip out of guilt. “Okay, I’m sorry …I mean it this time…”

You scoffed, “are you? Because you still seem pretty content with what you just did.”

“I’m not going to lie, seeing you react like that was worth it…”

You scooted away from him as he took his seat next to you.

“What if you were some kind of murderer?!”

“Now why would you think a murderer would be in this apartment when I invited you over in the first place? You’re smart, use a little logic…” he teased as he tapped your temple lightly before proceeding to open the bag of sweets.

“That’s it, you don’t deserve Rina’s candies...”

Gojo clasped his chest in disbelief, “ you don’t mean that… ”

You snatched the bag away from him, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips as Gojo frowned.

Deep down inside he was really happy to see you. Playful banter and all, your presence was the recharge he needed after his trip.

The two of you met eight years ago at Rina’s candy shop. At the time, your best friend was just starting her own confectionary business which you were helping her with by working part time while you were still studying at university. Gojo couldn’t get enough of her sweets, earning himself a reputation as a repeat customer. You and Rina constantly joke that he practically kept the business afloat during the early days.What you didn’t know is that he also had his eyes on Rina’s pretty friend. Unfortunately for Gojo, you were taken and oblivious to his advances.

He didn’t care; just because you weren’t interested in him in a physical sense, didn’t mean that you both couldn’t be friends. Gojo is the type of guy who would confidently socialise with anyone around him. He knew not everybody took to his personality, especially when the words “narcissist”, “egotistical” and “arrogant” were constantly used to describe him. You knew all this about him but still chose to maintain your friendship. How you put up with his petty behavior and childish ways often had him wondering why you stuck around but he was grateful that you did.

After all, you were his closest friend - the only person he relied on after Suguru died.

Gojo pouted his lips, singing your name as he leaned forward to you and softening his tone. “If I get down on my knees and apologise will you forgive me?”

“Hmmm…” you pondered, “I think that’s a fair punishment and you’re buying dinner tonight, which I’ll be choosing so you can’t make a fuss about it.”

Gojo nodded his head and shifted his position to plant his knees onto the floor. He placed one hand on his chest, his other lifting up his blindfold so he was peeping at you with just one eye.

“I sincerely apologize for the hurt I caused you. Will you please, with a cherry on top , forgive this idiot who is on his knees?”

He noticed your lovely smile, amused that he was the reason behind this reaction.

“Okay, you're forgiven,” you replied, as you extended the bag of sweets back to him, offering him to take his pick.

Gojo returned to his sit next to you, his fingers dipping into the candy mix before pulling out a ruby colored square and popping it into his mouth.

“Mmmm…” he moaned, as the flavor burst along his tongue, “ this is good.. .”

“It’s a fresh batch. She made it this morning,” you replied, picking up a piece of candy for yourself. “Now that we can be civilized. Tell me how your trip went…”

The two of you spoke briefly about his trip but Gojo wasn’t eager to disclose the headache he is currently going through trying to uncover the fingers of a one-thousand year old curse. Instead he shifted the conversation back to you, asking how your morning with Rina went instead. He was only back for twelve hours before he had to leave again. The two of you wanted to see each other but agreed that you would hold off on “grabbing drinks” until he returned three days from now.

However, Gojo noted how good you looked seated right in front of him. Before all this started, you would usually show up at his place in casual clothes, paying no attention about how you looked but tonight he realized that you made an effort.

You made an effort to look nice for him.

He appreciated it, because the pair of denim jeans you had on fit in all the right places that he loved paying attention to. Your white t-shirt revealed a hint of the lace bralette you were wearing underneath and the man wondered if that was a deliberate fashion choice on your part just to tease him. Your lips were painted in crimson, practically forcing him to focus on your mouth. He had to remember that the rules were there for a reason. The rules ensured that the two of you maintained the boundaries of your friendship. The rules were there because you two needed to make sure that this didn’t influence your existing relationship in any way.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, but I can’t promise an answer…” Gojo cheekily replied, popping another sweet in his mouth as he grinned at you.

“Can I see your… domain ?”

“Is that supposed to be a code for my dick or something?”

You rolled your eyes at him, “you keep telling me about all these powers you have but I’ve never seen any of it.”

Gojo squinted his eyes at you, “why are you so curious about me all of a sudden?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you were asking me a lot of questions about work just now, which you usually don’t do, and now you want me to show you my skill set…”

You fidgeted in place, your fingers tapping nervously against the fabric of your jeans. “I don’t know, I think it’s weird that we have been friends for so long but I still don’t know the real you…”

Gojo paused, taken aback by your statement, “of course you know the real me.”

“Not the parts of you that you keep hiding from me.”

It’s for your own good, he thought to himself.

Gojo pressed his lips together to stop himself from saying those words.

“You already know about my Six Eyes…” he light heartedly replied.

“There’s more to you than that! I guess I’m just curious to see what else you can do. Besides, I’m starting to come up with theories about your powers. Starting with the fact that you have to wear this blindfold at all times otherwise you’re going to start shooting blue laser beams at people.”

“No laser beams, I can promise that,” Gojo replied with a nervous chuckle.

“Then show me the you that “claims” to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer…” you said, poking him gently on the shoulder. “I just…want to see something …”

Gojo pondered for a moment, sighing to himself as he was not quite sure what he could possibly do that wouldn’t risk putting you in danger. A few seconds passed before he stood up, taking the bag of sweets from your hand and placing it near your purse.

“I want you to stand in front of me,” he requested as he walked around the sofa and found a spot in the middle of the room.

You did as he asked and motioned your way to the position that he had requested. Gojo extended his arm out, ensuring that you were a good distance away.

“Alright, now give me a hug.”

You arched your brow, “seriously?”

“Just do it…” he insisted.

“If this is another stupid prank…”

“I swear it isn’t. Now give me a hug, I’m trying to make a point.”

You walked over towards him, taking your time until you were a few inches away from him. Your arms looped around his waist as you embraced him, but you stared up at him in confusion waiting to see what Gojo was planning next.

“Now what?”

“Okay…” Gojo placed both his hands on your shoulders, before motioning you back until you were an arms length away from him again. “Now I want you to try and push me,” he commanded.

“Push you?”

“Yes. Try to knock me down.”

You scoffed and he could tell that you probably thought he was messing around with you again. Just to play along you nonchalantly placed both your hands up and moved over to shove him, only this time Gojo did something that he’s never done in your presence.

Your eyes widened, your hands pressing into the air that was separating your touch from his body. The force like iron poured over concrete, incredibly powerful and completely protecting Gojo from you.

“Wait… why…” you voice shook, as your frustration got the better of you. Your hands started to tremble and Gojo noticed you increasing your force as you tried to fight the barrier of his infinity technique.

“ Why can’t I touch you?…”

You were using your legs to push now, every ounce of energy going into fighting the invisible cloak that shielded him.

Gojo smirked before dropping his infinity.

You felt the barrier lift, the pressure giving way as you hurled into him. Your body collided into his, all that pent up energy crashing into the sorcerer as you fell onto the ground. Gojo braced your fall but your face was planted into his chest and your arms lay flat on the ground besides him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

You gathered your senses, pushing yourself until you were sitting upright to face him. A puzzled look masked your face as you patted Gojo’s chest lightly before clutching shoulders and massaging your hands down his arms. “I can touch you now! How…how did you do that?…”

Your gaze lifted to meet his own both shocked and amazed by what just happened.

With his blindfold on you couldn’t tell that he was looking at you with wonderment.

Gojo straightened his back so that the two of you were facing each other. You shifted your legs, adjusting your position so you were straddling him. Your hands were still pressing his arms, gripping onto them as if you were trying to prove to yourself that you were indeed touching him.

“You asked me to show you something. So I did...” he said with a shrug.

“Was that your domain? Are…are you the domain?!”

Your innocent question made his heart swell, and a laugh escaped him.

“That’s not how it works! It's more complicated than that but this is just one of my techniques that I use to defend myself.”

“That’s… pretty cool …”

“Does it satisfy your curiosity?”

“A little.”

Gojo felt you finally let go of him. He glanced down to stare at your hands which were slightly red. He winced at the sight, bringing his fingers to wrap around your wrist as his thumb circled the center of your palm.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, this is from smacking the floor when I tripped.”

“Technically still my fault, I should have warned you that I was going to drop my infinity…”

“When I tried to push you it was the weirdest sensation. Like, I was touching something but feeling absolutely nothing at the same time. Has anyone ever broken it? Your infinity?”

“You forget I’m the strongest,” Gojo smugly replied, “nobody can touch me unless I want them to.”

You hummed to yourself but Gojo could see that you were lost in your own thoughts. You took his statement into consideration but he could tell you still had more questions you wanted to ask.

“Thank you for showing me,” you replied softly, choosing to let it go for now.

Your eyes locked onto his, your cheeks a little flushed when you realized how close your faces were to each other. Gojo could sense your pulse increasing, your chest rising and falling as seconds passed between you both.

Right now, all he could think about is kissing you.

His lips brushed yours, a breathless sigh escaping you as you broke the silence that hung in the air.

“ Maybe, we should order some dinner…” you suggested, your eyes shimmering with anticipation.

“That’s an idea,” Gojo murmured, his eyes from beneath his blindfold dropping to your lips.

“I was thinking maybe we can take away from that place-“

His lips locked onto yours, interrupting your thoughts as he gave in to his desire. His hands moved to your hips, tugging you forward against him so he was holding you closer. He bit your bottom lip, before licking it and sliding his tongue into your mouth. Completely entranced by what he was doing, he didn’t notice your hands trailing up his chest until it circled around his neck. This kiss was different, slow and passionate as Gojo took the time to explore your mouth. The taste of sugar dance across your tongues as he deepened the kiss, and he could feel himself getting hard as your chest rubbed against his. One of his hands snaked it’s way up behind your back, tangling his fingers in your hair. His other hand began lifting your tee from the front, sliding underneath it as he slowly began rubbing the flesh of your midriff. You broke away from him, taking a second to catch your breath as you pressed your forehead into his and hoping to calm things down before they escalate.

“We shouldn’t…we said we weren’t going too…”

“You’re right, we probably should stop…” Gojo agreed, but his lips spoke otherwise as he returned a kiss instead.

“ Satoru… ” you whined, but he could sense the heat between your legs as your hips naturally bucked into him. “We said we wouldn’t…not tonight..”

“Then tell me to stop.”

“What about the rules…”

“Tell me that you want me to stop, and we can go back to what we were doing.”

His lips trailed to your neck, where he nipped and sucked at your skin with every intention of leaving a mark.

You whimpered, tilting your head instead and giving Gojo better access to continue what he was doing. Your silence spoke volumes and gave him the consent he needed to continue.

“Rules were meant to be broken,” he whispered in your ear. “And tonight, sweet girl, you’re all mine …”

- CHAPTER 5: EDGE -

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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 3 years

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Belphie “Why do I have to be strong all the time?”

Here you go my dear, just for you. 😘

Strong

Belphegor x gn!MC

Words - 1406

Content warnings - some angst, lots of comfort and cuddles, platonic relationship

Prompt/inspiration - anon request

Summary - You slip away to the attic room for a quiet moment to yourself when Belphie comes to check on you.

AO3

Up in the privacy of the attic room, you burrowed into the nest of blankets and plush pillows Belphie had amassed. What had once been a place full only of bad memories, had now become your little personal oasis when everything else simply felt like too much.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love the brothers, you did - probably much more than you should. But there was only so much you could take before your well of energy would run dry. You wanted to help them, all of them, but the truth was, you had reached your limit long ago and simply had nothing left to give.

Part of you knew that you could reach out to any of them and they would have supported you, comforting you for once instead of the other way around. But a much larger part of you feared their rejection. That once they knew you weren’t useful, you wouldn’t be welcomed anymore. That maybe you misunderstood all the acts of friendship, and you really weren’t all that important to them.

So you put on a happy face, determined to be the one they could rely on - because at least then you felt safe, needed. And then whenever you could, you’d simply sneak away for a good cry, doing what you could to recharge your batteries on your own.

Today though, today was different. Today, no matter what you did, the tears just wouldn’t stop. You felt so tired, exhausted even, yet you couldn’t sleep. You were lucky that you had managed to slip away undetected after dinner, because there was no possible way you would be able to keep up your facade in your current state.

You didn’t notice however, when Belphie had opened the door to the attic room, having followed the sounds of your muffled sobs. Just by chance, he had been walking by the stairwell that led here when he had heard you. He didn’t need to be told who it was or even why you were there. He knew, or at least he had a very good idea. You had been going up there for weeks now, and he had always taken care to give you your space. But this time something compelled him to check on you.

“Hey,” he said, standing in the doorway.

You jumped in surprise, choking back the sobs that were still wracking your body. Maybe if you just pretended to be asleep then he’d let you alone?

“I know you’re not sleeping.”

Oh. Right. He was the Avatar of Sloth. Of course he’d be able to tell if you weren’t sleeping.

“What do you want?” you mumbled, pulling the blankets up around your neck, trying to hide as much of your face as possible.

“I thought I’d take a nap, but it looks like my bed is taken.”

“Oh, sorry, I can…” you said, frantically trying to get up.

“It’s ok, I’ll just nap with you,” he announced, as he climbed into bed, spooning you from behind, preventing your escape, “This is a lot better than sleeping alone anyways.”

“Oh.”

“So, what are you doing up here?” he asked, nuzzling into your neck as he pulled you closer and settled in behind you, getting comfortable.

“It’s um...just quiet you know? And I like the bed…”

“Hmmm,” he hummed, “I thought it was because you were crying and didn’t want anyone to hear.”

You stiffened. He had heard you. How were you supposed to respond to that? Admit to crying and just downplay the severity? Perhaps giving him some partial truth as an excuse so he wouldn’t suspect anything? Or should you just deny having any idea what he was talking about altogether?

“I...ummm…”

“Don’t try to lie to me. This isn’t the first time you’ve come up here.”

“Uhh….” you were panicking now, your heart hammering within your chest. Was he mad at you for using the attic so often? Was he disappointed in you for coming up here to cry? You didn’t know what to think. And only worse case scenarios swirled around in your head.

“Hey, what are you getting so worked up for?” he asked, having felt the change in your breathing - now rapid and shallow. He propped himself up on his elbow, trying to get a better look at you. When you didn’t respond, he gently turned you over so that you were laying on your back.

You didn’t acknowledge him right away, scarcely able to even register the fact your position had changed. So he reached out and tenderly cupped your cheek, caressing it with his thumb and turned your head until you were making eye contact with him. After blinking a few times, your brain finally seemed to process the fact that you were now staring at Belphie, and decided now was as good a time as any to unleash the flood of tears you had been holding back since he had opened the door.

Without a word, he wrapped you up in his arms, pulling you to his chest. Your arms somehow found their way around his waist, and you clung to him desperately. Laying down, Belphie brought you even closer as he started rubbing soothing circles on your back, gently shushing you and occasionally pressing kisses to your forehead while you continued to sob.

When your tears had finally run dry, after what felt like hours, you attempted to sit up and separate yourself from Belphegor. But he was having none of it, and only tightened his grip around you, holding you in place. Your body relaxed against his, realizing that trying to get up was an exercise in futility. He hadn’t said anything yet, but you could tell he wasn’t going to let you go until you explained.

“...I’m sorry…”

“For?”

“...using the attic without asking. This is your space so I…”

“You can always come up here. It’s your space too. You don’t need to apologize for that,” he said, cutting you off before asking, “But why were you up here tonight?”

“...why do I have to be the strong one all the time…?” The words escaped your lips in a hushed whisper. You hadn’t meant to say them out loud, but before you could panic, Belphie asked you another question.

“What do you mean?”

You hesitated, did he really want to know?

“...I...I don’t know...I’m...I care about you guys so much. And I always want to be there for you...but...I’m scared…”

“Scared?”

“That if I’m not...helpful...that you won’t want me around anymore. That’ll I be...that I’ll be just a burden...who would want to be there for me…?”

“...why would you think we wouldn’t be there for you?” he asked, hugging you tighter to his chest. Belphie thought back on all your interactions up until this point and couldn’t pick out a single indication that his brothers any less than adored you. He’d even go so far as to call them obsessed, himself included, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt they’d all jump at the chance to have the opportunity to return even a fraction of the love and kindness you had shown them.

“Life experience, I guess?” you said with a self deprecating laugh.

“Then I guess we just have to change that. Look, I know my brothers would all do anything they could for you, but no matter what, you can come to me. Even if it’s just to hold you like this and sleep together. Just...don’t cry alone anymore, okay?” Belphie pressed another kiss to your forehead before resting his head against yours. You had done so much for him, he’d spend the rest of his life thanking you if he could. And if you needed to talk, or even just needed to cuddle, he wanted to be the one there for you.

You snuggled closer to Belphegor, wrapping your arm firmly around his waist. You wanted to believe him. If what he said was true, nothing could make you happier. Still, doubt and anxiety clawed at your heart, picking at old wounds that had never fully healed. But when you felt Belphie give you a reassuring squeeze, you were reminded of the fact that he was with you right now. So even if he was wrong about his brothers, you at least had him. And that made all the difference in the world.

#200 followers #anon request #request #gn!mc #platonic belphie #platonic relationships #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphie #belphie x mc #belphie fanfic #belphie angst #obey me angst #obey me fanfic

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arhvste · 4 years

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KOZUME KENMA - WORK OF ART

request - could it be possible to get a kenma fic/scenario where his gf or girl crush is an artist and often draws him- probably hides it n testu or someone finds it and shows him so now they go on lip dates where kenma just plays his games and she draws him just like extra fluffy if you can I love kenma so much 🥺🥺🥺 if it’s too much then just something fluffy with ken ! thank you!

warnings - none

an - thank you for the request anon i just know kuroo the little shit would show his best friend all the drawings he finds 😈

classes were boring enough as it is but learning about the history or hiragana? what was the need?

sitting by the window seat, you had the obvious choice to stare outside the glass as class dragged along but you hardly found yourself looking outside at the window. instead, you would look and admire a classmate of yours.

kozume kenma.

he was one of the prettiest boys you’d ever seen. even his actions were so delicate and gentle to which would encourage the light butteries in your stomach to flutter a little more while you watched him. it wasn’t long before you found yourself sketching the bleached haired boy.

you were an avid artist with a beautiful talent. drawing kenma seemed a little out of your comfort zone at first. when you noticed you’d been sketching him for a few weeks you tried to consciously stop yourself, you didn’t want to feel like a creep who would just stare and draw someone. these sketches captured the boy’s calmness perfectly though and you found you couldn’t help yourself but continue, even deciding to add more detail into particular pieces you liked.

you told yourself that you were just using him as inspiration. you weren't infatuated with the boy, just inspired. no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself of this though, you found yourself enjoying drawing him more than anyone or anything else bringing you to the conclusion that yes, maybe you were perhaps a little smitten with him. not that you’d ever let him find out though.

your sketch book was littered with an assortment of drawings. some finished down to the smallest detailed and others half done, lazily sketched and yet to be completed. kenma took up most of the occupation of the pages though. surrounded by statues, flowers and other pretty things you often drew kenma as the centre piece for all your pages.

the drawings you skillfully created depended on your mood and kenma’s mood on the day. some days, kenma would be struggling to keep his concentration on the lesson going on in front of him, other days he’d be almost interested and looked as if he was putting more effort into his work. your most favourite days, were ones where kenma was lazily interested in the lesson. he would often propt is chin under his hand, eyes prettily fluttering occasionally while trying to stay awake (probably sleep deprived from excessive hours of gaming) and he would sometimes even use a thin black bobby pin to pin his long hair out of his face to stop his field of vision from closing in tempting him to fall into a slumber in the midst of class. those days were your favourite. he looked extra pretty.

today just happened to be one of those days as you gazed at kenma who at this moment had his hair messily pinned out of his face, eyes drooping every so often with the setters head dropping ever so slightly every time he felt the weight of sleep too heavy to handle. one hand placed under his chin, keeping his head from completely falling onto the desk and the other weakly holding his pen as he attempted to keep up with the classes notes.

you wanted to draw him in this moment really, but you did happen to feel bad for the blonde. he was obviously struggling to keep his head clear enough to focus so you decided now was a good opportunity to step out of your comfort zone a little.

“kozume-san? you whispered ever so gently.

kenma’s eyes widened slightly at the sound of his voice being called. he tilted his head in you direction and blinked his twinkly golden eyes at you

“hm?”

“d-do you want me to uh keep up with your notes for you?”

kenma’s eyes softened at the sound of your gentle voice.

“why would you want to do that l/n?”

“i can see you’re struggling to stay focused. we sit near the back and the teacher isn't interested in looking in our direction. you can catch up on a bit of sleep - o-only if you want though you don't have to!”

you knew you were blushing now. maybe you should’ve just minded your own business but in a split second you knew it was all worth it.

kenma gave you a small but genuine smile. fuck. it was so pretty. he was so pretty. his smile wasn’t blinding no, more of a gentle angelic glowing light that warms ones heart. the rare sort of golden light that can only be captured in a small time window each day and only through clear skies. you had made kozume kenma smile and you knew you were right to have stepped out your comfort zone.

“you’re observant. its much appreciated l/n, thank you. let me know how i can repay you after.”

his soft voice heavy with sleep sent the butteries in your stomach to go off in a frenzy. his delicate hands handed you his class book and he blushed so lightly it wasn't even noticeable at the subtle contact of your fingers brushing past each other.

he gave you a gentle nod as he laid his head down gently on his desk and gave into the strong craving to fall into a sleep.

drawing and writing were two things that came naturally to you. you were able at completing both tasks at a quick speed but you did it so flawlessly. you took a shy pride in your notes and classwork as you did with your drawings. both aesthetically pleasing to look at, but full of appropriate and useful content.

writing kenma’s notes alongside yours wouldn’t be a problem to you.

however, this would cause one in the unbeknownst future to you.

class ended about 50 minutes after you had encouraged kenma to have a small sleep. classmates were closing their notebooks and packing up their things. you gently tapped the sleeping setters shoulder with notes in your hand.

after a few taps the boy slowly lifted his head and gently rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. your heart melted at the sight of his eyes flickering while adjusting to the light. the slightly darkened sun depicting his eyes as gold speckled pools of honey, his nose scrunched up as he allowed his body to wake up. was there ever a time this boy was ugly? he seemed to be attractive doing everything, it wasn’t fair.

taking the book from your hands he nodded and gave you a shy smile.

“thank you, l/n. please tell me how i can repay you”

“oh! please don't worry about it! you looked like you needed a recharge i’m just happy you were able to do just that.”

“you’re a kind person l/n. but don’t hesitate to let me know if you ever need a favour.”

and with that, the setter packed up the few papers he had been resting on and then slightly bowing at you before heading out the door most likely to get ready for practice.

you smiled to yourself and headed out your classroom to leave for home knowing you had done a good deed for the day and you had happened to have your first direct interaction with the boy you’d been delicately sketching for the past couple of months.

“kenma! you’re 2 minutes and 38 seconds later than usual! we can't afford to have the brain of the team slacking.” kuroo teased his best friend with an irritating smile.

“was talking to a classmate. she helped keep me up with the class notes.” kenma spoke boredly as he set his bag down so he could change into his gym clothes.

“notes eh? offended you wouldn't just ask me for help. this feels like betrayal.”

kenma rolled his eyes at his friend’s childish behaviour and dug through his bag to look for his clothes.

“the offer was there so i just took it. besides, l/n’s handwriting is much more eligible than yours.”

“ouch. are they as detailed though?”

“probably even more.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“look for yourself.” kenma shrugged nodding towards his schoolbag.

kuroo wandered over to kenma’s bag and pulled the classwork book out.

“uh yeah i guess these are pretty ne- oHOHO what do we have here?”

kuroos eyes danced over the pages, a shit eating grin spreading across his face.

“i hate when you pull that face what’s wrong with you?” kenma’s disgusted face looked up at kuroo who looked like he was having an internal field day.

“l/n eh? i think someones got a little crush on you kenma.”

“what?”

kuroo turned the book around to show the pages to kenma who’s eye widened.

there was the pages you had littered with beautifully depicted drawings of kenma.

both boys were silent as kenma’s eyes scanned over the pages.

“no reaction? personally i’d be flattered if someone drew me that much and with such good detail too.”

kenma was still processing all the drawings as a million possible reasons for why you’d drawn him so much ran though his head.

did you think he was attractive?

was it a crush like kuroo had teased?

did you just need a reference and he just so happened to be there?

were the drawings actually him or were they just someone scarily similar?

“sooooo... you gonna talk to her then?”

kuroo smiled teasingly at the now blushing setter.

“i’ll just give this back to her. it’s obviously personal and she might even explain herself when she sees that i have her book.”

kuroo shrugged and put the book back in kenma’s bag.

“i think it’s cute kenma, take my advice, you should take the opportunity to get to know her a little, she's obviously interested in you.”

kenma snorted at his friends words slightly as he begun to follow him out the changing rooms and into the gym to join the rest of the team.

“ironic the relationship virgin is giving me advice.”

kuroo could only roll his eyes and laugh.

“to think you’d be the one to get a girl first, in my defence i’m too busy for relationships.”

“okay mr docosahexaenoic acid, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

you had just arrived home and you felt the weight of the day lift itself off of you as you threw your shoes off and dropped your bag to the floor in your bedroom.

you bag tipped over with some of the contents spilling out causing you to huff but get up and pick it up anyway.

then you saw it.

your heart dropped.

“fuck.”

‘kozume kenma’ was written on the front of one of your classwork books. how had you been so stupid in getting them mixed up.

you began to panic and think of solutions to this fresh dilemma.

“maybe i should just tell him that i just like him nows a chance? no that's stupid why would i do that? i’ll just tell him it’s a model that just looks similar to him. no, that’s not believable is it? fuck it. i’m moving country.”

you screamed into your pillow but then stopped when you remembered something.

kenma was in practice right now. there’s no way he could’ve opened the book and bothered checking the work right? why would he bother doing that?

you checked the time on your phone. 3:28pm. you still had a while until practice was over. that would be more than enough time to go into the changing rooms and swap the books before anyone notices. and even if he had opened the book already, when he saw his book was back in his bag, you could easily play it off as if he had dreamt the drawings up as he would’ve just woken up and still been drowsy.

you wasted no time grabbing your shoes and the book to sprint out the door. school wasn’t too far from your house, a 17 minute walk to be exact. your legs started to ache at the sudden intense action of you sprinting like your life depended on it. well, your life did depend on it. if kenma saw them and thought you were weird, what were you to do then? dropping out of school seemed like the most reasonable option.

finally reaching the gates you caught your breath. getting to school was a 17 minute walk but a 9 minute run. once you gathered your thoughts you quietly approached the gym to peek inside. there the team were training and focused on the court. going in through the front of the school and walking through the halls to get to the changing rooms through the back way, you gripped the book tightly as you got to the boys changing rooms.

a quiet prayer was muttered before entering. the changing room was surprisingly clean and didn't smell like over sprayed deodorant and excessive sweat like you’d imagined. you let out a sigh of relief as you scanned the room for kenma’s stuff before noticing it at the end of the room.

“just in and out.” you muttered under your breath as you walked swiftly over to the setter’s belongings

digging through kenma’s stuff proved to be quite stressful. you were so focused on not getting caught, you failed to noticed the door separating the gym and changing rooms open.

“uh l/n?”

you jumped and turned your head to the owner of the voice.

there stood a slight sweaty and tired looking kenma who had offered to return to the changing rooms to grab one of yaku’s extra kneepads.

“uhhh i can explain.. our books got um mixed up and i uh well -”

“you’re talented you know.” kenma gave you a small almost ghost smile.

your face instantly heated up at the small praise the boy had given you.

“w-what?”

“the drawings. i must say, i was surprised when i saw them but, you have talent y/n and... i don’t mind if you keep drawing me...”

kenma’s shy persona caused the last part to come out so quietly you almost didn't hear him.

“i’ll keep that in mind.” you smiled as you approached kenma to give him his book back.

he muttered a quiet thanks and went through his own bag to fish you out your book to give back to you. the tension was awkward but not heavy enough to drive either of you away instantly. both of you holding back in anticipation waiting for one of you to talk.

“so um, do you wanna maybe go out sometime? you don’t have to.”

your eyes softened again as you shyly nodded.

“i would like that kozume-san.”

“kenma. call me kenma.”

months had passed since then. you found you had things in common with the setter and found his neutral presence calming. he wasn’t too loud or in your face but he also wasn’t completely extroverted to the point where you’d sit in awkward silence like people often assumed he was like.

you had met his team and family and they all welcomed you with open arms eager to get to know the girl who had drawn kenma not only on paper but drawn him out of his comfort zone gently.

the two of you weren’t big on going out on dates. you would both often opt to stay in and enjoy each other’s company. kenma would game and you would draw, the two of you engaging in soft and relaxing conversation. kenma would never admit it out loud, but he loved the days where you would draw him. he would act like he was too immersed in his game to notice you sketching away but he felt a sense of pride in him whenever he noticed you using him as your model.

you had grown more confident in yourself and often allowed kenma to see your drawings. you decided since you were using him as your reference, the least you could do was show him how you portrayed him and every time he would compliment and praise you for your work.

“you know i’m glad i felt extra tired that one day you offered to do my notes.”

you hummed and looked up at your boyfriend.

“yeah? i’m just gad you weren’t weirded out by my book.”

kenma offered a gentle smile at you.

“weirded out? i was taken aback but not weirded out. i was ever so slightly flattered even. thank you for seeing some sort of beauty in me.”

brushing his hair out of his face you smiled softly as you leaned closer to his face to whisper your final words before pressing a delicate kiss to his lips.

“no, thank you for being a work of art.”

#kozume kenma #kenma x reader #kenma x you #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!

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nieladasdenani · 3 years

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Supercorp where kara hints that she loves when Lena waers suits and continuously tries to be sneaky in getting her to wear them. I think it would be adorable if it was set before they are dating but honestly do whatever you think is better😇😇❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi, Anon! Thank you for the prompt! I hope you enjoy it! (You can read it on AO3 if you prefer)

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“You’re wearing a dress”.

It’s not a question, but a statement that comes out of Kara’s disappointed? outraged? mouth. So Lena frowns down at her very sexy, very expensive designer dress.

“Yes?”

“Huh”

“What...” the fuck?

Lena looks down again. And, she’s sorry, but she actually looks pretty damn good in this dress. She spent the better part of her before-bed-routine thinking about what she would wear today. And she specifically selected this dress because of how well it hugs her figure and because of the color. Because Kara, herself, has told Lena time and again how good she looks in this color. How pretty her eyes shine next to it. So, yes, what the fuck?

“Nothing just... Nothing. You look gorgeous!” But Kara is frowning. No, pouting. And Lena knows she’s not an expert on Kryptonian culture or social etiquette. But she knows this Kryptonian very well. And Kara is upset because Lena is wearing this dress.

“I could change?...” With no superpowers, Lena just saw a flash of hope in Kara’s eyes. She’s sure of it. Before:

“No! No? No, no. Lena, you look amazing. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just tired”

“Are you all right?” Now she’s worried. Maybe Supergirl had some sort of top-secret mission.

“No. Yes, I’m fine. Just... It’s nothing. Promise.” And, finally, she smiles a genuine smile. A Lena smile. One that Lena can’t help but return, despite being a bit confused about her friend's behavior.

“Very well. Shall we?”

“Of course!”

And off they go. They’ll be joining the rest of the group at the new and improved alien bar. M’gann’s alien bar. It’s a sort of inauguration, but a more private one, before the grand opening they’re planning for next week. Lena is delighted that her dark chapter with Kara is in the past. They both worked really hard to mend their relationship and themselves. Years of traumas definitely influenced the terrible outcome. But neither could avoid their responsibility nor blame it all on their respective pasts. Therapy and hard work from them both have not only reanimated their friendship, but Lena would dare say it’s better than ever. They are better than ever, So much so that Lena is hopeful for more. She’ knows Kara feels the same. But they’re cautious of not rushing into anything.

It’s why she thought so hard on her outfit for the celebration tonight. She’s supposed to be wooing Kara and instead she, apparently, disappointed.

“Do you think I’m overdressed?” Lena asks, just to try and see if she can figure out what the deal is. Because Kara herself is looking very fine in her own dress. Her lovely hair curled up in a simple but fancy bun, exposing her strong neck, which makes Lena wish she was a vampire, so she could sink her teeth in it.

“What? No! Lena! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude before. You look beautiful and perfect, as usual.” At Lena’s raising eyebrow she keeps going, a tad nervous. “I just thought you, uh, would maybe wear a suit? I mean, you, ah, you said they’re more comfortable, and I want you to be comfortable. Because it’s a celebration between friends! So you should be as comfy as possible, right?” And she lets out that adorable nervous little giggle she does, that never fails to make Lena smirk (or smile... or melt)

“Huh. Well, I didn’t even think about a suit for the occasion. I usually wear them for business. You know, intimidating CEO and all.” Lena teases, hoping to lighten the mood and move on but, oh. Kara is blushing?

“Yeah” Is a breath more than speech. And Lena’s brain is working at a speed that would leave Barry behind. But they’re here. They have arrived at the bar, and she has to let it go. For now. The best thing about M’gann’s bar is that it serves alien alcohol. Which was exciting before. But now? Now she’s eager to get in and let a couple of hours pass.

A couple of hours had passed and Kara is wonderfully tipsy. Most of them are, actually. But Lena had a new goal in mind for the night, so she refrained from consuming too much, or too fast. She’s watching Kara like a hawk because she doesn’t want the alien to get drunk. Her blue eyes are just barely glassed, her cheeks tinted the prettiest pink, and she can’t seem to be able to stop smiling. Or giggling.

They have sung, they have danced, laughed, and eaten. Now, Lena knows, they’re close to ending the night. They have spread in little groups, conversing. So she waits for the moment Nia leaves Kara to go in search of Brainy to sit next to her.

“Hello, darling.”

“Lena!” Kara beams at her. Lena wants to kiss her.

“Enjoying yourself?” Kara nods and lets her eyes roam over Lena’s whole body. “Enjoying the view?” She tries, because, why not?

“Yeah”

“I thought you didn’t like this outfit”

“What? No! I love it! You look so pretty!”

“Huh. I don’t know. You seemed disappointed I didn’t wear a suit?”

“Yeah.” Kara exhales and looks down at Lena’s body again. “You look so sexy in your suits”

“Is that so?”

“Uh-huh. So badass. And sexy. Did I mention how sexy you look in your suits?”

“You did” Lena's smile is so big she’s worried she might dislocate her jaw. “I wish I knew before how much you wanted to see me in them.”

“Why?”

“Eyes up here, Supergirl.”

“Uh... sorry”

“See? You can’t see my breasts as well in a three-piece suit.”

“So much sexy”

“The dress or the suit?”

“The suit! Always the suit, Lena. So sexy”

“God I want to kiss you” And, oh, Lena did not want to say that out loud. At least not here or now. But now Kara is looking her in the eye. Her smile is so bright, it could probably recharge her Kryptonian cells.

“Yeah?” At Lena’s nod, she confesses: “I want to kiss you, too. I want to kiss you all the time. Especially when you’re wearing a suit.”

And that’s it. Lena takes Kara’s face in her hands as if she’s made of glass instead of being one of the most powerful creatures on Earth, and kisses her senseless. Or she would if it weren’t for a pointed clearing of a throat, right behind her.

“Come on, Luthor! Really? You’re going to kiss my little sister on a bar for the first time?” And Lena leans back, not letting go of Kara’s face, closing her eyes to savor the fact that she kissed her. She did. And it was all she ever thought it would be. But better. So Alex’s purposed dig is not going to ruin this for her. Kara, however...

“Alex! Go away! Don’t you have a girlfriend to kiss yourself?”

“Oh, you think I’m not going to take the chance to annoy you guys on your first kiss? What kind of big sister do you take me for?” And Lena chances a look at Alex over her shoulder because she doesn’t sound drunk at all. Not even tipsy. And Lena’s glare softens when she thinks of Kara worrying over her sister's drinking problem. Thinks of how much Alex has worked on her own issues. And of how much the fact that both Danvers sisters had worked so hard on themselves has made their bond all the stronger.

“The best sister!” Kara says, solemn, not a hint of tease in her voice. And then is Alex softening. And Lena is so grateful that Kara has this. That she worked on fixing things with Alex, too. Because she could not get in between these two.

“Come on, you dorks. We’re all leaving.”

And yes, there’s only the three of them inside. The place looks kind of tidy. Which, when did that happen? So, they gather their things and get outside with the rest.

“You’ll take her?” Alex asks Lena once they have all shared good-bye hugs. And Lena turns to see Kara squishing M’Gann, again. Smiles:

“Always”.

#ficlet #Supercorp pormpt #Anonymous #Supercorp

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fantasydaydreamers · 4 years

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“Behind Brothel Doors”

Summary: Not being in a relationship is a challenge to your sex life. Fed up with your complaints, your best friend gives you a certificate to a seductive one-night stay at an elite brothel. While laughing off the situation and mocking her, once you find yourself in front of alluring scarlet eyes...maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Words: 4,479

Warnings: Smut

Author’s Note: NEW SERIES!!!

✨ Please keep in mind this is a quirkless au✨

✨Part 2✨ •✨Part 3✨

The dry spell you've been having was starting to get to you. Typically, you weren't the type of person who would want to go to drastic measures, but this was ridiculous. It's gotten to the point now where you just wanted to be sated. To have at least some kind of release not caused by yourself...was that honestly too much to ask for?

"Oh really?" Your best friend was currently sprawled out on your bed flipping through a magazine, absently looking up once in a while to glance at you pacing back and forth across your room. From her lack of enthusiasm in response to your rant, you stop suddenly in your tracks and sigh, collapsing to the ground dramatically.

"Pay attention to me! I know you don't understand what I'm talking about, but you could at least listen," you huff out, glaring daggers at the only person here in a stable relationship. Your best friend and her boyfriend have been together for years, and as happy as you were for her, you were getting tired of being the third wheel. Going out with them and watching them make kissy-faces at each other made you gag.

Is it cute? I guess. Were you happy for them? Totally. Do you enjoy listening to her vent about their sexual activities? Absolutely not. Yeah, okay, girl code and gossip is in every friend group, but when all you have is your hand and an extra pair of two AAA batteries, that's not gossip...it's downright sad and you were frustrated by it all.

She smirks and closes the magazine to look at you, leaning her cheek in the palm of her hand. "I don't understand why you're so upset. There's nothing wrong with being single and wanting to get laid. That's called being horny, sweetheart."

Holding back the urge to scream, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. "I know what the fuck it is, thank you. Unfortunately, you bitch, I think I'm starting to get carpal tunnel in my wrists. At this rate, by the time something happens, I'm going to be old and crippled."

Your best friend snorts and covers her mouth. "At least you'll have nothing but gums." Screaming, you look at her in shock watching her roll onto her side laughing. You stare in disbelief at her gasping figure. I hate her.

"W-wait." She rolls back on her stomach while trying to catch her breath. "I know how much this has been bothering you, so don't say I wasn't listening," she points an accusing finger at you sternly. "I have a present for you." Getting up from your bed, she walks over to her purse and pulls out a large envelope. "Here."

Sitting up from your position on the floor, you take the envelope from her hand, confused. "A present? Why?" You thumb the edge of the flap hesitantly, suspicious by the sudden surprise. Knowing what you were thinking, she rolls her eyes and motions with her hand to open it. Breaking the seal, you pull out a red and black piece of paper.

By the time you were done reading, your jaw was practically on the ground as you tried to process what the hell was going on. "You're going this weekend," she calls out to you, a teasing taunt to her voice.

"I-a brothel?! You're sending me to a whore house?! Who? What? When? Why?" Finally looking up at her, you find the words to speak, complete shock and embarrassment washing over your body. The realization that she bought this for you made it even more shameful and you felt guilty.

"I went there the other day and bought you a full night. What's the harm in going to one? They exist for a reason and your horny ass is killing me." She answers all your questions while giggling, watching you struggle to sort your emotions and comprehend the situation.

"Yeah? Well at this point my 'horny ass' getting strangled sounds like a great time to me." You pause, eyes fluttering close in disbelief of those words coming out of your mouth. Of course, that's the first thing my brain settles on. The howl of laughter erupting from your best friend has you shaking your head silently, glancing over the seductive words again before whipping your head to look at her in shock.

"Wait. My horny ass is killing you?! Are you even aware of the shit you tell me?" You point an accusing finger at her and see a faint blush cover her cheeks as she rolls her eyes. Oh, you bitch. You could bring up every dirty secret she's ever told you and shut down her argument completely.

"Oh by the way, when I went there the other night, the guy working the receptionist desk was so flirty and funny. They didn't lie about 'charming words.'" She says, avoiding your question. That's what I thought.

"Tell me about him," you demand intrigued, deciding to let her slide on her response.

"Well, he had blonde hair with a black streak through it and the most hypnotizing eyes. When I asked him if they do certificates, he was trying to lure me in too. He wrote your name down, of course, and that I bought you one night, but-oh! His hand brushed mine and I felt a spark, (Y/n)! I'm in a relationship! I can't-" While she seems to recall the boy, you feel a sudden anticipation rise within you at the thought of this happening. Would the stranger even think I'm sexy? Wait. That's probably not the problem here. Ethics? Gone. Should I? No! Well-

"...I think you should go in there acting like you know what you're doing and own it." She concludes crossing her arms over her chest. "Wear some sexy lingerie under your clothes, moisturize and deep condition. Have the boys shocked for once because they probably don't get customers that put the effort in often."

You hum in thought and tuck the certificate back into the envelope. "I'm really doing this, huh?"

"Bitch, you better! I paid for it, and trust me, from what I experienced with the guy at the front desk, this is something you're going to enjoy." By her response, her confident tone doesn't leave you room to argue. "Okay...this weekend then," you agree, butterflies in your stomach.

Suddenly you're tackled into a hug. "Tell me everything when you get back. No detail left behind and you can finally shut up about buying batteries all the time." She grumbles into your hair, and you can almost picture her rolling her eyes. Pulling back from the embrace you stand up and place the envelope on your desk, lingering anxiety bubbling in your stomach. I have a week to prepare.

Ignoring the feeling, you walk to your closet to get out spare blankets for her to sleepover. "Hey! I switched to rechargeable batteries!"

"That's not the point."

~*~*~*~*

The week seemed to go by unbelievably fast and the promise you made to prepare yourself mentally may or may not have slipped your mind. However, the night you were getting ready to leave, you did remember to do a little physical self-care before leaving the house. Meaning: you were fully moisturized and currently wearing an intricately laced teddy underneath your clothes. I am staying the night but do I share a bed with this guy after...? Is he going to kick me out in the morning like hotels do?

Pulling up to the brothel did nothing but make you regret your decision to do this.

The manor stood gracefully but intimidating as you walked up to it. Clutching your overnight bag to your side, you gulped staring up at the fancy building. The towering bricks seemed to grow taller as your eyes trailed up further, glancing at the few windows with balconies overlooking the outskirts of the city. Some doors were open and you could see an outline of a curtain flowing gently with the cool night wind. The thought of some of those rooms being occupied made shivers run up your spine as you shook your head, anxiety spiking more than what it was already.

Walking through the doors, you are greeted by a lavish foyer, vacant black stain couches arranged perfectly together. Your eyes immediately find the receptionist looking bored while scrolling on his phone. Shaking off the rest of your nerves, you walk up to the black-haired man. He didn't look up at you as you approached, a loud yawn coming out of his mouth. Uh...

You clear your throat awkwardly making his head pop up in surprise. Seeing the male made your eyes widen in shock, a flush creeping up your face. Your eyes met his striking blue ones first before they trailed over the few piercings adorning his face, glinting in the low lighting, and down to the tattoos covering his neck and arms. "Oh? I haven't seen you around here before." He smirked, leaning his chin into the palm of his hand. His eyes raked your figure up and down, his smirk widening as he watches you squirm under his gaze.

Shifting under his intense stare, you meet his eyes again before looking up to his right eyebrow where two more piercings stood out. He tilted his head slightly and the barbell piercing through his ear catches your eye along with the small studs on his lobe. Distracted by the thought of him having more body piercings, you clear your throat realizing he asked you a question.

"Hi, uh... I'm new here." You pull the envelope from your bag and hand it to him, biting your lip nervously, watching his eyes take in the movement. He hums lowly in his throat in acknowledgment or a groan, you couldn't tell.

"So it seems." He reaches for the paper, his fingers brushing against yours, and begins to pull the certificate out. "I would've remembered if I've seen you before, dollface." The nickname left his lips teasingly, his eyes trailing back up yours, catching the deepening flush growing on your cheeks. He scans over the paper and leans over the counter, on his arms, closing in on your space. "So what can I do for you?"

The husky whisper sent chills down your spine as you felt a dangerous aurora surround you. A hidden trace of cigarette smoke clouded your nose, making you feel dazed as you tried to gather your thoughts. "I-um would like a room, please." The response leaves your lips in a breathy sigh, hypnotized by the man's gaze. Why can't I talk properly?! Words, (Y/n)! Use them!

"Hm...and she has manners." The low whistle that left the man's lips almost made you whimper from the praise. He leans back to grab something from under the desk, a small smirk still on his lips as he hands over what looks to be a menu of sorts. "Since it's your first time and you don't know anyone around here, you get to pick. Choose carefully." He warned teasingly.

Your eyebrows furrow at the unexpected reply. I thought they would just put me in a random room...if they all looked like this man here, I wouldn't mind. You take the laminated book from him and lay it on the counter in front of you, getting comfortable. Opening to the first page, you see an image of a green-haired male with freckles sprawled out on the bed, only covered by a thin blanket, innocent eyes staring up at the camera. A blush immediately rises to your cheeks and you hear a snort.

Pursing your lips in thought, you quickly flip through the pages of men, not bothering to analyze them before glancing up confused. "Wait. Are you not in here?" I thought there was supposed to be a blonde-haired man with a black stripe in his hair...? The question seemed to startle yourself as you watched the man's eyes widened in surprise briefly before he chuckled darkly.

He reaches over the counter, his fingers gripping your chin softly, but firmly. "You're full of surprises aren't you, dollface?" His thumb rubs softly under your bottom lip as he drags it under the spot where you were biting, holding it there. The movement almost makes you lick your lips but you stop yourself, holding your breath.

His eyes search your face as you look back at him with a longing sense of anticipation. Humming contently, he trails his eyes back down to your lips before pulling back completely. "I do work here just not in that department."

Feeling him pull away made you sigh in relief, your heart pounding against your ribcage. Departments? "What do you mean?" This place was just getting more and more interesting. The man reaches behind the desk and pulls out another menu and hands it over, snickering.

"I work underground." He nods his head to the side and you follow the movement to the far wall, between two large pillars was a dark red door. Above the door was a white neon sign labeled 'Sinners.' "We specialize in more intense activities if you know what I mean."

This place has more rooms?! Opening and closing your mouth silently, you open the new menu he gave you, flipping to find his page.

Once again you were left speechless as you finished looking over the description. Clearing your throat, you close the book calmly and slide it off to the side. "And what makes you think I wouldn't be into the more 'intense' activities?" You question with half seriousness, looking back up at him trying to keep your embarrassment at bay.

Dabi leans across the counter, his lips brushing against your ear and you feel a finger trace along your collarbones. "Are you? I would love to wrap my hands around your pretty little throat, dollface. Watch you gasp for air while begging me to fuck you like the good girl you are, right (Y/n)?"

This time, your name falls from his lips in a purr and he pulls back to look at you expectantly. By now, you could feel the heat radiating off your face, suddenly feeling lightheaded as the soft wisps of cigarette smoke and desire cloud your senses. "Hm...it's too bad it couldn't be tonight though. My boss has me working at the front desk." He sits back in his seat, his eyes flashing for a second before he takes the 'Sinners' Menu you pushed off to the side back behind the counter.

Feeling the ghost of his finger dance across your skin, you shakingly reach for the regular menu and open back to the first page. Not knowing how to respond, you keep your eyes steady on the pages, analyzing the different profiles while trying to ignore the gaze burning into your head.

After reading about Todoroki, you flip the page and your heart jumps in your throat. Lidded scarlet eyes caught your attention first, along with a cocky smirk all topped with a spiked blonde undercut. "Him." It's the only word you manage to whisper out, captured by the pure sex appeal radiating from the page. Bakugou. You sense Dabi leaning over, but don't bother looking up.

"Interesting." Dabi muses, his eyes widening, before taking the menu from you. He turns suddenly and you peek your head around him, confused. Picking up the phone he presses a few numbers and waits. "You have one coming up," Dabi says monotoned and glances over at you eavesdropping. You quickly collect yourself and look off to the side, pretending to look around the lobby. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him smirk and turn away from you slightly, murmuring into the phone. "She's new and absolutely adorable. Treat her nicely because if you don't, I already promised her I will."

It was silent for a few seconds until you heard angry shouts coming from his receiver which made him pull the phone away and hang up. He then grabs something else off the table, chuckling softly. "Here's your room key. He's on the fourth floor and his name is outside his door. Enjoy your night, dollface." Stuttering out a 'thank you,' you make your way to the elevators pressing the 'up' button. Thankfully it arrived quickly and once you were inside, you felt as if you could breathe properly again.

Pressing the button to the fourth floor, you close your eyes and rest against the wall trying to prepare yourself for what could come next after barely processing what just happened in the lobby. The fact that now the real thing was about to happen made more pleasure erupt through your body, rather than nerves. The thought of meeting this man making your thighs rub together impatient.

The doors closed and you felt your heart rate speed up the higher the elevator climbed.

~*~*~*~*

Standing outside his door, you toyed with the edge of the room key knowing that you should use it but also feeling like you should knock. '...go in there acting like you know what you're doing and own it.' You hear your best friends' words echoing in your head and you snap yourself out of it, putting the card into the slot.

The door clicks opens and you step in the room, quietly closing it behind you. Slowly, you walk into the room, taking in the spacious setting. You pass the bathroom and work your way further down the hall, where a soft light was emitting from. The first thing you notice was a black satin king-size bed lined with pillows and fur blankets, a red canopy draping over the top.

"Wow." You breathe out, dropping your bag absently on the ground.

"Shouldn't that be your reaction to seeing me, dumbass?" A husky voice calls out to you. Startled, you whip your head to the side and see Bakugou standing by the doors to the balcony holding a bottle of water. He was shirtless, only clothed by a pair of loose black sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Scarlet eyes were glaring at you while muscular arms crossed over his chest.

Seeing the male in person was nothing you could've ever prepared for. Noticing your mouth had dropped open, you regain your composure, clearing the now dry spot in your throat. "Wow." You choke out this time, your voice cracking slightly. Bakugou noticed and smirked slightly, his free hand reaching up to run through his wild blonde hair, purposely flexing, knowing that you were watching his every move.

The smirk stays on his face as he stalks towards you, placing his water down on a passing table. "That's better." His deep voice reverberated throughout the room sending shivers down your spine. You eye the solid muscular chest as it gets closer to your field of vision and gulp, eyes roaming over the defined pecs and abs. I'm screwed. Well, I'm going to get screwed. Why on earth did I do this again I'm such a...

"D-dumbass?" You squeak out, finally realizing what he called you. Bakugou comes to a stop inches away from you and scoffs. His overwhelming presence makes you take a step back, a whiff of caramel following your movement.

Bakugou sees you backing off slightly and frowns, pulling back himself. However, he recovers quickly, a teasing grin now gracing his lips. "Tell me your name if you don't like it."

"(Y/n)." Deciding to brush it off, you smile up at him, grateful he seems to understand your space. He nods slowly, eyes roaming over your body only to linger on your legs.

"So, (Y/n)," his eyes flicker back up to yours, "we have a whole night to ourselves. Is there anything you have in mind?" The corner of his mouth curves up teasingly and his expression is calculating making you feel as if you're being tested.

Does he want me to say what I think he wants me to say? Do I pounce on him? He could probably catch me too...

"I picked you for a reason so shouldn't you be 'dominant by nature' and have your way with me?" The response leaves your lips harsher than intended and you feel your body tense up by the shocked looked on Bakugou's face. '...go in there acting like you know what you're doing' my ass. Why am I like this?

Suddenly, abrupt laughter fills the room and you're torn whether to run away or fake laugh along. You watch as the laughter dies down and his eyes turn dark and intimidating. "How fucking adorable. Here I was going slow for you since you're new, but now that I know I can have my way with you...strip for me."

"I-" you start, but see his eyes narrow dangerously making you close your mouth. Biting your lip, you play with the bottom of your shirt before slowly pulling it off your head, trying to keep eye contact with him. His eyebrows raise with interest seeing the teddy being revealed and he closes the space between you two.

"Look at me." Embarrassment clear on your face, Bakugou drinks in your expression, amused, and snorts. "I already have my shirt off...I'm just making things even yet here you are trying to seduce me." His warm palms land on your waist, one hand tracing up and down the exposed part of the teddy you were wearing. A satisfied groan leaves his mouth watching the color rise on your face.

He brings his mouth down to your ear and bites down on the lobe, pulling it. "That's supposed to be my job." Sounding impressed, the words vibrate against your ear as he releases the lobe, kissing his way down your neck. Gasping, you grab onto his shoulders for support as he starts to suck at your pulse.

His hands travel from the small of your back to your ass, pulling you flush against him. A low groan coming from the back of his throat as he squeezes harshly, lifting one hand to smack the cheek before settling back into the rough massage. You moan against his neck, subconsciously arching your back so your chest presses firmly against his.

"Heh. You like that?" Bakugou pulls away from the rough treatment on your neck and does it again, making you whimper. In the low lighting you look up to him, his hooded eyes and challenging smirk watching you intensely with every reaction.

Your hands slowly make their way up to his neck, scraping your nails lightly against his skin before reaching up into his hair, pulling him down for a kiss. Once your lips meet, you wrap both arms around his neck pulling him even closer. His lips moved smoothly over yours and you could almost taste the smirk as he dominated the rhythm, the kiss starting with intense passion before fading into slower and deep kisses.

Moaning softly, you unwrap your arms from his neck and trail back down his body, feeling his muscles twitch slightly from your touch. Bakugou pulls away first, leaving you dazed, and watches, satisfied, as you try to catch your breath. Not being able to wait anymore, you fumble with your pants and the straps to the teddy, pulling them off eagerly and throwing them by your discarded bag.

Once you have them off, Bakugou wastes no time in picking you up and laying you on the bed. Leaning up on your elbows, you watch him slowly dip his hands into his sweatpants and seductively slide them down his legs. His cock springs up against his stomach and you bite your tongue, holding back any sounds that threaten to come out. So big...

He slowly crawls up the bed, staring in your eyes as his kisses his way up your leg, teasingly along your inner thigh. "Please," you whine, watching him enjoy seeing you embarrassed.

"Please what?" He taunts, his hands gripping under your thighs while looking at you expectantly.

"Please fuck me, Bakugou." The words left your mouth shyly and Bakugou growled.

With his hands under your thighs, he pulls you towards him, releasing one hand to reach down and feel your entrance. "So damn wet..." He pushes in one finger and your back arches off the bed at the feeling of something finally in you not caused by your doing.

One hand still holding your thigh up, his finger worked expertly, curling up against your g-spot watching your body tremble in pleasure. He adds another one and you moan louder, gripping the sheets to ground yourself.

"Bakugou...please..." You call out, wanting to finally feel him inside. Bakugou groans and pulls his fingers out, giving his neglected dick a few pumps while using your juices to lube it. He positions himself above you and slides in slowly, feeling your textured walls stroke his cock in deeper.

Feeling him push himself inside of you had broken whines fall from your lips as he bottoms out. Watching his expression, you moan seeing him grit his teeth and pant harshly trying to adjust to the tightness.

Smirking to yourself, you roll your hips up and Bakugou moans, hands flying to your waist to stop you. "I've been doing this for a while and I've never had a pussy this good. It's pulsing around me so nicely, (Y/n). I'm going to fuck you so hard and make this pussy mine." Bakugou rasps out thrusting in firmly.

The dirty promise made more mewls fall from your mouth as Bakugou began a steady pace, building up his speed. "Feels good~ yours Bakugou. I'm yours!" Bakugou groans in response, picking up the pace, firm strokes hitting your sweet spot every time. Your hands fly to his shoulders, nails gripping into his skin before raking down his back. "C-close~"

Bakugou reaches for your breasts, pinching your nipples, sending you over the edge. "I'm cumming," you cry out, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Bakugou leans down and bites your neck, speeding up his thrusts, while trying to muffle his own moans. Hot blinding pleasure washes over you as you arch up into him while clamping down on his cock.

"Fuck!" Bakugou thrusts one last time before releasing himself inside. The warm liquid filling you up sends another shockwave of pleasure through you as you finish riding the waves of your own orgasm.

Sweat rolls down Bakugou's body as he tries to catch his breath. He pulls out and collapses next to you, his hand coming up to push his hair back. He chuckles darkly and leans up to look at your blissed-out expression. "We're only getting started, (Y/n)."

Needless to say, not much sleeping happened, but it was definitely one erotic night you might just have to revisit sometime. After all, there are many unopened doors left in the brothel that you have yet to look behind.

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I'm anon that asked about Jun's mbti analysis. Thank you for writing it! Honestly, I didn't pay much attention to him before but after mbti episode, I started to feel he's so relatable for me personally. In Catch Stock when he shrunk himself the moment the members looked at him, I do that A LOT. And never run out topics to talk about n actually talkative, me too that many people who's I'm comfortable with but not close enough to actually know me on personal level never believe me when I said I'm an introvert cuz I can be such a chatterbox once I feel comfortable. Lookat me know rambling tmis 🙈😂

And about hiding struggles as well cause not wanting to make orhers worried, same. Upon reading your analysis, I'm glad that it's not just me that feel his personality is like what you've described. It amazes me how I relate to him while zodiac wise I suppose we should be rather different, he's a gemini and I'm a scorpio. But then again, I do relate to other infps in svt at some level, tho not as much as Jun. Sorry for my lengthy comment. If you don't mind can you do Hoshi's too? 😆

Also, if it's still available or if you accept any anon, can I be anon 🌵? Thank you so much!

hi!! so sorry this took me way longer than expected, my week has been 🤕🤕🤕 but im back! jun was so cute in catch stock 😭 the way he shrank when they all started screaming is such a picture perfect example of infp JDFKHDJKFH like of course he had the intuition and brains to invest correctly and get the most money (plus the bonus of guessing the right ones to invest in on the first round) but literally no one was more shocked than him LMAO. another part of that ep that i think really shows his personality is when they were strategizing and jeonghan and minghao kinda took the lead, he just laughed and was like "the importance of picking the right team" JHDFKHDF i adore him so much

you would be surprised how similar scorpios and geminis can be!!! i'm not a zodiac expert (i can't be good at everything i'm too tired 😭) but my best friend is a gemini and two of my other super super close friends are scorpios, and it's amazing the way they can bounce off each other. you're a fire sign, while jun is air, but the vibes are... similar somehow? insert some lengthy poetry about how fire needs air to exist blah blah KJSDFJ

okay! gay little oolong has been made. let's get into hoshi's personality analysis!!! again, sorry this took so long to get to 😭 my overwhelmed little brain couldn't handle another one of these for a couple of days.

quick overview of infps (i've done this three times now LMAO but in case this is anyones first time reading one of my analyses): mediators are super loyal, very sensitive to others feelings, and they value harmony and authenticity.

i've said this before i think, but hoshi is my mom's bias (she's practically ot13, but she said hoshi is a SLIVER above everyone else. another cute thing: she says she loves seventeen as if they were my friends 😭😭😭 mama bbugyu ily) and she says one of the reasons she loves him so much is because he does things sometimes and they remind her of me LMAOOO she calls us her twins because we were born the same year only a month apart 😭 and honestly.... yeah. i relate to him a lot LOL his brand of infp is definitely most similar to what i was when i was a little bit younger (i used to float between the mediator and the advocate in my teens, but i think i'm solidly in infj now). a lot of people seem to be shocked that he's introverted, but it really doesn't surprise me at all - we can be loud and rambunctious! we can be outgoing! we just need to be alone and quiet to recharge our battery. you can tell by the way he is when he does solo vlives or like.. that one vlive where he was with jeonghan sitting on his bed. he would just sit quietly and stare out the window with his hand over his mouth and jeonghan was like "why are we live lol" but that's how he relaxes! i think he enjoys company that he can share comfortable quiet with.

infps have so much going on in their heads, they can't help but ramble a little bit (so don't apologize!!!), even if they're can be shy or nervous in front of people they don't know well. a lot of times, i feel like hoshi forgets that he's shy LOL like he'll just go off and then u see in his eyes that he suddenly realises that he's rambling and gets shy mid sentence in interviews. but that's so endearing to me!!! you can tell his passion takes over sometimes haha. he is so cute

i thought it was so wonderful that hoshingi selected jun and hao as the members that were the most thoughtful this year. he said it was because he knew they missed their families, but they always put seventeen first and stay in korea 😭 the fact that he's so empathetic towards their struggle with being away from home says a lot, i think, especially because he's their leader in performance unit. honestly the fact that he pointed it out at all makes him one of the most thoughtful members in my opinion.

i said this in jun's as well, but i think it's even more obvious with hoshi: infps are known to overlook details, until they are in stressful or high pressure situations, they become blunt and detail oriented. hoshi is THE PICTURE of this. he helps with choreo and the way he monitors the group and points out tiny details is SO specific. like, "you're leg is at 50° and it should be at 45" specific, which i sure some people would take as nitpicky, but the other members know it's not personal. i know they all pay attention to this, but i feel like seventeen wouldn't be so praised for synchronization without soonyoungie.. it's really his claim to fame. and again, as the performance team leader, i think he takes that role really seriously.

the tertiary cognitive function of infps is introverted sensing, which in layman terms means that instead of processing things in the moment, hoshi reviews memories after the fact and analyzes when he's alone. there have been several times where hoshi has brought up things during vlives that have happened and talks about how he thought the way he reacted or the action he took was regrettable, and he just kinda pouts and says "ah i guess that's how it is," but you can see in his face he's still thinking about it. i think he relives these moments in this way, and sometimes it can be overwhelming emotionally. i know he really regretted his mistake speaking japanese at mama this year 😭 i hope he doesn't beat himself up so much about things like that! infps can hold onto those things for too long... but i think he benefits from having members and carats that tell him to stop worrying about it. these things happen, yk? it isn't productive to dwell too much on mistakes beyond learning from them.

thanks again for requesting these! i really do love doing them ❣️

#ask #🌵 anon #junie #soony d #svt hc #hes just so cute

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the art of love | cs

pairing: choi san x reader ft. mentions of park seonghwa

word count: 5.1k

genre: artist!reader, florist!san, exes to lovers au | angst, fluff

warnings: minor swearing

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How many deep breaths did I have to take to put myself together every time I started driving back to my hometown?

I think I stopped counting five years ago. It didn’t matter how many times I had done that, it had always driven me crazy.

But this time, it was worse.

“Please, text me when you’re on your way. Let’s meet at Jjinsong’s Café before going home. Be safe, love you!”

Yet, I couldn’t be mad. I missed my family too much to be upset over that. It’s been seven years, y/n, get over it!

I replied to my sister with a short message full of heart emojis and I put my phone inside my pocket. I started the car and glanced at my (ex?) apartment floor. Hope to see you empty when I get back.

Last time I visited my family’s home in Namhae, it was all tears and sad eyes. Making my way back to Seoul was one of the hardest things for me. However, every time I went back to the capital city, the driver’s seat was always taken by the same man, who at least tried to make my trip bearable by holding one of my hands when he could. But that day, I was the one driving, all alone.

I couldn’t break the news to my mother over the phone. She had gotten attached to him over the years. But she didn’t knew the whole truth, and honestly, going back to Namhae was way cheaper than calling my mom to tell her that I had rejected my boyfriend’s marriage proposal without second thoughts, and that my life was just a mess in general.

And I also needed to see her, my dad, my sister and my nephews. They were going to help healing my open scars. At least try to.

I picked a random playlist and kept it on repeat the whole trip. Fortunately, being a Thursday, the traffic was not that bad, especially at such an early hour. I really didn’t want to stay under that roof any longer. I felt miserable there. Why did I have to put it off that much?

“Why did you have to put it off that much?”

“I wonder exactly the same”

My sister looked at me with a raised eyebrow while she quietly sipped her coffee.

It had always amazed me how calm and collected Eunjung acted and reflected in situations like mine. She would never get upset unless it was the end of the world, and that hardly ever happened.

“I knew something was wrong since the last time you came home with him”

“But it was not that bad back then”

“You sure?”

“Well…”

He had been promoted a week before and his father had announced that he was soon going to retire, leaving him his position as CEO of one of the greatest companies in South Korea. It had easily gone to his head, and I wasn’t able to stand staying in the same room every time he brought that up.

“Maybe you’re right” I sighed, quietly stirring my own coffee. “I honestly don’t know, Jung. I didn’t like to think about it because it meant doing something about it. And I think I was way too comfortable living like that to try and change it.”

“And he made you do it”

“Pretty much, yes. I couldn’t get married to him. I don’t think I loved him enough to sacrifice what I wanted in life just for him”

“I’m glad you did that, y/n. It means you’re still chasing your dreams”

“I mean, yeah. I have always been. Not actively, but I kept dreaming about having my very own gallery, and everyone in Seoul wanting to have my art pieces on their living room’s walls.”

“Why not everyone in the country? Or in the world?”

“My dreams are more of the realistic type, Jung” I chuckled, munching my last chocolate cookie.

“How are you going to tell mom?”

“With your help?” I smiled innocently, trying to display the best puppy face I could master.

“And how do you want me to do that? ‘Hi mom, y/n here broke up with Seonghwa right after he proposed to her because it was not the life she wanted! Please don’t be that happy, it will break her poor heart!’”

“Eunjung! Please!” I begged “She won’t leave me alone and…”

“She will” my oldest and only sister interrupted me, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. “There’s been a rumour going around…”

“Wait, what’s going on?”

Eunjung sipped from her blue coffee mug and looked at me with the same innocent eyes I had displayed some seconds ago. Then, she quietly put the mug down and got closer to me over the wooden table, encouraging me to do the same. Once we were close enough to avoid being heard by the rest of the customers, she whispered in my ear.

“Rumour has it that Choi San is getting divorced”

I resoundingly sat back down, looking at my sister with a mix of weird emotions in my eyes. I hadn’t heard his name in ages. Not because I happened to not hear it, but just because I had deliberately asked my family not to bring his name up when I was around.

“Eunjung…”

“His wife cheated on him”

“Please, stop” I murmured, tightly closing my eyes, trying to get rid of the million memories that my brain decided to bring back after so many years of suppressing them. “You know how I feel about him”

“You’re telling me that after more than seven years you’re still upset about him and what you went through? You were like twenty years old, c’mon! You’re a woman now, y/n!”

“I was twenty two, and yes, I’m over it. But I don’t want to know, hear or talk about him. He’s dead to me. He’s been dead to me since the day I moved to Seoul, and will be until the end of my days”

“I didn’t know it was that deep”

“You were too busy taking care of your babies, Jung. And I’m not complaining here, I just know that you never got the full story, but it’s OK. It’s in the past now”

“You sure?”

“Stop making me question my life!” I cried, throwing a used paper napkin right at her face.

“What do you want me to say?”

My mom had always been understanding. She would calmly nod and hug me, telling me that everything was going to be okay, and letting me soak her blouse with my teenage tears. However, there were situations in which you could never guess what her reaction would be. And that was one of those times.

“Honey, I think we all knew that you were going to end things with that guy” my dad intercepted “but we weren’t aware of the fact that it was that bad”

“In all honestly, I wasn’t either” I murmured “it was just my routine. I had been waking up next to him for nearly five years. I had a job that let me live comfortably and not worry about anything else than buying expensive clothes every now and then because I was supposed to be accompanying Seonghwa in every fucking company’s party” I allowed me to cry for the first time, letting the pain and desperation out “I was living like a damn princess. But I never wanted that. I had never wanted that!” I sobbed. A pair of gentle arms held me tight, and I instantly knew that it was my mom. I hugged her back, holding onto her like she was the only oxygen mask available in a crashing plane.

“I know dear, I know. And I’m proud of you. You did what you wanted to do, because you should always do that. And it’s OK. It will never be a bad thing to follow your heart, y/n”

I nodded, drying the flowing tears with the back of my sleeve. “Thank you mom, dad. I love you”

“We love you too, darling” my dad affectionately kissed my cheek, chuckling when I showed him a weak smile. “Why don’t you take a shower while I finish preparing lunch? I bet your nephews want to see you as much as you do”

“Yeah, will do” I nodded, grabbing my large pastel purple suitcase. “I need to recharge before seeing those little demons”

The whole Thursday and the day before had been an emotional rollercoaster, so I expected to get the sleep I deserved. But sometimes things don’t go as planned. Just like my life, really.

The first night that I slept in my old room was just a blessing. No alarm clocks were rushing me out of bed, no angry faces were shaking me out of sleep, and no boring tasks were waiting for me in my office’s desk.

“Aunt, wake up!”

I opened one of my eyes when the curtain was drawn and sunlight hit my face. I was about to bury my head in one of my pillows when the oldest of my nephews, Jiwon, took it away from me and slapped me with it.

“Mommy’s taking us to the park so we can have a picnic as breakfast!”

“And told us to wake you up so you can go with us!”

“Please, auntie! Wake up!”

I wanted to scream. I swear to God I loved those kids, but sometimes they made me think twice about having my own in the future. Yeah, well, it won’t happen anyways. You’re single now, and you’ll probably be forever.

“C’mon auntie! Or mommy will be upset!” Jihwan cried.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I sat up, rubbing my eyes. “Go tell your mom that I’ll be downstairs in like 10 minutes”

“Okey dokey!”

Getting ready in the mornings was not my favourite thing to do. I liked to pick whatever was clean in my closet and wear it like it was a Prada dress. Nonetheless, it was never like that for me. I had to be well dressed. I had to wear the actual Prada dress. I just couldn’t choose.

But that day, I could.

After taking a shower, I took my old, worn out pair of jeans out of my suitcase and put them on.

“It’s been so long since I wore these jeans” I whispered, caressing the fabric.

Next, I chose a simple, colourful shirt that I myself had intervened years ago, and tucked it in. The most comfortable pair of sneakers finished my look.

“You look like you’re twenty again”

“Oh Lord Jesus, knock next time!” I shouted, startled by my sister’s voice.

“You’re back to being you. I like that” she smiled at me from the door frame. “But hurry up! These kids are driving me crazy down there”

Taking a look around that familiar yet so long forgotten park, made me feel emotional once again. That was the reason why I always tried to avoid it every time I decided to return to Namhae. My hometown brought back too many memories, memories that I had decided to erase seven years ago.

But I was tired of it. And at that moment, my future was uncertain — what I had always feared the most. Bringing back painful memories was nothing for me at that point.

“Fluffy is crazy!”

“Give it to me, Hwanie” I took the red dog leash from my youngest nephew’s hand, trying to prevent the huge dog from running around the park chasing the ducks, and probably throwing to the ground the old ladies that were feeding them. “When did this dog get this big?”

“We are feeding him puppy food that makes him stronger, auntie!”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t d… Fluffly!” the dog was able to release himself from the leash while I was giving wise advice, and started running towards the ducks, leaving us four way too far away to stop him before a massacre happened.

“Oh no!”

I reacted as fast as I could, although I knew I was way too late. My legs were not that fast, and even if they were, how was I supposed to have enough strength to pull him away from innocent ducks and old ladies?

Just when he was about to throw himself over the lake, a man in a black hoodie that covered most of his form took him from his collar and kept him under control. I kept running towards them, busy thinking about what that crazy dog would do to the stranger if he made a false step.

But I was stunned — and out of breath — when I found out that the beast was happily wagging his tail to the man, while he petted him. “Are you still misbehaving, Fluffy? Didn’t I teach you to stay calm near the ducks?”

“Uhm… hi?” I breathed out, trying to call attention to the man who still had his back to me. “The dog…”

“Are you still struggling to ta…”

My eyes watered in a matter of seconds. The man that I was successfully avoiding for years was standing right in front of me, looking the way I remembered him, like seven years had done nothing to him.

But he looked tired. Like he was going through hell and was needing a break from it all. His eyes had all the time shown his feelings, and back then, I was the only one able to read him like an open book. I knew in an instant that he was feeling like crap, but there was something else.

And maybe he was not the man that I used to know. Well, not maybe. He wasn’t the Choi San I had been in love with. The Choi San that I had cherished like no one else, who I had wanted to spend the rest of my life with and grow old together.

And I was not the same either.

“I…”

“It’s been so long” he sighed, looking me in the eye. I felt intimidated. I had forgotten how powerful his glances were, no matter the situation. He had always managed to do that to me, and I wasn’t ready to go through it once again. I had been invested in studying his glances way too many times in the past, and I was never able to reach a reasonable conclusion. So I just settled for leaving that matter alone.

“Yeah…” I exhaled, playing with the read leash in my hands.

“I didn’t know you were visiting your family”

“You know when I come here?”

“Of course I do. Everybody knows. It’s a small town, y/n”

I closed my eyes tightly upon hearing my name leave his lips. I felt like crying all over again, and I wasn’t willing to let him see me like that anymore. He had had enough of it. We both had.

“Should have guessed it” I nodded, looking down and avoiding his gaze. “Can you give me Fluffy back?”

“Oh yeah, sorry” he petted the dog for the last time while I secured the leash back on his collar “He’s been misbehaving a lot lately”

“You know him?”

“I helped Eunjung a couple of times with him. She told me it’s been hard to keep him quiet when they take him out to the park so I offered to help. I need to take a break from life sometimes, and he’s great company”

“He seems to like you a lot” I smiled weakly, looking down at the happy dog who was still wagging his tail while looking at San with what seemed like adoration.

“I think so, yeah” he giggled softly, petting him once again. “He’s nice, but he needs some rules before it goes out of hand”

“I’ll make sure to tame him, then”

“You’re staying?” I mustered all of my courage, and looked up to meet his eyes. His voice tone had changed tremendously, but I wasn’t sure what that meant. This was a new Choi San for me after all.

“For some weeks, yeah. I still don’t know how many, to be honest”

“You’re on a little vacation with your boyfriend?”

“I…” I was about to reply, but then it just hit me. I was talking to Choi San, the man that had marked my whole existence with burning, hurtful words. He had given me everything and taken it away from me as fast as he could. So no, I was not giving him explanations. “Yeah. Well, goodbye, San.”

And I left as fast as I got there.

After my encounter with San, I kept thinking about him and everything that happened in those years together. Not only the tragic ending, but also the beautiful things. And that made me realize that I could at least get part of it back.

Although Eunjung saw everything, she didn’t bring it up. She knew that I was struggling — and I’m pretty sure she heard me that night.

So while a soft breeze accompanied me as I was watching the night skies in the petit balcony of my room, I decided to make my way towards the basement to find the boxes full of the stuff I had left there and never used ever again. Many oleos were dry and unusable, but some others seemed to be just fine. I took one of the empty canvases and my easel as well as my collection of paintbrushes, and went back to my balcony.

“How had I missed you” I whispered, looking at my empty canvas. Tears gathered in my eyes, and a sad smile appeared on my lips as they rolled down my cheeks. “I really missed this”

But although I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything more than a soft stroke which was supposed to be the very same night sky above me.

My hand didn’t respond. It was painful.

So I let it all out. My desperate cries were most probably heard around the neighbourhood, but that was my last concern. The only thing that was supposed to make me happy turned out to be a total failure.

I had no purpose. I had ruined my career as a painter years ago. Why would I paint a night sky that would be seen by no one but me? That would be recognized by no one but me?

San was right.

He had been right all along.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you ran into San yesterday?”

Mornings at home were usually not that noisy, but that day it had to be. My mom had organized a tea party with her girlfriends, and I was supposed to help her out as the only one who was free around the house. My dad was out of town for the weekend because of work, and my sister decided to go out with her sons, probably trying to get away from our mom’s demands.

“Eunjung told you?” I sighed, mixing the cupcake mix faster than I was supposed to so that I could get out of there.

“Yep” she nodded.

“I don’t want to talk about him. You know he’s dead to me”

But even though I said it bluntly, I was feeling like that sentence had no meaning to me anymore.

“You’re being too rude, y/n”

“I’m being honest, mom.” I stopped my eager mixing and looked at her, supporting my weight against the kitchen counter, and crossed my arms over my chest. “I know you and everyone in this town love San. But I don’t, and I don’t want to talk about him anymore. Please”

“Fine” she sighed “Then lend me a hand with the stra— oh Dear God!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I was supposed to bake a strawberry cake but I totally forgot about buying the strawberries”

I rolled my eyes. Totally my mom’s behaviour. “I’ll go to the supermarket. Anything else?”

I shouldn’t have asked that.

Making my way down the aisles, I struggled to find everything that my mom asked me to buy.

“Where the hell are these fucking powders?” I murmured, slowly walking with my cart and carefully reading each package. “Well, not here”

I looked in front of me to check the signs over the aisles, but my eyes encountered something very different.

A painted night sky.

I knew that painting. I knew that night sky.

Those soft strokes and the shiny details on the moon were familiar. Too familiar.

Of course. They were mine.

And once I understood that I was not looking at an actual painting but the back of an intervened denim jacket, it all came crushing down once again.

But I didn’t have enough time to run away.

He turned around and saw me. I froze like I hadn’t just seen him the day before. My eyes became glossy once again. Keep it together, y/n!

“I thought that yesterday was a coincidence. But I don’t believe that anymore”

San was right in front of me now, a couple of meters away from me. He was carrying some instant noodles in his hands and a bottle of water.

“Let’s not do this, please” I shook my head, tightly gripping the cart’s handle.

“We need to talk, y/n”

“There’s nothing to talk about, San” I gasped, avoiding his eyes.

“If your eyes keep watering whenever you see me and my heart keeps pounding whenever I see you, then yes, there’s a lot of talking to do” he calmly stated, taking a step closer to me “I know you have been avoiding me, and I cannot blame you alone. I also had whenever I knew you were around. But this needs to stop” he sighed “I am aware of the fact that you’re in a relationship and I don’t int—“

“I’m not” I interrupted him, looking at him in the eye “I left him. That’s why I’m here”

“I’m… I’m so sorry to hear that” he said, and I could clearly see the sincerity in his eyes.

“It’s okay…” I whispered.

“Can we please meet so we can finally say whatever we have to say to each other before you leave?”

“San, I… I find it really hard to talk to you” I came clean, playing with the ends of my shirt “You hurt me a lot, and… and I really don’t want to keep digging in the same old scars. But maybe…” I took a deep breath “Maybe it will help to finally close them”

He nodded “I know, y/n. I need this. We need this”

“What about your wife?”

I just had to ask. He knew about me and Seonghwa, so it was only fair.

“It’s a long story, but in a nutshell, I’m divorcing her”

“I’m so—“

“Don’t bother” he shook his head, chuckling with a noticeable pain in his voice “I’m not sorry, so no one should be for me. Especially you.”

I don’t know why I was so nervous. It was just San. Choi San, that beautiful, talented and perfect man.

And that was the problem.

Choi San had always been a mystery. A simple mystery. Back then, he liked to show me that he needed to wear nothing more than a dazzling smile to make my day better. He used to take me out at night to stargaze because he thought that I could find inspiration up there.

“You need to paint these, baby” he had said “I know you’ll do an outstanding job”

And of course I painted them. Every single one of them.

“Could you pretty please paint this same sky on the back of my denim jacket?” he had asked.

“Why do you want me to do that, Sanshine?” I had chuckled, looking up from his chest so that I could see his stunning features illuminated by the stars.

“Because today I feel like I could do anything I want with my life. I have you, so that’s enough” he had replied, sweetly kissing me afterwards.

I hadn’t been enough, though.

My thoughts were abruptly interrupted when I felt his sweet perfume coming near me. I turned my head to my right, and I was able to distinguish his slender form from afar. He was still wearing that denim jacket and carried a large envelope in his hands.

“Hey there” he softly smiled.

“Hi San” I replied, trying to get rid of any sign of desperation in my voice.

“Do you want us to stay here or you prefer to go where used to… hang out?”

“I’m perfectly fine here” I sat back down on the bench, and he cautiously did the same, both of us in each end of it. The evening was warm and a nice breeze hit our faces. Although there were no stars yet, they were on their way.

And I honestly wasn’t ready to stargaze with San.

“Shall I start by saying that I am truly sorry?” after some minutes of silence, San broke the ice. “I never meant to hurt you like that. But I know that saying sorry now it’s meaningless. I just want you to let it all out, say the things that you wanted to yell at that 23 year old me but you never got to” the sorrow in his voice was evident, and I believed him. I felt how sorry he was for what he told me that night.

But it still haunted me. So I had to tell him.

“You ruined my dreams, San.” I whispered, already feeling hot tears go down my face. “You were my only fan back then. You encouraged me to keep going, practising, learning, and experimenting. But that night… you just threw that away. Why would you tell me that I was never going to be successful? Why would you yell right at my face that I was talentless?” I sobbed “That my paintings were nothing special and that I would never become a renowned artist if I kept painting night skies, when you were the one who encouraged me to do that in the first place?” And just as he wanted me, I let it all out. “You buried my dreams. You crushed them and you even made sure to throw them to the trash before leaving. I hated you for so long! I despised you! You were my best friend who suddenly became my worst enemy. But why? I just want to know that. I don’t care if you still think that my paintings were garbage. That’s my last concern” I sighed, violently drying the still falling tears “I just want to know why”

I looked at him, and it made me feel a little bit better to know that I was not the only one crying about it. Although he kept silent, his cheeks were soaked, and his eyes reddened and puffy. “You were talking about leaving Namhae” he whispered, looking down at the grass that surrounded us “and I couldn’t go with you, so I just needed you to stay. But after you moved to Seoul, I realized that I was being selfish and that I thought of my happiness over yours. I was going to be happy if you stayed with me, working at the flower shop and painting night skies as a hobby. But you would never have been if you did that” he cried, letting out a sorrowed and choppy breath. “And for the record, I never meant those words, y/n. I never believed that, and I know for a fact that I’m still your number one fan. You are the most talented person I know. You are amazing, and you more than anyone in this world deserve to be recognized out there. I’m so sorry for making you believe the opposite.”

I stayed silent, processing San’s explanation.

If we just had talked it out back then, maybe, just maybe…

“We were young and stupid” I finally replied. “I was trying to get out of Namhae to become an artist and I tried to take you with me. You were building your flower shop here and you tried to make me stay. It was never going to work out even if we tried” I reasoned, getting closer to him.

“But I shouldn’t have said that anyways” he shook his head “I prevented you from pursuing your dreams”

“I was stupid enough to believe that and stopped trying. I should have kept painting despite your words. I now see it” Slowly, San raised his head and looked at me in the eye. I weakly smiled at him, taking one of his hands for the first time in seven years. “I’m sorry too, San. I blamed you for my misery when I was the one who had to go after my dreams anyways”

“We both fucked up. But it’s on the past now, and we’re still young” he tightened his grip on my hand and shook the mysterious envelope with the other “I don’t know about you, but I just came from my attorney’s office. I’m officially divorced”

“I can’t believe our lives turned out this way” I quietly laughed, playing with San’s fingers. “If you had asked my 20 year old self, I probably would have said we were having our own house full of flowers and paintings by now, and why not add a couple of wedding rings. I was delusional”

“Not really, y/n. I expected that as well” his free hand softly caressed my cheek, travelling down to my jaw. He carefully grabbed my chin, making me look at him. I felt my eyes watering again, and San raised an eyebrow, showing me his confused gaze “Is there something wrong, baby?” he whispered.

I let out my tears, because I wasn’t trying to hide them from him anymore. “I’m just happy” I replied “I used to think that seeing you again was a mistake. That living in my luxurious Seoul apartment with a man that I no longer loved was what I needed to live the decent life that I was supposed to have. And now I know that it was just me trying to supress the urge that I had to come back to you. Because despite the horrible ending, you made me be who I am today. You loved me endlessly, San. And I hope you still do” I admitted, blushing like I was that 20 year old once again “Because I know I never stopped loving you, Sanshine. Even when I hated you the most”

He replied in the most beautiful way. A sweet, awaited, and loving kiss.

Although it wasn’t, it felt like the first time. No rushing, no hurting. Just love.

The love that I was waiting to get from someone that actually never loved me like San did.

The love that San was waiting to get from someone that actually never loved him like I did.

The love that we both deserved to get after so long.

— jinmindeulle ♥

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The Actor In The App [2/?]

Pairing: Cassian x Jyn Rating: T Summary: Jyn stumbles with her words, how in the hell was she to guess that the actual Cassian Andor was in a dating app? “Uh, hi,” is all she manages to get out. Then she shakes her head quickly, “I’m Jyn from the app, you gave me your number.” “Ah, I was wondering if you would ever call.” Words: 1581 Notes: Celebrity AU Tagging: @mousedetective

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Jyn stumbles with her words, how in the hell was she to guess that the actual Cassian Andor was in a dating app? “Uh, hi,” is all she manages to get out. Then she shakes her head quickly, “I’m Jyn from the app, you gave me your number.”

“Ah, I was wondering if you would ever call.”

She can hear the smile on his voice. “I – uh, I was terribly busy.” It’s not a lie, but also helps that she had to make up her mind. For someone who was so intent in unmasking the man, she now feels like she has egg on her face. But then again, how could she know he was real?

“Yes, I imagine that. I have some friends who are chefs, it’s a demanding life.” He sounds very understanding. “And how have you been?”

“Good, I mean, busy.” She says automatically. But then, her brain wakes up and she adds, “And how come Cassian Andor is on a matchmaking up?”

It is then that he laughs, “Well, I haven’t had any luck when it comes to dating, so I said, ‘why not?’ and made an account. But you’re still the only one to contact me, if only to try and expose a fake.”

She snorts. “Yeah, I’m not going to apologize for that.”

“And you shouldn’t.” He says firmly. “You followed your gut, and I’ve always been a believer that you have to trust your gut.”

Huh, she was not expecting that. He was far more reasonable than a celebrity would be, at least compared to some she had known in her line of work. “Thanks.” Then, she hesitated. “Listen, I’m still trying to wrap my head around you being an actual celeb, do you – uh, mind if we video chat?”

A chuckle was his answer, “Not at all, do you have something to write it down?”

“Yeah,” Luckily, she’s sitting at her desk and she has an assortment of pens and notepads. “When you’re ready.”

“I’m on skype, it’s Jeron2.0 – yes, very original I know. Cap on the ‘j’. What’s yours?”

“Stardust.Erso, with caps on the s and e. And before you ask, it was my dad who called me stardust.” As she speaks, she turns the laptop on and logs in and adds Cassian to her contacts. “I’m on skype now, just added you.”

“Give me a sec.” She hears him fumble with something, and muttering quietly in Spanish. And then, “I’m in and I’m adding you back. So… see you in a bit?”

“Yeah,” She’s thankful that for once, her make up is still intact. There’s no need for her to make the wrong impression right of the bat. A few seconds later, they connect. And there, on the other side of the screen is Cassian. And he’s smiling at her and she feels her heart skip a beat. “Hey, nice seeing you.”

His smile widens, “Likewise.”

And that is how it really starts. For her, it’s strange having a celebrity on her contacts, most of the ones she’s known, it’s due to her work and that was still on them employer-employee line and there were certainly not any sort of crossing. And they somehow manage to talk for an hour that first time, the next call lasts nearly as long.

“…and so I had to lie to my make up artist and said I was getting laid.” He stops and the sighs. “She probably thinks that I’m a weirdo.”

She can’t help it. She laughs, because it’s really funny that he was so excited about getting that movie role. “That’s hilarious.”

“Well, I’m very glad you think so.”

But she discovers that Cassian is easy to talk. It feels strange, at first, having someone to talk who isn’t Bodhi or Chirrut or Baze who can sit quietly and let her talk. Who pays attention and asks questions about her. She’s not so callous as to only talk about herself, she hears him talk about his work. About the ups and downs and how mentally exhausting it all can be.

“And let me tell you, that director is a monster and I refuse to work with him again. He’s a tyrannical asshole.”

“Sounds awful. I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” And she is, she’s had bosses who believed themselves lords of the kitchen and a single thing done their wrong would result in getting yelled face to face. “But you were awesome in that role, I must say.”

She has no experience on that, but she offers her sympathy and rants alongside him. They exchange texts almost daily, they talk whenever possible – as long as Cassian’s schedule permits, that is – and they are now friends on instagram too, she had already followed his public one, but now she has his finsta. Once, even he had sent her a video tour of his newest movie set. And she likes that little peak at celebrity life that he allows her to see.

One time, as they talk, he tells her, “You know, I considered a music career once.”

That catches her attention, “I didn’t know you could sing?”

She watches as he bursts in laughter, and she likes the way his eyes sparkle even on her screen. “I can’t. That’s the thing. I’m a better dancer than singer.”

“Yes,” It’s her turn to laugh. “I did see you in ‘Dancing Queen’, you were pretty good. Looked quite professional.”

He laughs again. “You have no idea just how much I practiced for that movie, but I had fun making, not going to lie.”

“How’s this one going, it’s a what? Horror?”

“Yeah, it’s fun. For the most part, I don’t quite like being sticky with fake blood.”

“Ohh is one of those movies.”

“Yeah,” he sighs. “But I liked the script. And it’s a challenge for me, I want to open myself to more genres of films. Why not start with horror? You know, just… jumping into the deep.”

“And what is something you’d like to do?”

“Historical could be fun. Never made one, and it would be interesting in just walking around in period clothing.”

She snorts, “Didn’t take you for someone who likes fashion.” He has always looked impeccable on the red carpet and photoshoots, but she has seen paparazzi pictures and his looks have been comfortable. Like a regular guy in jeans and shirt.

“I’m not,” he laughs. “But c’mon, those period pieces look great. Oh shit, Jyn, I have to go, my assistant’s glaring at me, it seems that we have to return to filming. Talk to you soon.”

“Yeah, go. Off to work. Bye.”

“Bye.” He hangs up and she can’t help but to laugh again. She had met his assistant, Kay, once and it had nearly ended in a virtual fight. Apparently, Kay was very protective of Cassian and he didn’t trust her at all. Not that she could blame him, she was new to Cassian’s circle, but it galled.

Shaking her head, she put her phone away. Maybe she should write? That way she could take away her mind of Cassian, if only for a little while. Because now, she finds that he has been rounding her head quite a bit and well… it’s slightly worrisome.

“And how’s your book coming along?”

She sighs. “I have the worst writer’s block that I’ve ever experienced.” She waits for him to say anything about writer’s block being only in her head. But when only a ‘Mmmh’ comes, she frowns. “I just don’t know what to do.”

“How about this,” he speaks slowly, as if he were measuring his words. “Why don’t you take a few days off of writing – wait don’t hang up yet! – and do something that you normally wouldn’t do.”

Her frown deepens. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, miss Erso, that I think you need to refill your creative well. Listen, it also happens to me. I’m not a writer, but sometimes I feel like quitting, so I do something I would normally wouldn’t do and rest and recharge. I feel much better afterwards.”

“Any suggestions?”

“Painting, pottery.”

Huh, she’d never given that much thought. “That came quite quickly to you.”

A chuckle. “Yeah, I did pottery once. I’m terrible at it, before you ask. But it was a fun activity, I still have the crappy plate I made. And painting? Well, my mom used to paint, and she always said that you could always be terrible, but someone out there, would like it.”

She doesn’t coo, but she damn near does. It’s heartwarming listening to him talk about his mom. That’s something they have in common, their undying love for their mothers. “You know what? I’m going to do it.”

“That’s the spirit! Let me know how it goes.”

“I will. Listen I have to go.”

“Got it, see you soon Jyn.”

“Bye Cass.” Because yes, they’ve progressed into her calling him ‘Cass’. And she hangs up, but as soon as she does, she goes into google and finds the nearest pottery workshop closest to her.

She takes a class, finds herself enjoying it and she ends with a halfway decent mug. She feels both relaxed and accomplished. She snaps a picture of the mug, posts it on her instagram and tags Cassian. And if her heart skips a beat when he answers with a ‘Go Jyn!’ and a heart emoji, well… no one needed to know.

#RebelCaptain #dailyrebelcaptain #therebelcaptainnetwork #cassian x jyn #cassian andor #jyn erso #rogue one #rogue one fic #au: celebrities #multipart: the actor in the app

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andypantsx3 · 3 years

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hi there !! i hope you're doing well :) ever since i started reading ur fics i've just been really impressed with how u keep the quality of ur content very consistent. do u take breaks in between writing each fic? i think u mentioned this in a previous post when u talked about editing fics, but i guess i'm wondering how u keep urself from being burnt out/if u get burnt out! i'm going thru a slump rn so i'd be curious to hear about ur experience!

Omg thank you so much!! That is literally so sweet of you to say, much as I doubt the quality is all actually consistent—I'm looking at you, in cinders chapter two.🖕🖕🖕

Also please excuse how long this got, I have a lot of thoughts on this subject in particular!!

Personally yes, I do get burnt out, and I do find it very necessary to take breaks—from writing overall and from a fic if I'm having difficulties with it. In general, I try to write a little bit every day, but that’s not always possible, and there are times when that’s not the right thing to be doing.

If you were following me late last year, you may vaguely be aware that I disappeared for two months straight between December and February. Like, just let the queue run through and did not answer a single ask, post a single original thought, or even look at my ao3 comments. While I was gone I barely wrote a thing. I think at like 1.5 months into it, I started drafting the outline for subtle, but before that, I didn't do shit except focus on my personal life and hang out with my dog.

At that point I was just tired and I thought I could use a little recharging to get excited about writing again. I read a bunch of books and other people's fics, and reread a bunch of my old fave comfort ship fics. That break from my own work really helped me get inspired again. Since then I've been consciously trying to strike a balance between writing all the time and chilling/consuming the things that keep me inspired to write.

When it comes to taking a break from fics, I do that too. My Hawks fic lay low has been ongoing since December of last year, when I normally finish fics in under a month. I actually really love this fic, but I got a little frustrated with some plot holes and then again with the pressure I was putting on myself to characterize him (like, relax, Andie it's a fuckin fanfic) so that's been on hiatus like multiple times even though we're only three chapters in.

I think it was important, though, for me personally to take a step back from it until I had the energy to address the things that I wanted to, and until I was excited to write it again. I'm actually finally working on chapter 4 (!!!), but it really took a long time to let that bad boy marinate, and I hope the fic will be better for it.

And I did that with statistically significant as well. This was more due to my workload at my job at the time, and I worked on this one over the course of five months when prior to that, I had been finishing fics in 1-2 weeks. But slowing down and writing this fic over like ten times the amount of time it took me to write other fics was a really good learning experience for me. It taught me that it's totally fine to step away from a fic for multiple months, and that you can always come back and finish it later.

I think that's also going to be the case with the new Deku fic, and I'm happy I already know it's completely okay to take my time. I'm sure there will be new wrenches that life throws into my path, and I'll have to get hit by those and figure out how to get back up and learn to duck next time lol.

Anyway, I definitely get where you are coming from, and if I've learned anything in the year and a half I have been writing it’s that it's totally normal to hit slumps, be they long or short, fic-specific or related to writing overall. Burn-out/slumps are actually not a big deal at all if you don't psych yourself out about them.

I feel like every time I'm asked advice on anything I say this (but I mean it!!): listen to yourself. You know best what you need. If you don't feel like you have the brain power for writing right now?? You're definitely right, and you should take some time away to chill, just consume things without producing, or do other stuff in life that makes you feel good.

If you're two months into not writing and you get excited about a project outside of the one you abandoned?? There's probably a reason. Work on that instead, and maybe let your enthusiasm for that project remind you of what you liked about the other one you put down.

And if that enthusiasm doesn't return? Then let the damn thing sit until it does. There are literally writers I follow who stepped away from fics for YEARS, only to come back and post a new chapter like half a decade later. They are always, always better for it.

So literally just listen to what you are telling yourself, and ride out the slump however you need to. Please try your best not to feel guilty for it, or think that it is any reflection on you or your work. They're just a natural part of the process, and honestly you will be the better for having had this experience.

#ask andie

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Knightkiller: Anakin and Obi-Wan’s First Adventure

Chapter 7: Jane

Word Count: 2217 Links: Chapter 1, Table of Contents

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Freed, with the help of the little screwdriver Anakin gave her, on the lower floor of the space station, Zlinky uses the nearest control panel to disable the local electricity. The already dark lower-prison hall turns completely black.

As an Akarn, Zlinky has a third eye in the middle of her forehead which can adapt to almost any environment. Many droids have night vision too, but Zlinky has observed from her time in captivity that droids are poorly kept here. Knightkiller, with her telepathic powers and abundant riches, holds sway over the organic beings in her employment; the guards and patrons here are all devoted to her. But Knightkiller has neglected her mechanical servants. They are all falling into disrepair, and Zlinky has even detected them grumbling among themselves.

People forget too easily that droids, nowadays, have extremely advanced personalities. Adults underestimate how independently-minded their droids can be. But children understand. They have never known droids to be any other way.

Zlinky sneaks down the hall, past the fumbling guards. Other prisoners soon realize that their own electrobars have become deactivated, and they start to emerge into the hallway too, their arms outstretched in front of them, tripping and feeling their way through the dark. Zlinky maneuvers through them with a small measure of grace and a large measure of scrutiny.

Lightsabers, lightsabers, lightsabers, lightsabers, lightsabers. I must find all four. Once we've found them, we'll be unstoppable.

Suddenly, a guard grabs her from behind. A Togruta -- he must have used echolocation. Zlinky squirms against his arms, then stabs behind her wildly with the screwdriver. She isn't sure where she hit him -- the stomach, possibly. But he howls in pain and loosens his grip. She slithers out and leaps, calling upon the Force to help her. She hits her head on the hallway ceiling, but the ploy, otherwise, works. Holding her head, she stumbles around the corner and sees a door marked “Storage.”

Maybe our lightsabers are here? Well, SOMETHING useful must be in here! All I have now is this flimsy little tool.

But she does feel extremely grateful for the little screwdriver, and she hopes Anakin will let her keep it. She would call it good luck, if she believed in that stuff. Instead, she'll call it exceedingly useful. She picks the lock to the storage room with the screwdriver, which takes a frighteningly long minute, dashes inside, and shuts the door behind her.

Zlinky sees cabinets and closets and boxes full of files and records, piles of office and medical supplies. Who would think running a death sport would be so bureaucratic? The haphazardness offends her Temple-trained sensibilities.

But most importantly, she sees, in the corner, a rusted old murder-droid, missing much of its plating and bent over in disrepair. Its shape is about as humanoid as her own, though a couple feet taller. Compassion moves her to approach it. She sees that someone has scribbled a face with two X's for eyes and a frown on a little yellow piece of paper and taped it over the murder-droid's face to signify its death. She yanks the paper off and examines the droid’s busted innards.

There's a flipzipter. A gavel gear. A pair of old-fashioned mono-trammers. It's really not too different from the diner-droids on which she learned robotic engineering. A gunky substance has clogged its gears; she tries to scrape it off with the screwdriver, but she can't get a grip on it with that. She takes a nervous glance at the bulky laser blasters on its back, then plunges her own claws into its chest and scoops out the goop. She pulls out a burnt-up square of metal which was caught in the goop; upon closer inspection, she guesses that it used to be a memory chip. Oh well -- it's useless now. She bends the flipzipter back into its standard position, and reattaches the wires that had become unplugged from it.

With a tiny jolt of electricity that shoots through the Padawan and makes any hairs loose from her braid stick out, the murder-droid wakes up, its red eyes the only light in the darkness.

“ʙʟᴢᴢᴋᴢᴢɢᴀᴀᴀᴀᴀ! ᴀᴀᴀᴀʜ!! AAAAAHHHH!!!! ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?! ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ?! ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ?!”

“Shhh!” Zlinky pulls her sticky hands out of its chest and throws them on top of its mouth-slot -- her mouth-slot, she supposes, since the droid has a feminine voice. “Keep it down! The badguys are looking for me!”

In a muffled voice, the murder-droid responds, “ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ YOU! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ME?”

“Well you SHOULD care about me! I just saved your life!”

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ?”

“Yeah, I repaired you, you ungrateful bucket of bolts!”

The murder-droid issues whirring noises from several parts. “ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴍʏ ʟᴇɢꜱ!”

“Well I'm not finished! I just started! And if you don't keep it down I never will!”

The murder-droid narrows the dots of light that project her eyes. “ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ?”

“Well... I'll check your brain-text, but I'm not optimistic.” Zlinky unscrews a panel on the side of the droid’s head. “Yeah. It's like I thought. You've been pirated. They scraped off your original ID number.”

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ?! ʙᴜᴛ -- ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ!”

“Nobody's nothing. They must have called you something. Unfortunately, at least one of your memory chips has melted. I think.”

With a squeaking sound, the murder-droid raises her claw to her forehead. “ᴏʜ... ᴍʏ ꜰʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅ…”

“Hey, don't worry about it. These bozos didn't respect you, but you're with the Jedi now.”

“ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴇᴅɪ?”

“Yeah, like me! I'm a Jedi! My name is Zlinky Zalt.”

“ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴀᴜɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ.”

“Uh, sorry. Well, let's find you a name; what do you do--?”

Zlinky accidentally zaps herself with an open wire and bites her lip in a grimace.

The murder-droid’s eyes become scattered dots that beep quickly and softly. “ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ... ᴍᴀɪɴꜰʀᴀᴍᴇ ... ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏʟ: NEUTRALIZE.”

“Neutralize?”

Her eyes flicker back to solid red. “ᴀꜰꜰɪʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ.”

“Neutralize what?”

Her eyes become scattering dots again. “ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ... ᴍᴀɪɴꜰʀᴀᴍᴇ ... ʜᴀʀᴅᴡᴀʀᴇ ... ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍꜱ ... ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅ ... ʙᴢᴢᴛ ... ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ... ‘ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ’ ... ‘ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ’ ... вzzт ... b҉z҉z҉t҉ ... ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ: ERROR.” Her eyes flicker back to red, but with the sides tilted down in sorrow. “ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴏʀʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ.”

“Hey, it's okay. The Jedi can get you a new purpose. As long as your programming isn't hopelessly violent…”

“ᴡʜᴇɴ? ʜᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴏɴ?”

“Well I don't know. As soon as I can get you back to the Temple.”

“ʟᴇᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏ.” The murder-droid stands up straight.

“Wait!” Zlinky pulls some wires apart.

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʟᴇɢꜱ! ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪxᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ!”

“Yeah, I did. Your purpose right now is to stay put.”

“ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ.”

“Deal with it. Patience is an ability, too.”

“ɪꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴇᴅɪ ᴀʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ.”

“Fine. Do you want me to shut you down again?”

“ʙᴜᴢᴢ ʙᴜᴢᴢ ʙᴜᴢᴢ, ɢʀᴜᴍᴍᴍm҉m҉m̵̧̌̍͋̆b̸̧̙͈͈̓̌̌ĺ̵͕͔͇͔͎̠̗͈͍ͅe̷̖͎̳͖̬̅́…”

“I'll take that as a no.” The droid is silent as Zlinky works on her. “I'm sorry we're not at the Temple right now. Believe me, I want to be there far more than you do.”

“ɪ ᴅᴏᴜʙᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ ꜰʟᴜx.”

I have to repair her mind AND her body! thinks Zlinky.

“Uh, okay, listen. How about I give you a temporary name and a temporary mission right now. Just to tide you over until we get back home. Er, I mean, back to the Temple.”

“ʜʀʀᴜᴍᴍʜʜᴘᴘʙᴢᴢᴢ ʙᴢᴢᴛ ʙᴇᴇᴘ ʙᴇᴇᴘ.”

Zlinky spins a cog and sees a panel of lights in the droid’s guts turn on. She thinks she’s nearly got her -- then she hears the weapons on the droid's back powering on. The young girl swallows nervously.

“Okay, your temporary mission is to protect me and the three other Jedi: my master Tila Juna, a 500-year-old gray Lollian with one broken horn -- Anakin Skywalker, a 9-year-old human with pink skin and yellow hair and blue eyes -- and -- uh -- his master too.”

“ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏʟ ɪɴꜱᴛᴀʟʟɪ-- ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏʟ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ. ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʜ ᴊᴇᴅɪ!”

“I can't! I don't remember their name! I'll know them when I see them.”

“ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟɪᴢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴊᴇᴅɪ?”

“Well, first of all, only neutralize when absolutely necessary.”

“... ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ... ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀᴛɪʙʟᴇ ... ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍᴍɪɴɢ.”

“Oh gimme a break!”

Maybe this is a mistake, thinks Zlinky. I don't want to go on a rampage. But I must get out of here! I have to get back to Tila! That's my top priority!

“Look, I'm very sneaky,” Zlinky says, reassuringly. “You might not have to neutralize anyone. You just have to protect me.”

“... ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ, ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀꜰᴛ ᴀ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏʟ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍꜱ.”

Zlinky replies, smugly, “Well I do it every day. That's what being a Jedi is all about! Protecting the innocent, defending the law!”

“... ʙʟʀʀʀɢɢɢɢ.” The droid’s eyes become one annoyed horizontal line of dots. “ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏʟ ... ᴀʟɪɢɴɪɴɢ ... ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏʟ ɪɴꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ.”

“Oh come on, grow up. It's good to be the hero.”

“ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ‘ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴏʀᴀʀʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ,’ ᴛᴏᴏ.”

“Yeeeah. I did. Um ... Jedi ... Jedi ... Temple ... Temple Bot? Teebee?”

The murder-droid shudders. “ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ? ᴛᴇᴇʙᴇᴇ?”

“What's wrong with Teebee?”

“ɪ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ɪᴛ.”

“Beggars can't be choosers.”

“ɪᴅ: REJECTED. ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ: ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀᴛɪʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍᴍɪɴɢ. ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ.”

“Jedi Bot? Jaybee?”

Goop dribbles out of the droid’s mouth slot.

“Alright then... Neutralize. Neutralizer. Jedi ... Jedi Neutralizer. No. Wait. That sounds wrong.”

“ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ,” the murder-droid says quickly.

“Ah, wait!”

“ᴊᴇᴅɪ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟɪᴢᴇʀ.”

Zlinky sighs. “Fine. Jedi Neutralizer. JN.”

“ᴊɴ. ᴊᴀɴᴇ.”

“Jane?”

“ᴊᴀɴᴇ. ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ,” the droid repeats.

“Me too,” Zlinky responds, truthfully.

As soon as Jane is functionally repaired, Zlinky finds her a battery pack, since they have no time to recharge her. She looks around for a new memory card, but finds nothing. Oh, well. Jane will just have a very short-term memory until they find new hardware for her. Without the card, she can't have any more than one gig of memory. Zlinky will just have to keep reminding her that her name is Jane and her purpose is to protect the four Jedi. Zlinky fears that Jane will forget this and kill her on accident. That would be very ironic. But for now, Zlinky is glad to have her.

Once they leave the storage room, Zlinky points to a guard and begins to command Jane to knock them out, but Jane has already blasted them.

“Ah! Are they alive?” Zlinky whispers in terror.

“ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ?”

Zlinky cautiously approaches the body. “...They're alive. Keep your blaster at exactly that setting, okay? Don't change anything.”

“ᴀꜰꜰɪʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ.”

“Great.”

She tugs the armor off the guard and puts it on herself. Together, they quietly leave the lower prison in absolute chaos and locate the space station employee break room and quarters across a hall. Zlinky finds a station map on the employee computer, which someone had, happily, left logged in.

She finally gets a good look at the layout of the station. The lower floor has a prison and under-arena logistical areas; the main floor has the arena, gladiator rooms, and the best seating; and the upper floor has another prison and the balcony cheap seats.

She searches for where Knightkiller could be. Tila recognized Knightkiller as her old friend Glagret, and told her Padawan so before they were separated. Zlinky knows that the key to escaping, and to stopping this whole evil enterprise, is Glagret. Why has she turned evil? Why did she gather all these crooks together? Why is she mind-tricking Jedi children?

Zlinky figures there must be something controlling her. She imagines striking the implement off the old alien’s brain and rescuing her, restoring her to her true, good self.

What happened 400 years ago on the Liberated Comet? If she was alive, why didn't she come back?

One Padawan and one droid probably don't stand a chance against her.

Zlinky sees in the screen projection that Obi-Wan is fighting in the arena, and Tila is being held as bait. Zlinky wonders why Anakin isn't. She guesses, with a heavy heart, that Obi-Wan was so stubborn about playing along that they killed Anakin in retribution. She feels her guts writhe with fear and anger at the thought. The boy was so kind, and clever, and so very strong in the Force, strong enough to resist a mind-trick -- unheard of at his age -- even though it was stupid of him to try. Perhaps his last legacy is the screwdriver. She will not let him die in vain.

Unless, of course, he's still alive. She wonders if, perhaps, he escaped, just as she has…

She hears an ominous whirring sound, drifting away.

“Jane! Don't wander off.” Zlinky grabs Jane’s rifle-barrel and pulls her back to her side. “Stay with me. You must protect me; it is your purpose.”

“ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?”

“... Call me Guard.”

“ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛ.”

Zlinky looks around nervously at the other guards. She grabs Jane's head and whispers into her audio-slot. “Zlinky Zalt. But don't say so. I'm in disguise right now. So shhh.”

“ᴀʜʜʜʜ. ɪ ꜱᴇᴇ.”

“Uh, good.” The confidence in Jane's voice makes Zlinky doubt that Jane has any idea what's going on. She shakes her head and continues looking at this map.

Chapter 8: Priorities

#my story #my art #star wars #knightkiller: anakin and obi-wan's first adventure #zlinkgwal zalt #jane #scifi #adventure #comedy

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