#my feet don't dance like they did with queue

[kvtie444]

⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET pt. 3

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!! ITS ESCAPISM SZNNN, sorry this was late I had a bubble bath and zoned out

Summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol, swearing, smut?????!!!!!!

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Madi F:

What are you doing tomorrow night? x

Navigating the familiar path to my dorm, keys in hand, I type my response with a single hand.

Y/N:

Hey! Nothing why?

Upon entering my dorm, I secure the door and toss my keys and bag onto the bed. My journey continues to the bathroom, where I prepare for bed. Placing my phone on the sink, I secure my hair with a headband as I cleanse my face, as I hear to Madi's text buzz.

Madi F:

Some of us are going clubbing. I know it's not really your scene, but wanna come? X

Contemplating the proposition while washing my face, the enjoyment of clubbing has faded, but the realization of my limited social circle nudges me to consider the offer. Another unexpected message interrupts my thoughts, expecting it to be Madi, my jaw drops upon seeing Matt’s name.

Matt S:

Did you get in okay?

His simple yet endearing message prompts a smile as I respond, tapping my nails against the screen.

Y/N:

Yeah, thank you. Thanks for the lift, by the way. Can I send you money for gas?

Returning to Madi's chat, a surge of confidence prompts me to embrace the social opportunity.

Y/N:

I think I'll come. If you want, we could do pres at mine.

A sense of pride accompanies the message. Madi's enthusiastic reply further boosts my spirits.

Madi F:

YAY!!! 😁😁🩷

After completing my night routine, I collapse onto my bed. Leaning over and retrieving Matt's book from my bag, I begin reading, engrossed in the story for hours. As the clock strikes 12:05, I get a notification with Matt's delayed reply, a smile creeps over my face.

Matt S:

No, don't worry about it. It's fine. You're a student Y/N, you need to use your money wisely.

His reminder of my student status elicits a slight frown. Seeking a change of topic, I send a lighthearted message.

Y/N:

I like the book.

Matt S:

I knew you would.

A smile graces my face, and despite my inner voice to end the conversation, the thrill of talking with him literally makes me kick my feet. I decide to just leave it, switching off my phone, I toss it aside and close my eyes, embracing sleep.

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Saturday night arrives, and Madi is on her way. Nervous anticipation lingers as I gaze into the full-length mirror, carefully selecting my outfit. Wearing my hair straight with a full face of glam, I don a black deep V-neck cropped tank and my favourite mini skirt, complemented by mini black platforms. The rare chance to dress up invokes a sense of confidence. I capture a few pics before I hear Madi knocking.

Walking to the door, the clacking of my heels announces my approach. I open the door to find Madi and six other girls. "Hey!" Madi exclaims, initiating hugs. Pleasant introductions follow, and the girls bring drinks. With music playing from my speaker, we engage in small talk whilst I sip my Malibu and pineapple juice.

About an hour and a half later, we decide to head to the club. Ordering Ubers, we gather outside the club, reputed as the biggest one frequented by college students. As we queue up, the effects of our drinks start to kick in, dizziness taking control of me. By the time we enter the club, the music resonates loudly. Heading to the bar, one of Madi's friends engages the bartender, securing 7 shots for us all. Jaeger bombs in hand, we down the shots, and the pulsating taste lingers on my tongue. Next thing I know, Sexyy Red starts, and we are pulled onto the dance floor. Madi and I sway and sing together, but a presence behind me interrupts the moment – a hand on my hip. Turning, I encounter a random blonde guy. Am I drunk enough to lower my standards to a 6/10? No.

Looking back to Madi, I s hoot her a look before she drags me back to the girls. after a few more songs, I decide to get another drink. Approaching the bar, I order a double vodka Red Bull, tapping my card and waiting. I look around and my heart drops – no less that 3 feet away, I see Matt, paying for a drink. Our eyes lock, and I grab my drink, attempting to walk straight past him, but he’s quick to stop me.

"Hey," he says, placing a hand on the small of my back. The touch sends shivers down my spine. Looking up at him, I smile, "Hey. What are you doing here?" I ask, tilting my head. He downs his shot before responding, "Clubbing?" he replies with his brows furrowed, chuckling at my apparent surprise. I giggle, feeling a blush creep up.

"I didn't see you as the clubbing type," I say, leaning in slightly due to the loud music. He shrugs, "I enjoy my drinks, I feel his eyes scanning almost every inch of my body due to how little I was really wearing. He licks his lips before looking back up to me. He leans as his hand remains on the small of my back, warm breath teasing my skin, "Wanna go somewhere more quiet? Can barely hear you." He asks me, I nod, absolutely dumbfounded by his presence, and he guides me through the crowd, hand on my waist.

The realization hits me – maybe this isn't a delusion. He leads us to a quieter hallway, still audible with music, and a few others scattered around. His hand leaves my side as he leans against the wall opposite me. I mirror his stance, facing each other. Crossing his arms, his slightly cropped shirt rises, revealing the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers. He had such a slutty waist. My gaze drops to my hands, fiddling with my nails. He breaks the silence.

"Did you come here with a guy?"

"No, just some of the girls. Can't stand guys my age," I mumble, meeting his eyes. His gaze moves down my body before staring deeply into my eyes.

"Why’s that?"

"They're all immature," I start. He begins stepping closer, narrowing the already small space.

"And they don't know how to treat me right," I continue. He hums in agreement.

"Is that it?" he asks, now standing directly in front of me. Our bodies would be touching if I stood up straight, I bit my lip.

"Guys my age don't know how to touch me," I say, the alcohol boosting my confidence. His jaw clenches as he lets out a heavy breath. His tattooed hand moves to my waist, the other reaching up to my face, thumb rubbing my cheek. Panic sets in - what have I gotten myself into? Am I really going to cross this boundary?

"Want me to show you how good I can make you feel?" he says, his grip firm, eyes locking onto mine. I nod, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah."

Before I know it, he grabs my arm and drags me to the accessible bathroom stall, kissing me passionately. The euphoric sensation of the kiss overwhelms me as he pushes me against the wall, kicking the door shut behind him. Pressed against the wall, I willingly surrender to his dominance, allowing his tongue to explore and claim every inch of my parted lips.

His kisses travel a path down my jaw, leaving a trail of hickies. He explores down to my collars with a mixture of gentle sucking and teasing bites, each touch setting my skin ablaze. A soft moan escapes my lips as his hands find their way to my hips, pulling our bodies together bruisingly tight.

Returning to my lips, he intensifies the kiss, his hands sliding up beneath my thighs effortlessly. He picks me up, making me gasp, he hoists me up as though I weigh nothing, seamlessly carrying me across the small space to the sink.

Sitting me on the smooth surface, he maintains the seamless connection between our lips. The heat of the moment pulses between us, his hands trailing down to my hips, pulling me closer. The rhythmic dance of our bodies becomes a symphony of desire, with his lips never parting from mine. The sink counter becomes a temporary throne of passion as our connection deepens and the world outside the stall fades away. His hands trace a heated path down my body, gripping my ass with an assertive pull, drawing me tightly against him. The pressure of his hard on against my stomach sends a shiver through me, and a soft whine escapes my lips in response to the overwhelming desire.

My hands instinctively find their way into his hair, entwining my fingers as he pulls away, his gaze locked with mine. His hand boldly ventures up my skirt, fingers cupping my pussy, teasing, and pressing against my entrance. The sensation elicits an involuntary moan from me, and I tilt my head back, lost in the intensity of the moment.

"M-Matt, please, “I whimper breathlessly, aching against him. "Please, what, baby?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches my desperate state. "Please, I need you," I shamelessly beg. He smiles, his pink lips pressing a quick kiss to my jaw, before pulling my underwear to the side. I wince as the cool air meets my exposed skin, his thumb brushing against my eager lips. "Open," he demands.

Parting my lips, I willingly comply, and he slides his thumb in. I suck on it as he pushes further, evoking a heavenly groan from his lips. "Good girl," he murmurs, withdrawing his thumb and shifting it down to my clit. Initially, he presses against it, not yet moving, drawing a whine from me. I grab his arm, yearning for more contact. He smirks as he gradually begins circling my clit with his thumb, causing me to throw my head back against the mirror behind me.

His pointer finger slips inside me while he continues to circle my clit with his thumb, making me let out a loud moan. "Look at me," he orders, bringing a momentary pause to his movements. I open my eyes to meet his gaze, and he bites his lip, smiling, resuming his movements. "So wet for me, angel," he remarks, moving down to kiss my neck. I tilt my head to grant him better access, gasping as he adds another finger and proceeds to suck hickeys into my sensitive skin.

Tugging at his hair, he groans, the knot in my stomach growing tighter. I clench around his fingers, whimpering, "Matt." He urges, "Shit, come for me, princess," against my collarbone. I moan, releasing my pent-up pleasure, his fingers slowing down in response. I grab his wrist, pulling him out of me, then guiding his fingers to my lips, sucking them clean.

As I look into his eyes, his once blown-out pupils abruptly contract. He withdraws his fingers from me and steps back, muttering a soft curse to himself. I stand up, my legs slightly aching, and adjust my underwear. He turns away and begins walking toward the door. What the fuck?

"Matt?" I almost yell. He freezes for a moment, turning his head to glance back at me. However, he doesn't linger, opening the door and leaving. Confusion floods me. I can't help but feel tears welling in my eyes. Everything happened so quickly—what the fuck did I do wrong?

I remain frozen until a man barges into the bathroom, heading for the toilet and gagging. I scrunch my face in disgust, walking out, my heels loudly clacking against the floor as I make my way towards the exit. I need to get out of here. The music grows louder, and a tightness grips my chest, making my breathing difficult. Someone grabs my wrist, and I turn around, relaxing when I see it's Madi.

"Where have you been, girl? Shit- Who gave you those hickeys?" she says, smiling and inspecting my neck, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation. "Don't worry about it. I'm just getting some air," I lie, quickly turning away and walking out of the club. Fuck. I open my phone and book an Uber. While I wait, I open Matt's chat, debating whether or not to text him. Fuck it.

Y/N:

Wtf happened tonight? Can we talk?

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Read. He left me on fucking read. It's been three days, and I've been dreading today - I have a lesson with him. I walk to my class, pushing the door open to find he's not in yet. I take my seat next to Madi, who stays silent. I think she knows I need space just judging by my presence - hoodie up, headphones still on, slouched in my chair with no books out.

About five minutes later, Matt comes in. He teaches as if nothing's happened, and throughout the lesson, he doesn't even look at me once. What a dick. The final bell rings, and I get out of my chair, walking behind everyone else. Right as I reach the door, our eyes meet. Shit. I quickly look away, pettily slamming the door shut behind me. Hold on. You know what? I'm not going to let this man USE me and then completely IGNORE me? Who does he fucking think he is? I turn around, slamming the door open. He looks up as if he's just seen a ghost, and I hear the door shut behind me.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I say, my brows knitted together. "Y/N, you need to go," he says. "No, I deserve an explanation. Do you think it's okay to just use girls, then fucking leave them?" I yell, stepping closer. He looks down, tongue in cheek. "I've got essays to mark."

"I don't give two shits, Matt," I reply hastily. He looks up at me, and his face softens at the sight of the hurt on my face. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask, feeling more vulnerable. He sighs, stepping closer, his hand coming up to my cheek.

"No, Y/N, shit, I panicked. I like you, Y/N, like a lot, but you're my student. You saw what happened to Kennedy. You think I want to get fired?" he says sweetly. I sniffle and look down, before he lifts my face back up with his hand.

"I'm not stupid, Matt. You're the one who told me how smart I am. No one's gonna find out about this," I reply, biting my lip. "It was just a one-time thing, right?" I continue. He looks at me.

"Would you like it to be a one-time thing?"

"No."

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[zablife]

This look he has just reeks of touch my wife one more time and I'll raise hell. Or reader is shy (and married to Tommy) and is trying not to be rude + moving to stop the touches on her arm. Tommy sees if they keep doing it before he intervenes

Tommy watching you do just anything at home

John pretending to read but watching you tell a someone off. Also him waiting to see if the guy does something

Sorry 😅idk what to do with myself

Tysm for the ask, darl! I love all of these amazing ideas! Protective Tommy makes me feral and that look in the 2nd GIF is pure sunshine. However, I've written loads of Tommy requests recently so I'll show John some love.

Place Your Bets

"You there!" a mean looking drunk shouted over the din of the betting shop. You didn't bother looking up from your desk as you concentrated on taking a customer's bet over the telephone.

Undeterred, the man slowly clomped toward you, swaying as he walked. He approached wreaking of whisky and body odor and you hung up as quickly as possible to shoo him away. Rising from the desk you motioned to the back of the queue, closer to the doors where the stench would be carried away with the breeze. "You'll have to wait your turn," you informed him tersely.

"I know you," he said with a sneer, showing off a row of rotten, yellow teeth. "You was the lass who took my bet last week."

You turned away, unsure how the poor sod had placed his bet and not caring in the slightest.

"I'm talking to you!" he shouted and you turned with fire dancing in your eyes as he dared to continue. "You gave me that rubbish tip about Monaghan Boy!" he said, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve.

"Gonna let your missus handle that one?" a secretary asked as she passed John's desk.

John lowered his paper as he shrugged, "Why not? She can take care of herself better than half the men here," he said, voice swelling with pride. He grinned to himself as he thought of all the times you'd bested him in an argument and counted himself lucky someone else was on the receiving end of your temper for once.

"He must have been off his tits! Came in dead last," the man grumbled to you.

"You'd know something about that, eh?" you countered, snickering as you pushed past him to gather a few papers.

"What did you say to me?," the man asked, puffing out his chest.

"Oh, God, this is going to be good," John said with a slight giggle. He could tell by your folded arms and the way your foot began to tap rapidly against the floorboards you were properly angry now.

You whipped around, annunciating your words as if he were a complete idiot, because he was. "I said you're a fucking drunk who made a shit bet so don't come in here and throw a wobbler like a bloody child!"

Sitting back to watch the drama unfold from behind his paper, John snickered as he listened to you give the man a tongue lashing. The man retaliated calling you a cunt.

John sucked in a breath. "Ooh, I wouldn't call her that, mate!" John commented to no one in particular, shaking his head. He kicked his feet off the desk and leaned forward slightly to see how you would return the insult.

You wagged a finger in the man's face, half his size, but berating him as though you were equally matched. "Call me that once more and I'll cut ya, ya filthy animal! Don't fuck with me!"

That's when John saw the man reach out to grab you by the arm and he was on his feet in seconds, pounding the floorboards menacingly. He pinned the man to the wall, narrowing his eyes at the bastard who dared lay a hand on you, asking, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The man could only gurgle in response as John held him by the throat.

You brushed your sleeve, noting the dirt he'd left behind with a frown before collecting yourself and lightly placing a hand on John's shoulder. He turned to look at you, eyes softening, but grip remaining firm.

"Can I borrow your blade, darling? Left mine in me other skirt," you said, voice as thick and sweet as honey.

"Of course, love," he said, handing it over with a quick kiss.

"Wait, wh-what's sh-she going to do with that?" the man stuttered, too afraid to move.

"Cut your balls off, I reckon," John replied. Breaking out into a shit eating grin, he reached up to smack the man on the cheek a couple of times. Then he pulled back to take in the look of horror as he snorted, "Nah, just take your eyes. She's a blinder after all and she did warn ya not to fuck with her."

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[mystar-girl57]

𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐦

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: widowed!jake sully x female reader

Warnings: nothing just a bittersweet good bye

You took a deep breath in your shoulders rising, tensing as you held the breath then relaxed with the exhale. The water gently lapped at your ankles, your feet resting in the cool ocean water. The sun had woken up and slowly made its way into the sky, its beatiful rays reflecting against the water, dancing on your skin.

It was on calm mornings like this that you felt them the most.

The woven path creaked and dipped behind you making a soft smile form on your lips. You no longer frowned at those footsteps instead you waited in giddiness for them to get to you and it was not long before they were there. Jake sat down beside you with a groan and a deep yawn escaped his throat.

“Mornin’ babygirl,” he whispered, pulling you in and kissing your temple. You could tell he had just stumbled out of bed a few moments ago with how scratchy his voice was. “Did my snoring wake you up again?” You could not help but giggle a bit, shaking your head. “Surprisingly no,” you scooted closer to your husband so your bodies were wedged together, “it was Tuk’s tossing this time.” Jake let out a sigh, “She needs to start staying in her own bed, she’s nine now.”

You smirked looking up at him, “Yeah but something tells me you enjoy your little girl getting in bed with us still.” Jake rolled his eyes playfully before grabbing you sudddely making you squeal in surprise as he pulled you into his lap. Jake buried his face into the crook of his neck subtly connecting your queues together. You sighed softly feeling the love he was feeling wash over you through tsaheylu.

You both gently walked back and forth, watching the sun set and basking in each others presences. Neither of you needed to speak, the tsaheylu was saying enough.

“I saw them last night.” You whispered, playing with one of Jake’s dreads. “Both of them. They looked good. Neytiri was happy, she said hi and she was happy you were not being as much of a skxawng anymore.” Jake let out an amused ‘tch’, “What about you? You’re still a skxawng last I checked.” He teased. You let out a gasp of mock offense, “How dare you offend your wife.”

You went to playfully hit him but Jake caught you by the wrist and pulled you in for a tender kiss instead.

It may have taken a lifetime and several near death experiences for you to get here but you had made it. You learned what happiness was and you were not letting go of it soon.

You felt two presences on either side of you and you looked up at Jake, he felt them too. “Happy 16th birthday son.” Jake whispered and you hummed in agreement. Though neither of you could see Neteyam or Neytiri you both knew that they were there smiling right back at you.

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐬:

Well everyone we have made it to the end of My Chrysanthemum so I suppose this is where we part.

This has been the first story for me to successfully finish and it has a very special place in my heart.

Before we go I just wanted to say a special thank you to @/theseuscmander and @/neteyamsilly (I'm not going to tag them because I don't want to bother them) but these two wonderful writers really inspired me and gave me the confidence to write this fic and their works are so wonderful.

Also thank you to all of you the readers, thank you so much for the comments the hearts just everything, it really gave me the motivation to write this story and I'm so glad to see you all love it as me.

Drabbles for this are open so please send,

So with that it has been wonderful and stay tuned for a The Last of Us fic coming out here in a few weeks,

Until then, love ya babes 💕

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[vqrtualheartss]

Can I request 42 miles having been with reader for a long while now, and like she already knows about miles being the prowler. So he kinda just comes in through her window and finds out she can sing, because she's singing when he comes but she doesn't notice him right away? And you can fill in the rest how you'd like.

If you can do this, thank you! No pressure though

♪ • My Beyoncé

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i still cannot believe that like, we're at 100. i love y'all Currently trying to create more gender-neutral writing or even mlm cause I'm tryna b inclusive so yea

Warnings — None, I think Genre — Fluff

"HUAHHHH" flopping down onto the bed I dragged a pillow beneath my face, muffling the minute long scream. Lordd, Isn't summer school supposed to be just shits and giggles? Why the hell did I get guilt-tripped into this―this is whack. Sluggishly, I sat up, removing my shoes and heading to the bathroom, raising and dragging my feet into the floor one by one getting there.

I shook my body looking into the mirror, closing and re-opening my eyes every two seconds to rid the tiredness. Ceasing, I took a deep breath...and then another one, smiling sheepishly before letting out laughter I didn't know I had in me. Am I really losing it cause of the heat? To keep myself somewhat awake I took on the task of washing my hair. yes. an everything shower.

Searching for something lightweight to wear, I found a ruffled short-sleeved top and random shorts from a sleeping set ―the other half I lost. Feeling more refreshed, it had me unsettled how the atmosphere felt more dull than calmer.

" A little music never hurt anybody right?" I sat on the bed, towels wrapped around my torso and hair, searching for the perfect queue of songs to play. I settled with the “For Whatever playlist” on standby for situations like these. Connecting to the speakers set beside the vanity table, I placed my phone face down to get myself dressed.

Before I knew it, clapping to the beats softly and doing whichever dance came to mind turned into navigating throughout my room with my waist, gradually singing louder than the music.

I sang from SWV

“Boy I'll do you all night long. Do you any way you want, I will do you all night long. I wanna please you, Don't wanna tease youu”

To Nicki

“I'd do anything that you say, anything. 'Cause you the boss, you the boss. You, you, you the boss, ayy”

I felt lighter in contrast to earlier, my eyes shut as my whole being absorbed the music. I barely sorted my hair out but ironic enough, I was about 35 songs deep into the playlist, jumping from the classics to Modern R&B, Rap, you name it —without skips too—

Then came on one of my favourites by Kehlani, ―You know wassup― and believe me when I say I sang that shit like I was going through itt. Almost embodying the lyrics, my face expressed every emotion brought on by the lyrics, my hands pointing from myself to the invisible person infront me.

“Why do I gotta beg to be chosen over your vices, over your liquor? Why I gotta ask for flowers? I deserve roses, I deserve bigger I know you're tryna change, but is it all worth the wait? It hurts to stay just as much as it hurts to walk away”

"Why you in here acting like I don't be treating you right ?" Ending off with a breathy chuckle, I turned around to see Miles getting comfortable on my windowsill. It was obvious how he came in, but why that way.

"You do know that I have a working door right?" He shrugged, a cheeky smirk taunting his lips. Piecing together two and two I pressed my lips into a hard line, bringing out my bottom lip with my index finger before pointing it at him. "How long have you been there?" Wrapping an arm around my torso, I placed the other hand on my cheek, anticipating his answer.

"Long enough to know my baby could give Beyoncé a run for her money. Esa voz podría hacerte ganar el apodo de ángel, mi amado" That voice could get you the name angel, my love. The space between us grew shorter as he stood infront my frame, placing his hands down on my hips. "oh puh-lease, you're just saying that" Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms, trying to surpress the bending in the corners of my mouth.

"Okay, let me word it better for you. You're MYY Beyoncé"

"Oh really now"

"Yes and I mean it" Punctuating his sentence with a kiss, he continued "Got it?" I hummed a "Hm" hooking my arms behind his head. "Good"

©vqrtualheartss 2023 ©dae 2023

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[dru-plays-starbound]

Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts

Universe: Starbound CW: Swearing, deliberate tense switching Words: 3212 Context: Started for August's monthly prompt: "Home". Finished for the Woe, Cubes be Upon Ye Protectorate Event. Title is from The Poet at the Breakfast Table by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Concrit welcome. Or read on AO3 Tag list (ask for +/-): @jacquesfindswritingandadvice, @writeblrsupport

Somewhere, an alarm is chirping incessantly. Mio pulls the covers up, trying to drown out the sound. "Cadet." The voice has an electronic cadence, devoid of emotion. "Cadet, wake up. I calculate a 99% chance that you will be late if you don't get up now." Mio throws the covers back. "SAIL?" "No. This is your other automated assistant, LIAS." The delivery is almost deadpan. "Oh, very funny," Mio replies, equally deadpan. "You know, I regret ever installing that sarcasm module. Just my luck it was unstable…" The air is the first thing she notices – it's fresh and clear, devoid of the synthetic smell recycled air carries. The light is bright and warm, reflecting off light grey and orange walls. Mio nictitates. "SAIL, what day is it?" SAIL's audio crackles as it plays a snippet from an old movie, "Why, it's Christmas Day!" "Ocean Tides, SAIL!" Mio runs a hand over her face. "Mio, are you unwell? Did you somehow forget today is your graduation day?"

Mio fumbles out of bed and stares at the room. "I think I'm dreaming…" The sunset postcard and hula girl Lonny got from xir sister. Goldwall's maintenance manuals next to Chian's trashy romance novels next to Mio's textbooks. Xilli's turtle plush, Fabian's guitar… It's all exactly as Mio remembers, right down to Chian's clothes spilling out of the drawers. Mio pulls the turtle plush off its shelf, crushing it against her chest. She can feel the soft pile, feel it tickle the membranes of her hands. It even has the little worn spot on the top of its paw that they all rubbed for luck or anxiety. Mio finds herself thumbing it even now. This doesn't feel like a dream, and yet… "SAIL, what the fuck is going on?"

"Mio, I am concerned. I know you have been looking forward to graduation day; however, I recommend you forgo the ceremony and instead get checked out by the medical team." "I feel fine, SAIL. I'm just…" Already the lines are blurring. "I'm confused. I had a dream? The craziest dream. The Protectorate was gone, the Earth was destroyed… I met Grand Protector Bright, and she had me collecting these relics…" Mio shakes her head. "Your vitals seem normal," SAIL says, though its tone is reluctant. "If you are to make Graduation, you must hurry." "Right." So Mio shakes off the remnants of her confusion and hurries. Bathroom ablutions are done in haste, her uniform – perfect from where it was laid out the night before – is donned, and she grabs a slice of cold toast Xilli has left out for her, chewing as she rushes through the halls.

Lonny is the first to see her. Xe waves and laughs as Mio is hustled in with her group. They may be Dorm B, but their outstanding performance means they graduate first. As a diplomat, Mio is their team leader and is hustled right to the front of the queue. "Anxious. Hurry, Mio. The ceremony is about to start," Goldwall says, nudging her through. "Why isss Mio sso late?" Chian hisses as Mio passes. "I had a bizarre dream. SAIL was this close to shocking me awake." Xilli clacks her beak. "Tell us about it later. Did you manage to eat something?" "Yes. I found the toast, thank you!" Xilli nuzzles Mio's fronds. "Someone's got to take care of our Captain." "Not Captain!" Fabian chuckles, his eyes dancing. "Not yet." Because they all know it's coming, Mio thinks as she stands proud at the front of the line, straightening her uniform. The six of them will be deployed to join an existing crew, and in a few years they'll get their own ship, and then she'll be Captain.

There's applause as Grand Protector Portia steps up to the podium and begins her speech. A sense of déjà vue floods over Mio, like she's heard these words before. "Today, in the name of peace," Portia is saying. Mio's stomach clenches, dread and fear rising. She shakes her head. "You okay?" Fabian whispers into her ear. "I feel strange," Mio whispers back. Fabian squeezes her shoulder. "It's just-" he starts, but a rumble interrupts him. "Huh?" Mio moves instinctively, like she's done this dance before. She spins, shoving Fabian hard. A chunk of concrete drops from the ceiling between them. "Mio!" "Run!" she screams back.

There is nowhere to go but the stage. Mio's running, scooping the Matter Manipulator up, even as Portia, wrapped in the huge tentacle of some giant beast, is shouting at her to run. She's chased down the corridors by screams and the noise of ripping infrastructure, and arrives on the shuttle pad as smaller tentacles worm their way through the building towards her.

SAIL guides her to a waiting hylotl ship, something she can reliably pilot, and she shoves the AI into the ship's waiting port. As Mio runs the start-up procedures, she can't help but wish Lonny was here next to her. Xe's a far better pilot than she is. Her heart twists. She left her crew. Her family. Her love. "Cadet, I have released the shuttle and plotted a route away from the planet. You may launch." Mio's hand wavers. "Mio. Launch." She hits the ignition, and they rise through the atmosphere. "Engaging FTL… Now!" In her haste, Mio has forgotten her seatbelt. She's slammed back into her seat, then forward. Her head hits the console, and everything goes dark.

–

Mio wakes with a start, jerking upright, and leaping away from a bed. "SAIL?" she calls, voice tight with panic "Good morning," comes the AI's modulated voice. "Where are we?" "Mio?" SAIL sounds worried. "You are in your dormitory at the Terrene Protectorate Academy." "But we-" Mio turns frantically. Golden light reflects off orange and white walls. "There was-" She pulls the turtle plush down from the shelf, crushing it against her chest and thumbing at the bare spot on its paw. "What the fuck?" "You were dreaming, Mio," SAIL says. "I was just about to wake you. If you do not hurry, you'll be late for your graduation." "The graduation!" Mio's eyes widen. "Tides, I have to warn them! Where's Grand Protector Portia?" "She's currently in her quarters. Mio, what are you talking about?" The turtle plush is thrown onto Xilli's bed as Mio runs out of the room, still in her PJs. "Get Fabian on comms. Tell him to grab the crew and our families and get to a shuttle now." "Mio, I understand the last term has been stressful for you-" "Damnit, SAIL! Just do it!"

Mio slides to a halt in front of the Grand Protector's quarters. Taking a breath, she straightens her pyjama top. From within comes Portia's muffled voice, "For over 500 years, we have stood honourably… No, no. We have stood proud…" Mio rings the bell, and the door hisses open. "Blast, is it time already?" Portia asks. Her white hair is neatly swept back, and her ceremonial uniform is missing the golden epaulettes. She's mistaken Mio for her escort. "Ma'am, no. I'm not here to take you to the ceremony. I'm here to take you to safety." "I beg your pardon?" "My name is Mio. I'm a final-year cadet. This will sound crazy, I'm sure, and I can't explain how I know, but we're going to be attacked." Mio swallows. "You'll say 'we welcome our newest compatriots, and present each of them with our greatest tool' and then a giant tentacle will kill you. Please, I must get you to safety." Portia waits for a second, then laughs. "I commend you, Cadet Mio. Usually, the pranks are after the ceremony. I think this is one for the history books." "Ma'am, please. This isn't a prank. Earth is going to be destroyed. I'm trying to warn you!" Portia gives Mio an indulgent smile. "Listen, Cadet. This is one of the more unique and inventive stories I've been given in my tenure as Grand Protector, so I applaud you for that. But I need to finish getting ready. Come and find me afterwards, eh?" Portia turns away, but Mio sticks her foot in the door. She knows she's not being very diplomatic, but the panic for what's going to happen seems to have robbed her good sense. "Ma'am," Mio says firmly. "There's not going to be an after if we don't act now!" "That's enough, Cadet." Portia has a shock weapon in her hand. Mio can already anticipate what's going to happen but knows she still has to try. She takes a step into the Grand Protector's quarters. "Ma'am, please-" Mio's whole body locks up, muscles frozen from the electrical discharge Portia's just struck her with. Mio hits the ground, and everything goes dark.

–

"Cadet. Cadet, wake up." Mio lies in the bed for a moment longer, ignoring the alarm, ignoring SAIL's prodding to rise. Her gaze flits over her surrounds – orange walls, warm sunlight, yellow bedspread – and she sighs. "Hush, SAIL. I'm getting up," Mio says. Mio dresses, eats both slices of the cold toast, and rubs the turtle plush's paw. "It is quite impressive that you can remain so serene when you are running so late. Well done you," SAIL says. Mio says nothing in response, only gives a grim little smile as she exits the dormitory.

"Mio, where are you going?" SAIL says. "The main hall is in the other direction." "I know. Please get Fabian on comms. Tell him to round up the crew and our families, and get them to a shuttle immediately." Mio runs a fond hand over the orange panelling. "Tell him I'm sorry, I won't be joining them." "The message has been sent. Mio, I am concerned. It is unlike you to behave so irrationally." Mio stops at a door, and prises off the keypad's face, fiddling with its innards as Chian taught her. "If something happens once, that's a fluke," she says to SAIL, as she works on the lock mechanism. "If it happens a second time, it's a coincidence. But once something happens a third time, it's a pattern. Agreed?" "Agreed," comes SAIL's cautious assessment. "Then I'm stuck in some kind of time loop. In just under an hour, an eldritch creature is going to obliterate Earth. I don't know why or how this is happening to me, but I've got a chance to stop the beast, so I'm going to take it."

The door hisses open and lights flicker on as Mio walks into a room filled with stacks of weapons and munitions. She walks directly to a cage in the back and picks the lock. "Mio, are you sure you didn't just have a dream?" Mio snorts as she finds what she's looking for – a monstrosity in black and shiny grey. "Yes, SAIL, I had a dream. My dream was to graduate with my friends. To go to the afterparty and introduce my girlfriend to my parents. To have my mother be proud of me. "My dream was to go into space with the people I've spent the last four years training with, to lead them to bold new horizons and share their adventures. "Instead, I end up stranded, Tides' knows where, on a dead ship, all alone. My home, destroyed. Everyone I cared about, murdered. I had to claw my life back, block by block." Mio shoulders the rocket launcher. "The Ruin destroyed my dream. The fuck am I letting it happen again."

It takes longer than Mio would like to get up to the hatch beside the Hall's dome, and many strange looks, but she pulls on the harness, hooks herself onto the safety rail, and starts the climb. The dome is the highest place on the Academy campus. She only knows how to get up here because Whip brought her one morning to watch the sunrise. It had been magical – the golden sunlight glittering off the Thames, turning it into a ribbon of molten gold, and Whip's warm arm around her, protecting her from the wind. The city, unblemished, spreads out before her now, as Mio sets up the rocket launcher. There're no strong, warm arms this time to protect her from the racing wind, and she has to brace herself against the safety rail. SAIL has long since stopped complaining; she can only hope it hasn't sent for Security forces.

The Ruin appears in the blink of an eye. One moment all is serene – the next, the sky is filled with smoke, debris and banded purple tentacles. Through the darkness, Mio sees the glint of something vast and yellow. She aims and fires the rocket launcher. There is an unholy screech. Thick tentacles reach out for her, but she fires again, blasting them apart. The dome shakes. Mio loses her footing. She drops the Ex Machina and watches it skitter away. Something strikes her back. Mio feels the taut safety line snap, and she's plunging towards the edge of the dome. She falls, and everything goes black.

–

An alarm chirps. "Cadet-" "Fuck off, SAIL," Mio says, rolling over. "I'm sick."

An hour later, the building shakes. Mio is knocked out of bed. Goldwall's toolbox falls off a shelf and hits her on the head. Everything goes dark.

–

"Cadet-" "I had a dream that told me not to graduate today," Mio tells SAIL before it can get any further chivvying her awake. She dresses, eats her toast, and tidies the dormitory. As she's putting Chian's clothes away, Mio smiles, thinking of Freya's tendency to drop her clothes wherever.

Mio takes her time strolling down the corridor, chatting to the graduate students. She fixes the vending machine using a trick Nobu taught her, helps the janitor clear the walkway of blossoms – not unlike sweeping flour from Sparkfoot's galley – and sits under the tree, listening to the second-year recite poetry that reminds her of Sakura's. Mio stays on the bench after the second-year leaves, admiring the view and thinking that Kata would like the wind chimes. Then the beast comes. The tree is uprooted, and a falling branch knocks her unconscious.

–

The alarm that woke her was the warning blare of defective machinery. Rather than 'Cadet', SAIL was crying, "Captain! Captain!" The air that greeted her nose was stale, her vision wavering and tinted green as she stared through the darkness at the orange shape flitting distantly. Mio twisted, looking around, trying to figure out where she was. Another flicker, white this time, and closer too. "She's waking up! Get her out of there!" "The mechanism's bust. We'll need to get her out manually." The voices were muted, as if coming through thick glass, or water. Mio nictitated. She pressed her hands against a wall of glass. A tank? Why, by the Ocean Tides, was she in a tank? "Guys!" "I'll do it." Another figure resolved out of the wavering darkness, unmistakably a hylotl by their cyan and lavender markings. Their webbed hands and feet clung to the outside of the tank as they climbed it. Metal reverberated against metal, making the tank shake. Mio gripped the walls, fearful of ending up crushed and cut. But the tank didn't fall. The top was removed, and the other hylotl slid in with her. «Leader,» said the hylotl. Mio nictitated. It had been so long since she'd heard the underwater language, that she struggled to understand them for a moment. «What this?» Mio asked. «Rescue.» The hylotl smiled, achingly familiar. Mio was sure she knew this one, but like spume in a storm, their name escaped her. «Hold still. Many points to remove.» «Points?» The hylotl reached up to her head and pulled something off Mio's scalp. Mio screamed, the tank fluid filling with bubbles as she fought to get away from the searing pain. «Leader, leader, wait,» the other tried to soothe. «No! Pain! Pain!» The other launched themself up, leaning over the top of the tank. "Fife, do you have something that can help?" "Try this." The one in white hands a tube of something to the other. "It's a cream that should make the electrodes come off easier."

Mio's mind whirled as the other hylotl massaged the cream into her fronds, lifting the electrodes from her skull. Fife… Fife is a medic. Fife is her medic. The orange blob resolved itself into the form of an avian… Xictli, Mio's second in command. That makes the hylotl… «Youko.» It's not possible to whisper underwater, so zir attention was on her instantly. «Yes?» Mio nictitated. «Nothing. Continue.» As ze went back to the business of freeing Mio from whatever contraption she'd fallen into, Mio can't help but feel a fluttering in her chest. This is her crew. Her family. They came to rescue her, to take her back to her ship, which she captains. Mio put a hand to her head. Her memories are all so jumbled.

Finally, Youko was done. Ze helped her from the tank and into Xictli and Fife's waiting arms. "What happened?" Mio asked as Fife looked her over. "Your last reported position was just outside this facility." SAIL's words were perfunctory, but its tone was fretful. "You declared your intent to investigate an abandoned apex research facility and shortly afterwards your comms died. I waited three hours, planet time, per our standard procedure, then alerted the crew to your disappearance." "When we arrived," Xictli said, "the place was not as abandoned as expected. We can only surmise you were taken by surprise, captured, and put in this… contraption. I'm sorry it took us so long to find you." "How long?" "A few days." "I can see your vitals are stable," SAIL said, "and aside from some malnutrition, you have no outward signs of injury. Doctor, do you concur?" "I'll do a full diagnostic back on the ship," Fife said. "But from initial evidence, I concur. How do you feel?" Mio opened her mouth, then shut it again and shook her head. "That's fine," Fife said. "It's alright to be confused. I can't imagine what they were doing to you." Yon smiled gently. "Let's get you back home." Mio recoiled. "What?" "To… to the ship?" Fife frowned and glanced at Xictli. "I'm going to need a full workup on what that machine was doing." Xictli ground her beak, hands curling into fists. "I'll bring a team back down after the Captain is safe." Mio closed her eyes briefly. "The base is Miniknog. It's thought reassignment R&D. What-" Her voice stuck in her throat. "What was the programme set to?" Xictli and Youko shared a look. "To assess the subject's perception of 'Home'," Xictli said. Mio nictitated rapidly, flaring her gills. "Of course it fucking was," she said with a choked laugh.

As they rose through the floors of the underground lab, Mio watched her team work on her extraction. They might not be the crew she thought she'd have, and they may not have been the ones she wanted. Nonetheless, they were her crew, the ones she'd chosen, bit by bit. She cared for them – shared their adventures, their triumphs and tribulations. They had, she realised, become as much of a family as her first crew; and her ship as much of a home as the Terrene Protectorate.

#starbound #writing #starbound fanfic #starbound fanfiction #sbprompts23 #theprotectorate23 #wandering words #concrit welcome #Tense switching is *hard*. I'm sure I've screwed up along the way XD #This doesn't feel like one of my better works but maybe I'm just hitting that one curve? #The taste vs ability one. Thus all thoughts welcome #oc mio #mio's crew

[myburntwritings]

Day 9: Fav room/area

My favourite location in the Burnt City is very specific, not only to the place, but also to time.

It would be very easy to say "The Tenement Square/Courtyard" and leave it at that, but it doesn't feel complete, because there are a dozen locations I love as much as I loved Tenement square. They each have different reasons behind them, and as such, compete in my head for top spot.

So, I'm going to get specific. Because, don't we all love a bit of Specificity. And I know Hades says you can't recreate it with words alone, but I'm going to give it a shot, and see if I can't get you standing there with me.

It's the top of the show. You're one of the first people through the museum and into Troy. There are people milling about in the town square and shops, investigating their surroundings. Their white-masked faces lift as you pass, checking to see if you're someone they should be paying attention to. You're not. Just another shade.

You move through the space, letting your feet carry you in no direction in particular. You find yourself in the Tenement Square, entirely alone. It is early enough that even the black mask is not yet in place. After the chatter-filled queue, the bustling Peep, the hustle through the museum rooms, it is entirely silent but for the music soundscape being pumped through the space.

You stand at the side of the square, the backs of your shoulders just touching the diagonal slope of the stairs. Usually, you avoid this space. You never know when a performer, or another audience member, might nip under the stairs as part of their loop, or in order to get a better view. But there is no one coming now.

The benches stand sentry in the centre of the square, the lighting for dances not yet occurring dappled across them. They shouldn't really be here yet. They'd be at the sides of the square, right where you're standing in fact.

Directly opposite you, the shrine to Apollo is not yet adorned with flower offerings. The candles change colours so gradually, that it is impossible to tell when they stopped being purple, and became pink. How long have you been standing here watching the faint smoke and mist rolling across the brick paving, swaying perfectly in time with the music?

How entranced were you with the dancing lights in place of physical beings, that you did not notice the black mask who has taken their position in the corner next to the Danaïdes door?

He appears next. Kronos. He's early. Far earlier than the rest of the characters will appear. He moves slowly. He pays you no attention as he walks to stand in front of door 8 and turns to inspect the tenement courtyard he has been charged with.

Time is stopped, or in a loop. It has no meaning. This is a moment that stretches. The precipice before the great fall into chaos. The world, this world, holding its breath before a deadly scream. Between the noise and chaos of getting into the space, and the exhilarated following of plots and characters. There is a silence in the eye of this storm.

He notices you, then. A slight tilt of the head. Tension and release in his shoulders. He grasps his hands into fists at his side. The orange glow from above door 8, the blue glow from the pillar, has obscured his face. He, like you, is nothing more than a shadow in this world. A shade.

He steps away from the door, and only as you move to follow into this beautiful storm of a show do you realise that the rest of the world has filled in around you. There are people everywhere. There are other white masks waiting around the square. There are staff and cast slowly filtering into the space.

That one time in that specific place. You may never get it back. But the memory lingers of the time you found yourself in the perfect silence of home.

#the burnt city #punchdrunk #immersive theatre #greek mythology #tbc #set #set design #tbc 30 day challenge

[beastofmoss]

WIP THURSDAY BECAUSE I WORK NIGHTSHIFT AND TIME IS AN ILLUSION TO ME

I was tagged by @fenharel-apologist94 for this! I'm new to writing things and don't exactly have a fic that I'm working on (yet), but I do have a scene I'm still working on. I'm redoing a lot of it due to literally writing it on my phone while half-asleep, but this is what I got so far!

Sunflower and Mint

The sky was like a painting with soft pinks and oranges, and clouds blushed with the warm lighting of the dying sun. A light breeze brushed past the giggling blades of grass, tickling them to dance to the wind's song. 

Deshan sat with their back against a tree, hands busy with something that Viveras could not see. The nine-year-old looked upon their older sibling, grayish eyes like water – reflecting the warm colored sky. He wondered what they were making.

Viveras often wonders where Deshan went when they weren't in the clan's camp, disappearing for days or even weeks before reappearing again with trinkets for him. Always on queue, he would ask where they had gone, and just like before they would always reply with"Trading!" Nothing more, nothing less. Asking others in the Clan was no use, and only provided frustratingly no answers either. 

A mischievous grin played at the corner of his lips, gray eyes squinting as a plan formed in his mind. Deshan has always been good at hide and seek, hiding and waiting until he came by, jumping out and attacking him with tickles while yelling "I am Fen'harel and I have come to eat you!". And it always worked, no matter how many times they did it; they always got him.

With the sweet seed of revenge in mind, Viveras took a silent step forward – slowly making his way toward the seventeen-year-old on his tippy-toes. His steps were light, brushing against the green blades of grass, getting closer with each step until Deshan's slender ear twitched.

"Yes, pollito?"

Their voice was soft and warm, filled with gentle amusement. Deshan turned to face him, head peering around the tree's truck. Their face was bare, childhood still hung upon their cheeks, and freckles danced across their nose. Their skin was a warm shade of brown and filled with love from the sun before them. Their hair was carefully and lovingly twisted into bantu knots.

"How did you know I was coming?" Viveras whined, he stomped his little feet towards them, only stopping before them to cross his arm. His eyebrows pulled down into a scowl as his older sibling let out a small chuckle. He could finally see what Deshan was working on. A half-made, albeit badly made, flower crown sat on their lap. He recognized the yellow flowers as dandelions. 

"Magic." They simply replied, hands wiggling at him. 

"You did not!"

"I did too!"

"No, you didn't!"

"And why is that, stinky?"

"Because I can do magic!"

And to prove his point, Viveras wiggled his tiny hands and little sparks zig between his fingers. 

Deshan let out a bark of laughter, their head was thrown back as the laughter took on their whole body-shaking them with their music. Viveras puff out his chubby cheeks, feeling a blush paint his tan skin. Then he let out a frustrated huff, stomping his feet once again. "Deshaaann." He whines again, making an angry face. "I don't smell either!"

Still smiling, Deshan gesture him over only to pull him down once he was near. "Hmm, let me check." They lean over to smell him, only to instantly pull back with a fake grimace on their lips. They wave their hands in front of their nose, "Ewww, pollito, you sure you don't smell? Because you stink!"

Viveras' eyes widened, his mouth agape with this offense. "I took a bath as you told me to!"

Deshan's eyebrows raised, "You sure?"

"Yes!" 

As Viveras' lips turn down, Deshan leans over to plant a kiss on his forehead, an arm snaking over his shoulders. He squirms, not trusting this open display of affection from them. There’s always a trick when it had come to Deshan’s displays of affection.  

And just like many times before, he was right not to trust them because before he knew it, he was shoved into their armpit. "You're gonna need a bath after I'm done with you!" 

He gags, feeling the accursed scent of teenage body order–a mix between an onion and rotten oranges– and he pushes against Deshan’s broad body like his life depends on it. 

Laughter filled his ears as he fought, arms pushing against Deshan's body, twisting and screaming until he broke from their grasp. He gasps, breathing in deeply the scent of freedom, before turning his boiling rage towards Deshan. “Deshan! You jer-” Before he could even finish his sentence, he felt fingers dance across his neck–making him instantly hunch his shoulders, a dying sound of laughter escaping his lips. 

He felt their arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, and he pushes and squirm. Their fingers prodded him, tickling his armpits despite his giggling pleading. The blanket of rage that beheld him before disappear, only leaving him ablaze with laughter. Viveras let out high-pitch squeals, trying to get away from them–only to be pulled back towards them whenever he attempted an escape.

After the first few attempts, he gave up and let them tickle him senselessly. His laughter and squeals bounce from his chest like a rubber ball, loud and unbashful, and through smiling eyes did he see Deshan’s own smiling face–dimples appear like clouds on a sunny day. Even after Deshan stops their attack on him, he still felt giggles bubble out of him. His cheeks were warm and hurt from smiling so much, and he lean against their strong left arm. 

He murmurs, "Your armpits smell.” 

The accusation was only met with Deshan’s soft laughter–bright and cheery as the birds in the morning–it was something that is familiar to Viveras and it never fails to get his lips to curl. 

“How are your studies?” Their hands were already back to their doomed flower crown–their eyes focus on their work, but Viveras knew better. “It’s been good,” He curtly replies, his grey irises focusing on the steady–albeit clumsily–work, “Keeper (name that's super long input here) shown me how to heal!” he gives them an excited grin, “Is that so?” They sang softly, mild curiosity plaguing their tone. 

“Yeah, wanna see?” 

They lift their rich brown irises from their doom gold, displaying their interest with a nod. Viveras felt his grin widen–for a short second he wonders how big he can smile before his head is split like a watermelon– and cupped his tiny hands together. His grey irises were drawn towards his hands, dark eyebrows knitted in concentration. Remembering what the Keeper has told him about healing magic, he let the warmth of today’s laughter fill him. A small blue glow peeked from his open palms like a shy wisp–transparent and unsteady in its glow. He looks up towards Deshan, hoping for approval from them. Their rich brown irises reflect the blue glow of his magic and for a second he thought he saw the warm browns fade to something else. A shiver ran down his spine and a seed of dread settle in his stomach–and then the glow went out.

“Oh,” Viveras glance back down at his empty hands, the feeling of dread still sprouting–speading up towards his beating heart.     

#deshan lavellan #viveras lavellan #lavellan siblings #qin writes #i havent really gotten this reviews/grammar corrected by my boyfriend so #its kinda a bit raw owo #its a bit of a flashback #younger lavellan siblings

[not-so-anonymous-scotch]

The final part of my AU LL fic of Bdubs getting the final life from Etho instead of dying.

Click above, or read below!

They were trapped in the fort. Not literally, but close enough. Leaving felt dangerous with how many players were still out and about, and none of them were friendly to Etho or Bdubs. That brief moment of security where they assured their own alliance, couldn't outlast the growing fears of what felt like an inevitable ending. This time though, there was a period to wait and prepare for good. Whatever time they had left before a confrontation was unknown, but they knew they had to be ready this time. Not just on armor, but potions and apples and anything else that'd keep them alive. Hopefully if they got into something, they had a better chance of making it out no matter how much they doubted that possibility.

  They were quiet inside the snow walls. Whether it was intentional to stop others from hearing them or simply because there was nothing to add, it didn't matter much. Every so often in repairing gear or the walls, the two locked eyes. Just a moment to remember they were together.

  Time felt slow, so slow and so quiet. Up until the moment Bdubs heard a voice just outside the walls, making him nearly jump out of his skin.

“Hey guys! How- uh, how's it going?” Grian's voice was very close, not far away like the last visit. His cheerful tone did nothing to reassure either Etho or Bdubs.

“Fine.” Etho said as he stood where he was, further back in the base.

The sound of Joel's voice and his clambering up towards the wall came quickly after. “Fine?”

“Really?” Grian exhaled, “I donno... I mean. You- um, Etho you killed Scott, yeah?”

Etho didn't answer. Bdubs moved a little further away from the wall, hearing the sound of snow crumbling.

“Yeah- How'd that happen?” Joel added, making quicker work of the fort's walls and squeezing through first. “Couldn't have been an accident.. sticking your sword right through him and all...”

“It was-” Etho started, but was promptly cut off.

“No,” Grian laughed, “no I don't think so! You don't just.. accidentally kill a yellow name. You guys were all buddy-buddy, weren't you? Not like you were on different teams even!”

  The two red names had pushed past their weak snow walls, making their way around the edge of the base. As reds often did, they danced around the likelihood that they were here to kill them- keeping them on edge as they rummaged through the base and made the pair below try to avoid getting close to them at all costs. It was always entertaining for them, especially now that Bdubs was on the receiving end of red intimidation. He had no power in this moment.

  Bdubs stood closer to Etho as they quietly watched the red pair, whispering to him. “Um. Should we attack 'em?”

As if right on queue, an explosion went off on Bdubs' right, making him stumble from where he stood. When he got to his feet, he could see Joel up on the edge of a central tower.

“Oh, I missed.”

Etho grabbed Bdubs by the shirt, moving them out of Joel's immediate vicinity.

“Let's just get out of the way.” Etho said, quiet enough for only Bdubs to hear.

  The TNT wasn't the only thing against them though, as the whizzing sound of arrows followed them moments after. Even while the two tried to escape Grian and Joel's fire, Bdubs turned back multiple times with his bow out. Etho lent a hand as well, but the slow down for readying their bows still got them hit a few times. The fight had certainly started now though, and the pressure was growing. It was either stay and try to kill those two, or run and hope they wouldn't run into more people who'd gladly join in on the fight against them.

  But as expected, Bdubs' need to keep up the damage as Etho directed them to safety was getting his health down even more than it should've. That was one thing Etho was watching, and above all he wanted to avoid it. They were not in a good position to stay and defend.

“We have to get out-” Etho said as he pulled on Bdubs again. “You need to heal up, we can probably lose them”

Bdubs breathed heavy, letting himself be pulled along. “Okay- fine, we can- we can get out of here..”

  They ran recklessly through the forest, ducking under branches and glancing behind them- hardly watching where they were going. Bdubs had managed to regain his health after a little bit of food, despite the wounds still stinging. They slowed down a bit as they stopped hearing Grian or Joel, instead readying their weapons again. They didn't want a fight, but there was no stopping it at this point. They had to keep themselves attentive, and moved further away from the woods in order to have a better perspective.

  At the edge of the treeline sat an open field, where Etho and Bdubs hung around the border of. They didn't want to be completely in the open, But the flat area gave them a good view on those sides where they could be flanked. Through the tense run for safety, nothing had been said. Adrenaline and anxiety filled them, but the pressure was rising in Bdubs' especially.

  “You think the other guys are after us?” Bdubs asked quietly.

“Oh, like.. all of the yellows?” Etho kept his eyes to the horizon.

Bdubs paused for a moment, making sure he too was focused. “Yeah. They're probably gonna find us, in the open- and- are you.. are you sure we should stand here?”

“I don't think it'll matter at this rate.”

Bdubs glanced over, teeth clenched. “I know we're being hunted by like- like.. everyone on the server. But don't say that right now!”

Etho's brows creased, but he kept his eyes away. “Sorry.”

  The quiet took over again. They both knew they needed to focus and shut up so no one would hear them. They were more prepared though- Etho was stocked with a few potions, an apple or two for Bdubs. Now it was a matter of waiting, and hoping this wouldn't go as bad as they thought.

  Murmurs in the trees could be heard. They were familiar and immediately made dread wash over Bdubs, turning to face whatever was coming. There was no mistaking it- what sounded like friendly banter was in fact some yellow names talking it out with Grian and Joel. There was only a slight relief in hearing that Cleo was not with them- but it would be four against two. Four people who were very eager to kill them.

  Etho was aware as well, standing close to Bdubs as they faced the trees. In moments an arrow came flying from the cover of the trees. A few more were caught in the branches as they started to disperse, looking to get out into the open while avoiding exposing themselves.

  Ren shouted from one side, “Go that way- in the open!”

It was hard to tell who he may have been ordering, as neither Bdubs or Etho could make out who was in the trees. Nothing but the sound of stomping feet. Only moments after did they spot Matryn revealing himself, arrow flying seconds after. And eventually, Grian and Joel with him.

  There was already so much to keep track of. There was no communication as Etho and Bdubs turned either way to shoot at whoever was coming. It seemed like everyone had the same idea- staying distant, using their bow and arrows. It was harder to get the hits if they all kept moving. Bdubs was missing a lot, but it didn't matter to him as long as he stayed away from death. Etho was already taking some hits on himself, but landed some solid shots on their enemies.

  However, in Bdubs' distraction of dodging arrows, Joel was quick to take the opening. There was a sting, a slice across his back, as a diamond sword swung behind him. He gasped out, stumbling from the pain and swiftly looking behind him. Joel was not someone he wanted to face in combat, and that fear was validated when he saw the other jump up with his sword raised. Bdubs just barely moved out of the way, wide eyed as he saw the sword lodged deep in the dirt.

A sudden pained gasp came from Joel's mouth as an arrow flew right into his side. Between the chaos, Bdubs could see Etho with his bow up. He was readying it once more as Joel straightened himself. As the next ones flew Joel quickly bounded back, giving himself enough distance to use his own bow again.

  Bdubs found himself panting on the grass, still only just getting out of the stun Joel's attack left on him. It didn't help with the arrows coming left and right- everything was utterly overstimulating. He stood up eventually though, ignoring the jabs from each hit he was taking. He saw Etho running towards him, away from Matryn and Ren who were drawing in closer. While at first Bdubs assumed he would get up and run with Etho, he watched Etho stop in front of him, turning to continue shooting arrows at them instead. Bdubs peered out from Etho's cover, gripping him by the sleeve.

  “Etho- Etho-” Bdubs started up, anxiety flooding his senses, “Etho stop, stop- let's get farther away!”

“I- No, no there's a lot of them Bdubs,” He kept his eyes trained on the yellow names. “If we stop fighting we'll just get hit even more.”

He was right- running meant they couldn't attack easily, and having four people with bows against them made it impossible to make it out alive at this point.

Bdubs adjusted himself, putting his back to Etho. “Okay, fine. Just- just be sure to use those potions, alright?”

  Etho didn't answer, but Bdubs' assumed he'd heard him. There was only small amounts of movement as they tried to cover all sides of the attack. Bdubs was already down his two golden apples, able to get some close quarters hits on Matryn with his sword, but it only went back and forth as the others used their own potions, or stepped back to recover. It was going on too long, and the four against them made the two exhausted.

  Bdubs especially. The pressure, the pounding heartbeat- he was not good at fighting in this head space. He was fumbling more and more, head buzzing with heat. His health was inching lower and lower as all he could do was become a pillow for punctures at this point. When he looked over to Etho, he realized the other was not doing so well either.. actually, worse. In all the mess and how much Etho was putting himself first, Bdubs thought he was fairing fine- but that wasn't the case.

  Whatever state Bdubs was in, it didn't help his next line of thought.

“Etho-” Bdubs panted out, “I'm- I gotta finish this, I can-”

He darted forward, quickly reaching Etho and tugging him closer by the back of his jacket. Etho had little time to process as Bdubs pushed him to the ground and shielded him with his body as much as he could, returning fire on those who were attacking.

  Once Etho processed the situation, he looked up at Bdubs with wide eyes. “Bdubs?”

“Drink your dang potions!” Bdubs shouted back. “You haven't used 'em yet. Why are you waiting?”

There was little time to talk, but Etho hesitated to do as he was ordered. “You need them, Bdubs. You're gonna die, and you're red. I'll-”

Bdubs held his shield up for a moment, barely looking at Etho as arrows thumped against it. “Shut up, they're for you. You're just- you're at one and a half hearts, aren't you?”

Etho paused, heart racing. “Y-yeah, I am.”

“Then stop tryin' to sacrifice yourself for me!” Bdubs said with a growl, peeking over his shield. “S-stop! You gave me your life, you've done enough for me, okay?”

  It sounded angry, but that wasn't the intent. Bdubs had felt like Etho gave up way too much for him, for what? For him to lose that life anyways, and end up red again? Bdubs loved being with him, but there was no way he was going to let Etho take even more just to keep him alive. He'd done too much for him.

  When an opening shot managed to hit Etho, Bdubs put himself over Etho entirely, only able to use his shield to block a portion of the fire now. As Bdubs grimaced at each pierce, he watched Etho finally take the potions he held. Etho didn't do so with relief or joy, though.

“Okay- okay, good,” Bdubs said, each word breaking his heavy breathing.

With more health, Etho was better able to process the violence, and in that moment he noticed a shadow quickly approaching.

“Bdubs-” Etho choked out, “Bdubs, behind you!”

As Bdubs looked over his shoulder, shield ready, it felt like Etho was trying to shove him off. He knew he was- he knew Etho was trying to take whatever blow was coming. That wasn't going to happen.

  It was Joel, unsurprisingly, who had returned with a ready blade. It crashed hard against the shield, breaking it completely. Joel laughed with excitement, knowing full well this was the moment he had been waiting for after all this chasing. Bdubs was confident he'd save Etho here, bracing for the pain that would strike through him in seconds, ending him for good.

In what time felt like a century, Bdubs watched the diamond sword come down, gripped by both of Joel's hands for a heavy and deep blow. It was quick, but not painless. A breathless and pained cry came from his mouth in the moment Joel inserted the sword and pulled it right back out. His killer stepped back after that, making sure to get out of whatever move Etho could make next. But Etho didn't move, as Bdubs' warm body slumped over him. Bdubs' form wavered, his breathing incredibly faint, and red seeping out of the white of his shirt. Bdubs could not get any words in as his vision turned black, and whatever it was Etho tried to voice was lost on his dead ears.

  The moment Bdubs' body faded from in front of them, Etho scrambled to his feet. He was aware enough that he needed to leave, especially after drinking those potions. He had enough health that he could take some hits as he ran, so he did just that. Running across the field and towards the distant stone peaks, it didn't take long for him to outrun them and hide behind the steep cliffs. Breathing heavily, Etho weakly leaned back against the rocks, looking up to see the sun setting behind the border.

  His clothes were warm and sticky with the blood that spilled from Bdubs' body. A stripe of deep red across his shirt. Dotting the white fur rim of his hood, his dark mask, the side of his pants. What a horrid reminder of death to have. Etho would have preferred to simply remember the warmth of Bdubs' body when it fell against him. He held onto that, no matter how gruesome- it felt like the last moment of intimacy he could have.

  Etho tucked himself into a crevice in the cliff side, sliding down the wall until he sat on the hard floor. In the dark and cover, he looked at the tab list. The greyed out name bdoubleo100 was there. Etho watched the list as he sat there, waiting for night to pass. The name remained, still.

  There was nothing to do. Nothing to see, hear, nothing to talk to. As Etho looked up at all that nothing, he hoped he was catching Bdubs' gaze, where ever it was that he was spectating from.

#ethubs #trafficshipping #trafficblr #last life smp #last life fanfic #bdubs #etho

[colorstats]

200730 : after much researching and browsing i finally got some tombow watercolor brush pens 😌 and i splurged a bit whilst getting them, as michaels also had the stabilo pens & mildliners. but this starts the creation of this upcoming school year’s bujo!

#bujo #stationery #studyblr #studyspo #journals #bullet journal #tombow brush pen #mildliners #colorstats #my feet don't dance like they did with queue

[likelove]

interacting

#🏒 ❝ please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere ❞ ⸢ plotting call ⸥ #🏒 ❝ living in this big blue world with my head up in outer space ❞ ⸢ starter call ⸥ #🏒 ❝ how much can you change and get away with it before you turn into someone else ❞ ⸢ meme ⸥ #🏒 ❝ and the gentleness that comes ❞ ⸢ ic / answered ⸥ #🏒 ❝ i’d be lying if i said i knew the way ❞ ⸢ ooc / answered ⸥ #🏒 ❝ my feet don’t dance like they did with you ❞ ⸢ wishlist ⸥ #🏒 ❝ dancing through our house with the ghost of you ❞ ⸢ queue ⸥

[falcqns]

hello there! i love love love your winter fics!!! especially little!winter. i was wondering if i could request a little!winter x reader where maybe he hears a song and asks reader about it? maybe it becomes his favorite and he dances whenever he hears it? (this is so very random so im not going to be bummed out if you don't end up doing it but that's okay ofc!) i hope we get to see more of little!winter or winter in general❤❤❤ sending you lots of love, i hope you're doing okay:)

𝖟𝖎𝖕 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖍

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: little!Winter x mommy!Reader

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: angst, fluff, 40's music, mdlb relationship.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: i chose this song bc i love the song of the south, and im so sad that disney changed the theme of splash mountain skdfkjuf but can't wait to see the princess and the frog one! thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy, i got a little carried away with this one!

you held Winter's hand, waiting in the queue for your turn on splash mountain.

you were apprehensive about taking him on it, but he insisted, even going so far as to stick his bottom lip out, and give you the puppy eyes. you couldn't say no to his cute little face, and here you were.

"mama go?" he asked, pointing at the log flumes.

you squeezed his hand. "there's a few people ahead of us, then it's our turn, buddy." you explained, and Winter bounced excitedly. a few more minutes passed, and it was finally your turn. you helped Winter into the flume, and sat down next to him.

his vibranium arm wrapped around the lap bar, his flesh one still holding yours. the ride began moments later, and Winter babbled excitedly as the music started playing.

"mama!" he said. "wook!" he pointed at the animatronic duck on his left side, before a sigh escaped his mouth when his hearing was filled with the music from Zip A Dee Doo Dah.

he rocked his head side to side as the music continued, before removing his vibranium hand from the bar, and shoving two metal fingers in his mouth, and giggling as the chorus began.

"zip-a-dee-doo-dah zip-a-dee-day, my oh my what a wonderful day..."

Winter was having a rough day when you realized how much he liked the song. he had asked for it to be played a few times, but it wasn't until he was on his back in his playroom, sobbing with his fingers in his mouth that you figured it out.

"what's wrong, buddy?" you asked, and he shook his head in defiance, his socked feet kicking. you'd checked his diaper, and he was dry. he had eaten less than an hour ago, and just finished his after nap bottle of apple juice. he was frustrated, but couldn't communicate what he needed, and it was upsetting for both of you.

he twisted his body away from you, and reached towards his mickey mouse cd player. your brow furrowed, but you reached forward, and pressed the power button, followed by the play button.

"it happened on one of them zip-a-dee-doo-dah days..." the song began, and he instantly settled with a sigh, letting you replace his fingers with his paci. he suckled on it softly, giggling when the singing began.

not only did it make him happy, it calmed him down, and brought him back from the edginess that HYDRA had beat into him using those words.

a rogue S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had hacked into the P.A. system, and said those words. Winter was already out, and playing at Clint's feet. the words had begun, and he bolted up, desperate to make the words stop.

freight car... that's all it took, and he was hurting everyone in his path. you'd heard the command, you knew his mission was to kill you and everyone that got in his way. instead of running away from him, you ran towards him.

you wrestled your phone from your pocket, and pulled up the song, hoping to whatever god existed that this would work, otherwise you were dead.

the narrators voice was heard just as Winter's eyes locked on you, and he began to charge. you knew he would. from your experience with Winter, if you were in his eye line, you were dead meat. if you got out of the way before his eyes locked on you, you were safe.

the music began, and immediately, your sweet little boy was back.

"m-mama!" he sobbed, falling to the floor. you placed your phone next to his head so he could hear the music, and ran your hands through his hair.

"you're okay, baby. mama's got you bubs." you whispered, just as Sam rounded the corner, Winter's blanket in his hand. he knelt next to you, and wrapped the blanket around the boys shoulders, his own fingers brushing over his cheeks.

"i sowwy Unca Sam." Winter whispered, but Sam shook his head.

"it's all right buddy. not your fault."

Winter was sick. how a super soldier managed to get sick was beyond you, but you couldn't deny that your boy wasn't well. he was coughing and sneezing, and just an overall mess of a little boy.

"m-mama?" he asked, tugging on your shirt as he sat at your feet. he'd crawled into the kitchen after you, and plopped down with his stuffy tucked in his shirt like a kangaroo's joey. "song?"

you smiled, and ruffled his hair. "of course." you picked up your phone, and turned on the song, returning to prepping the bottle as the little man at your feet began bouncing and giggling in happiness.

an idea popped into your head, and you quickly searched when The Song of The South was released, and your heart melted when it came out in 1946.

once a 40's man, always a 40's man.

#winter soldier angst #bucky barnes x the winter soldier #the winter solider fanfiction #winter soldier x reader #the winter solider imagine #the winter soldier x you #the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #the falcon and the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #mcu bucky barnes #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky x y/n

[be-the-spark-flyboy]

Meant To Be [part 1]

A/n: missed last week buT NOT THIS TIME WRITERS BLOCK😤 written for @autumnleaves1991-blog writer wednesday

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Finn (modern au)

Warnings: swearing, pining, BB8 is a snarky 4 yr old, cuteness, some thirty thots, I don’t know how toddlers speak forgive me, barely proofread, age gap (Finn is 25 and Poe is 34)

Word count: 1.4K

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Poe was so tired. He could feel the sweat rolling down the back of his neck, the sun beating down on him mercilessly as he slammed the trunk of his car close a tad harder than necessary. A tiny head peaked out from the passenger seat at the noise. Poe grimaced.

He was really looking forward to handing over Beebee to Han and Leia for the evening and get some much needed rest. But now he was practically stranded in the middle of a desert, sand as far as his eyes could see and a flat tire, puncture kit nowhere to be found.

Dragging his feet back to the front, he dropped heavily onto the driver's seat, huffing in frustration. The radio was playing a pop song he may have heard sometime in passing, but hey, at least the air conditioning was unaffected and they had more than enough snacks packed for the trip. The last thing he needed was a hangry kid crying from the punishing heat.

Said toddler turned to look at him and he snorted at her serious expression and his aviators looking comically large on her small face. Beebee smiled back. "Now are you going to call grampa Han?" she asked.

"Looks like I don't have a choice," he sighed, prompting a round of giggles from Bee.

"He's going to be mad,"

"Little lady, do you think it's funny when your dad gets yelled at by that old man?"

"I'm gonna tell him you called him old man," she giggled again.

"No you won't,"

"Yes, I will," she told him with conviction.

"Snitches get stitches," Poe lurched forward tickling her sides making her squeal with laughter.

"I'm gonna tell him!"

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"You always get the same thing! Try something new," Rey groaned.

Finn smiled pleasantly at her irritation, cheerfully replying, "Nope," as Rey parked her ancient looking pick-up truck outside the ice-cream parlour. "And if you get me anything but butterscotch I'll steal your keys," he threatened.

"And then what? Walk home by yourself?" Rey laughed, slipping out before Finn could issue more stupid threats. He pouted in his seat, watching his roommate happily skip into the shop.

Fridays were Finn's favourite. Classes end early and it was his off day too. More often then not Han lets Rey off earlier at the shop so he gets to spend more time with her as well. It was just perfect.

The phone on the dashboard starts to vibrate not a minute later. Finn recognized the caller ID and picked it up. "Hello, Solo,"

"Rey not there?" came the gruff reply.

"Nice to hear from you too, I've been good, how about you?" He asked cheerfully. Maybe the fact that he wasn’t face to face with Han Solo made him a little more bold than usual. Rey swears he is a teddy bear under all that grumpy personality but Finn was yet to be convinced.

"Not in the mood, big deal," the old man huffed on other side.

"I can take a message," Finn folded. Best not to push him too far.

“My idiot godson got himself stranded out in the desert without a puncture kit. I need Rey to go help him out,”

“Aye aye, captain,”

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Bee was adorably dancing along to the Peppa pig theme song on her god-knows-how-many episode on the iPad propped up against her knees. Exhaustion was pulling at Poe’s eyelids as he fought to keep them open.

It had been almost an hour since he made that absolutely not fun at all call to Han, who spent fifteen whole minutes lecturing him on the importance of being prepared, especially with a toddler dependent on him. Thankfully Leia had interrupted with an excuse of wanting to talk to Beebee.

Then they had waited and waited. He had already gotten out of the car to stretch his legs about three times, not more than a few minutes at a time, too scared he would melt right into the ground from the heat. One particularly long blink of his eyes later, he noticed a battered looking pickup truck approaching and thought dear lord let them be my savior.

The truck parked on the opposite side of the road and a young woman in a tank top and grease stained jeans hopped out. Must be the one Han called Rey. Poe dropped a kiss on Bee’s forehead, asking to her to stay inside. He pushed the door open and— very nearly tumbled to the ground in his gay panic.

Another person stepped out of the truck, a man maybe a few inches taller than the woman. And goddamn, he was fine. The black band tee stretched just so around his chest and Christ, those biceps.

“You must be Han’s godson,” Rey’s voice snapped him out of his gawking. God, he must have been so obvious. For all he knew, the guy could’ve been Rey’s boyfriend.

Poe slapped on a polite smile before offering his hand. “Poe Dameron. Nice to meet you,”

“I’m Beatrice Dameron, but everyone calls me Beebee,” said a voice in an adorable toddler drawl. When the hell did she get out of the car? Was he really that distracted? “Nice to meet you,” Bee offered her hand mirroring him.

Rey crouched down to take her hand. “That’s a nice name. I’m Rey,”

“I asked you to stay in the car,” Poe hissed after Rey went to get the spare tire.

“I didn’t say yes,” Beebee answered before skipping away after Rey. Are four year olds even supposed to be that sassy? An amused chuckle drew his attention back to the handsome stranger.

“Cute kid,” his smile rivaled sunshine— shut up, inner-monologue.

“You’d think that, but before you know it she would have you wrapped around her little finger and you can’t say no to her,” The handsome stranger laughed again and something fluttered in Poe’s chest at the sound.

“I’m Finn, Rey’s roommate,” Oh goodie, not boyfriend then. “You new to town?” Finn asked. God, even his name was perfect.

“Technically, yeah. But it’s fortunate I got transferred somewhere with people I know, ya know,”

“What do you do?”

“Flight instructor at the airbase,” Poe shrugged nonchalantly. It was a brag, he knew it and judging by the arch of Finn’s eyebrows, he thought it was impressive too. “What about you?”

Before he could hear Finn’s answer, Beebee came barreling into Poe, screaming, “I’m gonna be a mechanic when I grown up!”

“That’s great, honey,” Poe lifted up his kid into his arms. Rey walked up behind her.

“You’re all set,” Poe looked at her on surprise. That was fast. After thanking the her for the help, Rey and Finn departed. He sighed forlornly. If only he still had game or time to date.

“You ready to leave now?” Bee nodded her head vigorously. There’s only so much desert one can tolerate.

—-

Han failed to mention his idiot godson was hot. Quite honestly, ‘hot’ wasn’t even doing justice to the head full of dark, gravity-defying curls either. Finn groaned out loud, tipping his head back into the head rest.

“He’s a pilot, Rey,” Rey straight up laughed at his pathetic whining. But Finn paid her no mind as usual. “Do you think he has those uniforms Air Force officers wear? I bet he looks so sexy in them,”

“I don’t know, you could just ask him,” Rey stated.

“Hell no! He has a kid, what if he’s straight? Or worse, what if he’s married?”

“Don’t say you didn’t see him checking you out! Besides, he wasn’t wearing a ring,” Finn briefly wondered when Rey got so observant.

“He wasn’t checking me out!” Finn spluttered.

“Oh ho ho, yes he was,” Rey exclaimed. “Very nearly drooled, too,”

“It doesn’t matter,” he deflated, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m probably not gonna see him again after this anyways,” he lamented.

“He’s Han and Leia’s godson, of course you’re gonna see him again,” as if on queue, Rey’s phone dinged again. “See who texted?” Finn skimmed through the message Han sent and groaned again. “What?”

“Han invited us to dinner, apparently Poe’s gonna be there too,” Finn swore Rey’s answering cackle could be heard for miles.

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#writer wednesday #finnpoe au #finnpoe #stormpilot #poe x finn #poe dameron #finn star wars

[mellie1409]

Practice day

Knock knock knock

'Y/N, it's time to wake up you hear Jin say.

As usually, he leaves the door open on a crack, through which the early morning sun rays sneak in paired with the sound of people talking in raspy morning voices.

It had been a month already since you moved in with BTS and you still didn't get used to wake up in a foreign house full with silly and loving laughters 24/7.

As you stood up to open the curtains, you stretched your back, sore from what had been weeks full of intensive dance training, to try and lift your dance level up to the rest of the group's.

You opened the window and took a deep breath in of fresh air. 'Another day, another practice and a day less to debut! '  you told yourself. Then headed to the bathroom to put on your lenses and get dressed for practice.

As the boys knew you weren't a morning person and, on the same way some people didn't liked being talked to before their morning coffee, you said you didn't like being talked to before having your contacts on as you "couldn't hear if you couldn't see".

Today, you decided to wear comfy clothes as it would be a busy day and you quickly put your hair up in a messy bun before going out of the bathroom.

You walked trough the corridor heading to the living room, but before getting there you stopped by Yoongi's room. The door was open and you saw he had been working on his music equipment on a new song. He had been working on new music whole nights since August D-2 came out.

You saw he had fallen back at sleep after Jin had woken everyone up, so you walked up to him and shook his shoulder. 'Yoongi, we need to leave in 10 minutes, Sejin is already here' you say softly.

Yoongi opens one eye to look up at you before closing it again. 'That means I still have 5 minutes of sleep, please Y/Nssi, don't tell Jin I'm still sleeping. ' he answered in a soft murmur.

Of course you wouldn't say anything after he so sweetly had asked, so when you walked in the living room ready to pack your breakfast and Jin asked you where Yoongi was, you simply answered: 'he is still saving some files from last's night work'.

Jin decided to believe you as he finished packing the 4 maknaes breakfasts with Jimin's help. On the meanwhile J-Hope approached you with a very sleepy look but fully clothed and ready to leave. He handed you a banana milk as you shook your head.

'Thanks Hobi but I have singing lessons this morning and I want my voice to be clear and fresh. ' you try to argue.

He simply looks at you and say: 'Y/Nssi, we all know you get nauseous in the car when you don't eat anything and the last thing you want is to miss a practice day right before debut right? Plus, it came right from the fridge, so I'm sure your throat will feel refreshed ' he says while putting a silly face on.

You let out a dramatic sigh but quickly take the banana milk and drinking it all at once as you were truly thirsty. J-Hope just looked at you and shook his head while laughing.

At that moment Namjoon runs into the room, with a concerned face. 'Guys, Sejin is waiting for us, but I can't find my left shoe... ' And that was the queue for the whole group to start a search expedition for Namjoon's shoe.

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In the car the ride is silent, everyone still too tired from waking up early to talk. But this silence is interrupted by Jin.

'Sugassi, did you get to save the files on time before leaving?' He asks with a funny voice.

Of course, Suga didn't know that was the excuse you had given Jin for his lateness. So his answer was just: 'Huh? Which files?'

And like that everyone started laughing and the silence was broken and interrupted with all class of chattering while the manager, Sejin, drove around Seoul, with a smile on his face.

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First thing you had to do today was a singing lesson with you vocal teacher. You went to the studio to find Ms. Kim Sungeun already there. As you were a foreigner, she allowed you to call her by her name, but, in front of other people, you had to keep the formalities.

'Sungeun, good morning!' you chirp happily.

'My my, you are so happy today! I see you haven't forgotten about what day it is today' she says smiling.

Of course you hadn't, tonight you would be recording you favorite song of the playlist: louder than bombs. You had been waiting so long, and today finally was the day.

With the excitement that kept you jumping up and down you started practicing.

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You were about 1'5 hours in and you had gotten to the adlibs part of the song. These were improvisations you had to make around the main vocals to make the song have more melodies. Because you were knew to the world of singing, Sungeun had prepared some adlibs for you to try out.

You were shy at first, but Sungeun kept encouraging you to sing louder and louder until your inner voice came out. You continued like that for 5 more minutes.

Right as you were on one of the highs the door opened at once, a surprised face appearing in the opening. You look startled at Jungkook as Sungeun turns off the music.

'Are you the one signing Y/N?' he asks. You nod shyly as his face lits up. 'WOW I didn't know you could do that!!! I mean I knew you are and exceptional singer, but this is more than that Y/N, this is inborn talent!!!! '

You let out a shy but happy 'thank you' as you start to blush. At that moment, Jungkook steps in and closes the door.

'Let's try to harmonise to this song' he says while getting a enthusiastic nod from Sungeun.

And like that, the most fun vocal lesson of your life continued. Harmonizing with Jungkook to the rythm of Louder than bombs.

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After that you have Korean lesson with a different teacher, as you were fluent, but still missed some nuances of the Korean language.

When you finished the lesson you walked to the end of the corridor. There was a small kitchen and dining room where the groups had to cook in if they didn't want to go to the cantine in the first floor.

You sat on the only round table in the left corner of the room and took out your Korean books. Your teacher had given you a lot of homework and you knew you would be staying up until late already today, so you didn't want to add up homework to the mix. So you chose to study instead of eating.

Ironic isn't it? You thought to youself. 'I thought I had gotten out of studying when I chose for the idol life and yet here we are. Studying my ass off to be able to achieve my dream. ' You laugh innerly at yourself before starting to make the exercises the teacher had given you.

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What Y/N hadn't realized was that making homework in a comfortable sofa after being sleep deprived wasn't the best idea. Before she could even realize it, she had fallen asleep, lying on the sofa, invisible for anyone that came in, except for her feet.

And that's what exactly happened. The TXT members that had just finished their dance practice and had some spare time to eat walked noisily in the room. No one noticed Y/N until Yeonjun stopped at once in his track.

The others members looked at him surprised asking why he had stopped so suddenly. But he shushed them at the same time he pointed at your sleeping figure, or shall we say, shoes? Once they were aware of the situation they lowered their volume as they made their way to the small kitchen to the right.

It took not long until the air of the room was filled with the smell of ramen being cooked and melted cheese on top of it. And this was enough for Y/N to wake up with a rumbling stomach. She looked confused around her and we she realized the TXT members were there, eating while standing so the wouldn't get her books dirty, she quickly stood up and started tidying up the table.

'I'm so sorry, I didn't realize you guys were here and that I had fallen asleep' she said in an apologetic tone.

'Don't worry' Hyuning Kai says happily while sitting down next to you with a  full bowl of instant ramen. 'We understand how hard it so to be about to debut. ' he continues while shrugging.

One by one, the other members start sitting around the table until only Soobin is standing up. Looking around to see why it's taking him so long, a smile suddenly appears on Beomgyu's face.

Soobin has prepared two ramen cups, one for himself and one for Y/N. As he walks up to the table  being careful not to spill the how contents in the paper cups, he says: 'Here you go, Y/N. I thought you would be hungry as you haven't eaten and you need to stay strong before debut. Forget about the diets, no one is going to say anything, right boys? '

They all quickly shake their heads, agreeing with their leader. So you happily enjoy the cup of ramen Soobin had prepared you while having some fun talks with the other TXT members.

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When you finish eating, you say goodbye to TXT and head off to the dance practice room.

Today you would be practicing the dance to Dyonisus, as you had been doing for the past few days.

When you came in, all the boys were there already. You fastly bowed as an apology for being late, but Jimin quickly sneaked you in before anyone could realize you were late.

'Y/N! I hadn't realized you were here! ' Taehyung says while looking at you together with Namjoon.

'She's pretty quiet today, right Y/Nssi?' Jimin lies.

You get to choose the warm up song as always. And as always you choose the same song you had been obsessed with since the first dance practice you had had together: Daddy from PSY.

Of course the first time the boys saw you doing the dance, they were quite surprised as you had always been pretty shy while dancing and the song's dance was quite explicit. But it took Taehyung no time in joining you. And this time it was no different, everyone becoming hiped up. Flying pulls and jumpers announcing that you were all well warmed up.

The practice started and it was going very good. To the happiness of a strict J-Hope and Sungdeuk, no one messed up and you got to rehearsing the end of the song quicker than any other day.

But then, it happened. You were all supposed to step on top of a table for the ending. Right as you were about to do it for the 12th time, you legs gave up and you fell on your butt. Collective laughter filled the room as you, more embarrassed than hurt, accepted J-Hope's help to get up.

It was quickly decided that it had been enough practice for the day as well as that the table would be lower to accommodate your shorter stature.

As you were cooling off, you couldn't help but blush at the recent memory of you falling of the table. Taehyung saw you and came to give you a comforting hug telling you it had also happened to Jimin a lot, because of his short legs. Of course, the latter heard this and started chasing Taehyung around the room trying to playfully hit him and scold him. You laughed and completely forgot about the incident as you got your things and watched the Tom and Jerry game they were playing.

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Last thing of the day before heading off was recording your part of the song of Louder than bombs. As you enter Namjoon's studio, you start to get nervous. This is your first full vocal song and the first time you will be doing adlibs. Namjoon notices and gives you a reassuring smile while setting everything up.

You go into the room that is connected to the studio by a glass door and stand in front of the microphone.

In the beginning, you feel anxious and your voice isn't full. But as Namjoon's patience never ends you start to grow confident and your inner voice starts to come out.

You sing the song with your full heart and it isn't until Namjoon has come into the recording room and is hugging you, that you realize you had been crying. This is a very special song to you, the mening being it always hit your sensible spot, so it wasn't strange that singing it triggered such a reaction in you.

As you sobbed uncontrollably into Namjoon's chest, the tiredness and hunger of the day getting to you, Namjoon spoke softly: 'It's okay, it has also happened to the best of us. No need to worry. You are just tired probably and this is quite an emotional song. Why don't we stop for today? Hmm? '

'But the adlibs... ' you say while sniffing.

'Don't worry about them, we can record them tomorrow. Why don't we order some take out and eat it here only the two of us? ' he says cheerly.

You of course don't mind being with the other members, but sometimes it got tiring having to show that you were good, that you were the best and that's why you had been chosen to debut with the biggest boyband of the world. Being able to show your vulnerable side to Namjoon felt good, and you didn't mind being able to do so some more time.

'That sounds like a great idea' you answer with a soft smile  having fully stopped crying by now, the thought of food helping to your emotional state.

After having ordered some fried chicken (that will totally skip the diet you you were supposed to follow, but never did as you were a rebel), you sat down on Namjoon's studio's sofa, waiting for the delivery to come.

Namjoon looked at you and spoke up: 'Y/N, I know you are under a lot of pressure joining us into this crazy journey. But please, let us take care of you. You are after all the maknae and our little sister. So don't worry about trying to show us you are worth it, just do your best for yourself. '

This took away all your worries of the past few weeks that hadn't let you sleep well, worried about you daily performance in front of them, the mask you had set up to always show your happy side and never you worries. And as you ate the chicken that had finally arrived, you told Namjoon about all your worries and problems.

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Sobering Truth

Chapter 10 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: After the fallout of Rafael and Heather, what could this mean to Bryce and the recovering doctor? 

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 2.1k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / hints of past violent experience and sex

Author's Notes: Almost is Never Enough by Ariana Grande and Nathan Skyes was the perfect song for this chapter, the lyrics are very fitting. Also, watch out for a cameo from a PM character 😊

Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Bryce found himself hunched alone in a bar stool downtown Boston. He swirled the brown liquid in his glass, brows furrowed in remembering the scene in the hospital room. 

His face contorted with the pain piercing through his chest, the possibility of losing Heather once again sinking like a sword. He racked his mind for an option, but it seems all is lost in that battle.

He thought back to their last outing together, and he was so certain that something was there. So why did she choose to stay with someone else instead of being with him?

His lips formed a thin line, his hand rubbing over his face in frustration. The emotions within turbulent and unnerving. Was he just too much of a fool when he thought he had a shot with her? 

This is exactly why Bryce Lahela didn't want to commit. It was far more easier for him to seek momentary connections rather than build permanent ones. He didn't want to relive the rejections-filled past from his adolescence, at the time of his parents' criminal convictions. 

Yet here he was again, suffering the same consequences of wanting something permanent in his life. Something that could bring him happiness. Something better than him being alone in the middle of a crowd of drunken patrons. 

He should've stayed in his own lane of hook-ups and one night stands instead of chasing for this relationship. 

So the first thing he did when he realized that that door is closing, was to go back to his old stomping grounds. 

But why can't he will himself to look around? 

As if on queue, an olive-skinned woman slid herself beside him, her sudden presence invading his thoughts. With a half-smirk and green catty eyes, the coils of dark hair loosely wrapping her head. The mere sight of her was mesmerizing. 

"I know you," she said, almost in a purr. 

Bryce looked back at her, and a long-forgotten heat warmed him up. And it wasn't because of the alcohol in his system.

"I guess my reputation is my charm," he replied, leaning forward. He loosened his tie whilst sipping from his glass. 

"Oh I know all about your reputation," her voice made him shiver, her fingers ever slowly trailing a path towards his arm. "You're the one with magic hands," she whispered, her brows dancing as she spoke. 

This commanding woman was pushing his buttons in all the right places, her sparkly black cocktail dress that clung on her body tightly wasn't making him feel suddenly parched. 

Her hand continued to venture up his arm, and eventually the side of his neck. As it followed the line of his jaw, Bryce couldn't help but lean closer. 

Nothing was stopping him at the moment. 

Miles away from being sober, his lips blew a short burst of air into the woman's bare neck, after which he got the chance to breathe in a whiff of her perfume. 

The jasmine scent was all too familiar. It conjured the image of the woman who Bryce fled away from tonight. 

Heather. 

Snapping out of the trance, he took a step back. Gone was the sexual tension that floated in the air mere seconds ago. Bryce only shook his head to the woman and paid his tab, before almost sprinting out into the cold rain that continued to flood the concrete pavement. 

He let the drops of water wash all over him until he was soaked. With it, the inevitable tears began to fall, which he didn't hold back. He also didn't mind how it easily reduced the numbing effect of the bottle of Jack Daniels that he just consumed. 

Like a thief in the night, the woman of his dreams snatched what was left of Bryce's vulnerable heart. He knew, deep down, that it would take a long time before he can get it back. 

*** 

"Breaking news. Declan Nash and Jordan Anderson pleads guilty as co-conspirators of the kidnapping of Senator Ed Farrugia and Edenbrook doctor Heather Song."

"This is following an intensive investigation by the joint special task force created as the public clamored to protect Massachusetts famed senator. 

"We are joined today by one of the victims, Senator Ed Farrugia, after he gave his testimony today at the Boston courthouse."

The video flicked from a female news anchor to the steps of the city's courthouse, where the politician was joined by Chief DA Tanaka. Heather's hazel eyes however wasn't on the prominent people in the screen, but instead drawn to the tall figure standing beside the older man, his intimidating stature made more pronounced by the sharp gray suit that contoured just enough to please.

Bryce. 

Saying his name, even in her mind, made her involuntarily shudder with regret, aware that between them was an undeniable attraction that she just couldn't shake off. Ever since her kidnapping, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what could've been. Was it just too late for them? Will it only remain a connection that can never be explored? Will it ever be something more? She knew, deep down, if she could change the world overnight, she wanted to try. If there was anything she could learn from her almost dying, it was the sobering truth that life was too short to be restrained by inaction.

But she hadn't been able to speak to him for a while now. He didn't answer his phone nor returned any of her texts or messages. She hoped to get the chance when she was scheduled for her recorded testimony. To her dismay, another ADA visited her and took her witness account. 

She thought he was just busy with the case, but she sensed that he was avoiding her altogether. Her free time provided her so many hours to rack her brain for the reason why. To this day, that question was left unanswered. 

Danny raised his gaze to Heather, as he felt her pulse beat faster than normal. He turned to the TV monitor in the hospital room, stifling a chuckle as he found the reason behind her palpitations.

"Let's try to do this again," Danny said, making Heather's attention swivel to him. 

"Why? Something wrong?" she asked, obviously confused. 

This time, Danny snickered, grabbing the remote from her and switched the channel. The gesture was enough to make her fluster as it dawned on her what the nurse was insinuating. 

"I can't put your last BPM on your chart, Heather. We dont want Dr. Ramsey to not sign off on your discharge papers today. Two weeks of him pestering us is enough torture to last a lifetime," he scoffed jokingly, referencing how the senior attending relentlessly chased the hospital staff to put her case on priority. 

She curtly nodded, her mentor's crass actions embarrassing her further. 

"Thanks, Danny." she sheepishly smiled, hoping the two words were enough to express her appreciation of how the hospital helped her get back on her feet during the roughest period of her life yet. 

Danny returned her gesture, before getting back to taking her pulse. Satisfied, he recorded it to the clipboard in his hand, as her friends thundered into the room. 

Sienna, Elijah, Jackie and Aurora all stepped inside, each carrying an assortment of food items. They moved their Sunday brunch to that day in celebration of Heather's discharge. The welcome noise warmed her heart, their usual banter flowing like music to her ears. 

The thundering of her deep-seated emotions momentarily toned down, as she enjoyed the company of the small family she found in Edenbrook. 

Outside, the weather was warm with no clouds threatening to dampen the surroundings. 

It was going to be a good day. 

*** 

As the last of the questions were addressed and the cameras were turned away, Bryce sighed in relief. 

With the news crews dispersed, Chief Tanaka left to head back to the DA's office, leaving him as second chair to wrap up all the remaining paperwork. He strutted into the courthouse, the ADA facade well in effect. 

It was an understatement to say that the past few weeks were hectic. 

Interviewing Declan Nash and Jordan Anderson was like being pulled into opposite poles. Their personalities were so polarizingly different that Bryce suspected that there was a more to the case than what appears. 

So he advised the special task force to dig into that angle. The FBI's investigation is still ongoing, and he is betting against it finishing soon. 

Today was a day of accomplishments, and Bryce's mood was better than it was ever since that night. Or so he thought. 

As his mind shifted back into the present, he caught the unwelcome sight of Agent Rafael Aveiro conversing with someone in the hallways. He managed to hear a glimpse of the conversation as they got into earshot. 

"You're background would be invaluable to us, Agent Rafael," the strange man in the tweed-colored jacket said. 

"This is such a timely offer that I couldn't refuse. I'll let you know as soon as I wrap up my last case." Bryce heard Raf say. 

"Of course. But please don't keep us in the Interpol on our toes, Agent." 

"Of course, Agent Nazario." 

Taken aback, he stopped, trying to understand what had just transpired. Why was Rafael taking a job with the interpol? 

Once Bryce saw that the special investigator was alone, he approached him, words blazing. 

"Interpol? Seriously, Raf, this soon?" 

Raf turned to face him, surprised at Bryce's sudden interjection. 

"I don't see the need to explain myself to you, ADA Lahela." He politely said as he begun to walk away. 

"But you just got back together! Why leave for an overseas job this soon when she needs you the most?" Bryce's voice rose, echoing into the nearly full hallway. He honestly didn't mind, weeks worth of bottled up frustration threatening to surface. 

A more puzzled expression filled Rafael's face, the line of interrogation making him turn around and stare back at the prosecutor. 

Rafael recognized the look on Bryce's face. It was a mirror of his own haunted reflection. Of a lost love, never to return. The confusion gave way to understanding. 

It made him soften his stance, and place a brotherly hand on the lawyer's shoulder. 

"Look, I don't know why you think that, but Heather and I..." he paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to bury the painful memory of their goodbye into the back of his mind. "We broke up. The same night that she was admitted to Edenbrook after her kidnapping, we talked and agreed to go our separate ways." 

Bryce couldn't believe what he was hearing, his knees weakening with the revelation. Amber eyes widened in shock and feeling like an idiot at the same time. 

He smiled despite himself, the nightmares of his imaginary rejection transformed into a wonderful dream. The door that he thought was closed is now unlocking, and he was determined to blow it wide open. 

With a hasty thank you and goodbye to Raf, he turned the soles of his leather shoes and raced to the door of the courthouse. 

Bryce didn't dare waste another minute to look back. 

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200816 : strategic angling to avoid mistakes shown in picture ;-; school is almost starting as im packing to move back to campus... hopefully nothing goes wrong

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The Waiter

Description: A little visit to a new restaurant downtown brought you more than just good food...

Word count: 1.5k

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Waiter!Taehyung x Reader

Authors: @/riceeater22 and @sevenpeaches

It was the middle of the evening rush hour. The night was young, and the night was busy. The restaurant that had recently opened downtown was a bubbly  hub of energy, full of excited customers enjoying their meals. Apparently, this restaurant was opened by a pair of very handsome, very talented brothers with superb culinary skills. The rumour of “very handsome brothers” was probably one of the reasons why the restaurant was packed tonight. Everybody (mostly the young females who flocked the area) was curious to set eyes on the supposed eye candy. 

You were blissfully unaware of these rumours of “handsome brothers” though, you were only interested in trying out the food.

In the middle of your duck salad - which was very good, by the way- a waiter came over to if your food was okay. Looking up intending to give him a quick smile and a reassuring comment, you faltered at the sight of him. He was very, very good-looking and honestly, very charming. Soft brown hair nearly fell into his big, chocolate eyes, which were alight with a spark of mischief. The tight black shirt he was wearing only complimented his compact physique and brought out the amber highlights in his eyes. You couldn't help but feel something melt inside you. 

Seeing your eyes glaze over slightly, he broke out into a shy smile, as if he knew why. “Everything... okay?”

Blinking, you composed yourself. “Oh, definitely. The food is great, ah....” You snuck a quick look at his nametag. “...V.”

“You can call me Taehyung,” he said with a quick wink as he refilled your wine glass. “Good choice of wine...?”

Realising, almost belatedly, that he was waiting for you to tell him your name, you quickly blurted “Y/N”, hating how awkward you were being.

“I've always liked that name, I've always thought it was very pretty,” he said, flicking you a quick look and you felt yourself melt even further.

“Would you prefer I called you Y/N, then?” you teased with a light smirk, trying to mask how blushy you were feeling.

Taehyung laughed, and your heart warmed. 

"It'd get a bit confusing if we're out together then, wouldn't it?" he wondered, mirroring the teasing airiness in your tone. Before you could come up with a response, he clicked his pen in anticipation. "Would you like anything else today, Miss Y/N?" 

With this snack standing in front of you, your mind drifted to dessert. "Do you... recommend anything from the dessert menu?" 

As you watched his tongue stick out from the corner of his mouth in thought, you struggled to keep your thoughts decent. "Mmm, I'm not supposed to do this but..." Taehyung looked around theatrically before leaning closer to you, rendering your single braincell useless. He smelled like freshly baked bread and... something else you couldn't place. Whatever it was, he smelled amazing. 

You were subtly leaning in to catch a better whiff when he continued to say, "The strawberry shortcake is out of this world." He lifted a hand to his mouth to conspiratorially whisper, "The strawberries are handpicked from my family's farm, so I can guarantee their freshness."

Unable to keep the smile from your face, your enamoured gaze turned to one of surprise as he pulled away. "Your family grows strawberries? I might have to try that, then." 

Taehyung looked down at his notebook with a small grin. "Shall I make that one strawberry shortcake for you then, Miss Y/N?" He asked as his eyes reconnected with yours, pen ready in hand. You indicated your affirmation, and your handsome waiter went on his way. 

Taking a sip of your wine, you watched as the busy restaurant seemed to get even busier. The waiting queue lengthened past the front doors, and you silently thanked your timing. You hadn't needed to wait at all. Watching as the waiters rushed to and fro carrying trays of food and drink, you basked in a mildly petty sense of superiority. You were being waited on by one of the most beautiful men you've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on - everyone else would have to wait their turn with him. 

You texted your best friend while you waited for your dessert to tell her this place was no joke, highly recommending a second visit. The food was great, and the staff was... Impeccable, to say in the very least.

You were in the middle of outlining a particularly juicy description of your waiter's features when a plate piled with angel cake, strawberries, and whipped cream slid in front of you. You hoped the sudden drop of your phone into your lap went unnoticed as you gave the waiter, Taehyung, your attention. His eyes twinkled with something you couldn't place when he said “Enjoy”. 

He left your table, but quickly found a spot where you couldn't see him to get a good look at your reaction, without appearing to look like a creep. He peeked from his corner, waiting almost anxiously to see how you would react to his recommendation. Not knowing you were being watched, you took a big spoonful and almost cooed out loud at how amazing the flavours tasted.

Eyes aglow, you looked around for your waiter, needing to tell him how much you loved the dessert. Spotting him, you waved excitedly. "Taehyung!" you all but shouted. Remembering yourself, you clapped a hand over your mouth as Taehyung made his way over to you.

“The shortcake okay, Miss Y/N?” he asked, already knowing the answer from the look on your face.

"Are you kidding? “Okay”? I don't think I've ever tasted any strawberry shortcake this good before in my life!" Taking another spoonful into your mouth, you gave him a bashful smile. 

Your waiter watched happily, his eyes crescent moons at your obvious enjoyment. "I'm glad its to your satisfaction," he said with a slight bow. 

As he observed your delight in munching on what may be the tastiest dessert ever, Taehyung stealthily glanced around the restaurant. Surely they could do without him for a few minutes, right? He looked at you again, watching you wipe a small amount of strawberry juice from your chin, before deciding now was better late than never. Pulling the empty chair from your table, he turned it around and straddled it, facing you.

“Hey, ah... Y/N, I was wondering...” Taehyung began, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. 

You looked up, cheeks puffed out from dessert. You had no idea what was coming and you certainly didn't look like it. “Yeah?” you asked from a mouthful of cake.

Thinking you were the cutest person he’d ever laid eyes on, Taehyung relaxed a little. “Would you like to... Go on a date with me?” he asked slowly.

Shocked, your eyes widened at the words you were hearing. You were definitely not expecting that. Suddenly embarrassed at how disheveled you must look right now in front of this handsome man, you quickly swallowed the remainder of the cake and dabbed at your mouth with a napkin. Your head was spinning.

Did the hottest guy I've probably ever met just ask me out on a date?

Taehyung’s chocolate eyes watched you expectantly, his heart feeling like it would just burst out of his chest from nervousness.

“I’d love to,” you said with a shy smile, flooding relief through Taehyung’s body.  “Really?” he asked, grinning widely. “I would love to take you to-”

“Taehyung!” a voice shouted, interrupting him. “Get back to work, we don't have time for this!”

“Coming!” Taehyung called back, getting to his feet. “My brother, Jungkook,” he explained, jerking a thumb at the general direction of the voice.

You turned and you saw a young man dressed in the pristine white of a chef’s uniform, standing behind the kitchen window, watching you and Taehyung with his hands on his hips. Jungkook, you assumed.

“Jungkook’s in charge of baking around here, he made your shortcake. I’ll pass him your compliments,” Taehyung said, purposely taking his time pushing the chair back to the table to spend more time with you. “Also,” he added, leaning down to you again, allowing you to catch another whiff of his fresh-bread scent. “Again, I’m not supposed to do this, but... tell Jimin,” he paused to point at the crescent-eyed cashier, “I said your dessert’s on me.”

“What? No, Taehyung-”

“Nope, can't take it back! Tell him I said so,” he grinned, practically dancing away. 

Biting back on your own smile, you watched your waiter dance away to serve another table. Having finished the remainder of your dessert, you pushed your plate away but something under it caught your eye.

Lifting the plate, you saw a piece of paper. Curious, you peered at it and when you saw what was inscripted on it, you smiled for the umpteenth time tonight.

Here’s my number! I hope to see you again very soon.

ps. You look really cute when you’re excited about dessert.

Taehyung ♡ 

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