#so i have a bit of him in the queue that i dug up from my old blog especially for you >:3c

[coldharbourcompact]

@garlemald​

Literally every time I reblog this man is because of YOU. I’m personally targeting YOU. That’s not even a joke.

>:Dc

#for real though he was my favorite ovw character back in the day because i skipped straight past the irony and was like #'this dude is cool as fuck' #so i have a bit of him in the queue that i dug up from my old blog especially for you >:3c #perish dae

[nicestgirlonline]

Something Sweet

Pairing: Sugar Daddy! Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut ahead!!! Thigh riding, public stuff, dirty talk, sugar relationships, power dynamics, dom/sub undertones

Word Count: 4.9K

Summary : A chance run in with a handsome stranger turns out to be the opportunity of a lifetime

a/n: for @the-slumberparty September Bingo Challenge! No bingo for me this round, I got it in JUST UNDER THE WIRE! Takes me waaaaayyy to long to write lol. Thanks for reading, I’d love your feedback! Reblogs and comments are love <3

You placed the candy bar on the counter in front of the very bored cashier. You dug through your purse and pulled out your debit card and handed it over. A queue had started to form behind you as you tapped your hand in anticipation. 

“Declined.” The cashier said, holding out the card for you. Your stomach dropped. You were afraid this was going to happen. You were so sure that you had enough in your account for at least a candy bar. You had paid the overdraft fees from last month, so you should have been set. Your stomach gurgled a bit. You were so hungry. 

“Um, can you try it again?” You asked, hoping it was some sort of mistake, that the bank was just a little slow to catch up with your account. She let out a sigh and placed it in the machine again.  

You could feel the stares behind you. You looked back at the line; directly behind you was a tall man dressed in a suit, checking his watch. He looked like he must be very important. He had dark brown hair that was neatly styled and just a touch of a five o’clock shadow. It was incredibly handsome. His icy blue eyes flicked from his Rolex to you, making you quickly turn back to the cashier. 

“Declined. Again.” The cashier handed it back this time with a look insisting you take the card from her. Humiliated, your cheeks began to turn red. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you shoved your card back into your purse so you could clear the shop as quickly as possible. In your haste, you accidentally ran into Mr. BusinessMan. You collided with his body like a brick wall. “Sorry! I’m so sorry! Fuck I’m a mess.” You cried out as you ran past him this time. 

You ran directly out onto the street, the cool air filling your lungs. You dropped down onto the curb to spend a minute catching your breath. You could feel your heart still racing, your body going into fight or flight mode. 

Money, money, money. It all always came back to money. If you didn't have the money for a god damn candy, how were you going to make rent in less than two weeks? Tears threatened to escape your eyes and you squeezed them shut. 

Here you were, no food in your stomach and soon to be no roof over your head. You looked at your phone, a flip phone from 2013 that miraculously still worked. The last text you had gotten was from your mom “Fridge broken. Send more this month.” 

God fucking damn it. 

“Hey! I think you forgot this.” A deep voice called out behind you. You turned to see the business man from the shop! Confused, you grabbed your purse and checked to make sure you hadn’t left your keys or something. The man held the bar you had left at the counter. He held it out to you. You didn’t go to grab it, you just stared.

“Oh. Um, you didn’t have to…” You began but he squatted down next to you and placed the candy on your lap. 

“We all have bad days. Doesn’t cost me nothing to be nice. You look like you deserve something sweet.” He had a very kind smile on his face. It did cost him something though, it cost him more than what was currently in your bank account. “You ok?”

“I’m…I’m ok. I’m going to be ok. Thank you, really.” You could feel the tears spilling over and you started to wipe your face so he wouldn’t see.

“You must really like candy to be crying over it.” He lightly joked, which only made you want to cry more. You let out a little laugh that sounded more like a strangled gasp. It was so overwhelming, the simple act of charity.

“It’s just…really really nice of you.” You gasped, the tears finally flowing freely. “I don’t remember the last time anyone has ever given me something…I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey, you’ve got nothing to apologize for.” He reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder to comfort you. “I’m James.”

You gave him your name, finally ceasing your tears. You took a deep breath, you couldn’t just fall apart in front of this kind stranger, he was probably running late to some sort of business meeting anyway.

“You have a way to get home?” he asked, he pulled out his phone and began to tap on it. You nodded your head. 

“Yes, yes I do. I have money left on a bus card, really thank you so much James.” He smiled at you when you said his name. He placed his phone back into his suit jacket. He took your hand and helped you up.  With your spiral into darkness slightly stalled, you took in your savior. He was so classically handsome. When you looked into his blue, blue eyes you felt like you were drowning in them. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, your heart raced. 

“Get home safe, alright doll?” You nodded, clutching the candy bar to your chest. You took off down the street after giving a soft goodbye. The kindness of strangers had given you more hope than you had in a long time. 

You idly wondered about James as you ate on the bus. Your money problems were still lingering in the back of your mind but your thoughts were clear. 

You tore open the candy bar, taking a bite of the delicious treat. The chocolate melting on your tongue, the sugary sweetness coated your mouth. You got a rush from the sugar and let out a sigh. 

Maybe things were going to be ok, it was a sign that the universe was on your side. 

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You put on your waitress face and did your best to keep up the highest energy tonight. You were all bubbles and giggles throughout the shift. You would smile and laugh at every lame joke a customer would tell you.

Half way through your shift the place was packed. You should be grateful it was busy, you were getting good tips but hadn’t had a moment to breathe since you walked out onto the floor. You carefully balanced a tray of shots and an order of bacon-wrapped dates to drop off before you made it to the party that just sat down in your section. The hostess had put them back in the booth that was partially tucked away with velvet curtains. Big spenders for sure. You smoothed down your dress and tossed your hair over your shoulders as you made your way over. 

“Hiii how are we doing tonight Gentle--” You began your usually bubbly opener, voice high pitched and energetic but as you took in who was sitting in front of you, you stumbled. 

James. Your candy savior. The bodega hero. Him and three other men were waiting to be served. He was wearing a new suit, this one with no tie and a few buttons undone from his shirt. Damn he could really rock a suit, he filled this one out perfectly too. FUCK.  

“Ahem, excuse me gentlemen. So what can I start you off with?” You quickly recovered, grabbing your pad and pen and focusing your eyes on the paper. You prayed that with your heavy makeup and fluffed up hair that maybe he wouldn’t recognize you, or maybe just wouldn’t even remember. 

“Hey there sweetheart, hope my good looks didn’t startle you.” His charming grin grew as you bashfully waved your hand at him.

“Oh I'm used to handsome, it's just a little busy in here tonight. Are we just starting out the night? Maybe with some shots?” You offered with a grin of your own. He seemed pretty pleased with your flattery. James was silent as the other two ordered a round of shots, his gaze was fixed on you. You went to turn to put the order in but as you went James’s hand shot out and he grabbed your wrist. 

You froze and stayed.

“Hold on a minute Doll, you didn’t take my order yet.” His voice was low and easy. You lightly moved your hand out of his grasp to put pen to paper. You nodded to him hoping to get his order. “I want a whiskey. Neat. And bring the whole bottle out.”

“Whoa, we’re getting bottles tonight?”

“Sounds like you guys are going to have some fun!” You said quickly writing down the order with a flourish. This time you managed to escape to put the orders in. As you waited by the bar for the orders you felt your heart racing. It wasn’t just the adrenaline of the fast paced night. Seeing James again had put you completely off kilter. It was humiliating, the last time he saw you, you were crying in the street. He must find you so pathetic. If he even recognized you?

James and his party stayed practically til closing, ordering more and more. The bill they were racking up was so notable that Jeremy himself came out to thank them for their patronage. The other girls were all playfully jealous, it wasn’t you who could normally hook in the big spenders like that. 

“Sadly, it seems we’ve got to end it here. Little guy can’t hold his liquor.” James said motioning to the one you learned was named Sam.

“M’fine.” He slurred. The blonde man who was called Steve laughed and threw an arm around him as he swayed. The two made their way to the exit leaving you alone at the table with James. He smiled at you expectantly. You just wanted the night to be done with. 

“Whenever you’re ready!” you placed down the bill on the table. 

“Hold on Doll, I’m ready now.”  He pulled out a shiny black card from his wallet, and quickly scribbled down on the receipt. You took the card with a smile, ready to go charge it. You glanced down on the tip and your eyes nearly fell out of your head. 

He had given you a 100% tip.

“Problem?” He asked, innocently cocking his head to the side. You glanced at the bill again, rereading it as slowly as you could to try to make sure you weren’t mistaken.

“I think you might have mixed up the tip and the total-” 

“No mistake. I’m tipping for the fantastic service.” 

“I really don’t know how comfortable I am with that James. Is this because of this morning?” Your voice was pathetically small. 

“Oh so you do remember me?” He asked flatly. You looked up at him. His sudden tone made your stomach clench. 

“I mean…of course I do but that’s not very professional of me. I’m sorry-” You immediately tried to amend the situation. This was somehow your fault, you could tell. 

“You apologize a lot. You don’t have to be sorry for getting something you want.” James’s tone was no longer angry. 

“I don’t need pity.”

“It's not pity, Doll. You gave me a service and now I’m paying you what I think is fair. I know you probably aren’t used to people giving you what you’re worth. You probably don’t even know what your worth is, do you?” When his icy blue eyes met yours it was like you were really being seen for the first time. You loved it as much as you hated it. 

“I’m not…I’m not worth anything much. Here’s your card sir, have a good night.” 

You ran off, your face hot with humiliation. 

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You had hoped that would be the end of it. Even with the insane tip from James you were still on the outs with your money. Now that rent could be made there was the electricity, gas, and water. Then the money you would send back to your family, oh and food for yourself. You couldn’t forget that. You kept all ten shifts that you had managed to beg Jeremy for. The big night with James made him much more amenable to your requests. 

It was only for a split second but you saw him at the hostess table. With two different men at his side, there stood James for the second night in a row. You whipped your head around and scurried to the back. 

“Wanda, he’s here again. Again!” You squealed to your co-worker who was just preparing to start her shift. 

“Who, Mr. Moneybags? Well aren’t you lucky.” She said, giving you a playful glare. 

“I don’t want to deal with him again. Please take my table?” you pleaded. 

“Don’t need to ask me twice, I’ll be getting that nice tip tonight.”  She tossed her coppery hair over her shoulder and smoothed down her dress one final time before strutting out onto the floor. 

He wasn’t here for you, you told yourself. You were just being paranoid. Wanda was going to have all of them eating out of her hands by the end of the night, you told yourself as you started out towards your first table. You pushed it from your mind. 

But you couldn’t help but glance over to his table, and the glance was more than enough to see that James was not happy. Wanda and her incredible curves didn’t seem to distract him at all. You could see her laughing and chatting but James was a dark cloud.  

Fine, who cares, he was going to give Wanda a ludicrous tip because he was a generous tipper. He wasn’t pitying you, he wasn’t trying to give you charity, that's just who he is. You scamper towards the kitchen to put in your orders and hopefully hide out a while. 

Wanda came back towards the kitchen, placing her orders and grabbing the food that was ready. Her beautiful smile fading into a line when she made eye contact with you. 

“They were really really insistent that it has to be you tonight. Even just to go over and say hi. ” She said, her tone was dry. Nervous butterflies erupted in your stomach. You bit your lip. What could this possibly mean? 

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You were normally pretty steady in your heels, but the floor was suddenly uneven as you approached James’s table.

“Well hi there, gentlemen. I-I can take your drink orders tonight. Give Wanda a hand.” You babbled, trying not to flub over any words. 

James smirks at you victoriously. He doesn’t need to say anything, his eyes say it all. He had gotten his way.  

The party once again racked up a ridiculous tab.  Nothing was stopping him. The rest of the table had cleared out quickly, leaving just you and James. 

He opened his wallet and laid out the tip, bill by bill. He pushed the fat stack to you, not breaking eye contact once. 

It was multiple hundred dollar bills, but you were too stunned to count. The anxiety that had been building since you first caught a glimpse of James again finally came bursting out of you in a tidal wave. You tossed the cash back on to the table. 

“Please stop. I can’t…I can’t keep doing this, I don’t know what you expect from me.”  You gasped, allowing your facade to crack as you stared up at him with tears wetting your eyes. 

You weren’t scared. But you were confused. This sort of attention must have meant he wanted something from you and…you were fairly certain of what that was. 

“This is how this business works, you did something for me, and I paid for your services.”

“I -- I--” Your breath was caught in your throat as he leaned closer to you to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“Poor thing, you’ve never been treated well in your whole life, have you? I know why you’re so nervous. You’re not stupid, you're really smart. I don’t expect anything from you tonight.”

He took a breath and it was like he was stealing the air right from your lungs. “But. I would like to make an offer, if you’d be interested. I just want one hour of your time.” 

“I’m not a whore.” 

He caught your chin in his hand and made you look back at him, his eyes dark and humorless.

“What an ugly word. Nobody’s calling you that doll. Have dinner with me.” His thumb traced over the apple of your cheek.  

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One hour of your time. You kept thinking about it over and over again. It was just one hour. This ostentatiously wealthy man was paying you to have dinner with him. It’s not a crime. But it felt so dangerous. Sneaky and dirty. Part of it was terrifying but it was also…exciting. 

This restaurant was leaps and bounds above your place of work. It was all very classy. You tugged on your skirt just a bit, hoping you weren’t going to stick out. You were brought through the restaurant, up some stairs to a private party room. It was a huge table, with only two places set,  a glow with dozens of candle’s soft light. The walls were all windows, looking over the restaurant the other a breathtaking view of the city. 

James was waiting for you when you arrived. He looked you up and down appreciatively, his eyes lingering. He stood up like a gentleman when you got to the table. He pulled the chair out for you. 

“Oh um, thank you.” You said as he pushed you into your spot once you were seated. 

“No thanks necessary, Doll.” He placed the napkin from the plate on your lap before returning to the seat across from you. The waiter who brought you up took your drink orders before leaving you alone. 

The door clicked closed and suddenly there was a tense silence between you two. What was next? Were you supposed to say something? Or should you wait for him? 

“I trust the ride over was pleasant?”

“Yeah, um, no issues at all. I’ve never been here before, any recommendations?” Why were you so awkward? Should you be seductive? Should you be professional? Was this a business transaction or a date? Every time your eyes met his he looked hungry. For you. It made you flush. 

“You can get anything your heart desires. Pick out whatever has the most zeros next to the name.” He grinned. “The seabass is pretty good too.”

You wrinkled your nose a bit. “It's not too…fishy is it?” 

“Well it is fish.”

“But is it fishy fish?” James laughed at that. 

“It's a fishy fish. The steak is good too, but it's a steaky steak. So you know.” He joked. It made you laugh a bit too. It was like a spell was cast over you, the tension was released and your nerves vanished. The conversation flowed between the two of you easily.  

Your food came, he didn’t bring up anything. He had asked for an hour of your time, because he was going to propose something to you. You had friends who had “boyfriends” who weren’t really their boyfriends. Men who would pay for the fun that night, but they got paid back in other ways. 

You never had thought of yourself as that girl. But here you were. The anticipation made you nervous but you couldn’t deny the excitement.

He ordered dessert for the two of you, champagne and strawberries with cream and chocolate. 

You glanced at your phone, there was about ten minutes left of “your time” that he had purchased. 

“I hope I’m not so boring that you’re counting down the minutes.” James commented as you put your phone back in your purse. You shake your head.

“No I just…we have some things to discuss right? And an hour is what you asked for…”

“I am willing to pay overtime, if you’re still enjoying yourself. But if we’re down to the minute here, we should talk.” He folded his hands on the table. 

“I like you, I think that we can make something together. You seem like you need some help and call me old fashioned but I just can't resist a damsel in distress. I’m a busy man, with a lot of work and a full schedule, not really much time for dating. Not a fan of the apps either. What I am looking for is an arrangement. I want a companion and can keep you very well compensated for it.”

“So you’ve had…arrangements like this before.” You asked slowly. It didn’t make much sense to you. He was so unbelievably handsome. How could he have trouble finding anyone to be with?. He filled out his clothes so well, his strong square jaw made you want to swoon. How could it be you that he wanted? 

“Yes. Does that bother you?” 

“I-I’ve never done anything like this before.” You admitted. You cleared your throat. “What sort of things are you looking for from your…companion.” Your eyes were suddenly very focused on the bowl of strawberries in front of you. You hadn’t had a boyfriend before, but you’d been with men. Your idea of a sugar daddy was always a creepy old man, desperate for a young thing to fuck. But he didn’t seem desperate at all. The way he pinned you with his gaze was making you feel desperate for him. 

James reached out and placed his hand over yours.

“I am looking for everything. I want someone who’ll keep me company at home, someone I can buy gifts for, someone I can take out on dates.” He squeezed your hand, rubbing his thumb in circles over your wrist. “I’d like someone who’s going to stay the night too.”

Your stomach flipped. You knew what he meant. 

“Ah, like, sleepovers?” You giggled nervously. “I was never allowed to have those, as a kid. I always had to watch over my siblings.” 

“I didn’t have any either. Romanian immigrant parents. They didn’t really…get it?” James smiled, it was different from the grin that had been on his lips all night. It almost seemed shy.  “So maybe we should make up for lost time, hm?”

“But what would it be like? Being your…companion?” You were testing the waters. He was being a bit too vague for your liking. The word sugar baby had never been said but that’s what this was going to be wasn’t it? He wasn’t asking you to be his girlfriend. But he wanted you. And you wanted him. 

Should you get a contract? Or was that only something that happened in trashy romance novels?

He picked the bottle of champagne, his veins bulged in his strong grip. He easily flicked the cork off, popped the champagne with a loud bang that made you jolt. He smirked at your reaction. He poured himself a glass effortlessly then stood, walking to your side of the table. He was completely relaxed, in total control the whole time. 

He towered above you as he poured the bubbling liquor into the champagne flute in front of you. You could smell the rich musk of his cologne. He picked it up to offer it to you.

“If you agree to be mine, I would take you out to nice places like this, buy you whatever you like and then we would keep having fun all night.” His eyes sparkled. Your heart began to flutter, his eyes making you feel like you were the only person on earth. And you could get anything you wanted. 

You took the flute from him. You took a sip of the dry sparkling wine. It tasted expensive. 

“Do you want me to quit my job?” You said plainly. 

“Being CEO means I don't exactly have a 9-5 schedule and neither does a cocktail waitress. I don’t want to have to deal with scheduling around each other. Part of this is about you being available to me. You can take a leave of absence?” He was still standing, but had leaned against the table facing you. The CEO drop gave you a slight pause. You knew he was rich but…you were nervous to ask just how rich. Did it matter? You wondered to yourself. He was so handsome, you didn’t need specifics. You needed him.

“I don’t think that's an option for me.” You said trying not to roll your eyes. 

“Trying not to seem too pushy Doll, but…I want you to quit your job. I’ll be your job from now on. I can cover any of the expenses you’d need a job for. Being mine means spending late nights at my apartment, weekend trips to Europe, I don’t want you to worry about anything but me. If you agree, of course.”

He held out his hand to you. “Or is my time up?” 

You grabbed his hand. Your fingers interlocked. You nodded your head. James smiled and pulled you out of your seat. You quickly stood, eyes looking up into the icy blue pools that captivated you. His lips lightly pressed against yours. It was so soft and romantic, you surrendered to him easily. Your lips moved against him, assuring him, assuring yourself, you could do this. 

“You know why I got the strawberries right?” He asked as he pulled away motioning to the nearly forgotten dessert. 

“Yes…I’ve seen Pretty Woman. They bring out the sweetness of the champagne” You replied smartly. He laughed again. You made him laugh a lot, and every time you did your heart would race.

“I got them because I’m pretty sure you have a sweet tooth. And I thought it could be fun.” He scooped a dollop of cream onto a berry and brought it up to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, taking a bite of the fruit. The bright, sharpness of the berry was contrasted by the fluffy sweetness of the cream. It was so decadent you needed a minute before you could take another bite. 

He pressed his hands against the small of your back and guided you slowly towards him.

He eased down onto the chair, planting his feet on the floor. 

He gripped your hips and pulled you to straddle his thigh. He guided you down and you followed his lead. You slowly lowered onto him.Your crotch rubbed against his thigh, you grabbed onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself. His fingers went to your dress and hiked it up to your waist.

You let out a gasp, your eyes quickly darting to the door. He grabbed your chin and pulled your focus back to him. 

“You don’t have to worry about anything tonight. You just have to be mine.”  He murmured, his breath fanning over your face. Your face was burning with embarrassment, you’d never been so intimate in public before.

He began to tap his heel making you bounce up and down. His hands went to your ass. The delicious friction made you bite down hard on your lip as your arousal started to mount. 

“James ahh--” You tried to ask but pleasure started to rocket up your core. Your eyes rolled back as he continued to rock you on his thighs. He shushed you, burying his face in your neck. His hands finally left your hips and grasped your breasts.  You moaned at the sensation. You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back bringing his face to your cleavage. 

Your hips moved of their own volition now, faster as the sweet ache between your legs grew. 

They glided over and over his thick thighs, building in speed as you chased after your high. Bouncing up and down, no longer concerned with anyone who might see. 

“What do you want?” he gasped. Suddenly stopping you mid thrust, his grip on your ass held you still. 

“Huh?” you whined, wiggling your hips a bit, but he held you firm. 

“Tell me sweetheart, how do I close this deal, what do you want?” James whispered in your ear, letting his breath tickle you. 

“I--” You took a moment. Your panties were soaked through, you could feel your slickness on his pants. You felt so wanton, but this was what you wanted. “I want my rent paid.”

“Done.” 

“And I want a new phone.” He just nodded as his lips connected with your neck. You moaned as he lightly bit down on your neck alternating between pain and sweet kisses. You suddenly felt powerful, more powerful than you ever had in your life. “I also have student loans and money for savings a-and my sister’s starting high school this year and she’s going to need a laptop, so--” 

His lips had finally worked your neck enough and collided with your lips. He kissed you so fiercely, so overwhelmingly hot that you completely lost your train of thought and surrendered to it. 

“Deal.” he panted as he pulled away from your lips, his forehead resting against yours. You started to ride his thigh again, desperate for a release as the coils inside you wind together tighter and tighter.

“Fuck Doll that’s right, use me, ride my thigh, you’re mine now. Show you how good it is to be mine.” James grunted as you chased your high.

Waves of pleasure came crashing over you. You writhed on his thigh, your panties sticking to the sides of your walls as you collapsed forward. Pressing your head to his shoulder, you could feel him chuckling.

You liked being his. You felt small in his lap as he smoothed down your dress. He wiped some of the sweat off your brows. 

You take another sip of the champagne. It wasn’t sweet, but you could get used to it.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #navy and roo's sleepover #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #sugar daddy! bucky barnes #avengers fanfic #Ceo! Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #winter solider fanfic #sebastian stan #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

[milkibabe]

♥ family camping trip w/ kenny (headcanons) ♥

✢ summary: headcanons on going on a camping trip with Kenny’s family

✢ authors note: heyy since my first post blew up i'm deciding to do all of the boys ;p

✢ gender: reader is implied to be female <3

✢ warnings: nsfw, mentions of weed/smoking

Kenny HCs

𝒮𝐹𝒲

Begged you to go camping with him for months.

When you finally took some time off to go with him, he was ecstatic.

"We're gonna have so much fun"

Was confused why you packed so much stuff.

"What do you mean you still need to brush your teeth?"

Boy is an animal I swear, he can be so nasty.

You, Kenny, and Karen played 'I Spy' while in the car.

Kenny loves when you play with his little sister, it makes his heart melt.

"You'd make such a good mom"

Kenny just casually drops that while you're unpacking, like it isn't the sweetest thing you've ever heard.

You cannot escape his kisses, you've lost count of how many times he's kissed you.

You'll just be getting the fire wood ready for the campfire and he'll sneak up and kiss you on the neck from behind.

"There's my pretty girl"

Kenny is already rugged by nature, so camping is really his element.

When it's just you around he'll purposely be shirtless to get your attention.

Seeing him chop wood... while shirtless??? You nearly exploded at the sight.

"Whatcha lookin' at hm?"

He gives you a cocky grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Stupid, sexy Kenny.

He is a night owl. He prefers to do everything later at night with you.

He always sleeps through breakfast, so you always nag him to eat lunch.

"Only if I get to eat you for lunch" He grins at you.

You groan and push him away. Dude can be so cheesy.

Never lets you wear your own sweaters or jackets. He wants you to wear is giant, orange parka, always.

He saw you shiver and immediately draped it over your shoulders.

His parka smells like his cologne and weed.

You always tell him "Babe... you're gonna make my hair smell like weed.

Speaking of weed, boy is always offering you some.

"Babe, can we please smoke by the water?"

You look at your phone. "Kenny, it's like 3 am..."

You, of course, do it anyways. It's fun getting high with your hot, blonde stoner bf.

*Queue Moonlight by Kali Uchis*

He makes sure to bring plenty of water for the dry mouth and your favorite snackies when you get the munchies.

He loves to feed you the snacks himself, he loves spoiling you.

"I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life"

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Everyone already knows Kenny is a horny ass man, so it was no surprise when you couldn't get him off of you.

Cannot fucking resist teasing you every second.

Would whisper in your ears in the car while you're just minding your own business.

"Can't wait to fuck your brains out"

The face you made when he whispered that satisfied him a lot.

Everywhere you went on that trip was a place to fuck.

The tent? Yep. Some random isolated place in the middle of the woods? Yup. The showers/bathroom? You betcha.

Asked you to go skinny dipping with him in the middle of the night.

You were freezing cold of course.

This dude has the audacity to say "Aw, you can come to me to conserve warmth"

Obviously, this whole thing was a ploy to hold you while you were naked.

He would instantly start to suck on your neck, while massaging your ass with both hands.

You dug your fingernails into his back and in response he bit your neck.

Your moans made him grin, he loved how easily you melted into his touch.

Turned you around so he could grind his cock between your ass.

Wrapped his arms around your shoulders and whispered into your ear while he grinded against you.

"You're fucking perfect"

When shit was getting super heated, he walked you over to an isolated rock so you could hold yourself up on it while he fucked you.

You held on to that rock for dear life while he pounded you.

He loved watching how your body looked under the moonlight.

His favorite thing about standing doggy style is being able to watch himself pull out all the way and slam back into you.

Always riles him up when you stroke his ego.

You whine out, "Ah, its too big Kenny!"

Kenny smirks and says "Aw, but you take me so well, baby"

He only fucks you harder when you whine and whimper.

Takes him forever to cum, you probably came three times by now.

That's fine by him, he enjoys overstimulating you.

You were losing your grip on the rock and your legs could no longer stand, so he has to hold you up.

Kenny knows his job is done when you are about to collapse.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum"

He finally hits his climax and he pulls out to cum all over your ass.

"My favorite sight in the world"

He's proud of the work he's done but notices you about to pass out and quickly uses the water to wash you off.

"My sleepy little princess"

After drying you off with a towel, he puts his parka on you and carries you back to camp.

"Ooh, remind me to fuck you while you wear this next time"

Dude's always thinking of the next time he gets to fuck you smh.

#south park fanfiction #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x reader smut #south park hcs #south park #south park smut #kenny mccormick

[girls-alias]

Dean's Dream P2 Smut

Title: Dean's Dream P2 Smut

Words: 1749 [Bit long, my apologies]

Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader.

TW: Smut Chapter.

Please don't read if you don't like smut. This is a smut-only chapter.

This chapter won't affect the storyline and so is skip-able.

Prompt:

Dean is captured by a Djinn and dreams of Y/N.

Part 1

Summary for context:

Dean was abducted by a Djinn and this is his dream. Y/N is his girlfriend and he woke up in her bed. He couldn't remember anything and thought she was a one-night stand. Once he saw her, the photo on her drawers of them kissing and her explaining they had already said I love you confused Dean but from her smile, and certainly from her kiss he knew he was home, where he was supposed to be. With her. They have a little free time before they have to go see Sam.

SMUT (Last Warning) Third person POV:

Dean dug his nails into her waist and she moaned softly into his mouth only cementing the fact that he wanted her. Her hand moved up and softly yanked at the hair on the back of his head, it was unexpected for him and yet found that he liked it. He instantly understood she liked it rough. He grinned against her lips before his tongue tried to grace her bottom lip but her mouth was already open, ready for him like she knew he would do it.

This only excited Dean more, he could sense this had been done many times before, none of which he could remember. She seemed to know his body better than anyone ever had, she knew exactly where to run her fingertips, where to squeeze and where to avoid. Dean found it extremely refreshing that someone was actually interested in pleasing him as well. It only made him want her more.

His hands slid down to her ass, and she seemed to take it as a queue to jump. He effortlessly caught her weight and held her close. The kiss deepened as their tongues danced and her soft moans from his rough touch turned him crazy. She moved her hand to Dean's cheek and his eyebrows twitched, this didn't feel like it was just sex, it was love.

Y/N pulled away slightly, her lips quickly finding his neck. "I'm not a big fa-" Dean couldn't finish his sentence as he sucked air through his teeth, eyes rolling back as his hands squeezed her ass tighter. He had never found much pleasure in neck kisses but she knew exactly where to attack, she found a spot no other girl had found, a spot that made his knees almost buckle. It fuelled his desire. He bit his bottom lip bringing an arm around her back to hold the back of her shoulder tightly. His erection got harder and harder as she continued to suck and nibble harshly on the spot which made him make noises he didn't know he could make.

Her back muscles moved against his touch, he loosened his grip figuring he was hurting her. She pulled away to smirk at him. Their breath was erratic from the passion and rising pulse they shared. He bit his bottom lip taking the time to look at her deeply, admiring her beauty. Her eyes were full of lust, pupils dilated clearly seeing what she wanted and ready to take it. She smiled a little brighter. "Are you going to stare at me all day or fuck my brains out?" She asked softly, almost whispering. He grinned causing her to giggle as he lowered them onto the bed, he hovered over her. She connected their lips, making out with as much passion as their bodies would allow. Dean placed a hand on her waist pushing her down into the bed trying to resist his urges to devour her. She didn't seem to hold back.

She pulled the string on her silk robe, the tie coming undone and her gown resting open. Dean's hands instantly moved the robe aside to grip her waist without fabric in the way. Her left hand moved to the waistband of his boxers. Dean's heart skipped as she started pushing them aside. Dean hesitated, he reluctantly disconnected their lips to look at her, lust in his eyes matching hers. "You sure?" He asked apprehensively, a part of him worried she would say no but she chuckled softly. She kissed him slowly but with just as much passion as before. He never experienced such a sweet kiss.

"You'd think after 2 years you'd stop asking and know by now that I have a higher sex drive than you," She expressed, her smile bright and lighting Dean's world a little brighter. He grinned, swooping down to connect their lips again. He helped her pull his boxers down and he was left bare. Her hand reached down, jerking his throbbing hard cock in her soft hands. Dean groaned, pulling his lips away to take a deep and shaky breath. His eyes were screwed shut as he resisted pushing his hips into her hand. She moaned, her hips rolling, feeling empty and needing him. Dean's breath was quick as she tristed her hand slightly, he gasped feeling pleasure he'd never come close to. He rested his forehead on her shoulder, eyes screwed shut, the pleasure riding his spine the way he needed her to ride him, relentlessly.

"I need you, Dean." She whispered seductively in his ear, he moaned at her saying his name. He felt as though now that he'd heard her say it that way no one else was allowed to say it. It was only her. He moved a hand from her waist to find where she needed him, as soon as his fingertips came in contact with her clit she gasped. She didn't seem to have noise control as her moans filled the room. Dean throbbed in her hand, the moans alone were enough to edge him. Dean connected his lips to the shoulder he had been resting on and bit down slightly using all of his willpower to resist her a little longer, his fingers moving down and instantly taking in how wet he had made her. He groaned knowing she was ready for him. She needed this just as much as he did.

"Fuck, you're so wet," He expressed through a groan. She yelped softly as he slid a finger inside her. His other hand on the back of her neck, holding his weight with his elbow and forearm, gripped tighter.

"Fuck my brains out baby," She moaned out breathlessly. He took no more convincing as he pulled his fingers out and sat up, he looked down at her as she moved her hand from around his cock. He took the time to admire her, he saw utter perfection. His mouth went dry as his breath remained quick and erratic. She bit her bottom lip knowing no matter how many times he saw her naked she would still feel the same as the first time, like her body was the only one he would ever need to see. He pulled her legs down slightly before he lined his cock to her entrance. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head anticipating him inside her.

"You're so fucking hot," He breathed out before pushing his hips into hers. His cock entered her fully. He gripped her hips harshly feeling immobilised by her inside. He locked his arms so he wouldn't fall. She moaned as he twitched inside her. She gripped at the bed sheets beneath her. "Fuck," He gasped before slowly pulling out and hesitating, he pushed deep inside her. She moaned loudly, already almost screaming. It spurred Dean on as he wanted to make her scream his name. The best prize in the world.

"Fuck Dean." She moaned, her back arching up from the bed, bringing his attention to her perfect breasts. He moved his left hand to kneed her right tit. She groaned in her throat, her head digging into the bed. He thrust into her a little faster, finding a pace that made her moan the most. He took a deep breath and tried resisting he didn't want to be too rough but he was unsure how long he could hold back. Amazing sensations vibrated their muscles with each thrust. She looked deep into Dean's eyes, a smirk raising half her lip. Dean was mesmerised but continued to thrust knowing if he stopped now it would only hurt him. "Fuck me like you mean it, Dean," She tempted. His breath hitched in his throat, he searched her expression for a hint of apprehension but she looked more sure of this than Dean was sure she was perfect. He nodded slightly, stopping only momentarily to adjust his position. He raised his hips and held her hips in both his hands. She gulped with anticipation as she knew what pleasure she was about to share with the love of her life.

He pulled his hips back, taking a second to breathe before thrusting into her deep and hard as he pulled her hips down to meet him. She moaned, a scream finally leaving her lips and he knew he would kill to hear it again. He did it again, the same pause, the same power. He groaned as he wanted nothing more than to go faster, his pleasure only building the more she moaned, she was getting close, he could feel it, he knew. "Faster, Dean. Fuck, please," She moaned between thrusts. He panted, his nails digging into her skin as he watched her tits bounce as he pulled her hips harshly into his. He continued, taking out the pause he was previously doing and pounded into her relentlessly. He groaned, his orgasm growing close as he watched her whimper and squirm, he caused this.

"Fuck, baby," He hissed as her walls squeezed his hard cock pounding into her, she giggled slightly as she bit her bottom lips. She found his eyes, he was lost in them, groaning as he breathed out knowing the eye contact only made his orgasm grow unbearably close. He thrust into her once again, harder than before. She screamed as her back rose from the bed momentarily.

"Fuck, Dean. I'm gonna cum," She screamed as he continued. His eyes screwed shut at her words, the tension inside him ready to release inside her.

"Fuck," He groaned. She screamed as she came. Her vagina tightened around his throbbing dick. "Fuck, I'm cumming," He exclaimed as he pulled her in even deeper. He felt the orgasms pressure release as he came inside her, he knew he had never cum so hard. She yelped, biting her lip as his cum shot hard inside her, hitting the spot that made her body weak. He groaned, his thrusts getting sloppier as his breath quickened, riding out their orgasms. His eyes finally opened but were clouded with darkness, the only noise in the room was their deep breathing. He pulled out slowly, admiring as she bit her lips, her eyebrows twitching as she found pleasure in that too. He moved to her side to lie down. He tried to catch his breath as she turned to her side, facing him. He lifted his arm to wrap it around her as she rested her head on his chest.

His mind is swimming.

MASTERLIST

Part 3

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[blueroan-equestrian]

Yawne

Aged up and arranged marriage and smut

Aonung

We had to flee our home to another clan for safety…. But they had a condition to our sanctuary… I had to be betrothed to their eldest son. Aonung… he looked at us with what could only be disgust. I didn’t want to be promised to someone who hated my guts so much. They gave us time to discuss and I quietly listened to my parents talk or rather argue it through. Eventually they turned to me, “(y/n) … I know we’re asking a lot and you are of age so this really is your decision but we need to find sanctuary… so will you accept their terms?” My father asked.

I hung my head but nodded.

…

Tonowari and Ronal presented their own son, Aonung. Ronal placed a hand on Aonung’s shoulder and says, “Good then it’s decided, (y/n) and Aonung will create tsaheylu tonight in front of Eywa. We wouldn’t want for the same stunt her parents pulled to happen again.”

Aonung growled but didn’t dare cross his mother. They moved my family into an empty pod but I had to move into Aonung’s pod. I could see his disgust when he looked at me. He was watching me as I moved my hammock in and set it up on my own. When I had finished and he came to take my hand and examined it, “at least you don’t have demon hands. I don’t want my kids looking like they have demon blood in them.”

I yanked my hand back, “Yeah, well they will have demon blood in them. I still have it in me.”

He shrugged, “that’s why I said looking like. Now let’s go get this over with.” With my arm still in his hand he pulled me forward and led me to the water where Eywa could be heard. He knelt down at the ledge where the water sat at his upper waist now. He tugged off his loin cloth and gestured for me to do the same. I do reluctantly kneeling in front of him. He offers me his queue and I held mine to his allowing tsaheylu to be made. He reached forward and pulled me up onto his lap. He had me hovering over his most intimate part and held me there. His fingers wiggled on my hips, “Ready?”

I looked down at his ocean blue eyes, that had a hardness to them, “yes… I guess…”

He nodded and pulled me down onto his length. His breath hitched and his emotions were everywhere. Disgust was no longer in him I could feel through the bond, just worry, a little loneliness, confusion, and pleasure. I could feel his cock inside me twitching. He placed a hand on my cheek in a strange gentleness to it, “I grew up knowing my mate would be chosen for me but I never thought it was going to be this awkward.”

“We just met. You probably at least knew the other possible mates… We just met and now you are inside of me.”

He chuckled, “You’re right… uh… can I…. Um… can I move?”

I nodded before leaning forward to lay down my head onto his shoulder. He wrapped his hands under my bottom and began pumping himself into me. His head leaned forward as he focused on the pleasure he was experiencing. His fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs. His pleasure through the connection started to rally me up. I started to whimper. My own whimper dragged out a growl from him. I gasped as he bit down on my collar bone and released inside me. I felt a little bit of relief as I knew I wasn’t ovulating. I wasn’t ready for a baby let alone one with him. I know I will have to bear him a child at some point because he’s the future clan leader but hopefully we will find a rhythm together that will make me want a child with him.

We head back home and simply get into our separate bed arrangements.

…

Aonung and his sister, Tsireya, were put in charge in helping us adjust. Hunting in the water was difficult. Unlike my siblings and parents I didn’t have to worry about it like they did. Aonung was expected to insure I was provided for so if I wasn’t able to hold my breath long enough to hunt, he was expected to provide. Luckily for me his mother ended up working with me on my role beside him and as a healer. I still had to learn to dive into the depths for certain ingredients but it was better than training with Aonung. I had to skip a training fishing trip with Aonung, Tsireya and my siblings because I was working with Ronal on healing the sick. It was the first time I had someone so young so close to death. Sure grandma back home had trained me to heal but never had I experienced someone somebody so young this sick. I just went home and crawled into my hammock and just went to sleep too drained for anything else.

When Aonung stepped into the pod, he scoffed, “Sleeping? You skipped training to…” He stopped when he realized my cheeks were stained with tears. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

When I simply turned away from him he sighed and climbed into the hammock with me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. “Alright, it’s okay. I brought back enough for the both of us… I will prepare it in a few minutes. You can tell me about it if you want or we can simply lay here and eat fish.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw his uncharacteristicly soft expression. I simply nodded and he got up and prepared the fish before he handed me one and laid down beside me and just ate quietly with me. This was the most intimate moment we’ve had together. I turned to snuggle into his side, and he wrapped an arm around me, “feeling any better?” He asked tentatively.

I nodded, “yes, thank you… I… I’m sorry I missed practice… and didn’t help with the hunt…”

He tilted his head so that his lips pressed against my temple, “Don’t worry about it we can work on your breath work later… I can take you tomorrow morning before you have to go with my mother. Don’t worry about it.”

“I have never had someone so young… so close to death before…” I whispered into his chest.

He pressed his nose into my hair, “That’s hard… I’m sorry it was a rough day for you… but mother is very gifted and from what I heard about you from her, so are you. Eywa will take care of the rest.”

I take a moment to think about his words before speaking, “why are you being so kind to me right now?”

He shifted his head so his cheek would rest on my head now, “Because you are my mate… and I need to do better. You will be the mother of my children someday… that’s something I should honor…. So I am going to try more to be a worthy mate.”

I hummed in acknowledgment, “I appreciate that… what do you need from me so I can be the same for you?”

“Well… um… I… want… I need you to be with me in front of the clan.”

“How?”

“When the clan has the biweekly super together, sit with me instead of your family. I know they are important too but in front of the clan, I need you by my side. If it helps we can have some family dinners with them once a week… how can I be a better mate for you?”

“This right here… the affection, small intimate moments like this…” I say allowing my arm to drape around him.

“I can do that… can you?”

I nodded, “I can…”

“Then can we move onto my bed? This hammock makes me uncomfortable.”

I chuckled, “alright.”

We switched to his bed which was surprisingly comfortable. It was wide and soft. He pulled me back into his arms.

…

We grew significantly closer until one day he went and got into a fight with my brothers. Kiri told me about it so I charged down to the beach where I knew he would still be with his friends. “Aonung!” I shouted and he and his friends flinched looking my way. “Fighting with my brothers? Are you serious? Do you want to explain yourself?” I growled as I got into his face.

He stumbled back, “I… we were just having some fun, they over reacted!” I glared and he backed up, “I was insensitive too …. Sorry yawne (love).”

I stared him down before growling, “I am not the one you should be apologizing to.”

He nodded, “Yes ma Yawne… I’ll make it right… but first I have to go get him…”

I looked at him confused, “What do you mean go get him?”

Ao’nung rubbed the back of his neck, “well, actually… Lo’ak actually already came to apologize and… I took him out fishing… and l left him out near the reef…”

It took a minute but when the realization came over me I smacked him hard, “What the fuck is wrong with you! If he so much as has a single scratch on him I swear to Eywa!!!”

“I know… I will be back…” he called for his ilu and disappeared I gave his friends a glare that made them all shrink back before I stormed away to my family’s pod. Mom was on my side of course but dad was apprehensive but I was angry with him too for putting Lo’ak into such a position and putting all the blame on him.

When Aonung returned with Lo’ak I tackled Lo’ak in a hug and ignored Aonung. He had his head hung, “Yawne … please… I am so sorry…”

“Tsssaaaa! Get out! Get out! I don’t want to see you!” I snarled.

He only gave me a solemn nod before walking off.

Mom gave dad a warning glare before she gave me a hug and whispered, “You can stay with us as long as you need. I am here for you…”

A week goes by and Ao’nung has given me space. He didn’t even try to push for me to sit with him during clan dinner. While I was helping clean up, Aonung finally came to approach me. “My Yawne?… may I have a moment?”

I paused, “You may help me clean this up and then I will consider your request.”

Once cleaned up I gestured for him to follow me down the beach. Once away I plopped down and gestured for him to do the same. I decided to take the lead and broke the silence, “What you did was hurtful and disrespectful and you could have cost me my brother.”

“You’re right, and I am sorry for what I did. I have been doing everything I could think of to make it up to both of your brothers but especially Lo’ak. I have been spending extra time to help them with their free diving… I’ve made sure that you have been fed every day, as well as your family. I know that isn’t going to fix anything but I hope it’s a start… please come home.”

“I… I understand that you are sorry but I need you to swear to me that you won’t be fighting with my brothers. You can’t be fighting with my brothers and especially not sending them out alone.”

He nodded, “of course, never again. Will you come home?”

“Yes, I will come back.” I sighed. “But… can I ask you something?”

He turned to look at me, “Of course Yawne, anything you want.”

“Why are you fighting so hard to make it right? To get me back… you didn’t even choose me… you could just push us out and start over again…”

“Because you are my mate. We are mated before Eywa whether or not I’ve chosen it. We are tied together and that means something to me. I want you to know that I respect you and that means earning your trust back… I mean I call you Yawne for a reason.”

I looked at him confused, “You can’t possibly love me… I remember the disgust that you had for me even when we were mating… You are making the most out this situation… right?”

He leaned in and brushed his lips against my cheeks, “At first maybe… but now I feel empty when you aren’t around.”

I turned my head so that our lips were only a breath away, “Are you saying what I think that you are saying?”

“Nga yawne lu oer… I see you Ma (y/n) …”

“I see you Aonung.” And for the first time he actually kissed me.

I gasped but reciprocated the kiss and as the kiss progressed, the more heated it became. He shoved me down and began to strip us down. He hovered over me kissing me, “I want to touch you.”

“Then touch me! Please touch me!” I cried out as growled and peppered kisses down my body to my most intimate place. He flattened his tongue between my folds licking and then twirling his tongue. I gasped and reached for his hair. “Aonung! Oh Eywa! That feels so good. Please Aonung!”

He growled triumphantly, “That’s it baby, get into.” He reached up and inserted a finger into me. My back arches as his finger curled inside me. I whimpered as he added another finger. My high was quickly approaching and my hips were squirming so he had to pinned me down. His tongue swirled around my sensitive bud until I screamed out as I cummed onto his tongue.

I was breathing heavily as he climbed up my body kissing up my body like he did when he made his way down. “Ma (y/n), can I create tsaheylu?”

I nodded and he retrieved our braids and joined our queues. He hummed and I am flooded with an unexpected amount of warmth coming from him. “Aonung! What is that?”

He chuckled, “love… affection… and need. Baby… can I?”

I bit my lip and nodded. He kissed me gently as he lined up with me and slowly pushed into. He let out a loud moan and I did too. “Aonung!”

“Mmm Yawne! You feel so good.” He moaned as he began to pump into me. He pulled my legs up to wrap around his waist. I pulled him in with my legs. He growled and bit at my shoulder. He rutted into me faster and faster as his fingers dug into my hips. He started edging me before slowing down teasing me, “Aonung!” I whined, “Enough with the teasing!”

Aonung chuckled as lifted up a hand to smooth back my hair, “I got you sweet girl. Don’t worry, I will get you there. Just be patient.” When his hips began to stutter I knew he was close. My own hips were struggling to keep up. He pulled away from my shoulder to look into my hooded eyes as I released pulling him with me shooting his seed into me.

He collapsed on top of me and simply breathed as I made circles onto his skin with my fingers. “Well that was something else.” I hummed.

Aonung chuckled resting his head on my shoulder, “it was was… let’s get cleaned up and go home.”

… part two

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[vilevenom]

groppy groppy groppy groppy groppy

Please?

Hello Anon!! Thank you for your prompt ❤️ I absolutely love Groppy, but I have such a hard time writing it, sadly 😅 I used your prompt to try and help me get over a bit of writers block I'm currently suffering from, so hopefully it makes muster! It's short, but sweet! Enjoy~

It was the anniversary. Branch never forgot. How could he? After all, he was the reason his grandmother was no longer alive.

Quietly, he walked through the woods, a small candle clutched in his hand to help guide his way in the early morning twilight, while a small satchel over his shoulder weighed him down. He never stayed close to the village on the anniversary, too worried that some other troll would come along and interrupt him. No, this was a sacred tradition he held with no one but himself, in the most secluded spot he could find, while remaining close enough to the village to stay safe.

Once he thought he was a decent enough distance from the village (even further out than the hole he'd begun digging for his bunker), he settled himself between the roots of a tree. Carefully, he dug into his satchel, pulling out a well loved picture frame first. He brushed his fingers against the frame reverently, before setting it carefully against the base of the tree, propped up so it was in no danger of toppling over. Next, he pulled a few books out, between the pages of which carefully pressed and preserved dried flowers had been stored, just for the occasion. He set the flowers gingerly around the photo, affixing one just so to the top right corner of the frame.

When he was finally satisfied with how the flowers were arranged, he shifted back, allowing just enough space to set the candle down without worry of setting the flowers on fire. He then set his hands on his knees and took a deep breath, before quietly murmuring, "Good morning, Grandma," into the crisp morning air.

He sat like that for a while, quietly conversing with the photo, explaining to the memory of his grandmother how his life was going, and apologizing for failing her, until the sun began to rise above the horizon and the flame of his candle guttered out against a cool breeze. He figured that was about his queue to pack up and leave, when he heard a twig snap in the underbrush not far from where he was sat.

Quickly, Branch stood up, pulling a sharply whittled stick from his hair, a snarl on his face as he brandished it. "Who's there?!" he all but snarled, hackles rising as the bush in front of him began to quake.

"Phew!" A bright pink head popped out form the bushes, small twigs and leaves caught and tangled between strands of hair, "There you are! Man, you are one tough troll to track down!"

Branch visibly deflated, his arms dropping to his sides as his posture relaxed. "Poppy? What are you doing out here?"

"Looking for you, silly!" Poppy chirped, turning to pull herself free from the bushes, and somehow managing to tear the bottom hem of her dress as it caught on a particularly stubborn bramble. She scowled at it for a moment, but otherwise did not let it dampen her chipper mood and bright smile.

Branch sniffed in an uninterested manner, tucking his stick back into his hair. "And, why exactly, were you looking for me?"

"Because! I have an invitation for you," Poppy said, digging into her hair before offering a thick piece of cardstock to Branch, which was absolutely covered in glitter.

"No, thank you," Branch grunted, nose wrinkled as he gingerly pushed Poppy's hand and glittery invitation away from his person.

"Awww, come on, Branch," Poppy sighed, wiggling the invitation at him, "It's not like you have anything better to do!"

"As I matter of fact, I do," Branch growled, folding his arms over his chest with a scowl.

"Oh, yeah? And what might that….be," Poppy trailed off as her gaze obviously caught on the flowers and picture frame set up amongst the roots of the tree they stood next to. Branch swallowed thickly as he immediately side stepped to try and block them from her view.

"None of your business," Branch ground out, even as Poppy shoved past him to get a better look at the make-shift shrine.

"Who is that?" Poppy asked, pointing at the picture as she turned her head to look at Branch, open curiosity on her face.

"My grandma," Branch bit out, already wishing this conversation was over and that Poppy would go about her marry way and leave him alone.

"Why do you have a photo of her, with all these dead flowers?" Poppy asked, an air of confused disgust as she said the word 'dead'.

"They're not dead! Well…I mean, they are. But they're pressed! It's a way to keep flowers so they don't get all rotten and gross," Branch huffed, bodily moving in front of Poppy again to try and push her away from the roots.

"Okay…but why do you have them all set up around a picture of your grandma?" Poppy continued, not seeming to be phased in the least as Branch shoved her backwards.

"Because she's dead!" he finally snapped loudly, giving Poppy a hard shove, which made her stumble backwards. She looked like she was in a bit of a stupor as Branch sucked in a deep breath to try and calm himself down. "She died, so I was…ugh. It's none of your business!" He turned away, hunching his shoulders around his ears as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Now, go away."

"Branch…" Poppy's voice was soft as she spoke, and Branch could hear the faint sounds of her foot steps in the grass as she approached again. He braced himself in preparation for her to try and hug him, only to let his shoulders drop in surprise as her footsteps continued past him. He turned his head to see what she was doing, about to snap at her to leave again, only to watch as she carefully knelt in front of the photo, patting down her skirt so it lay neatly over her lap.

"Hello, Mrs. Branch's grandma, Ma'am," Poppy said quietly to the photo, earning a surprised little sound from Branch. "You should know that your grandson is a really stubborn troll, who needs to learn to have fun once and a while."

At that Branch made an indignant sound and marched over to Poppy, dropping into a cross legged position next to her with a scowl on his face. "I do not! I have fun!"

"Digging holes in the dirt is not 'fun', Branch," Poppy scolded, though she didn't look up at him as she reached out to fix a couple of the flowers that had shifted in the morning breeze.

"It can be," Branch groused, almost sulking as Poppy chuckled quietly next to him.

"Sure it can. Anyway…It's nice to meet you. I'm Poppy," the pink troll offered, addressing the photo.

Branch watched as the princess began to speak animatedly to the photo, much as he'd been doing before she'd arrived. It surprised him a bit, that Poppy could so easily shift gears from trying to gang press him into going to a party, to quietly speaking to his grandmother's photo like she was right there. He supposed he wasn't the only troll who spoke to lost loved ones - he was just more private about it.

Poppy's rambling speech slowly seemed to come to an end after a few minutes, her final sentiment to Branch's grandmother being, "He's a good troll. I think he just needs to let loose a bit sometimes."

Branch snorted at the very idea, but couldn't help the small smile that curled his lips. He wasn't sure how, but Poppy managed to make his heart feel just a little bit lighter on a day that it was meant to feel heavy. And, perhaps, if he still had his colors, she would've made him shine just a little bit brighter.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls branch #trolls poppy #groppy #broppy #trolls fanfic #prompt fill #things that i wrote

[realfunfan]

Mo'teya's Nightmare Pt 1

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This fic does have some warnings. Bits of Mo'teya's torture at the hands of humans are described, A scene does contain being tied down, having medical procedures done, and pain. If such things bother you skip the nightmare between the ****. More ***** will follow so you can pick up after. The rest of the story should make sense without reading the nightmare part. Please be safe.

Words: 1896 this is a big one

Deep in the jungle of Pandora, under the light provided by the nearby flora, a family of seven settled. Four children lay in a pile, tangled and whispering to each other. Neteyam, the oldest and biggest, was at the bottom. He held his younger brother and two little sisters in his arms, kinda. Lo’ak was on his left, a small head on his brother’s arm. He didn't often sleep on his brother, preferring his mom by far, but she was not available, so Neteyam was his second best. Kiri lay on his right, with Mo’teya in her arms between them. It was not uncommon to see Kiri cuddling her sister, especially if Lo’ak wanted to cuddle her first. Which was the case tonight. 

“I wanted to hold Mo,” Lo’ak pouted at his sister. His yellow eyes narrowed and his nose scrunched as Kiri stuck her tongue out, making a humming sound. Her grip tightened on Mo. The two fought over everything, so it was natural that they fight over their sister, who often had no say or objections. Neteyam sighed and ran a thumb over his sister's back. 

“Kiri, stop antagonizing him. Lo’ak, Mo is not a toy. She is your sister. Lay down and let her and me sleep.” Lo’ak huffed at his brother, who arched a would-be eyebrow. His tired brain was not in the mood for his dimwit brother’s attitude. ‘Lo’ak, please? I am trying to sleep,” Mo’teya signed clumsy in the air. She grunted and turned over, facing Neteyam instead of Kiri. She peeked over to Lo’ak who meet her ghastly gaze. The strange light in Mo’teya’s eyes didn’t intimidate her siblings anymore, but the risk of waking up to an act of well-executed revenge did. Lo’ak dug his head into Neteyam’s side, causing him to jump, but the four settled down again. Jake and Neytiri walked into the room and looked down at their children. They could tell the kids were restless but felt proud of their oldest for getting them to bed. 

“We are going to be out for a bit. A small clan meeting is being held. Tuk is asleep and should stay that way,” Neytiri knelt next to the kid pile and brushed some of Lo’ak’s hair. The boy left his eyes closed but smiled. Jake moved closer to his family and knelt down on Kiri’s side. He pressed kisses to his children’s heads, blowing in Lo’ak’s ear to get a giggle out of him. Jake chuckled back and looked at his mate. She was pressing kisses to her children’s faces, thanking Neteyam at the end. He nodded back to his mother and father. His grip on his siblings tightened slightly before he completely relaxed. Sleep slowly caught up on the Sully kids as their parents walked away. 

Mo’teya peeked at her siblings, watching their breath and feeling envy. She always had the most challenging time falling asleep. Even now, when her heavy eyes begged for her to sleep, she could not. She loved the family pile she was dragged into, truly. But she was not used to so many breaths surrounding her. She was not used to arms and tails brushing hers. Kiri’s clinging often startled her in the mornings, whether she started it or not. She had been with her family for so long, her time in hell seemed like a lifetime ago. When she closed her eyes, a lifetime flashed before her. So no matter what, she was always the last to sleep. But sleep always came. 

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Metal pressed into Mo’teya’s back, digging into her tail and queue. Her arms were strapped to the table, familiar black leather digging into her skin. Her legs had human hands wrapped around them, two demons struggling to strap her ankles and knees down. Another demon pushed down on her head, bringing a metal bar over her face. This demon brushed back her brown hair and sighed. 

“Hurry up and get her legs in! I want her brain scans done in the next hour.” The two demons pushed harder on 12’s legs, making her scream more. She bared her teeth and kicked harder. She spat and growled at the brown-haired demon, who seemed larger than normal. The demons eventually got her legs strapped down and disappeared. Tears streamed down 12’s face and blood rushed in her ears. She had to get out. Out, out, out! But no matter how hard the thrashed and how loud she screamed, she could not get off the table.

 A large needle sat in Alicent’s hands, sharp and promising pain. She approached 12, laying a small, cold hand on her face. “Stop screaming, 12. You keep screaming and I’ll give you a real reason to scream. I will make this so painful, you will wish for death.” 12 just cried and spat in Alicent's face. She didn't care about whatever threats the demon had. To the demon, the pain was a gift to be given. Even if 12 did what was asked, it would still hurt. So, as her beloved brother Lo'ak would say, fuck it. 

The demon laughed as she wiped the spit off her face. The room grew cold and dark as Alicent grew larger. The needle in her hand multiplied. They grew larger and dread made 12 thrash. "No more needles, no more! Please!" 12 screamed into the air. But Alicent didn't listen. No one did. As the needles dug into 12's skin, the demon only laughed. Blind pain filled her mind as blood dripped from her skin. 

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Neteyam watched as his little sister thrashed and screamed with all her chest, not even opening her eyes. Lo'ak and Kiri cowered in the corner, shaky and tired. They all had been deep in sleep when their sister started to cry in her sleep. Kiri had tried to calm her without waking anyone else, but Mo'teya had let out an ear-piercing scream before she could. The scream awoke everyone in the home, Tuk included. The baby had cried and screamed almost as loud as her older sister. 

Trying to calm her, Neteyam grabbed her arms gently and held her down. He began to call her, "Mo'teya. Mo'teya it's ok, all is well. Wake up now." But the girl continued to cry. She fought his grip with stiff movements like she couldn’t control her own limbs. Her breath came in short gasps, small whines in between each scream. All of Neteyam’s calm was washing away as she continued. He looked at his brother and sister, yelling, “Go get Mom and Dad! Hurry, I can’t wake her up!” Kiri sprung up from the floor and bolted, crying. Lo’ak slowly came closer, ears laying flat, trying to block out the screaming. It made his heart hurt, hearing both his little sisters scream and cry. “Lo’ak, go get Tuk. Help calm her down.” Neteyam had moved to cradle Mo’teya in his arms, restricting her movements almost completely. Her screaming only got louder and shriller. With Lo’ak cradling Tuk, shushing her, and Kiri getting their parents, all Neteyam could do is hold his sister and pray to Eywa she would wake up. 

Jake and Neytiri ran to their home, hearts pounding. Their daughter had run to them, in front of many, crying about Mo’teya screaming in her sleep. Jake’s attention quickly shifted from Olo'eyktan to father, dismissing the men and women of the tribe. Neytiri took the lead, pulling Kiri in front of her and brushing away her tears. Jake took off his chest piece and left it with Mo’at, who urged them home. Now, they could hear Mo’teya’s crying and screams from outside. It chilled Jake to the bone, hearing his little girl  scream so desperately. Inside, the parents found their children doing their best to keep her and themselves safe.  Lo’ak was rocking Tuk, who still cried. Neteyam and Mo were in a heap on the floor. Neteyam crouched over his sister who tried to buck him off. In a panic, Jake ran to his kids and pulled Neteyam off. 

“Neteyam! Get off, get off! You can’t hold her down like that!” Jake moved into his sons spot and grabbed Mo’teya gently. “I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to do. She was going to hurt herself,” Neteyam cried. He was exhausted and scared for his little sister. “It’s ok, I know. I’m sorry you have to see her like this,” Jake pulled Mo’teya into his bigger lap and softly began to rock. He cradled her like he used to when they first met. Her screaming had stopped, but she still sobbed violently. “What’s wrong with her?” Kiri gasped. She had huttled near Lo’ak and her mom, who soothed Tuk. Neytiri had tears in her eyes as all her children looked to her with fear. She didn’t fully understand her beloved daughter’s pain, but she felt it in her own chest. “Ma Jake, what is it? Is she hurt?” Neytiri ran a soothing hand over Kiri’s head. 

“No, she's not hurt. It’s a night terror. She’s having a horrible dream.” Jake continued to rock his daughter softly, shushing her cries. The rocking seemed to work because Mo’s heaving sobs calmed into silent tears. Lo’ak scooted closer to peek at his sister’s calm, sleeping face. 

The Sully couple looked down at Mo’teya, their beautiful daughter who brought such happiness to their whole family. She had finally calmed down into a soft sleep. The only hint at something was wrong was the small tear tracks on her face. Jake kept running his hands over her hair, feeling the small beads she had Neytiri put in them that morning. He had walked the other four kids to Mo’at’s home, feeling they needed a separate space for the night. Lo’ak tried to fight him on it, but he explained as best he could. Mo was safe. He didn’t know if she was going to do this again, so the kids needed to find a safe and calm place to sleep tonight. He and their mother would not let Mo out of their sight. His heart hurt seeing his beautiful children so weary, but proud at how they had handled the situation. Now, he just needed to find a way to help Mo’teya. 

“Ma Jake, what is this?” Neytiri asked, to afraid to speak above a whisper. She had never seen such a thing. All of her children had nightmares. They normally just woke up and sought someone out for comfort, like all children. Why didn’t Mo’teya? Why did her small body fight like she was at war? 

“It’s called a night terror, kids get it. Adults get it. But this, this was a little more. She could be suffering trauma from her time with the sky people.” Jake winced as he saw her bare her teeth at the mention of humans. “Trama. What could they have done to a child that makes them hurt like this?” Neytiri’s eyes never left Mo’teya’s body. They scanned up and down her legs and arms, stopping at every dotted scar. Her fingers tapped each one. Horrible things, they both thought. 

“I’m going to talk to her about it tomorrow. Take her out. We might have to… take her to Norm and Max, see what they say.” Jake sighed when Neytiri shot him a glare. “What would they know?” “More than we do.” 

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#sully family #avatar #avatar: the way of water #dad jake sully #daughter character #jake sully x daughter!oc #Neytiri x daughter!oc #neteyam #lo'ak #jake sully daughter

[sporesgalaxy]

I think Puritans mostly read the Bible and other related bits of religious literature, so I think it’s safe to assume that that’s what Belos finds boring? Interesting, considering he based the Titan’s religion on what he learned about God back home…I wonder if Belos would have become an outright atheist? And if he would have found other books more interesting, like Shakespeare’s work, or what kind of literature he would have made himself?

He would've also learned Latin as a kid and been made to read some selected texts of Classical Philosophy which had been dubbed worthy of study by the Church in spite of the hethen upbringings of its authors. I don't know all the specifics, but Cicero (ancient Greek political philosopher) and Aesop's fables are mentioned a lot across the google search results I've personally dug through. Otherwise, just a general impression of lots of Ancient Greek Philosophy, but only the stuff that lined up with Protestant Christian Ideology. I looked at some of Cicero's letters and can confirm that they didn't seem terribly exciting :P

Whether he would've found Shakespeare interesting is up for debate, but Puritan cultural ideals detested Shakespeare and theater in general for being, like, hedonistic or indulgent or whatever lol!

Anyways, back to the stuff he would've read and how he might be using it-- those old Latin texts are where he would've gotten the name Belos from! So, more than likely, he based his made-up witch religeon on his conception of heathen religeon, based on his mandatory study of Classical Philosophy. That's not to say he didn't include anything from what would've been his experience living as a Protestant Christian in New England, but... I get the impression that most of the inspiration he did take from his actual religeous upbringing was more like "well, they told us that evil people, such as witches, were like [x], so I bet these wretched heathens would love it if I acted like [x]." Queue Belos building an enormous, opulent castle that ought to make any pious, God-fearing Puritan sick.

This concept interests me, because it goes along with Belos' general theme of playing a part so constantly for so long that he surely can't fully separate himself from it anymore. Would he really be happy returning to normal Protestant life after living as a Heathen Witch King for so long? Did he feel guilty for doing so, or try to take measures to live "humbly" in spite of appearences otherwise? It all fits just perfectly into the clear trajectory we can see of his constantly escalating self-justifications and excuses leading him to become the very thing he detests so much. You just love to see it.

#toh discussion #toh

[thegettingbyp2]

ReaderxSteve Harrington where the reader is know for their sexploits and hits on Steve while he’s at work. Smut is welcome (I really just love seeing fumbling Steve out of his King Steve element)

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‘Ahoy Ladies are you ready to set sail on this adventure of flavour with me, I’ll be your captain. I’m Steve Harrington,’ Steve said before turning around and stopping in his tracks when he saw you and a couple of your friends standing in front of him.

‘I’ll go on an adventure with you any day, Harrington,’ you said, smirking as you watched him in his attempt to keep his cool at your words. You knew that Steve had pretty much been stripped of his King Steve persona when Nancy had broken up with him but you still thought he was hot. You carried on flirting with him because you loved how flustered he would get, knowing that he had always carried a bit of a torch for you.

‘Oh yeah? What kind of adventure are you looking for, (Y/L/N)?’ he asked, knowing now that you loved to push his buttons which made it easier for him to play along.

‘I don’t know, I’ve never been fucked behind the scenes of an ice cream parlour,’ you said bluntly, leaning over the counter, giving Steve the perfect view of your cleavage. Your friends had long gone to find a seat, knowing that you were going to take your time teasing the former King of Hawkins.

‘Shocking,’ Steve replied, leaning on the counter as well so your lips were inches apart, ‘someone with your reputation, I would have thought that you’d have fucked everywhere.’ It was no secret that you had a reputation around Hawkins for the amount of sexual partners you’d had and Steve couldn’t help but want to be able to add his own name to your list.

‘I could say the same about you.’ You and Steve had had this kind of back and forth for the last couple of times you’d tried to hit on him with the sole intention of ruffling his feathers but it had gotten to a stage where you couldn’t help but look forward to these interactions now. ‘But then, you hung up your crown before you could have any real fun.’

Steve stood back up, clearing his throat slightly as he remembered that he was actually at work where he could be fired if his boss caught him flirting with you without realising the size of the queue that had formed behind you. ‘So are you going to order anything or are you just going to hold up the queue for the rest of the day?’ he asked, trying his best to sound as normal as he could.

You stood up yourself, feeling Steve’s gaze on you for the whole time. ‘Not like you to give up so easily,’ you said as you pushed your hair behind your shoulder and made your order.

‘I don’t have time at the moment, I’ve gotta work,’ Steve replied as he put your order through on the till, ‘that’ll be three dollars,’ he said, staring straight into your eyes. You dug through your bag until you found your purse and pulled three dollar bills, handing them over. As Steve reached out to take the money from you, his hand closed around yours and he pulled you closer to him from across the counter. ‘Plus I never said I was giving up. I have a break in an hour, meet me back here and we can tick ice cream parlour off of your list of places to fuck.’

As soon as he spoke, you felt a warmth between your legs and it took all of your concentration to keep a straight face and not melt into a puddle then and there. You nodded as you took your ice cream from him and turned around to make your way over to the table your friends had picked. Steve watched you the whole time, knowing that two could play at your little game.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #stranger things

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Two Seater (I)

Summary: Kimi takes a few laps around Monza in a two seater

Word Count: 1k

A/N: And as a treat, we get a bit of the kimi fic! The first bit in a three part series. Fluff, Mid, Smut. Find the next one here. The rest of my stuff here.

In press meetings it had seemed like the idea of the century. And it was, in a way, two world champions taking legendary cars around a track for an interview. A change of pace, a brilliant way to put them where they’d be most comfortable for something that made them feel so distinctly uncomfortable. Yet, standing trackside, holding her queue cards, Laura thought she might vomit. 

“Laura, you look sick.” 

“I might be.” 

Her friend laughed, a delicate hand on her stomach as she tried to hold it in. “It was your idea!” 

“And I deeply regret that!” Laura held her voice at a whisper, a frown threatening to become permanent on her features. 

“Well, good news—” Greta froze for a moment, looking over Laura’s shoulder.

“Ready?” Timing miserable as ever, Kimi appeared behind her, sun shining off his bright red racing suit. For a brief moment, Laura wondered if the helmet in his hands might catch her puke. She shook her head as the thought sent a chill down her spine. 

“—You get to go first.” 

“Oh.” She narrowed her eyes at her friend before turning to look at Kimi. Blissfully unaware of her nerves, he held out a second helmet. It was all she could do to not snatch it out of his hands and throw it onto the track. With shaking hands she lifted it to her head and took a breath. 

“It might be fun.” Greta looked less like a friend and more like an enemy suddenly, shifting idly from foot to foot as she watched Laura take the helmet and begin the struggle of putting it on. 

Wanting to argue, but unable, Laura let out a series of tired sounds, each more muffled than the last as padding filled in the space in front of her mouth. Before she could fight any longer, a pair of hands appeared in front of the open visor and then without warning they disappeared. Seconds later, the padding was shoved down her cheeks so it rested properly on her head. She grumbled again. “Thanks.” 

Standing in front of her, and graciously blocking the view of a grinning Greta, Kimi offered a smirk. 

“Feel good?” She shook her head at him, shocked by the weight. His smirk deepened. 

Tucking a finger under her chin, he pulled at the front of the helmet, checking for a good fit. Satisfactory. He released the front of her head, working around the back to check where it sat on her neck. Still good. 

“It’s sort of heavy.” 

“Yeah.” Kimi let out a raspy laugh, touching her gently on the shoulder as he opened the door to the coupe. Even stationary the car seemed threatening. Laura stood firmly against his hand, eyes wide. 

“You trust me, Kultsi?” Yes. 

.

“How many—fuck!” Laura’s head hit the back of her seat before turn one even came into view. Kimi, having promised to start slowly, let out a laugh. 

“What’s the question?” He croaked out the words, laughing still as she gripped the seat beneath her, knuckles white as she dug her fingers into the leather. 

The queue cards were in her hand—the one currently pinned down at her side—but she needed that hand to stay exactly where it was, lest she let go and end up flying through the windshield. How many, how many races? How many what? She’d have to make something up. 

“How many constructors championships do Ferrari have?” Something prickled in the back of her throat. 

“I don’t know.” He looked sideways at her, shrugging his shoulders lightly—as if he weren’t hurling them through turn one at lightning speed. Laura felt her throat seize. “The most, yes? Fifteen, sixteen?” 

“Sixthmmph.” Eyes wide, she swallowed. “Sixteen.” 

“One right. Are you counting?” Laura let out an unladylike grunt. 

“What’s your favorite Ferrari that you’ve driven?”

“F2007.” Easy answer. 

“Why is that?” Bracing as turn two came up on the horizon, she pressed him further. 

“I won the championship in it.” He looked at her. “Had good aero. It was a good year.” 

They filed through several more with relative ease as he found a steady pace—and she found a nice place to brace her feet on to allow even more tension to wind through her body. 

“That's five. If you’re still counting.” Kimi turned slightly, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he smiled brightly at her, pleased with himself. “There's a straight now.” 

She couldn’t see it, but she felt absolutely certain his smile turned into a smirk. 

With his foot heavy on the accelerator, they rounded turn seven. Laura looked once at him, and then at the trees—or rather the green blur—outside her window and promptly went slack in her seat at the sight. Hands loose, the cards fell to the floor splaying out by her feet. 

Vision fuzzy, she missed it when his left hand left the steering wheel and crept across the center of the cockpit. Unmissable though was the sensation of his skin meeting hers when he let it rest on her bare thigh. Skimming the hem of her skirt, his fingers stretched in search of her own to hold. 

“You trust me, Laura?” He’d asked earlier, in a quiet voice he’d meant just for her. He spoke clearly now, his tone confident and sure. 

“Yes.” She answered him fearlessly. Taking his hand in her own, she shifted in her seat, letting the anxiety wash away in his hand. 

“Hyva tytto. Ask another.” The car picked up, the forest outside it fading into nothingness as he took them down the straight. 

#listen #ill keep posting parts of the kimi fic till i die #but yall aint never gonna get the whole thing from me at once #NEVER #chattahoochiecoochie writes #kimi raikkonen #f1 fic

[cherrykitkat]

5am time to think abt stealth at thorbe parg

n my relationship wit rollercoasters

gonna be going on the 26th & like. so at thorpe i now only have 2 rides left til I've done em all(stealth n colossus)

i think my last visit to towers which was. 3 days straight got me a bit more okay with lift hills(hate the anticipation, family had to peer pressure me onto oblivion...but i did smiler abt 3 times that weekend? that one especially helped get me used to vertical lifts, i remember my first time riding saw i absolutely HATED the lift)

and once again a thanks to towers for getting me more alright with launches. dug into the depths of my memory to realise my first ever coaster was xpress at walibi holland(a launch), but back then i. absolutely hated it. eyes closed actually crying the whole time(tho i did get a taste of adrenaline...the little junkie in me had not yet hatched however) but yeah rita was my most recent memory with a launch and i gotta say. i like it

with exodus happening i want to use this yr to get myself a lot more comfortable with heights, which leads me to my next obstacle. we all (don't) know my long, long, years long feud with nemesis inferno...

I used to be utterly terrified of rollercoasters, if this post wasn't clear evidence enough. slow lift hills, heights, the speed, the unknown...they were an utterly horrendous idea to me - I'll happily stay secure on the floor thanks, catch me on flying fish at most. But I really wanted to change that due to my love of the theming & just. how fun they looked from pov videos.

so my first proper time at thorpe, i almost went on nemesis inferno. accompanied a friend who had RAP, got to the station and chickened out.

second time i think i would've done it, but one of my friends chickened and i joined him

subsequent trips i remember happily wandering the park and chilling with flying fish. i was just happy with the atmosphere

nemesis inferno didn't cross my mind again for a while, i was getting more into parks but just didn't think to tackle it. met Spirit in person, rode SAW and Swarm for the first time, unfortunately Trailers and BML put me off of Stealth though.

Last year, went with Spirit yet again. Had to get there by train(alone for the first time) & then met up wit spirit & we had to get rail replacement for the remainder of the journey. It was understandably stressful, and for our first ride i believe we did Rush

the acrophobia kicked in, paired with the stress of the journey there...i couldn't bring myself to do much more. i don't know if i was overwhelmed or just..not feeling great in general, but alas. Spirit of course still did SAW, i wasn't gonna get in the way of her having a good day, but we spent most of that day doing TWD(solid ride, but spirit has a nasty habit of responding to the preshow and. it was adorable but i also just got a bit sick of doing the same ride all day + it closed half way through anyway. fright night things) & rumba.

Don't remember if it was before or after we did Survival Games(best maze of the 3 I've done btw. absolutely fucking brilliant), but eventually i said fuck it. I don't wanna leave this park having not done at least ONE big ride

Our eyes locked on nemesis inferno. my arch nemesis for the past couple years. i had sat in its seat before, but never left that station.

and we did it! i screamed so much spirit thought i wasn't enjoying myself but i was having the time of my life!

(it absolutely helped that she had RAP, absolutely wonderful system & i made sure to secure a pass for myself,, so many rides I've ridden that i wouldn't've before just due to the queues giving me far too long to overthink,,)

but alas, I've won that fight but not quite the war. I've done nemferno, saw, swarm, the entire big 7...but I've yet to conquer stealth or colossus

colossus? I'm sure it'll be a (potentially headachey) breeze. lift hills are down, and once we're done with it it's swirly sailing from there

stealth? has no lift hill. you're in the station. you sit, get safe and secure. focused entirely on not inhaling at the launch because oh you will regret the chest pain(i learned that with rita...).

soon you'll be hurtling towards the sky before you can say "oh god what the fuck did i do that set me on this path?? which deity did i anger?"

i would be a straight up liar to say I'm not scared. I used to hate lift hills, but I've come to appreciate the gentle enough ease into the drop. The time to chillax before the thrill.

But i know the hardest part will be getting me in that seat, and once I'm past the point of no return, all i can do is enjoy it, comforted by the fact that This Ride is Perfectly Safe(wrong ride hold on-)

Stealth is Spirit's favourite ride at Thorpe. Fun fact.

it's one of the only ones i haven't ridden

but by fuck, i WILL ride the last two on my list and i WILL conquer my acrophobia by the time exodus opens. even if we don't win the ballot, we'll still want to ride it and i will not wuss out again

late new year's resolution? sure

long ass post to kill time and stave off some of the off-season blues. i just have a lot on my mind rn n wanted to share my fun little relationship with. rollercoasters & anxiety =]

feel free to like. send me asks n stuff abt the topic btw!! i wanna interact with the funny little guys i see in my tumblr notifs hehehe

#thorpe park #nemesis inferno #stealth #kitspeak #rollercoaster #long post #rambling

[ectonurites]

Apparently I missed a thing or two by skipping RHATO because

Willis is alive???

DSFGHGJFDFHSDG YEAH....

The abridged version of what happened (specifically going over stuff from Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #23-36 if anyone wants to read it themselves for the full version) is:

When Willis had been in jail, he'd sent letters to Jason that were never given to him because Faye Gunn (also known as Ma Gunn) withheld them when Jason was living at her school.

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #23)

One of these letters (the last one) mentioned that he was going to allow himself to undergo experimentation in order to reduce his sentence.

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #23)

After finally reading these letters now all these years later, Jason went to Willis' grave and dug it up and found that it was empty. Queue many complicated feelings for Jason.

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #23)

This whole ordeal is why Jason shot Penguin and then got kicked out of Gotham by Bruce in RHATO #25, because it was established it'd been Penguin's fault Willis was arrested in the first place

Also in RHATO #25, two more related things are told to us:

This dude with multiple faces who's been showing up sporadically for the last several issues is apparently Willis after he'd undergone the experimentation

That Faye Gunn is Willis' mother and Jason's grandmother

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #25)

Fast forward a little bit and Jason's off on his own following a drug-related lead that he and Roy had started investigating during RHATO Annual #2 (just before Roy died during Heroes in Crisis) and he ends up following a trail all the way to the same prison that Willis had been experimented on in! And there he meets this new Wingman, and also brings up his own connection to the identity:

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #30)

While at the prison, he finds Bunker from the Teen Titans who's been imprisoned there, and also comes face to face with the multiple face guy, known as 'Solitary' and he is right off the bat trying to tell Jason that he is his dad.

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #31)

We get a bit more of Solitary's story told to Jason via Solitary's powers- how he'd been merged with other inmates during the experimentation- but Jason is not sold on the whole 'I am your father' thing, and proves that this guy isn't by the lack of bat-shaped brand mark on his arm, something he knew his father had.

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #31)

So this dude? Not actually Willis!

Jason then beats this guy and when he leaves to head back to Gotham, both Miguel and Wingman decide to go with him. We then enter the whole Iceberg Lounge era- Jason takes over Penguin's club and runs it for a hot sec- and now Miguel and Wingman are actually working for him there. But there's still clearly mystery around who Wingman actually is.

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #32)

More stuff happens that's unrelated to this particular plot thread so I'm not gonna go into it here, but basically all sorts of crap happens with the Iceberg Lounge and Jason decides to pass it off to someone else (Suzie Su) and go on his own way. Wingman and Jason have one last little chat on a boat about Gotham before Jason just uh. Jumps off the boat. And as he swims away, We get the big reveal:

(Red Hood and the Outlaws Vol. 2 #36)

Do we get any further elaboration on him? No. No, we do not. This had been the last time he'd shown up until now suddenly being a part of Batman Inc during Shadow War. So again, at this moment I'm unsure if the Wingman in Shadow War is even supposed to be Willis or if they're just using the alias with the intent of someone else under the mask, who knows. But he is seemingly alive.

#sam explains

[childeaether]

mary jane.

cw: 18+ only, childe/f!reader, drug use, praise, modern au(?), overall just soft

wc: 1.3k

you rested your head on childe’s shoulder as he finished off the joint the two of you were sharing. it had been rolled in decorative heart papers, just for valentine’s day. while childe took the last few hits, you turned on your tv, opening up spotify and queueing up some slow remixes of popular songs. you raised your head to kiss him on the jaw.

“stay put, i have a surprise for you,” you whispered. his face lit up, lips curling into a smile around the joint still hanging from the side of his mouth. with that, you left him in the living room and excitedly running to your shared bedroom. you stumbled just a little bit, giggling as you realized the pot was kicking in.

waiting for you on the bed was a light pink lingerie set you’d ordered the week before. it came with a gorgeous, lacy bra, matching panties, and a garter belt with hearts in place of buckles. as you changed, you couldn’t help but admire yourself in the mirror. this happened every time you smoked. it unlocked some kind of fascination in you, made you feel prettier than you ever had.

you couldn’t wait for childe to see.

“you okay, babe?” he called from the living room. shit, you’d probably been taking a while. 

“coming!” you shouted back. you gave yourself one last look in the mirror. yeah, he was gonna like this. you practically skipped back into the living room.

when he saw you, something in his face changed. before, his gaze had been soft, eyes glazed over as he turned to look at you. but now, there was a whole new kind of hunger to it. for a brief second, you felt like prey. it made you shiver.

“jesus christ, baby,” he whispered as you came to sit with him on the couch, swinging your legs around him to straddle his hips. “you look beautiful.” you felt a familiar burst of warmth in your chest and couldn’t stop yourself from grinning.

“damn right,” you giggled, and kissed his nose. although it was a soft gesture, it seemed to inspire childe to get to business. he brought a hand to your cheek and kissed you gently, but still passionate. kissing childe period was one of the best feelings in the world, but kissing childe while you were stoned? it was like landing on the moon.

“love you,” you whispered when he broke the kiss to trail more down your neck. he dug his teeth into your shoulder, and you felt him smile against the mark at the noise that escaped you. 

“i love you,” he murmured back. “can i eat you out?”

was that even a question?

“fuck yes,” you replied, changing your position to lie on your back. he was quick to hover over you, going straight back to your neck. he continued kissing lower and lower until he was at your chest. wordlessly, he undid the clasp of your bra. 

“hate to take it off, honestly,” he said, “you look so beautiful in it.”

your cheeks felt like they were on fire. maybe it was the drugs talking, but you loved, loved, loved him. you wanted to kiss him again.

you didn’t even have to ask- his lips were back on yours as soon as the thought crossed your mind. “i wanna kiss you everywhere,” he said against your lips. you hummed happily.

“well, get to it, then.”

he returned to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth as he thumbed the other one. you whimpered at the new sensation, hands coming up to rest in his soft, pretty hair.

he didn’t stay at your chest for long, though. his lips continued their descent downward until they reached your stomach. he planted light kisses around your belly button, and then on your hips, and then-

“take them off,” you practically whined. he laughed softly, nipping at your hip. 

“whatever you want, princess.”

your heart fluttered almost violently at the pet name and he finally pulled your panties down. with his teeth.

“jesus,” you said, not even realizing you’d vocalized that thought. he started by mouthing at your thighs, biting and sucking and driving you fucking crazy.

“childe,” you whined, “stop teasing me.”

“sorry, sorry. got distracted. i fucking love these.” he grabbed a fistful of your thigh and you groaned at the feeling. they were wrong about marijuana. it was a gift from the fucking gods.

“less talking.” with that, you gently used the hand still tangled in his hair to push him closer to where you really wanted his lips. childe, being the smart man that he was, obliged.

the feeling of his tongue against your cunt was incredible. somehow, you felt things... slower, almost. it was like you were feeling every millisecond he spent licking up and down your folds, sucking on your clit. you were already bucking your hips up, shoving yourself closer to his face, and he’d just started.

“ah, stay down,” he whispered. you whined, but obeyed, trying to plant your hips onto the couch. he returned his attention to your clit, bringing it between his lips and sucking on it the way he knew you liked. you could barely put a thought together, instead pulling on his hair to ground yourself. he groaned at the feeling and went harder.

then, he started tongue-fucking you.

“oh my god,” you cried out, now desperately gripping his hair at the roots. keeping your hips down was impossible now, and he must have known that, because he brought his hands to them, firmly pressing them down into the soft couch cushions. 

“so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, pausing to once again press a kiss to your clit. “you’re so sexy, baby.”

“more,” you whimpered. he cocked an eyebrow.

“ask nicely.”

“please, childe,” you begged, “i want it.”

a surprisingly soft, affection grin graced his features. “such a good girl,” he said, and immediately went back to eating your pussy. you cried out, still trying to buck your hips despite his strong hands keeping you down.

he licked fat stripes up and down your cunt, pausing to thrust almost lazily in and out of you. it was slow but it felt so, so fucking good. still, he was teasing. he knew where you wanted it. 

“please, childe, i’m so close,” you groaned, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “please let me cum, i want it so bad-”

“it’s okay,” he said, moving one of his hands to lace your fingers together. “i’ve got you. you can cum, baby.”

it didn’t take long for him to bring you right back to the edge. after a few more thrusts of his tongue, he finally brought his lips back to your clit. he gave it another quick kiss before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it like his fucking life depended on it. 

“oh, god, yes, yes, yes!” you cried, your hips freely bucking into his face as you rode out your orgasm. his grip on your hand tightened as he rubbed slow, soothing circles between your thumb and index finger.

the best part about fucking while high was the long, beautiful orgasms. realistically, you knew you’d probably only cum for less than a minute, but it felt like an hour. a glorious, wonderful hour.

as you came down, you pulled him by his hair to kiss him on the lips. he leaned into the kiss, smiling. when he pulled back to catch his breath, you kissed all over his face- relishing in his giggles as you smooched his cheeks, his nose, his forehead.

“thank you,” you whispered, resting your forehead on his. 

“happy valentine’s day,” he said. 

you grinned and pressed another kiss to his forehead before pushing his shoulders down until you were straddling his hips again. “it’s not over yet,” you said, scooting down to align yourself with his crotch. “i’m gonna suck the life out of you.” 

he laughed. a beautiful, bright sound.

#i am high writing this so i hope it's not shit #happy vday<3! #childe #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #smut #childe x female reader

[too-lit-for-fanfic]

A Traitor In Our Midst

PART III OF III

PART I

PART II

PART III

And it’s done! What a wait! And for that we are very sorry. For a long time we just couldn’t finish this closing chapter in a way that felt right or akin to the characters and their little story so it has undergone several re-writes. This final part isn’t as long as those previous, or as technical, but we hope you enjoy! There’s fluff, so hopefully that makes up for it! Thank you everyone who has supported this little series! As always, constructive criticism is appreciated!

Summary: Cal Kestis x ex-Galactic Empire!OC, but can be treated like an x reader, ugly secrets from her past are resurfaced. In light of the truth Cal and crew no longer feel as if they can trust the newest member to the trio. Tempers flare, sacrifices are made, and the truth finally comes out.

Warnings: Torture is featured/referenced in this chapter so be warned. Angst, Blood, Violence, Swearing, Torture, Interrogation tactics, Emotional Manipulation, PTSD, Trauma

“...just to protect those who would never do the same for you?”

It had been two weeks since Aylin and BD had been trapped on the Star Destroyer, Cal and crew in the middle of negotiating with Saw Gerrera to organise a rescue mission, the stubborn man finally agreeing once it had been revealed BD had failed to return, the ship the duo had commandeered having been seized by the Empire. Cal, Cere and Greez huddled around the small monitor in the centre of the hull, deathly quiet as they listened to the conversation taking place between Second Sister and their former crewmate. On their rounds of the ship, BD had managed to return just in time to spot Trilla entering the prison cell, and now they waited anxiously, hidden under a series of shelves in the outward corridor. All three members of the crew looked positively sick, Cal in particular turning a ghastly pale as he held his breath, dreading the events to unfold.

“Oh isn't that just sweet.” Trilla’s shrill voice mocked lowly, eerily echoing down the corridor. “You really did care about them didn't you? Isn’t it a pity how they’ve left you here to die?”

“Fuck you.” Cal had to strain to hear Aylin’s response. She sounded weak, worryingly so, the venom in her words sounding as if it pained her to push it past her lips.

“You’re not denying it.” 

The silence that followed was deafening.

“That pretty red-head might have come to save you once, even I can tell you were very important to him-”

Cal involuntarily lurched at his mention, his muscles twitching so as to distance himself from the screen, an icy grip encasing his heart.

“Not anymore.” 

Cal physically felt his heart whither in his chest, his knuckles turning white.

“Not anymore.” The sick woman almost sounded joyful. “All because you were born on the wrong side of the war. How ironic, an unforgiving Jedi.”

‘oh force...’ Cal withdrew, his heart plummeting to his stomach as the words echoed around his skull. Greez’s clawed hand landed on his elbow in comfort but the redhead payed him no mind. ‘please say something’ he silently begged, desperate to know that Aylin didn’t really think the same of him.

She never responded.

“I can’t watch this.” The red-head made an effort to move away from the screen, fully intent on hiding in the shadows of the cockpit. The entire conversation felt like a knife to his heart, and it only became worse when he realised anything could have been happening behind those closed doors, and he was powerless.

“And Cere, she wouldn’t even come to save me.” - A muffled ugly gasp - “Why are you protecting those who would sell you to the order for far less?”

Silence followed, and the trio held their breaths. A strangled cry abruptly cut-off, Cal very nearly almost throwing up as a strangled chocking gasp broke the silence, the sounds of boots scraping and struggling against a metallic surface drowning out the conversation.

A sickening thud.

Murmurs.

Screams.

Another bang.

“No- PLEASE!” Shrill blood-curdling screams assaulted their senses, Cal flinching away from the screen. The trio waited a moment, Cal’s hands covering his mouth, agape with horror - the begging screams didn’t stop.

“We have to do something!” Cal burst, a red hue overtaking his sickly complexion, flinching again at a particularly desperate yell.

“What do you suppose?” Cere bit back harshly, the stress and helplessness of the situation fraying all of their nerves.

“Something! - Anything!” Cal racked his brain for a solution, the echoing screams resonating from the monitor throwing his thoughts into a frenzy. “We need to get Trilla out of the room. We need to get her away from her!”

“And how are we-”

“BD!” Cal lurches towards the screen, shaking hands frantically typing a message to the small BD-unit. “If we can just get her into the main hull of the ship, it would be perfectly reasonable for the trooper who requested her presence to have moved to a different location in the ship.”

“Cal, think about this-”

His hand hovers over the ‘enter’ button on the holopad. His wide bloodshot eyes searing a hole directly into Cere’s skull.

“What is there to think about?” As if on queue, another scream wafted through the monitor. That solidified his resolve, hitting the key before Cere or Greez could even blink, BD immediately setting into motion. 

The cell doors opened with a resounding hiss as BD finished inputting the code, the little droid rolling to the side to enter the cell. The sight that greeted the crew was worse than they could have possibly imagined. The young woman strapped to the table in the centre of the room resembled a corpse more so than the confident and head-strong blonde that had departed from their ship only two weeks prior. Her imperial jacket barely hung to her beaten and bloodied frame, the torn and tattered fabric had been roughly tugged from her torso, wound into a crumpled heap around her waist and elbows, bony shoulders jutting up through the ruins of a once white tank top, now stained crimson. With every breath her ribcage shuddered, ribs pressing against her beaten and sullied skin, protruding almost painfully with every twist and struggle, skin taught. Any part of her not covered in crimson was mottled in varying shades of black and purple, the angry discolouration winding around her ribs and disappearing behind the remnants of her undershirt.

Cal felt positively sick. Anger bloomed in his chest as despair gnawed at his stomach, bloodshot eyes transfixed on the image before him, the sound of blood rushing through his ears, and Aylin’s screams echoing through his mind drowning out the conversation taking place. A muscle in his jaw twitched and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the table ledge with all the might his exhausted muscles would allow, his breath clogging his throat and chest as he forgets himself, his one and only concern the one person in the entire galaxy who he couldn't reach.

Trilla hovers over her diminished frame, elbow harshly dug into the blonde’s exposed ribs, gloved hand wrapped languidly around a blade buried to its hilt, fresh crimson pooling along Aylin’s collarbone, spilling onto the table and then onto the cement floor, glistening sickeningly in the overhead lighting. Noteful of BD’s presence, his frantic panicked beeps finally reaching her ears amongst the screams, Trilla leans back, still leant heavily on Aylin as her cold amber gaze lands on the small BB unit, anger and frustration etched across her face. A sickening thud echoes around the metallic room as the blonde’s head falls back pathetically, unaware of the cause of the interruption. She looked barely conscious, beginning to dance across the line of life to death, who’s arms were already open and willing to hold her in their cold embrace.

With all the languidity of a senator, Trilla leisurely pulls the blade from Aylin’s exposed shoulder, leisurely wiping the blood covered blade on her tattered jacket, a cruel smile adorning her features all the while. Aylin barely moves, eyes half lidded and body slack, the only indication of life the erratic yet shallow rise and fall of her chest.

Her head tilts to expose more of her hollowed features, Cal’s horrified gaze locking onto her own, the breath he had been holding escaping his lungs and his shoulders falling with the guilt that clawed its way up from his stomach, a tangible trepidation reverberating throughout the force. What little fat she had possessed had surely withered away, her cheekbones appearing almost sharp underneath her taught and sunken complexion, ivory skin now pale and shining a ghastly yellow under the blaring overhead lights, a stark contrast to the maroon-dried blood coating her temple and jaw. Her bloodshot and sunken eyes blearily gaze towards the ceiling, no sign of the life that had once illuminated their honeyed depths, the life that had spilled from her being in abundance no longer to be found.

Cal’s focus finally turns back to the conversation at hand, breaths shallow, BD beckoned from the room with an indignant “Droid.”, the tall figure of the second sister glowering at them from the entrance of the cell, evidently annoyed at the intrusion. With one final glance BD reluctantly turns to leave the room, following the second sister dutifully in their search for the non-existent trooper in the main hanger.

Cal collapses onto a sofa across the room from the monitor, the horrific image of Aylin strapped to a metal table, looking closer to death than life, and drenched in her own blood, permanently burnt into his retinas. A sight to haunt him for a lifetime.

“Fuck Saw, we’re getting them both, tomorrow.”

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With little convincing Greez had quickly succumbed to Cal’s persuasion, the two men - after much deliberation and heated debate - had also successfully convinced Cere of their plan. Truthfully, Cal had been conjuring ways to coordination a rescue ever since Aylin and BD had been captured on the Star Dreadnaught, and as he prepared for the events of the day, no doubt entered his mind that their two companions would be with the crew by the end of the day. Companion - Cal almost scoffed to himself - the two were far more than that: BD, in many ways, had become a best friend to Cal in the past few years, the companionable little droid with a taste for adventure never failing to offer a sense of comfort and joy, even in some of Cal’s darkest times, in many ways resembling a younger sibling Cal had never before had the pleasure of having. Aylin, on the other hand, in the time the pair had known one another, had somehow wormed her way into the isolated Jedi’s heart, always offering her support in his times of need, encouraging him with his training through her self-proclaimed ‘tough-love’, becoming a source of confident resolve and rationality - a sense of stability in the ever changing galaxy. 

Cal remembered their many nights spent on some unknown planet, the pair sat beneath the many stars and moons of the galaxy, sharing tales long into the night. Cal had never had a relationship with anyone like the relationship he had formed with the stubborn blonde: heatedly sparring before patching one another’s wounds from the scuffle; longing glances spared with every tranquil moment, hidden behind excuses of exhaustion or a poorly constructed insult; grins and soft smiles shared over meal time or upon their own hidden adventures exploring new planets; a hand reaching out for the others in a busied market or times of comfort; an eye searching for the other in a crowded room; simply basking in one another's presence in the quiet hours of the morning, relishing every moment where they could just be. Cal knew he was a fool, a disgrace to the Jedi code he had spent his entire youth obeying like a holy script, he knew he was a fool the first time the enigmatic blonde had saved his life in her third month of joining the crew, standing over his tired and weary frame with a cocky smirk and a calloused hand outstretched, making some smart-arsed comment as she hauled him to his feet.

Attachments were forbidden, Jedi were trained from birth to let go of everything they were afraid to lose. And Cal? He was terrified to lose her - he had already broken his sacred vows, he had become attached, and he would be damned before he sacrificed one of the only things he was afraid to lose. He would never be a Jedi, yet perhaps that was okay, perhaps there was something more to this world that he had only realised upon stumbling across the Mantis and her crew. 

He had never been that dutiful of a Padawan anyway. 

The point seemed ever more poignant as his cerulean eyes stared conflictingly at the reflection in his mirror. No longer did he adorn the trusty combat trousers, baggy shirt, chest brace, not even his trusting poncho that seemed to make up his daily attire. Instead, a version of himself he had spent endless nights battling against stared back at him, the ironed and pressed midnight coloured uniform clinging to his lean frame. After a pit stop or two he had successfully acquired a knock-off Imperial General’s uniform, a notable fake with the lack of an aura emitting from the otherwise haunting apparel. Tugging harshly at the collar that bit into the skin of his neck, a habit he had seen Aylin recount numerous times in her preparation for the mission, his tired eyes trail over his figure, hoping to all of the stars and force wielders in the galaxy that his Master couldn’t see him now. 

He clears his throat to relieve some of the tightness that had gathered in his chest before he leaves his sleeping quarters, rolling his stiff shoulders as he makes his way into the main hull, lightsaber already hidden beneath his newly acquired jacket.

“So,” The red-head steps before Greez and Cere - already equipped in her own better-fitting storm trooper armour - who had been typing away to BD on the small holopad in the main hull. “How do I look?”

The pair glance up at the young man, Greez’s beady little eyes widening considerably, a good natured grin enveloping his face. 

“Kid-” Humour laced his tone, his dark eyes taking in the sight before him. “Let’s just hope you won’t be on that ship for too long.” In comparison to how Aylin’s uniform had fit her frame, Cal’s uniform may have well as swamped him, the thick fabric creasing at his waist, his belt fastened at the smallest capacity and yet somehow still too big, sitting notably lower on his waist than it should have, polished and barely scuffed boots a size too large, the one thing that actually fit being the pair of leather gloves over his shaking hands.

Everything just seemed slightly wrong, just a little bit askew, just a little bit... fake.

By all respects, Cal had certainly gone to the effort of impersonating an Imperial soldier, skin scrubbed clean of the dirt and grime of the galaxy, hair slicked back under a hat slightly too large for his head, he had even cracked into Aylin’s limited makeup supply and attempted to conceal the many scars he had gained through his years, as well as the stress-induced darkening bags under his eyes. The Empire wasn't him, and it was painfully obvious to all who spared him a second glance. 

“Say all you want, old man.” Cal jibes light heatedly, beginning to head towards the cockpit. “Have you forgotten your own disguise?” The redhead sends a pointed look in the direction of the shell of a modified astromech droid, the humour in Greez’s eyes quickly dying as his gaze lands on his ingenious costume.

“If I have to come and rescue you all in that thing.” Greez stares uneasily at his heavy, small costume. “You owe me a spa day.”

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After commandeering a small transport shuttle from a neighbouring planet with a rather small Imperial presence, Cal and Cere bid farewell to Greez, who was to remain with the Mantis and communicate with them through BD and the data pad.

“Be careful.” Cere warns, arms wrapped around herself as she watches Greez fiddle with some mechanisms on the inside of the ship with dull eyes. “We won’t be able to come and rescue you if you get caught.”

He waves her concern off with dismissal.

Cal appears next to her, materialising from the bowls of the Mantis, smoothing his jacket out once again. The older woman turns to the young man, barely out of adolescence, and feels the corners of her mouth tug down. This could go wrong, this could go horribly, horrendously, atrociously wrong, and with Cal’s loosening grip on his emotions, his anxiety rolling from him in waves through the force, chances of failure were ever high. Cal was only young, having grown up during some of the darkest known times of the galaxy, his future destroyed by a war begun before his birth, and now he was to be thrust into the heart of the conflict, into the home of those responsible for all of his suffering. Cal was a victim, just like all those who had lived during the raising of the Empire, his body and mind more marred and scarred than most, but he was a survivor, scorning and mocking the Empire with every day lived. Cere hoped he continued to be a survivor, one of the few specks of light in an ever darkening galaxy, yet this rescue mission threatened to snuff his light out for good.

Her mind wondered at the cause of the young man’s anxiety as she watched his hands tremble as he straightened his leather belt, surveying the pasty sheen of his skin and the poorly-concealed bags under his flitting eyes. As harsh as she had been on Aylin when her past had been revealed, it was undeniable that the two women had held a close bond, and secretly, even if she wouldn’t admit it to herself, Cere had missed the girl terribly, her own guilty conscious gnawing away at the edges of her conscious whenever she tried to rest. Last night had been particularly bad after the events that she had witnessed unfold on the small data pad yesterday afternoon, the image of her companion, beaten and bloody, a mere fragment of how she remembered the blonde girl on her departure. The image haunted her whenever her eyes had finally agreed to close - as obviously was the case with the redhead stood next to her, exhaustion palpable on his features underneath the mounting anxiety and adrenaline - the added guilt, knowing similar treatment would have faced Trilla due to her own selfishness, depriving her mind of rest, gnawing at her innards and haunting every fibre of her being. 

She hoped desperately for her crew to return, all of them safe, once again, in their home, the Mantis.

“Cal,” She turns to the tall red-head, hands gripping her arms more firmly, “I know what your goal is, I know how badly you want to bring her home.” The red-head watches her with steady eyes, shoulders raising in defence. “I want them home too, but- but please remember yourself. I can’t loose all of you.”

The sounds of the local wildlife and fauna fill the steady silence as Cal mulled over her words, hand running over the saber tucked into his side.

“Don’t worry Cere,” Cal begins heading down the ramp, taking long purposeful strides towards the Imperial ship, Cere’s more tentative steps following in his wake. “I’m going to make it back, and I’m bringing everyone with me.”

Cal didn’t know where the certainty had come from, his voice didn’t waver and his steps didn’t falter. He would do this. He would bring his two best friends back home, and one day he would make the Empire pay.

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“We’re here.” Cere slips out of the pilot seat, allowing for Cal to take her place, grasping her blaster in a vice-like grip as she sits stiffly towards the back of the shuttle. She watches as Cal heads to the front of the ship, manning the controls for their landing, frown deepening behind her helmet as the star destroyer encroaches, fear clawing at her throat with every memory resurfaced from the devastation following Order 66.

“We head out the Western exit of the docking bay when we land.” Cal rattles off, flipping some switches as their small vessel is pulled towards the star destroyer. “BD should meet us somewhere in one of the closest corridors and we follow them to the cell, remember to stay behind me, if you don’t they’ll know something’s wrong straight away.”

Cere watches as Cal’s grip tightens around the steering controls, leather gloves straining taught over his knuckles, a muscle in his jaw twitching as his eyes stare unblinking towards the star destroyer.

“Are you ready?” Her voice is stern -  shocking her with how it echoes back to her within the suffocating helmet - echoing around the small hull, yet Cal nearly doesn’t hear her, distracted with the storm brewing in his mind, consumed by a rising tidal wave of anxiety, determination and fear.

His eyes finally dart away from the destroyer, turning to glance at his companion over his shoulder, his blue irises red-rimmed and owlish in the overhead lights. The uncanny figure of a storm-trooper greats him, black visor reflecting his own distorted expression back to him from an impenetrable mask of white.

He nods lightly, determination sparking in his weary eyes, the collar of his jacket rubbing uncomfortably against his nape. There was no going back now, he couldn't go back.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

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Cal squints as he exist the transport shuttle, the overbearing overhead lights bearing down on his frigid frame, the jelled hair peaking form underneath his hat shining with every tilt of his head. The first foot fall on the metal floor seems to resonate throughout the entire hanger, vibrations wracking the bones in his leg, tremors coursing throughout his body and echoing in his ears as several troopers’ heads turn towards the new arrival. His breath catches in his throat and the courage in his stomach withers as he takes another feigned purposeful stride away from the comfort and security of the shuttle, and in towards those waging a war on the galaxy. With every feigned purposeful step shockwaves scatter throughout his tense body, the tension in the air threatening to suffocate him, his heart hammering restlessly against his ribcage and lungs struggling for breath as if he had just ran through the last twelve parsecs. His cerulean eyes lock on his exit from the hanger, offering him a brief solace from the white masks that consumed every corner of his vision, Cere’s steady footsteps behind him offering a further sense of comfort.

By the time the pair finally exit the hanger Cal can practically feel the sweat that had broken out across his body, swiping his forehead to rid of any precipitation that had gathered. His shoulders and spine ached with the effort he had put into maintaining his posture - much in the way he had watched Aylin enter the hanger only several weeks prior - and he couldn’t quite seem to catch his breath. Although on the outside he may have appeared like ay other Imperial General, cold, unpleasant, perhaps even bored or apathetic to all events that seemed to have been happening around him, inside he had never felt so rattled, his mind a muddled mess, his blood coursing with fear and anxiety which only seemed to mount with every passing second. The panic within thinly veiled with calculated disgust.

Almost as soon as Cal and Cere enter an adjacent corridor to the main hanger, BD comes scuttling around the corner, the pair not recognising the droid in its new round body - Cere’s gloved fingers wrapping dangerously around the hilt of her blaster - until its excited little beeps reach their ears.

“Buddy!” Cal’s facade cracks, grinning down at the little droid as he fights the urge to reach down and give them a hug, worried incase someone should see. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

The little droid, on the other hand, is positively ecstatic, practically vibrating on the spot in both glee at being rescued and frustration that they couldn’t jump straight into Cal’s arms. Truth be told BD had deeply missed their old body during their time stranded on the Dreadnaught. Not waisting any time the little droid rolls behind Cal’s trouser clad legs, ramming into his calves in an attempt to nudge him in the direction of Aylin’s cell and whirring heatedly.

“I know, I know.” Cal steps forward, resolute stature returning to his pale features as he prepares to round another corner. “We’re all going home.”

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Within minutes that felt like an eternity the three rebels found themselves amongst the holding cells, BD finally taking the lead to guide them to Aylin’s cell, his happy chirps long silenced as the three grew nearer, all three dreading the sight to await them. Much like when they first arrived, Cal felt suffocated by the pristine atmosphere that seemed to cling to his clothes and hair, dirtying his skin and clogging his throat. It felt fake... the whites and slanted greys, the cleanliness and order, the peace and harmony. The presented image of purity and order, worked into the very steel framework itself, felt so wrong and dirty with the suffering taking place throughout the galaxy at the hands of those that inhabited the ship. Cal could feel the misery and terror that emanated from the dreadnaught itself, seeping into him through the walls and floors, mixed into a terrible concoction with the pride and honour from the officials that walked those very corridors.

It was beloathed, and yet prideful.

Uncomfortably, it reminded him of Aylin.

The red-head tugged at the collar of his jacket as BD came to an abrupt halt at a large durasteel cell door, his mind thrust back to the present. His breath catches in his throat as BD scuttles forward to open the cell door, gloved hand wrapping around the hidden saber at his hip, listening for any approaching footsteps down the corridor. Truthfully, he felt a nervous wreck, the beads of sweat forming along his brow and his greying pallor more so linked to his worry for Aylin than anything else. He could fight if they were caught, and chances are, with both himself and Cere combined, they could easily commandeer an escape shuttle, but he wasn’t certain if he could recover Aylin from the state he had seen her in on the small holopad. At the very moment he couldn’t be sure, and a part of him, a cowardly disdainful part of his conscience, feared opening the cell door to confirm his worry, feared being faced with the broken shell of a woman he couldn’t save. Another person he had failed, a person who had saved him more times than he could count.

Perhaps it was love - his worry at knowing the truth, his fear of seeing the situation first-hand. Cal was ashamed to think such a way.

The cell door hisses open, cool air caressing his feverish skin as he steps through the threshold, the overpowering scent of antiseptic hitting him full force, yet the familiar metallic stench of blood followed. His breath remains in his chest as he takes in the sight before him. Bright eyes widening as they flit about the empty room, landing uneasily on Aylin’s still figure. Cal holds his breath, silently begging her to move, for her head to tilt in his direction, for her closed eyes to open, begging her to do anything at all.

“Aylin?” The word echoes around the room, Cal’s voice shaky and cracking around the word, his mouth parched like the deserts of Tatooine. Somehow his palms become even more clammy, and he tosses his gloves to the side without a second thought, small crescents visible in the palms of his hands from how he had clenched them on their short journey. He takes a small step closer.

She doesn’t move.

Cere watches him carefully from behind her helmet as he calls Aylin’s name again and steps further into the room, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. BD, clearly unsure of what to do, hovers around Cere’s ankles, little camera flickering between Cal and Aylin, a barely audible humming even sting from the little droid. She turns to the closed cell door, blaster gripped tightly to her chest, wary of an intrusion.

Things had barely changed from the last time Cal had seen the room through BD’s holopad projection and he was thankful to note that it didn’t look as if Aylin had sustained any more injuries from the day prior, however, that was hard to determine with the crimson that coated her body, undoubtedly hiding wounds from view. Cal stops next to the metal table, peering down at her sullen features, her sunken maroon-bagged eyes closed to the world, chapped lips barely parted. The holopad had failed to pick up many of the finer details, and Cal was horrified to see the blossoms of purple and magenta that littered her face and neck, a particularly worrisome lashing of purple winding around her throat - Cal noting with disgust it’s resemblance to a handprint. Her blonde hair appeared dull and lifeless, slicked back from her face and coated in sweat and blood, a small lesion at her temple and brow trickling into her hairline, pooling in the rivets of her angular features. Blood - darker, older - had been smeared across her cheeks and jaw, cracking along the lines of her face and flaking from her skin, leaving it stained red underneath.

“What did they do to you?” Cal questions softly, not expecting an answer. Gingerly he places his hand on her shoulder, careful to avoid any hidden wounds.

His heart almost lurches from his chest when she flinches from his touch.

“Aylin!” He almost cheers, glee coating his voice as he leans closer, a smile cracking his features. Slowly, weakly, her eyes flutter open, familiar hazel eyes squinting up at him through all the blood and gore. She looked exhausted, eyes red rimmed and bloodshot, her left eye only partially open. “Aylin, oh my force, it’s me. It’s Cal.” Lost in his own elation Cal fails to spot the weariness to her features, nor the way her gaze turns to the ceiling, vacant and unseeing. He reaches for the cuff around her wrist, but her hand jerks away from his touch. He pauses, forehead creasing. “Aylin, come on, its me, and Cere, we’re getting you home.”

Her eyes flicker to his for the briefest of moments, brightened under the harsh lighting. “Trilla,” Her voice is hoarse and weak, a husky whisper of what it once was, lined with guilt and exhaustion. She tilts her head away from the red-heads confused gaze, something awful gnawing at her stomach. “leave me alone.”

Silence consumes the room, Cal’s gaze landing on Cere who simply shrugs her shoulders in response. He reaches for her again, swiping a strand of hair from her face, hand retreating just as quickly when her eyes snap open in alarm.

“Aylin, its me, come on-”

“You’re not here.” She was trying to convince herself, not daring to allow her hopes to rise. She was in pain, she was beyond exhausted, and she was dangerously close to giving up, hoping for death as some sort of escape. “You’re not real.” She glances down to his hand that rests against her exposed forearm, mind barely registering the warm pads of his fingers pressing against her pulse. “Trilla, we’ve done this before. You’re a cruel woman.”

She glances away as pity overtakes his features, staring blankly at the ceiling, body slack against the tabletop. ‘We’ve done this before.’ Had Trilla done this before? How many times had versions of himself and the crew attempted to rescue her? How guarded had she had to be, not even trusting her own dreams for fear of revealing what she had tried to keep from those who sought to harm them. He was furious - the anger that had lapped up his throat all week rising like a tidal wave - and he would make them pay, but first he had to get everyone back.

“No, no, it’s us, it’s me. I promise it’s me.” He tries, attempting to scrub the makeup from his face, scars glossy under the harsh white light. He catches BD out of the corner of his eye. “Look!- We’ve got BD, we’re all going home.”

Finally she picks her head up, wincing at the effort. Her wide eyes land on the little droid across the room, mouth agape as the air leaves her lungs and her shoulder slump. Terror and disappointment gnaw away at her conscience, the familiar feeling of helplessness returning full force. “They found BD.” She mutters to herself, defeats palpable in her voice as she allows her head to fall back against the table, eyes glossy with unshed tears.

Cal, in a stressed panic, and unsure of what to do, reaches out through the force, attempting to project his memories, something no one else could possess. But, as he pressed forward a force stops him in his tracks, Aylin’s body tensing at a presence surrounding her mind. “I can show you, just let me- let me in.”

“No! No, no, no-” Cal had never seen so much fear in her eyes, and he withdraws, hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay, I won’t, I won’t.” He quickly retreats as her panic rises, cuffs clanking against the table as she feebly squirms, force signature returning to his own aura, yet outstretched and welcoming, more than willing for Aylin to make the first move. He wracks his tired and frantic brain for a solution, her panic feeding into his own, not expecting her to have such doubts. They needed to be quick, he knew, but there was no way they could coax her out of the room in the state she was in. “I know you. I know things about you the Empire- that Trilla would never know. Do you remember that time on Hoth when I ripped a glove and almost caught frostbite, I’ve only still got ten fingers because you managed to skin that little creature. What about that time I accidentally singed some of your hair off with my saber when I tried to use it as a torch, I had to pay for you’re haircut afterwards and you got the most expensive treatment just to prove a point. I know you have two sugars in your tea but only every other day; I know you always insist on playing with your knives no matter how many times I ask you to stop; I know that you’re favourite game to play is blackjack because you can count cards and know how to cheat, like that time you scammed me for half a brownie.” He was getting emotional now, the stress and turmoil of the past few days causing unshed tears to gather, his knuckles turning white as he wrings his hands together. “I promise you it’s me.”

They’re in you head. Her conscience echoes, the blonde fighting back tears at her own failure. They know, they know everything. Trilla’s playing, she’s already got what she wants.

“You can’t be here.” He voice cracks and wavers, throat scratchy from misuse, her mounting emotions not helping. She wished he was here, with every fibre of her being she wished Cal actually stood before her, frown on his face and eyebrows knitted together in concern. It couldn’t be true. If he was truly here she might’ve cried, and if this was all another elaborate hallucination created by Trilla then she’d probably cry even harder. She so desperately wanted to go home.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to believe me, you don’t have to do anything.” Cal reaches again for the cuffs binding her hands to the table, one hand reaching for the saber at his hip. “But please let me help you.”

She doesn’t say anything as his hand wraps around her thin wrist, saber igniting   and casting blue light across the room. Within seconds both cuffs are cut from her wrist, falling against the table with a thud. She rubs her wrists gingerly, wincing at the cuts she has sustained during her stay. Grasping her forearm in a delicate grip, other hand sliding behind her shoulder blade, Cal eases her up, wincing at every gasp that leaves her lips. A jaw in his muscle ticks with every sound from her mouth, pity and fury blooming in his chest. 

“Agh-” She grimaces at the pain enveloping her side, ribs protesting against the movement, healing wounds reopening with every twist of her muscle.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Cal urges her on, arm sliding underneath her legs and behind her back, drawing her to his chest as he rises to his full height. Aylin’s head lolls against his shoulder, scared to hope any of this was real but revelling in the familiar warm comfort seeping from the redheads chest.

With a nod shared between `Cal and Cere they depart, deadly silent as they leave the cell, not a trace of their presence left behind. Cal glances down at the woman in his arms, beyond grateful to have her back within arms reach, satisfied with the knowledge no one would be able to harm her now. He had her and he wasn’t letting go.

Cere freezes in front of him, BD rolling into the back of her legs, and Cal’s heart stops in his chest. She urges him back, but as they’re retreating two troops round the corner, halting in surprise. Both troops helmets slowly turn towards the blonde nestled in Cal’s arms, and their blasters raise, shouting commands. Cal ducks as Cere fires, shielding Aylin as well as he could, BD taking refuge behind Cere’s legs.

Within moments the corridor plunges into silence again, two dead troops lain before the four rebels. Cere glances back to Cal, charging her blaster.

“Tell me if you need me to slow down.” And she runs, sprinting in the direction of the escape shuttles - just to the left of the hanger - with BD trailing behind, Cal sprinting to keep up. Rounding another corner he almost crashes into Cere who doubles back, the pair just managing to dodge out of the way of oncoming blaster fire as they disappear around another corner, the slap of their boots against the metal floor drowned out by the shouts of troops on their tail.

“We’re not far.’ Cere calls, throwing her helmet to the side as she gaps for breath, Cal only a few paces behind her. The pair, plus BD, emerge in a small hanger, smaller, more compact escape shuttles lined on either wall, a squad of five stormtroopers ready and waiting.

Cal’s eyes widen as he watches all five troops raise their weapons, heart plummeting to his stomach. There was nothing he could do, he just hoped they granted them death instead of subjecting them to the fate Aylin had been forced to endure. Cere reaches back deftly and grasps his saber from his belt, igniting the blade mere moments before the first blaster fires. She works in a blur, deflecting shot after shot, blue light cast across her features as she steps closer to the enemy, Cal and BD close behind. It wasn’t often the redhead was able to see Cere in combat, usually taking missions with the girl in his arms, and the skill she displayed, surely a product of the wisdom she had amassed over her years, was awe-inspiring. Every movement is precise, each twist and flick of her wrist purposeful, the weight of the saber in her hand appearing little more than a feather with the ease she displays. She deflects and a troop falls, killed by their own shot. 

Slowly but surely the trio make their way towards the closest shuttle, Cal and BD baking away into the ship whilst Cere remains on the defensive, deflecting shot after shot, a bead of sweat running from her brow. Cal places Aylin down on a small cot in the corner of the cramped shuttle, instructing BD to stay behind whilst he collects Cere, running to the boarding ramp, the sounds of blaster shots once again reaching his ears.

“Cere!” He shouts, hanging out of the shuttles door, unable to do much without a weapon. “Cere!”

The older woman retreats slowly, continuing to deflect as she backs up the ramp, the red-head scuttling to the front of the shuttle and switching the engines on, awaiting the sound of the door hissing shut before doing anything drastic.

“Go!” Cere calls and he immediately sets into action, flicking a switch to his right and grasping the steering in both hands, sighing in relief as the shuttle lifts from the floor, paying no mind to the blaster shots that ricocheted off the steelwork around him. Cere appears, clambering into the co-pilots seat, saber grasped tightly in her hand as the ship lurches forward, charging full speed out of the small hanger, Cal frantically inputting the necessary codes for hyperspace, hands flitting about the dashboard in a blur.

With one final lurch the shuttle departs, the red head sighing and collapsing back into the pilots seat, chest rising and falling as he revels in the safety of hyperspace, stars dancing across his vision and illuminating his weary features, the stresses of the day lifting from his shoulders as he watches galaxies stream past. But the day was far from over, and in moments he’s clambering out of his seat, mind once again consumed by the blonde that hadn’t left his thoughts for an eternity.

Leaving Cere in control of their heading Cal retreats into the cramped hull, making a beeline for the blonde huddled atop a thin casket, BD dutifully waiting by her side, camera trained on her intensely, and rolling anxiously from side to side. Cere stares after him, wanting to offer her services, but ultimately deciding to remain in the cockpit, radioing Greez back on the Mantis, knowing that the redhead needed some time with Aylin, alone. 

“I’m back.” Cal announces, sitting on the edge of the small cot, dropping a small medkit onto his lap the he had found in a compartment. His eyes land on the blonde’s pale face, eyes softening at the worry etched across her features, eyebrows knitted together in both pain and concern. He opens his mouth to speak, protruding a set of stims from the cluttered medkit. “I’m going to patch you up and then we’re going home. You’re safe, Trilla can’t get to you anymore.”

Aylin hums, head tilting to the side as she finally makes eye contact with the red head, looking as if she was only truly seeing him for the first time. Her eyes widen and her chapped lips part, a shaking hand reaching out to rest against his own, testing her own reality. Cal smiles softly as she watches him with curious eyes, shallow breaths parting her lips.

“Cal?”

“Yes,” his voice breaks as she finally looks at him, truly looks at him, hazel eyes brightening with every second, fighting back against heavy lids. “yes it’s Cal. We’re going home.”

A small smile fights its way onto her lips, although the joyous moment is broken abruptly, the smile quickly twisting into a grimace as her body finally begins to acknowledge the trauma it had endured, old and new wounds reopened in the frenzy to escape. Her eyes flicker, hand beginning to feel slack against his own. Cal pales, hurriedly uncapping the stim in his grasp.

“You stay awake, you hear?” He jabs the stim into her bicep, preparing the other one in his grasp. He had her, he couldn’t lose her now.

“It hurts.” Her voice is strained, a pathetic replica of her true nature.

“I know, I know it does. I’m going to make it stop, I just need you to stay here, stay with me.” Her eyes flutter again, and Cal is grasping at straws, digging through the medkit for something, anything that could work. The stims hadn't worked as he hoped and now he wasn’t sure what to do. 

“Hey- hey! You keep those eyes open. Don’t you dare-” Fear grips him like a vice. His blood running cold as he leans closer, both hands grasping her shoulders, uncaring for the blood that caked them. He felt helpless, utterly, hopelessly helpless. It had been bad when he had been forced to endure being trapped behind a screen, but oh, this was so much worse. She was right here, he could touch her, talk to her, feel her weak heart beating underneath his very own fingertips, and yet he couldn't do anything. “Look at me. Look. At. Me. I want to see your eyes. Come on.”

Try as she might, her body was beginning to fail and with every passing moment the darkness that had clouded her peripheral for the past few days encroached, the lights in the hull dimming and dimming, until all she could see was Cal’s hazy face staring down at her, his hands clasping either side of her face. “Please.” She couldn’t, her walls finally falling and mind succumbing to the rest it so desperately needed.

“Cere-!”

He sounded desperate. He sounded scared. And for the briefest of moments, Aylin felt guilty.

And then the darkness consumed her.

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Cal drifts in and out of sleep, dozing comfortably with his head propped atop a familiar cot in a familiar ship, hand delicately grasping another's with his legs curled under the old chair he had stolen, the hazy figure of Aylin comforting him in his peripheral. It had been a few hours since himself, Cere and BD had returned to the Mantis, patching up Aylin to the best of their ability before tucking her away in her room, on course to the rebel base in order to take up Saw’s offer of medical assistance once word had reached him of their rescue mission. Although Cal had arrived back to the Mantis full of energy, spurred on by his panic and worry for the girl who had practically collapsed in his arms, the hours and hours of stress had worn him down, the young red-head finally agreeing to catch some rest, but refusing to allow Aylin to leave his sight. 

In his half-conscious state, he fails to notice the way the blonde’s lips twitch and eyelids flutter, barely registering the way her fingers flex against his own as the darkness finally releases her, mind and body returning. Aylin stirs quietly, every muscle and joint aching, the soft fabric against her skin a welcome change from the metal table she had called home for force-knows how long. With every passing second her mind returns, cogs turning as the days events come back to her full force, the sight of Cal’s worried gaze seared into the back of her eyelids, her lips parting in a gasp and her body lurching up out of slumber. Her eyes snap open, crazed and panicked as they dart around the dimly lit room, a groan parting her lips as her ribs protest, the gaping wound at her side, now haphazardly wound in fresh bandages, protesting heavily agains the sudden movement.

Cal is startled awake, almost falling from his chair at Aylin’s abrupt movement hazy eyes fighting for clarity amongst his foggy thoughts. “Hey,” He mutters groggily, mind desperately fighting against the sleep that had consumed him only moment before, hands reaching out to grab Aylin’s shoulders. “hey, hey, hey. It’s me, Aylin it’s me.” Finally, the frantic woman’s eyes meet his own, her body relaxing into his touch as he gently guides her back down, the pads of his fingers digging into the exposed flesh of her shoulders. “It’s alright, you’re safe. I’ve got you.” She takes in a shuddering breath as Cal gently sweeps her messy bangs from her eyes, palm resting against her forehead a moment too long, simply savouring that she was here, she was back, she was safe.

Cal sits back in his chair once he makes sure she was okay and settled, fretting like a mother and readjusting her pillows and pulling the thin sheets back up to her chest, fingers smoothing out the white tank top she had been changed into. His cerulean eyes, still slightly blurry with sleep, never leave her figure.

“What happened?” Her voice was quiet, a mere murmer whisked away on the wind. She runs a hand along the bandages freshly wrapped around her shoulder, noting the wraps of gauze around each of her wrists.

“We got you. Cere and I, we went and got you. You were pretty beat up.” His voice cracks and he quickly clears his throat. Aylin pays it no mind, wide owlish eyes staring at him from underneath a pair of heavy lids. “We’ve fixed you up the best we could, Saw’s offered some rebel facilities if we need them.” The small room plunges into silence, neither of them glancing away, Cal’s thumb unknowingly rubbing circles into the back of Aylin’s hand. As an after thought he adds. “We’re at the other end of the galaxy, there’s no way they can find us here. You’re safe, you can get some rest.”

As if she had suddenly remembered, Aylin reveals her force signature, the walls that she had held around her mind - and that she had habitually rebuilt when she awakened - coming crumbling down. Cal watches her shoulders visibly relax as the final remnants of tension leave her body, allowing his own force signature to branch out, enticed yet apprehensive of the new presence.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” She mutters, eyes falling from his gaze.

“I get it.” He smiles softly, thumb continuing to run soothing circles on the back of her hand. As much as he may have been hurt that she hadn’t told him, he couldn’t deny that he understood why, the events of the last two weeks evidence enough of the consequences. “We can talk about it later, you need some rest.”

Silence envelopes the room, the pair simply content with one another's presence. Cal rests his head on the palm of his hand, eyes beginning to close once again, happy that they had a second chance. Undoubtedly the pair had much to talk about, the crew had to figure out how to move forward, but at least they had that chance. For a long time Cal had feared he would never get that chance and now that he had it, he was not going to let it go to waste. 

Things weren’t perfect, not by any stretch of the word, but the universe had given them the opportunity to try and make things right.

Suddenly, Aylin stirs again, wincing as she attempts to sit up, eyes wide and unblinking as they flit about the room. Cal’s hands shoot out again to stop her. “Where’s BD?” The urgency to her voice was hard to miss, resembling its older self. “Is he alright? Did you find him? I saw-”

“It’s okay, we’re all back. BD’ll be over the moon to know you’re awake, they’ve been peaking into your room every chance they get.” Cal coaxes her back down, more concerned with her reopening any of the wounds the crew had spent a painstaking amount of time trying to patch up than anything else. “And we managed to extract the information you both collected. It’s really going to make a difference.” He pauses, unsure of his next words, wondering how inappropriate they might be, unsure of how the blonde felt about him after her departure. “Thank you.”

Aylin smiles fondly at his worry, allowing him to secure her back in place, delighted that her earlier assumptions hadn’t been true, that Trilla wasn’t just playing some sick mind game, that BD was safe and sound, on the Mantis where they belonged. Then, the words fully register, and her forehead creases in confusion. “For what?”

Cal leans back in his chair, hands running through his disheveled hair, the bags under his eyes more visible with the guilt festering in his chest. “You didn’t have to do that. You could’ve let anyone go and collect the data, and anyone else probably wouldn’t have been in the same danger as you.” His bright eyes drift to the bandages wrapped around her shoulder, flitting across the many bruises visible just from her neck up. “But you did and I- thank you. Thank you for doing this and I know-” He was rambling now, his hands running through his hair as Aylin watches him, a small smile tugging at her chapped lips. “I know I acted like a bit of an ass before you left- and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He hesitates again, reaching forward to intertwine their hands, seeking comfort in knowing she was here, that he hadn’t failed her as he had done his master all those years ago. “I heard some of the things Trilla said to you, and I’m sorry you ever thought I wouldn’t come to get you. It was all I could think about since they caught you. Truthfully I don’t know what I’d do if I hadn’t gotten you back.”

The room plunges into silence once again, uncomfortable and stifling, Cal feeling overwhelmed at the emotions that echoed around him through the force, not daring to reach out to the blonde before him, fearful of what he might discover, fearful of heartbreak. Aylin gazes at the red head from under heavy lashes, weary eyes begging to close. The poor boy looked as exhausted as she felt, deep dark bags under his eyes, skin as pale as snow causing his scars to look red and glossy, highlighting the greyness to his pallor, his hair a dishevelled mess atop his head, tufts sticking out in every direction from the endless amount of times he had ran his fingers through his hair, tugging harshly at the roots in frustration. He had changed since she last saw him, donning a pair of cargo trousers and a comfortable sweater she had suggested he buy form a marker stall once, the navy material bunched up to his elbows, creased and crinkled from the stresses of the day. As tired as he looked and as rough as she felt, she doubted she had ever before been so ecstatic to see him, to see that he cared, even despite the truth of her history. Warmth spread from everywhere he touched, his soft touches and gentle caresses a stark contrast to anything she had felt before; it was everything she had hoped it could be. 

“I remember seeing you in that uniform.” Aylin whispers, daring to break the silence, exhausted yet hopeful eyes boring into Cal’s own. “I’m surprised they didn’t realise you weren't one of them sooner.”

He was taken aback at the abrupt shift in conversation, cerulean eyes boring into Aylin’s own hazel pair with curiosity, his mind reeling at the exhaustingly dazzling smile she sent his way.

“And why’s that?” He questions softly, thumb unknowingly continuing to rub gentle circles on the back of her hand.

“Your eyes.” Cal’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, beginning to wonder if she had been able to understand his words in her drugged state. “They’re too kind.”

A moments pause. Cal could feel the familiar bloom of heat along his cheeks spreading to his ears, he dreaded to think how flushed he must look.

“They didn’t match the uniform at all.”

“You’re obviously delirious,” he deflects jokingly, voice just as soft, warmth spreading through his cheeks and neck. “the uniform didn’t even fit-”

“The eyes are the window to the soul.” She mutters defiantly, determined even despite her dazed and exhausted state. “I’ve seen the eyes of some of the cruelest men and women in the galaxy. You’re too good for them Cal, you’re too good for us, you’re too good for me. I don’t know why you came to save me, but I can’t thank you enough. I never thought I would get to see your eyes again.”

Because I love you. He wanted to say, yet his mind wouldn’t let him, forcing partial truth from his lips.

“I was worried I’d never get to see you again.” Cal admits, leaning forward in his chair. “You have no idea how worried I was. You’ll be the death of me one day.”

His eyes study her face; the softness of her cheeks, the angularity of her jaw, the curve of her lips. His eyes flicker from her eyes to her lips and then back again, watching a small smile carve its way across her small lips. He felt like a boy again, unsure and uncertain, inexperienced and insecure. He had felt like this many times around the blonde, but this time, he wouldn’t shy away. She was a shining star in an ever darkening galaxy, and he’d be dead before he let her fall from his grasp again. Mustering all the courage in the galaxy, his lips part. “I was worried I’d never get to do this.”

Some part of him, the part that remembered his time with the Jedi before the end to it all, the end of an era, stirred fear in his heart; fear of attachments, fear of loss, fear of love. A life of solitude and harmony he had practiced like a mantra, and that in every step of the way, when it came to the blonde in front of him, he had failed, time and time again. He remembers how he had felt when she had been captured, the way his heart had seized and his world had stopped, how his life since than had been nothing but worry and hurt, nothing but pain for what could have been and what might never be, the pain of loving someone and not being able to do anything about it, not being able to protect those he cares for more than anything else in the galaxy. 

He had never been that dutiful of a Padawan anyway.

He leans closer, impossibly so, watching the grin grow on Aylin’s face as her eyes flutter shut. His lips connect with her own, melding together in an innocent affair, a hand coming up to cradle the side of her jaw, the other tightening its grip on her hand. He presses forward, heart hammering out of his chest and blood rushing through his ears as she kisses back, her free hand coming up to tentatively grasp the back of his neck, drawing him down to her; the girl he had been so close to losing, the boy she had been so close to forgetting. It was brief and uncertain, testing new waters both had been too scared to explore, but every emotion they had kept bottled for so long came bubbling to the surface; the hurt, the pain, the helplessness, the love. In moments that felt like an eternity Cal pulls back, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, wide uncertain eyes locked with her own with haggard breaths falling from his lips.

“Took you long enough.” She grins from underneath the sheets, her own heart ready to explode from her chest.

“Get some rest.” He mutters behind a laugh, pulling back to sit back in his chair, arms crossing to prop his head on the corner of the bed, one hand outstretched to hold her own in his strong grip. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

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summary ★ she needs to get the action figure that's in the claw machine for her sister’s birthday, so saiki does her the favour of using his a telekinesis to win it...along with a few other favours.

trigger warning ★ gambling, god, swearing, fem!reader & reader has a younger sister

construction on the new arcade near pk academy had finally come to an end. the grand opening was today after school so of course, nendou suggested that they attend as a squad. usually, saiki tried to avoid getting roped into outings like this but for a change, he actually agreed without the need for any further prying. that's because the arcade was attached to a small cinema where they'd be premiering the latest action movie — based on the TV show adaptation of the game — 'Olfana's Story X-2'. as it turns out, a few months after saiki gave the game a shot, it became a craze and a massive hit among speed-runners. so from it's new-found popularity, they developed a TV show series which inevitably flopped so now they have created a movie. only the most elite people among the gaming community were allow to see it before the official release date and they all said it was incredible; but there was not a doubt in saiki's mind that they were being paid to sing it's praise. a crappy game turned into a crappy show, now adapted into a movie was sure to be crappy. so you may be wondering why he even wanted to view the movie if he was set on it being awful. Well, there are two simple answers; curiosity and the mystery. since it was so exclusive, he had yet to overhear spoilers through his telekinesis and he now had a germanium ring in his possession so he could watch the movie in peace. also, having played the game but not seen the show, he was curious to see how bad the movie is going to be and perhaps he'd be able to get a good laugh out of it. but he made the mistake of mentioning his plan to see the movie which screened a few hours after the opening of the arcade, as now kuboyasu, nendou and kaidou were all going to see the movie along with him. In theory, it shouldn't be a problem since he'll have his germanium ring on but in practise, the world seems to be against saiki so one of his friends will probably end up stealing his popcorn or chatting throughout the entire movie. he'll just have to wait and see. kaidou and nendou did not even stop to take breaths as they raced on about how excited they were while they were all walking to the arcade. "i'm sure the movie is going to be sick!" kaidou exclaimed, followed by rapid head nods from nendou as he replied, "yup! And i can't wait to see what sort of games they have!" saiki was a bit excited himself but he didn't care to show it like the others did. but when he saw the vaporwave building covered with bright neon lights come into view, his lips curled into a small smile. though it was short-lived as he noticed the massive queue to get in; it appeared as though they weren't the only ones who had the idea to visit the arcade after school as he noticed many familiar faces standing in line, amongst crowds of others. all of their cheery auras dissipated for a few moments until kuboyasu perked up, approaching the doors to the arcade with a smug smirk, cutting in front of everyone in the line and gesturing for the boys to follow him, "don't worry about the queue, guys. follow me." nendou followed without any further questions but saiki and kaidou were a bit apprehensive. all three of them watched as kuboyasu stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the guard by one of the doors, muttering something in the man's ear, causing him to sweatdrop and hesitantly open the door with a shaky smile; allowing all four of them inside. "woah, that was awesome, aren!" kaidou yelled, not only out of awe but so he could be heard over all the cheering, laughing and game noises from inside the arcade. "yeah, that was so cool! but what did you say to that guy? he looked freaked out!" nendou inquired, surprising saiki with his actually intelligent observation. kuboyasu's hand found it's way behind his neck, rubbing it awkwardly as he chuckled, "oh, nothing! it's not important-- hey! how about you guys start playing your games and i'll go get the tickets we reserved, yeah?" "yeah!" kaidou and nendou cheered in unison, high-fiving the purple-haired boy before the all ran off in different directions, leaving saiki standing alone at the entrance. he fidgeted with his germanium ring, contemplating taking it off as he stared at kuboyasu; he really wanted to know what the teen boy could've said that'd incite such fear into a grown man, but he decided against it — merrily making his way towards the claw machines, leaving kuboyasu's secrets alone. ★★★★★★★★★★ "shit." he cursed under his breath as he watched the cyborg cider man plushie that he's been trying to win — for yuuta — for half an hour straight slip out of his grasp once again. 'these things are rigged. and what's the point in having psychic superpowers if i can't use them.' he thought to himself but had to quickly shake off the idea, as there was no way he could risk using his powers in such a crowded place, especially for a plush that wasn't even for himself but rather for an annoying kid. he sighed, slipping another coin into the slot and about to find the right state of mind until he heard a loud "fuck!"  from in front of him. his head jerked up, scanning the area for the source of the noise until his eyes landed on you. the claw machines were lined up, back-to-back, and playing on the machine diagonal from him was a girl with enchanting (e/c) eyes which contrasted greatly with her disheartened expression as she stared at the box. the only emotion she wore was sadness as she stared at the machine, so out of curiosity, saiki slipped off his ring in order to read her thoughts; feeling no guilt in listening to the affairs of a complete stranger. 'c'mon, stupid claw machine, i need this!' your silky yet whiny voice rung through his mind, 'what's she gonna think about me tomorrow when i tell her that i couldn't get her the gift she's wanted? she's gonna hate me- even more than she already does. and now i've spent all my money on this silly game so i can't even try get her a crappy gift with the little money i had. Wow, (y/n), you're the worst big sister in existence.' saiki cocked his head to the side, peering through the glass of the machines to see the contents of the claw machine you were standing in front of and when he saw the limited edition, silver cyborg cider man action figure sitting on a pedestal — almost as if it was taunting the poor girl — he finally connected the dots. your hand dug through your pockets until you found the smooth metal surface of your final coin, 'just once more try. if i win her this action figure, maybe she'll finally respect me as her big sister! and this toy will surely make her more happy than any gift mom could've possibly thought of. i'll make her sixth birthday one to remember!' the dejected look on your face slow lifted into a determined one, but it wasn't very convincing as saiki — and anyone else — could see the worry and shame in your eyes as you dropped your last coin into the slot of the machine, giving you one more chance to redeem yourself and claim the title of 'best big sister in the world'. saiki watched you maneuver the claw of the machine with bated breath, admiring how your pretty nose crinkled and your tongue poked out from the corners of your perfectly glossed lips in concentration — 'ew, stop being a simp, kusuo.' he mentally rebuked himself before engaging with your scene one again. your fist slammed down against the big red button, followed by the claw opening and lowering over the box of the cyborg cider man action figure, slowly closing it's jaws around the box and grasping it perfectly, resulting in a slight gasp to escape your throat as your lips pulled into a grin. the claw kept it's grip in the toy as it lifted up, slowly making it's way over the hole where it would drop the action figure, straight into your possession.  that is, if the grip didn't falter hence allowing the toy to fall down, off it's pedestal and onto the bottom of the compartment to join the rest of the more average action figures. "fuck!" you screamed in an almost identical way to which you did earlier, expect this one held more pain. 'this can't be happening; is this the third year in a row that i'm going to show up to my little sister's birthday party empty-handed?' you thought, your bottom lips quivering so you quickly bit down on it, staring at the damned toy before turning on your heels, shuffling away from the game with your head hung low, the thoughts which cried in your head about how much you budgeted and how hard you worked made saiki's heart sink. 'maybe i could take out a mortga--' your thoughts were abruptly cut off when you heard the noise of something falling behind you. whipping your head around to see what happened, you exhaled a sigh of relief upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary. however, you caught a glimpse of inside the machine which you had been cursing at and realised that the toy wasn't with the packaging peanuts where you left it, as if it magically disappeared in the few seconds you had averted your gaze. creeping up to it, your gaze darted around in search of anyone who might've won it in less than 5 seconds but that was unlikely. now that you were closer, you peered through the glass once more to confirm that the toy was in fact missing and you were right. recalling the noise of falling you heard just before you turned around, you dropped to your knees and lifted the flap to the compartment which held the good that people would win from the machine. you almost screamed with delight and shock when you laid eyes on the limited edition, cyborg cider man action figure that was tucked snugly inside. yanking it out, you pressed it to your chest and the tears you were choking back finally came running down your cheeks, but now they were from joy. "thank you, god." you whispered to yourself, making saiki chuckle from his spot at the claw machine which he hadn't moved from. he wasn't god — nor was he friends with god — but he didn't mind not being able to take the credit for his kind actions of using his psychokinesis to drop the box into the hole for you. honestly, he found that seeing you happy, sitting on the floor with brightest beam gracing your features along with your now cheerful thoughts in his head, was enough of a reward for him anyway. also, he appreciated how you didn't question how the box ended up in the hole and instead you just deemed it a miracle as you were too overjoyed to use logic; that sort of thinking saved saiki a lot of trouble. 'i should probably go home and wrap this.' your internal monologue had now calmed down slightly as you were now able to produce a thought that wasn't just a squeal of delight, 'hm, maybe once i am done i could come back and see the new movie that's premiering-- but i've not got much money left so i guess i shouldn't get ahead of myself.' you hummed, picking up the box along with yourself, dusting yourself off before heading towards the exit. saiki must've been staring for a tad too long though as you caught his gaze while brushing off your clothes. he cringed, instinctively darting his eyes away so you didn't think he was an ogling creep but the fact he appeared defensive probably didn't help. so he fully expected you to frown or cast him a dirty look, judging him for his actions but to his surprise, you simply chuckled. waving at the pink-haired boy before strolling off with the box under your arm. 'he seems cool. where i can get clips like those?' why were you thoughts making him blush like an idiot? time to put the germanium ring back on. ★★★★★★★★★★ as it turns out, nendou is surprisingly good at poker. he figured this out after he stumbled across the casino section of the arcade, and since he looks way older than seventeen, nobody questions it when he took a seat at one of the slot machines, under the impression that it was a fancy, old-timey arcade game. he was then offered a round of poker with some old dude with way too many gold teeth and nendou ended up taking the poor, stubborn guy's entire fortune. god-knows how many games with how-many people later, nendou was sitting on stacks of cash at a round table with a tired dealer, and two grown men — one crying into the shoulder of his arm-candy and the other weeping into the sleeve of his suit — while the three boys who had came to give him his ticket stood by, all wearing matching confused expressions. "uh, nendou." kuboyasu tapped his friend on the shoulder, waving the ticket in front of his face, "the movie is gonna start soon, we should start heading over there right now so we can buy snacks and get good seats." nendou raised an eyebrow, puzzled until he recalled that he was supposed to watch a movie today, "oh, that sounds cool and all but i'm having a lot of fun right here." he smiled, motioning to the large casino area. kuboyasu chuckled awkwardly, backing away from nendou slightly as he turned on his heels, ushering the two other boys away, "alright, well, have fun, nendou! don't stay out too late!" nendou sung an okay in response, sliding a kaidou some cash for the extortionate theatre snacks before he was rushed away by kuboyasu, the purple-haried boy not wanting to spend anymore time in the casino than needed. "if nendou isn't joining us for the movie then we have a spare ticket. here, saiki, you should have it!" "why me?" "uh, because you said you saw reita earlier. so if you see him again maybe you could offer him the spare ticket." 'absolutely not.' was vocalised as "sure." by saiki as he took the ticket from kuboyasu's outstretched hand, fiddling with it before stuffing it into his pocket along with his own ticket. "what i said to nendou was kinda an exaggeration" aren mused, glancing at his watch before looking up at his two pals, "we still have some time left before the movie starts. i'm gonna go handle some business — you two have fun, and try find reita!" kuboyasu said before pivoting on his heels in the direction of the staff only closet. the only thing saiki could think to do during this free-time was escape kaidou's pestering to play dance dance revolution — since saiki didn't want to dance, dance or revolute, he darted outside as soon as kuboyasu left, leaving kaidou alone and confused in the middle of the arcade. 'finally, fresh air.' saiki inhaled, filling his lungs with the cool air rather than the stuffy, arcade oxygen. scanning the surrounding area, his eyes caught a glimpse of a figure standing by the ATM, which he immediately recognised to be that of the girl he had helped earlier. so naturally, he flicked of his ring to figure out the reasoning behind the awkward look on her face. 'do i really want to withdraw money to see some stupid movie? i mean, i could leave that money to accumulate and buy something nicer later.' without thinking, saiki hummed in agreement with your thoughts as he had been in your position many times before. 'but then again, i should treat myself! when was the last time i saw a movie that wasn't pirated? hmm..' your indecisive thoughts matched perfectly with your conflicted expression as you stared through furrowed brows at the screen of the ATM. a soft breeze passed, followed by something light smacking against you face. you winced slightly, your hand snapping your cheek and grabbing at whatever it was; just by the texture, you could tell it was paper. holding it in front of you, upon further inspection you realised that the mysterious sheet that had flew into your possession was in fact a ticket to tonight's showing of 'Olfana's Story X-2'  row G, seat 9. you double, triple checked it out of fear that this may be a cruel prank but no, this was completely real! you cheered, bouncing up and down and away from the ATM since you no longer needed it's services as god had blew the desired item straight into your hands — or your face, rather. either way though, you were over the moon, clutching the ticket to your chest and basking in your second miracle of the day. unbeknownst to you, saiki's smile was almost as wide as your own. you thanked god for your relief and saiki had no problem with that; seeing your little happy dance and squeals with your free ticket was enough for him. but actually, perhaps he might benefit himself after all, since the ticket he had given you previous belonged to nendou. meaning that saiki was seated at row G, seat 10; right beside you. ★★★★★★★★★★ saiki forgot to send a few notes flying your way in the wind, so you walked into the theatre and took your seat, completely snackless since you couldn't afford the exorbitant prices that they sold food for at the cinema. but perhaps that wasn't all bad as it revealed the possibility for saiki to offer you some of his popcorn as a conversation-starter, as he's usually not too good at socialising with new people — forget starting a conversation. however, he didn't need to work up any sort of courage to talk to you as the first thing you did when you plopped down in your seat beside him was turn to him and chirp, "oh, you're the guy i saw at the claw machines earlier! i love your clip thingies." your buoyant-adrenaline allowing your to be more bold than usual. the movie had yet to start, low murmurs of chatter coming from across the theatre as the trailers played in the background, "yes. and thanks." 'good grief, curse myself for not being more talkative. she probably thinks i'm dull now. perhaps i should channel my inner nendou..if i have one.' instead of ending the conversation right there like he assumed you would, you continued talking and saiki was..glad? why did he want to interact with you so much? he spends most of his days trying to avoid interacting with people; why were you any different? "no problem- also, did you get what you were playing for?" you inquired, tapping your lip in genuine curiosity. his ring remained on his finger, despite the fact he wanted to know what you thought about him, he didn't want to invade your privacy any more than he already has. "no. did you?" "yeah, i did, actually!" you chirped, not noticing the smirk creeping onto saiki's lips as you were too engulfed in your memories, "i thought those games were rigged but maybe they're not 'cause i managed to win this super special action figure that my sister has been on the top of my sister's wishlist for like- forever! and her birthday is tomorrow so i'll be a--" you cut yourself off, crinkling your nose in embarrassment, "sorry, i'm over-sharing, aren't i?" your enthusiasm made his heart flutter in a way he wasn't used to, if you didn't know any better, he would have thought he was having a medical emergency. his eyes widened slightly as you halted in your speech, "no, you're fine." he said, the uncharacteristic softness in his voice catching the attention of his two pals sitting on the other side of him. you shook off his comment, "i mean, i'm telling you my life story and i don't even know your name." you said, laughing sheepishly at the reality of the reality of the situation. 

“saiki kusuo.” he blurted out without a second thought.

you blinked a few times, shocked that he’d give his details away so easily as you somewhat expected him to be more of a reserved type of guy but evidently, you were wrong. “uh, i’m (l/n) (y/n).” you choked, biting down on your bottom lip slightly before continuing you story as he seemed to wait expectantly, “as i was saying, today’s just been the best day ever! everything has been going so well, i’m a bit scared as to what is going to happen when it hits midnight.” 

saiki nodded along, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth before remembering his plan, “oh- would you like some?” he asked, offering you some popcorn from his bucket. unfortunately, the plan was a last-minute thing so he had only bought a small, but he still wasn’t opposed to sharing. 

you shook your head, trying to grin foolishly wide at his kind offer, “no thank you.” 

saiki nodded, about to open his mouth to reply until the blaring music from the beginning of the movie started, putting a swift end to your conversation — despite the fact saiki would much rather talk to you than watch the crappy movie — out of theatre etiquette. 

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it was worse than you or saiki could’ve ever imagined.

it was painfully trying not to burst out laughing right in middle of it or lean over and giggle in each other’s ear at the silly dialog but out of respect for the other people in the cinema, you both stayed silent and just cast each other occasional knowing glances whenever something cringey happened on screen. 

you both let out audible sighs of relief with the credits began to roll, accompanied by a slow indie song. “that was..something.” you mumbled, grabbing your purse and jumping to your feet, wanting to exit the building as soon as possible and hopefully leave your memories of the movie behind you. 

“definitely.” he snickered, absently flicking the side of his empty popcorn bucket, “i stopped paying attention once i finished my popcorn.” it felt weird to vocalise — or rather, telepathically communicate — the comments he’d usually keep to himself; why did he feel so comfortable speaking to someone he only just met?

he began gathering his things, stuffing all of his rubbish in the bucket so he could dispose of it all at once. his mind was fixated on crappiness of the movie and how a five-year-old could’ve shot a much better film, until you grabbed his attention by calling out his name, followed by a question which made him blood run cold.

“before i go, it gotta ask’ how’d you do it? or more importantly, why’d you do it?”

he blinked several times before putting on his best bewildered expression, with the idea that maybe if he played dumb, he could gaslight you into thinking that it never happened or that he had nothing to do with it. “what?”

“oh, don’t give me that!” you scoffed, narrowing your eyes at the boy, “i’m not stupid. every time something good happened to me, you were nearby. i’ve connected the dots so fess up. why did you do all those nice things for me? was it out of pity or are you that nice to everyone?”

“i’m that nice to everyone.”

“i don’t believe you.” you snapped, fixing your tone when you remembered that even though he was lying to you, he still helped you get the present for you sister and gave you his spare ticket. “i don’t care if you’re not gonna give me a straight answer, but at least let me make it up to you.”

he huffed, an unimpressed look covering his features before you even proposed your idea. there was really nothing he could possibly need from you. what were you going to give him that he wasn’t capable of obtaining on his own? so he frowned, ready to decline your offer. 

“i saw that you bought one of those jelly pots from the snack stand and i actually work at a little café in the town, so i might be able to get you few things for free or discounted?”

“yes.” wait, that wasn’t refusal. 

“great!” you chirped, glad that you wouldn’t have to pry further, “does later this week sounds good? we could meet up here then i can walk you to the café- or i could give you my number and we can arrange a date later?” 

“sure.” saiki said without thinking once again.

but it wasn’t as though he regretted it when you slipped the piece of paper you had scribbled your number onto, into the front pocket of his shirt, tapping it with a smile. “alright! i’ll see you later then- unless you want to walk home with me?” you fidgeted with your fingers slightly, instantly regretting what you just came out with. not because you didn’t want to walk with him, but due to the fact you highly doubted he was going so say accept so you mentally prepared for the impact of his harsh rejection.

“sure.”

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BONUS 

saiki ended up walking home with some girl he met at the theatre so that left kuboyasu and kaidou to fetch nendou once the film finished. they both searched the casino area for almost half an hour but neither of them had any luck finding nendou. that was, until kuboyasu had to take a step outside to escape the casino as he noticed an old friend of his playing on the slot machines, and he found nendou crouched by the garbage cans, on his phone. 

“nendou! we’ve been looking all over for you- why are you out here by the trash? and what happened to all your money?!”

nendou chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck with his spare hand, “fun story actually. i was doing so well and i was on my way to becoming a millionaire until these schoolgirls came marching in and absolutely slaughtered me! it was so embarrassing and the only way i could escape them was by running away so i hid back here.”

kuboyasu’s aura just screamed ‘disappointed but not surprised’, “so you’re telling me that you lost millions to highschool girls?”

“they might’ve been middle-schoolers, i’m not too sure. i didn’t get a very good look at ‘em but they were all wearing creepy red uniforms.”

all kuboyasu could do was massage his temples to ease his headache at the stupidity of his friends, “so you lost all your money to school girls in creepy red uniforms?” he repeated aloud, just to make sure he was hearing things correctly.

“yes. but not all my money.” he said, pulling out his wallet and grandly opening it to reveal a few notes and a button, “i’ve still got enough to spend on ramen with my bros!”

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[adenei]

Summer of Jily - Week 7

Yahoo! I'm all caught up for @efkgirldetective's summer of Jily Challenge!

This week's prompts: Ice cream and "I don't want anyone touching you like I do"

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Two days passed since their impromptu first date in the coziness of the cabin, and things could not be better. At least, that’s what James thought. The only snafu in the plan was that neither he nor Lily had discussed telling their friends about the relationship. Stolen moments alone were spent enjoying each other’s company while keeping an ear out for anyone who might intrude on their private time together.

They were no closer to coming up with a way of revealing their relationship, and if James was being honest, he quite liked the thrill of keeping his girlfriend, Lily, a secret from the Marauders. Sirius would probably hex him into tomorrow if he found out James was hiding something, but he would deal with that when the time came.

After two days of rain, the weather had finally cleared up, and the boys found themselves roaming up and down the main street of town while the girls were off shopping.

“Honestly, how much shopping can they possibly do?” Peter asked as he plopped down on a bench.

“With Mary and Marlene at the helm? It’s safer not to ask,” Remus thought out loud.

“It’s been two hours, and they’ve still got another half hour before they’re due to meet us for that picture show Mary’s been droning on about,” Sirius pointed out.

In an effort to avoid his friends’ complaints, James looked around the area for something to pass their time. His eyes settled on an ice cream shop across the street.

“Well, we could either sit here or go get some ice cream over there at that shop,” James suggested.

Peter perked up at the mention of ice cream while Remus gave a noncommittal shrug. Sirius was the only one to verbalize his agreement as he stood and led their way to the shop, his mood much brighter than moments ago.

“I could go for some ice cream! I prefer Muggle cotton candy ice cream to Fortescue’s strawberry peanut butter any day.”

The rest of the Marauders followed and approached the queue. They stood behind an older couple and waited. James continued to observe their surroundings, hoping that the girls might appear. He already missed Lily despite only being separated for a couple hours. As he was scanning the area, a group of girls who looked to be around their age joined the queue behind them, which Sirius was quick to point out.

“Look how hot that lot is, mate.”

James nodded, though he didn’t take the time to check them out. He was about to change the subject when one of the girls took notice of them and giggled. The sound caught his attention and distracted his attention. One of the girls was eyeing him; she was blonde with bright blue eyes and a petite frame, certainly attractive, but no longer his type. His type was Lily Evans, plain and simple.

He flashed a polite smile, then averted his gaze as the queue moved up. The boys were called up to the next window to order, and he was happy to put some distance between them and the group behind. Knowing it was easier for them all to order and have one person pay, James placed his order first and then turned to have the others follow suit. He dug out his muggle money to handle the transaction while the rest of the Marauders moved over to the pick-up window to wait for their treats.

“This is so different from Fortescue’s. Why can’t we watch them prepare it?” Peter whined.

“You mean scoop ice cream into cones and dishes and hand it to you? Beats me,” Sirius chided.

“He has a point, Pads. It’s interesting to watch sometimes,” Remus defended Peter’s observation as James chuckled.

“Yeah, beats waiting around having to make small talk with you,” he joked.

“Large cotton candy?” called the attendant from the window.

Sirius leaped up to claim his ice cream, looking like a kid in a candy store upon his return.

“Care to share a lick?” James teased as he leaned in to try and swipe a bite before Sirius had a chance to dig in.

“Not a chance!” Sirius guarded his cone as the attendant called out again.

“Crazy vanilla!”

“Ooh, that’s me!” Peter clapped his hands and went to collect his order.

Remus looked at James and Sirius. “Does he realize that that flavor is just vanilla ice cream but dyed different colors?”

“Shh, don’t ruin it for him, Moony!” Sirius waved him off. As Peter returned to the group, Sirius waved him along. “C’mon Wormtail, let’s go snag that table over there while these two wait for their more complicated orders.”

They took off while James and Remus continued to wait.

“Hot fudge sundae!”

“That’s me!” James jumped forward, approaching the window at the same time as the blonde who was checking him out earlier, and both reached for the same dish.

“Oh! Sorry,” she said, pulling her hand back and tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.

“No, no, go ahead,” James took the dish and handed it to her. “You’ve got good taste,” he added with a polite smile.

“So do you,” she smiled back. “Are you on holiday with your mates?”

Her inquiry takes James by surprise, but he supposes a bit of small talk can’t hurt. “Er, yeah. We’re staying in a cabin on the lake.”

“Oh, us too! On the north or south side?”

“Er, north, I think?”

James wasn’t sure if he was being honest, but it wasn’t like they were going to run into the girl again, so a little white lie couldn’t hurt.

“Same for us! I’m Elaine, by the way.” She held out her hand with the introduction.

“James,” he responded, reaching out to give her hand a quick shake.

“Say, what are you doing tonight? We could get together for a fire or something?”

Unfortunately, it looked like his willing response gave the wrong impression as the girl to the opportunity to ask him out. Her smile had turned seductive and James realized a moment too late that she was flirting. Had he really lost his game so quickly since making a go of things with Lily?

Another hot fudge sundae order was called along with Remus’s chocolate milkshake. James was about to excuse himself to grab his ice cream when Remus appeared out of nowhere.

“I’ve got this, mate.”

“Oh, er, thanks.” James grimaced.

Because Remus didn’t know about Lily, he didn’t know that James needed the ice cream as an excuse to get out of this.

Of all the times Remus decided to urge me on.

“It’ll be a fun time, I promise,” Elaine winked. “Come with me to our table and I can write down our address for you to meet us later. It won’t take long.”

The blonde reached out her free hand to graze James’s forearm and lead him to the table her friends had occupied. He followed since he couldn’t think of a way out of it. At least the solution after this point was easy. He’d thank her, make a false promise to show up, and then never follow through.

He wasn’t expecting Elaine to keep hold of his arm, and the feeling sent prickles of discomfort through the rest of his body. James wasn’t even aware that the girl was still chattering away as he was still thinking of a way to get back to his friends, and hoping Lily was still on the opposite side of town so they wouldn’t get in a row over this.

And that’s when he felt another hand grasp his opposite arm.

The feeling of the second touch was much warmer, searing his bicep as it pulled him away from the blonde with a force he wasn’t used to. As his body spun around he caught a flash of red hair before the second person’s lips were on his, the kiss deep and searing, taking him by surprise.

He was familiar with the feel of Lily’s lips by now, and forgetting that they were in public, James’s body melted into the embrace even though it was far from romantic and comforting. As Lily’s arms snaked around his neck to pull him closer, James realized she was staking her claim and it was hot. He felt the immediate arousal strain against his trousers as the thought of Lily’s jealousy sent a course of desire through his body.

It barely phased him that they were in a very public place, no doubt in front of all their friends. Yet, when the thought finally registered in his lust-filled brain, clarity sobered his body, replacing the desire with a nervous excitement.

So much for keeping things quiet.

When Lily pulled away, her gaze was fierce as she narrowed her eyes and squeezed his arms a bit harder while whispering in his ear, “I don’t want anyone else touching you like I do.”

Bloody hell, would it be improper to disapparate us back to the cabin to have my way with her right now?

Yes, yes it would. Stupid statute of secrecy.

The battle to act on his instincts versus do the right thing warred in his mind.

“And you,” Lily peered over his shoulder to the blonde who was standing behind them, mouth gaping open in surprise, “keep your hands off my boyfriend.”

“Your WHAT?!”

A chorus of shouts and shrieks escaped the mouths of their friends at Lily’s over-zealous warning.

“Looks like it’s not a secret anymore,” Lily shrugged as she pulled James back to their friends.

“Hmm, I was hoping that maybe they didn’t notice the public snog assault you just attacked me with,” James laughed. “You know I wasn’t going to do anything with her, right? She cornered me and Remus of all people helped her along. I couldn’t get away.”

“Yes, yes, I trust you. I just let my temper get the best of me, I suppose,” Lily admitted, though she didn’t seem ashamed in the slightest.

“Don’t worry, I like Aggressive Lily. Maybe I’ll let other girls try and whisk me away more—”

“Don’t you dare,” she warned, though the glint in her eye reassured him that she knew he was kidding.

“I suppose it’s time to face the onslaught of our friends, don’t you think?”

Lily sighed, “You’re sure we can’t just disapparate away instead?”

“I wish, but I’ve got a hot fudge sundae over there with my name on it. If you answer all the questions, though, I might be inclined to share.”

A devilish smirk crossed her lips as she dropped his hand and made a beeline for the table. “Not if I get there first!”

“Hey!”

James followed after her, knowing full well he’d share the ice cream with her regardless as they took turns answering their friends’ questions. Maybe it wasn’t the way James and Lily intended for the group to find out, but it certainly made for a good memory to look back on someday.

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