#so i just figured eh why not release it to the wild

[youwouldntlietopapa]

kissing prompt thingy: 44+50 for copia please, thank you very much✨

It's done! At... 1:45am. I'm going to eat dinner now and leave this here.

Enjoy!

Includes: Idiots, fluff, back seat make-outs, wee bit of sexy action but no real smut, did I mention idiots?

also available on AO3

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“No, no, that’s all right… No, I completely und-… sure. Right… Yes, we’ll be here. There isn’t really anywhere to go… Sure. Thank you… Thanks. Bye.”

Fuck. The tow truck would be at least an hour, if not more. And an added fee for being so far out. Plus whatever the repairs would be. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. But you could say, with certainty, that Sister Imperator would be demanding an explanation in the morning regardless. Wonderful.

Copia is still standing at the front of the car, with its hood open, steaming and hissing angrily. The car, not Copia. He is just making the odd noise and poking at a few things tentatively, trying to look knowledgeable. The section of highway isn’t even lit and the moonlight isn’t really cutting it. You walk over to join him, looking at the mechanical workings with all the confidence of a caveman with a cell phone.

“I think I spot the problem.”

“Really?” You look at him with a little more astonishment than was probably complimentary.

“Si,” he nods sagely. “The problem is I don’t know shit about how cars work.”

You snort. No matter how bad the day, no matter how screwed the situation might be, he never fails to make you laugh. “Perfect. I’ll call the tow company back and tell them we figured it out.”

“How long?” He nudges you gently.

“An hour. Minimum.” You tip your head sideways, resting it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about all this.”

Copia only waves the apology away, resting his cheek against the top of your head. “Not your fault. You didn’t make the car car break down. It happens sometimes.”

“I still didn’t mean to get us stuck out in the middle of no where, in the dark, waiting for a tow.”

He only chuckles. “I can think of worse places and worse people to be stuck with.”

“Oh, well, I will take solace in not being the worst.” You tease right back.

Carefully, you pull away, walking back around to the driver’s side. The door is still hanging open and to drop into the old leather seat. If you have to wait, might as well enjoy the rare opportunity for star gazing and quiet. The car groans in protest as it usually does when you press the release for the roof.

“Sorella, I don’t know shit about cars, but I think I can say that button doesn’t fix the engine.”

“No?” You laugh. “Well, damn. And here I thought I had the answer.”

The roof needs help folding back and out of the way. It’s only a little bit of a struggle before Copia comes to his senses and rushes over to help. Between the two of you, it goes much smoother.

“eh…. Can I ask why we do this?”

You climb into the big back seat and pat the spot beside you. “Come here and I’ll show you.”

He raises a brow, but doesn’t argue, climbing in next to you. Watching curiously as you slump down in your seat a bit, tipping your head back, and staring up at the sky. Copia waits a moment before following suit, smiling when he sees the view provided without the city’s light pollution.

“È bellissimo…” His voice is soft, as if he’s afraid to disturb anything. “I don’t remember the last time I was free to… just sit and enjoy the stars. Too busy. Too much work. Grazie, cara mia.”

For a while, you’re content to sit quietly. Pointing out the few constellations you know. Listening to the distant sounds of the local wild life. But the chill of the evening creeps up before too long and you catch yourself shivering. Copia tries his best to look like he’s not looking, though it would be hard to miss it, sitting so close.

“Do you want my jacket, Sorella? You look cold.” He cracks and asks.

“Oh, no. No, no. Thank you, Papa. I wouldn’t feel right letting you catch a chill.” Papa. You’ve known him long enough and well enough that the formal title only comes out during office hours and when you’re worried about overstepping. Regardless of how familiar you might be, he’s still… him and you’re still… just another Sibling.

Copia rolls his eyes and huffs, softly. “Ah… I see.”

“See what?” You shift a little to look at him.

“We are back to Papa.”

Apparently the switch hasn’t gone unnoticed. Or the reasons why. At least, whatever reasons he assumes. “Did you leave your position and not tell me? I’m sure I would have heard about it.”

He gives you a bit of a look. One that doesn’t particularly feel good about the poorly timed attempt at humour. “Don’t play stupid, Sorella. It doesn’t suit you. You forget I know how clever you are.”

“No. I assure you, I’m an idiot.” You sigh and nudge him softly. The silent gesture that’s come to mean something more, something you can’t fully articulate. When things are shit but at least you can know someone has your back. “I’m sorry… Copia. Thank you for the offer, but I really don’t want you to be cold because I didn’t think to bring a coat. I’ll be all right.”

“I don’t really want to be cold either.” He admits, finally relaxing again and offering a small smile. “But, maybe a compromise?”

Copia shifts closer, urging you to lean forward. You have no idea what he’s up to, but you’re also not really eager to be rude twice, so you comply. When he tugs you back against the seat, he holds his hoodie open, tucking you against his side and wrapping the jacket and his arm around you. It is, you’re forced to admit, delightfully warm. Pressed up against him, with his arm holding tight. The lingering smell of his cologne and… You clear your throat, staring hard at the stars overhead.

His other hand rests on his thigh, not that you were looking or anything. It just happens to be where it was. Quite close to your own hand, which is irrelevant, really. Just two hands, relatively close together, while you platonically cuddle and look at the stars. Nothing more. Obviously. And the way his finger softly nudges yours? Why would there be anything strange about that? No stranger, certainly, than hooking your pinkie together with his finger would be. For instance.

And if, say, that single pair of fingers, hooked together were to become a single pair of hands holding each other, that too wouldn’t be so strange. Would it? Or thinking a little too hard about how soft the leather of his glove is? Or how warm his hands are? What normal person wouldn’t think about things like that in a situation like this? None you’d want to meet, that’s for sure. Those are the real weirdos.

Copia opens his mouth, seeming very much like he has something to say, right before shutting it again. A process he repeats about half a dozen times while you pretend to be focused on the cosmos and he looks a bit like a guppy. Which is very cute. In a very platonic way. Because that’s what this is. Just… good friends. Holding hands. Cuddling. Staring at the stars. Not being weird about it. And definitely not commenting on the strained, awkward noise he makes before trying to hide it with a cough. Just rub your thumb, platonically and soothingly, over his knuckles. Like a very good friend.

“… Copia?” You hear your own voice say, which is very odd because you’re sure you meant to just sit quietly.

“eh... uh… Yes, Sorella?” He freezes in place.

Shit. I’m an idiot. Why did I say that? And why was it a question? Like I had more to say??? Your head screams as your mouth betrays you again. “… are you going to kiss me?”

“Do-do-do you w-want me to?”

Do I? I mean, I’ve thought about it a… normal amount. I’m NOT saying that out loud. Satan’s tits, don’t be absurd. While you got lost in a downward spiral of wondering if Satan’s tits was an insult to Him, your mouth carried on without you.

“… only if you want to.”

For a very long, very quiet moment, you both stare into space. Literally for once. Even your own head has gone oddly quiet while you’re grateful that his leather glove is hiding how sweaty your palm has gotten.

“… now?” He blurts, immediately making a face of deep regret that you can feel in your soul.

“Sure… or later… whenever… or not at all. I just thought… and then… because we’re… and the stars…” You come to the conclusion that Satan’s tits is, in fact, insulting to Him because your mouth is apparently possessed by a demon who both can’t shut up and can’t form a complete sentence. A problem you’re only just coming to terms with when Copia’s hand slips from yours to cup your cheek and kiss you. One single, soft kiss and you sit there staring at him like he’s the first person you’ve ever seen and attempting to copy his guppy impression. “…….. now is good too.”

There’s more than a touch of panic on his face which is, if you’re being honest, not the ideal expression from someone who just kissed you. “Mi spiace! I should… I should have warned you first or-or say more or something. I didn’t mean t-”

Oh, to hell with it. You wipe your palms quickly on your pants and cup his cheeks, kissing him again. Aiming for confident, it starts much softer than planned. Still half convinced that he was just being nice. But he doesn’t pull away. He leans into the touch and into the kiss, shifting toward you to make the angle less troublesome. His arm wrapped around you pulls you closer and his hand moves to your hip, sliding down to grip your thigh.

Copia breaks the kiss first and you almost make it to disappointment before his mouth presses to your jaw, trailing along it to just below your ear and down your neck. To the spot where your neck meets your shoulder and his mouth hits just right. Dragging a moan from the very core of your being. He pulls back and blinks at you in stunned silence for what feels like an eternity. Though it was, you’re desperate to believe, more likely less than a second.

“… Devo ricordare quel posto.” He says, just louder than a whisper.

Snapping out of his reverie, he claims your mouth again. When he leans into you, you don’t push back. You don’t want to push back. Instead, letting him guide you back down onto the cool leather of the wide bench seat. Your hands tangling in his hair, moaning into his kiss while your legs hug his sides. This is, you suppose, probably not platonic.

Copia’s hips rock against yours, moaning as shamelessly as you. By your estimation there are entirely too many layers of fabric between you, and it’s still not possible to miss how hard he is, pressed up against you. You legs hook over his hips, pulling him closer, desperate for more. So focused on the beautiful sounds that drip from his lips and feel of him so close, the rest of the world falls away.

Including the sound of crunching gravel and the squeak of an old truck door. The flashlight, on the other hand, certainly gets your attention.

Copia’s head pops up and you both squint and try to shield yourselves from the blinding brightness. Barely making out the figure of a lump of a man staring down at you.

“Hate to break up the party, kids. But if you want this antique towed, it’s now or never. I got other jobs waiting.”

“Right… uh… hi… we-we-we just need a second. Don’t leave! We need to tow. Just… one second.” You are positive you’re as red as Copia’s hoodie but, at least, the tow truck driver wanders off without a word to prep his truck.

Copia flops back down on top of you, burying his face in your shoulder, and groaning deeply. Less for pleasure and more the sound one might make when dragged out of bed at the crack of dawn after a long night out. “Are you sure we can’t just stay here tonight?” His voice is muffled by your shirt.

“Might be a little cold.” You offer as a very weak defense.

“I will keep you warm.”

You can’t help laughing, kissing his temple softly. “Sister is already going to kill me for the car. If I let Papa catch his death out here, I might as well throw myself on the mercy of the Church and hope she’ll burst into flames if she comes looking for me there.”

He snorts and sits back to look at you. “How can I condemn you to such a terrible fate, eh?” Still stealing one more kiss, leaning in close and lowering his voice. “But we are not finished. No. Only pause until we are home, si?”

“Perhaps I will make you see stars there too…”

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Devo ricordare quel posto = I need to remember that spot for later.

#ask prompts #papa iv x reader #ghost fanfic #MDNI

[admiral-michova]

THE BLUE GLARE~(my first world building/ writing project in years)

THE BLUE GLARE

“The UCC bred some of the kindest souls this system could bring to bear. And they’ve been revolutionaries, engineers, doctors, poets, artists all great minds and the like. Such beauty and magnificence and you toy with them…there are two houses, both alike in dignity. The saying two sides of the same coin always bothered me admiral. Do you know why? Because not every coin is spent the same. I prefer…”two coins in the same pocket” make of that what you will admiral.”

The man speaking held an admiral up against a wall in a vacant hangar by his lapels and collar, he was barrel chested and wide built you could tell he was steel colony born

“W-what is this?! RELEASE ME?!”

“I’d dare to call this an execution. Now off your knees. Die with some value. Seeing as the judicial courts can’t do any justice I will.”

this man, he holds the rank of deck officer, its a tittle given to those commanding orbital flight, dock, and take off decks for maintenance of ships or refueling and docking in general, he takes hold of the absolute wretch the admiral is by his shirt collar, their outfits are similar hence the “two houses both alike in dignity-“ comment. Yet the deck officers outfit looks slightly different, technically he outranks the current standing admiral and was in his position during many of skirmishes in their time from eighteen to twenty eight years old, bringing many colonies under control and quelling coups. His one blue monocle implant glares and swims with an Erie cold gaze…the admiral shivers and tries to fight back, he swings a wild right clenched fist to the good eye of the deck officer and hopes for the best, but it’s of no use…the deck officer tanks the haymaker like it was a spritz of water.

“You know-“

The deck begins to speak as he clicks his jaw into place setting it hard. It shows off the lines on his face, the way his jaw line was cut down form a huskier figure through years of yelling, orders, and fighting.

“If I were younger I’d tumble to the ground like a sack of rocks…not anymore-“ “PLEASE MICHOVAVICH I’D RATHER BE COURT MARSHALED BEFORE THE BOARD-“ “AND WHO DO YOU THINK SENT ME?!”

Michovanovich was more than furious, it was disgust, contempt, utter weightless distain. It took him a moment to find the next words to speak before he started again

“...I’ve been in the shadows behind you? longer than you could know. From the first day you usurped my rank, to the present day now. I have been the one dagger glittering behind you...that you failed to notice.”

with this Michovanovich presses a button, throws a portable light rebreather on the admirals face and tosses him down an airlock chute meant for taller cargo. He’s sucked into the void of space but isn’t dying, this was meant to scare him, there was no execution. Not today at least. With this Michovanovich talks to to the admiral using a comm unit on his rebreather~

“You got three hours out there. You’re spending at least two drifting. If you die it isn’t on me. You’ll be picked up shortly.”

“But I-“ “Should have covered your ass better. What you did was so disgusting that I was told if you were to die in this I’d have no court looking for me. Especially for the death of the subordinate you killed Arin. Death is a mercy to you.”

“Well they shouldn’t have-“ “Crew says they’ve seen you undress with your eyes before you perv. disgraceful depraved dogs like you are what’s starting to spoil this once immaculate organization.”

“…you’ll be tried for treason. All I did was give them good treatment”

Admiral Arin’s words hung in the air of the comm unit for a moment while Michovanovich laughed on the other end

“You know these coms are recorded right? And this time you can’t scrub it. That being said I just got your confession and made a mockery of you. Two ships one shell eh? The brig will see you in due time.”

“I’d hope you dead” “Awe so sweet you'd hope for me, glad to see it Arin…hopefully you don’t die out there.”

#writing #late night #40k inspired #scifi #sci fi and fantasy #world building #funny #original character #outer space #revenge era #space war #space army #writerscommunity #writers #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing process #writing progress #writing project

[zhongrin]

I also realized with your gif post. One more question, if you don't mind.

Can you walk through how you decide to choose what particular puzzles to use to drop hints, and what goes into making them?

You mentioned using that drawing of the earring to hint at the fact that Childe was trying to bring back Meirin's memories, the gif of the tumblr poll and your programming skills to hint at the truth, Ciphers, Hidden Links, etc.

I like puzzles and figuring stuff like that, so I wanted to know what your thought process was.

(Also at this rate, I wouldn't be surprised if you end up trying to do stuff like audio ciphers via Vocaroo or Musical Cryptography into your puzzles at some point.)

[ p1 ◆ p2 ◆ p3 ◆ p4 ]

oh boy…. honest to god, 90% of them are just me winging it hahahah but sure, i can elaborate more >:3

for the earrings, it was something that came naturally for me because zhongli → gems → jewelry, and when i was looking up references for childe to draw, i was reminded of the fact that he wears one earring on the side… so my brain made the connection and i thought “ok i can bait people with this”.

for the tumblr polls, oooh i want to talk about this, yes!!! you know those cyoa stories in tumblr made by the polls? i’ve always kinda wanted to use them as a medium to something.

so the first 4 days, i used them to gauge how people perceived coviello ー did i make them too tame? too wild? too sus? and i’m so pleased to see how the ratio keep dropping — because it means i’m on the right track.

i also purposely made the polls identical, so people will get used to the routine… and then came day 5. the two ‘good’s. just a little change. just a tiny teeny change that will make people think ‘eh?’ lol

and it just starts escalating from there.

by day 6, i knew people should have kind of connected the clues together and/or they needed the confirmation to their theories, plus they know that coviello has hijacked the polls, hence it’s basically just shoving you one of the biggest hints on your face.

and then day 7 comes (which, by the way, is somehow still gaining notes?? guys?? why???). at first it was supposed to be just a static image, but i woke up the day before it was due to release and went ‘wait. i can bamboozle them more.’ and…. that happened. lol

ciphers were a throwback from last ebg and i did wanted to bring them back, but not too much. so i just picked two simple ciphers and slapped them on the two hints ー nothing much to say there.

as for the hidden link, it’s also something i brought back from the last ebg (i put a link on an underscore and on albedo’s introduction post) but i made it a little more obvious this time.... but maybe it’s still too vague cause i don’t think anyone noticed until i pointed it out hahahah in any case, it is kinda hard to spot so i didn't place a very important hint there.

hsjdjskdjls i’ve never actually delved into audio ciphers. sounds interesting though. i shall note it down. thank you for the idea >:)

#rin answers #rin is having tea with: anon 💟 #rin draws

[zetawilk]

I put up an outline of the trailer for the Super Mario Bros. movie, guys:

[Scene opens on a dusty desert, the wind blowing. A figure steps into frame, wearing denim overalls. We see hints of a red sleeve and a white-gloved hand clenched into a fist.]

VOICEOVER: Nice of the princess to invite us over for a picnic, eh Luigi?

[Fade to black. We see a sped-up close up of some ordinary mushrooms blooming in the wild.]

VOICEOVER: I hope she made lotsa spaghetti!

[Fade to black. Open on a castle interior, showing us a high 3/4 overhead view. BOWSER sits hunched over a desk with a quill and parchment. We see a fire in a fireplace behind him. Outside a window, we see a volcano and a sea of lava.]

VOICEOVER: "Dear pesky plumbers..."

[Close-up on LUIGI's face from the brim of his hat to the top of his mustache. He is glaring angrily at the screen in a dramatic sort of movie trailer fashion.]

VOICEOVER: [That weird Luigi noise when he gets hit by a red shell in Mario Kart 64.]

[Cut to a science lab full of science. A WOMAN with BREASTS walks into view, wearing a lab coat and wielding brass knuckles. This is PRINCESS PEACH.]

VOICEOVER: [some bollocks about what you think is the first plot point of the movie but is, regrettably, a spoiler for the disappointing last act.]

[Various scenes of cartoon violence flash by too fast for anything to be made out unless you download the video from Youtube and try to freeze frame it, and even then it looks just like blurs of blue, red, and green.]

[A half-second clip of a CGI KOOPA TROOPA leaps down from the top of the frame.]

[Music swells, then stops. We see MARIO patting the shoulder of an off-screen LUIGI.]

MARIO: "Luigi...all toasters toast toast."

[Cut to preliminary title graphic, followed by a bunch of that gibberish tiny text nobody ever reads so why do they bother, also the rating is shown on-screen and is PG even though there's at least two gratuitous swears in the film and references to memes that no child should know.]

VOICEOVER: Coming [insert date of theatrical release except the actual theatrical release will be the very next day].

#Super Mario Bros. #Super Mario Movie #Super Mario

[djarinsbeskar]

PAMARTHE ARC 2.2: HOMECOMING (CHAKAVAL)

A/N: Better late than never! I feel I kinda rushed this part but it's been weighing on me so I want to just release it into the wild and hope for the best! Updates will probably be a little far between for the forseeable as I have to divide my time between Stitches and A Sensual Summoning. It is only temporary, but just a heads up!

Note: given the number of anons I have received and not posted recently about a) their dislike of Stitches, b) their dislike of medic as a reader insert, or c) general nastiness, I'll be taking a military approach to this. The sins of one result in the punishment of all. If you don't like Stitches, read something else.

Word Count: 10.5k

Pairing: Din Djarin/Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warings: SMUT! (unprotected sex, anal play, anal sex, anal virgin, overstimulation, semi-public sex) language, angst (incl. mentions of death and grief).

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“Kyr will be back the day after tomorrow.”

Kai explained as you all made your way out of the Tipsy Hart, the child tucked into his arm from where he had settled earlier in the evening.

“Why do you guys…rest for a few days, and meet us at the Seat once he’s back.”

This was the part you had been dreading.

The…living part.

The lull in the action and abatement of distraction. When you would be forced to exist within an environment where every turn reminded you of something else you had been trying to forget for the last six years.

The losses, the suffering.

The emptiness.

Your life had been split so drastically between your pre- and post-Rebellion selves. Before, life had been full of people and everything that came with them. People and their voices and footsteps. With their laughter and tears and arguments and memories.

After the Rebellion…you were a voyeur. An outside observer to the lives of those who came through your clinics. Never a participant. Never submersed in the messiness and candid fullness of a life spent with others.

In the last year though, you had begun to regain some of that. With Din and his ad’ika. Complete with new sounds and memories, but there was always a part of you that feared the collision of both worlds. The tectonic shift of before and after…and the fallout you would have to deal with in its aftermath.

Bantha balls.

You hoped Kai hadn’t noticed the way you stalled, coming to a stop by your hired speeders.

He did, if the pinch between his brows was anything to go by.

Din – naturally – was no help. Silence was the Mandalorian’s preferred language, and he never felt the need to fill it with useless fodder. It was a trait you had learned to find extremely attractive once you figured out how to interpret it.

But at this moment, it was deeply frustrating. Especially when it left you on the front lines of communication with a mind beset by simmering anxiety.

“We—Kyr packed up the house after…you know.” Kai tested warily, rubbing the back of his neck to expel some of the nervousness tensing his muscles.

The bombardment. That was what he meant. The attack that had killed your mother and finally emptied your family home of its last occupant.

“He didn’t toss anything, always said you’d come home eventually but eh—yeah, it’s all there, yours now.”

He was overly garrulous. Nervous chatter belying his uncertainty in how to broach the sore subject of death and grief. He was a damned commander of the New Republic Defense Fleet. You would think he was good at this sort of thing.

Your stomach sank, taking in his fractured words.

The house.

Your family’s house.

Your house?

Most people would be thrilled to own a home point blank, let alone a home that sat overlooking the north sea and surrounded by pockets of forest and rolling hills where pylbucks and nerfs grazed freely.

In your peripheral, you noticed Din move minutely. A shift of his weight. Natural – it always looked natural – but deliberate. It was a question in the drop of his hand to his belt, the roll of his shoulder back. A query that his eyes branded on your skin from where he stood.

What house?

You had – perhaps foolishly – believed you might get away with not having this conversation. That you could flee to the safety of the Razor Crest in order to avoid and confusion over why – now that you were on Pamarthe – that you wouldn’t choose to stay in your childhood home.

Was it any wonder that a bounty hunter of his caliber picked up on that discrepancy with a single shift in movement? You knew better than that.

Dammit.

You didn’t want to talk about this. At all. There was a constantly looming fear in not knowing where to begin. That the problem would continue to expand indefinitely like the universe you were all suspended in. A speck would turn into a rock, would turn into a planet, would turn into a star, would turn into a damn blackhole sucking every part of you into it, and crushing you under the weight of your own grief and trauma.

You just…wanted it all to go away.

“Maybe…maybe the Crest would be better—” you heard yourself try weakly, a useless argument.

“The harbor is hours away, little fawn—” Kai refute easily, rocking the child who was dozing like a natural, “Buck’s Cove might be a bit of a trek, but it’s still closer.”

Fucking Kai.

“It is late—maybe Nana has a room free—” you tried, valiant and desperate while still trying to monitor your tone lest it reveal the stress guiding those words.

Noticing Kai’s immediate confusion though, alarm bells blared in your head – too close – and you were forced to backtrack. It was easier to deceive by agreeing.

“No, no you’re right,” you chuckled, the sound thready, “no point in paying for a room we could get for free.”

There.

That should get him off your back. Only now, you would be forced to face the very foe you had been trying to avoid. Your gaze remained steady on your friends golden eyes as suspicion turned to concern in a fraction of a second.

The warmth of his hand bled into your skin when he cupped the back of your neck in comfort.

“Welcome home, little fawn,” he rumbled quietly instead of addressing your previous conversation, “and you are home.”

Fear creeping up your throat, you tried to suppress it by pretending that it didn’t exist.

Right about now…Rhydian would be calling to say stay put—that he was on his way to pick you up.

But the holotransmitter was silent. The dead couldn’t speak. That fucking silence. How different it was to the comfortable, effervescent silence you shared with Din.

This silence was the stalking quiet of a well-placed paw, expertly avoiding twigs and crunchy leaves. The silence that had a lone doe lifting her head from grazing because something just wasn’t right. The silence that preceded the devastating blow of an attack of fangs and claws.

You were being hunted in your own mind by fond memories that turned thorny with loss.

You nodded, Kai’s fingers squeezing lightly into your skin when you flashed him what you hoped was a convincing smile.

The younger Carria brother looked like he might say something else, but a fussy squawk from the child had him turning to Din instead so he could return him to his buir’s hold.

Something incomprehensible passed between the two men during the exchange. You couldn’t tell given that Kai had his back to you—but whatever decision the stag had made in that moment as the child settled comfortably in Din’s arm, was immediate.

“Look after our fawn?” he asked and your heart leapt.

Our fawn.

It was an innocuous word to focus on.

Did he mean ‘our’ as in Clan Carria as a whole? Pamarthe? ‘Our’ as in Kai and Kyr with whom you had a long and close history with?

Or…did ‘our’ mean all of the above? With Din and the child included.

Your brain grabbed onto the word greedily, ignoring everything else and focusing on it with the magnifying glass of hyper-fixation. In some shadowed place in your mind, you knew it was just a cover; the many definitions of ‘our’ meant nothing really. It was merely something to think about that wasn’t your house and the ghosts that walked its’ empty halls.

You glanced up in time to see the tail end of Din’s subtle nod.

His silence was so much more…soothing.

It was all Kai needed too, and when he nodded back with a quick clasp to the Mandalorian’s shoulder, Din didn’t recoil or – thankfully – sever the commanders arm. You never would fully understand the intricacies of ‘man speak’.

Kai gave the warriors pauldron a brotherly smack and – that settled – turned off towards the steep, winding pathway that led to the Seat of the Stag, throwing a three fingered salute over his head as he did so.

“See you in two days, lovebirds!”

Something was off about you.

Din’s suspicions had risen the moment the commander mentioned your home. A surprise, really. He never knew you owned a house.

It was very…domestic.

He wasn’t quite sure whether that association made him uncomfortable, or if his discomfort came from the fact that he didn’t mind equating you to domesticity one bit.

You played a good game, as though nothing was really wrong.

But the Mandalorian had learned your body better than his own. Even in the growing darkness of twilight, he saw how your gaze became distant—clouded by an unconscious fog. The strain at the corners of your eyes and the pinch at your lips he had mapped so often with his own.

Something was bothering you.

Something Din suddenly felt he should know.

What an odd sensation.

Neither of you had ever gotten this close to either of your pasts before. You had never been on Aq Vetina – Maker knew that would be weird – and the covert he was part of had already been scattered by the time you came to be travelling with him and the kid. You hadn’t even seen his face.

If he felt disconcerted by the idea of you encountering his past, he could only imagine what it was like for you right now.

You had…nothing.

Nothing to hide behind. No beskar shield to ensure the appearance of impassive strength. No impenetrable armor to protect the rawest wounds.

You had…

Him.

He was donned in beskar, armored by the strongest steel.

He could protect those raw wounds and tear-stained cheeks. More than that—Din wanted to.

But…he didn’t know how. What steps to take or words to say. He had no plan, and going in blind was foolhardy at best, damaging at worst.

He followed your speeder now – unusual things – at a pace far slower than you had travelled to the cantina with. The whip of your sort, cowl cape in the wind belied your speed. Sometimes, it seemed as though you weren’t even aware of it—a jump of acceleration when you caught yourself going no faster than an Alderaan beach snail.

Over ridges and through narrow glens, the uneven landscape would disorient anyone who didn’t know where they were once more discernible landmarks disappeared behind them. He didn’t know this land. He couldn’t take the lead, as much as his instincts might tell him to.

This was your planet. You had grown up here.

The intrusive image of a small girl – the child you had been – sprang to mind against the backdrop of your past. Grassy plains and windswept hair tangled with the leaves and twigs of your adventures. Small copses of trees that seemed so ordinary looked so differently when he placed you among them. Using the wide trunks during hide-and-seek or taking advantage of the high limbs to read in peace.

Then the image shifted…to that same little girl with hints of him in her.

His throat went dry and he shook the thought from his head viscerally, veering off course momentarily.

Fucking hell.

He was not thinking about his child. Your child. That was a damn treacherous road he feared he might not be able to return from once taken.

He resolutely trained his gaze on your back and away from the vision of a little girl with her moths eyes and fathers hair. Even distracted, you guided the speeder effortlessly down pathways and shortcuts across the hills on your way to a saddle pass between two long ridges of stout mountains.

It looked as though the waves themselves had ruptured up against the coastline—freezing in rock on either side of the pass in a daunting eclipse of unscalable stone. Pockets of woodland and smatterings of settlements blinked past you both, thinning out the closer you got to the pass until you entered it and a wide, grassy glen greeted them.

The farther in you led him, the more wildlife appeared.

When Din said the mountain ridges were unscalable, he didn’t take into account the gravity defying creatures that hopped along the vertical rock. Hooved and horned, the Mandalorian was only able to detect one such beast before it skirted back up the mountain, leaving a trail of scree in its wake.

Then, there were the most bizarre birds.

He only noticed them when the kid cooed at the rustling grass either side of their speeder. His thermal vision picked up the small, long-legged fowl – flightless, apparently – with a long beak that pinched the nesting material of other animals before fleeing off back to its’ own nest.

Thieving little bastards.

So engrossed as he was in the activity that nightfall brought, he didn’t notice how quickly they were approaching the exit of the pass.

Beyond, wide open space greeted him in a panoramic whoosh—stretching farther than his vision would allow.

How fucking big was his island?

He underestimated the size of the scope of territory your alor had.

Sea and sky alike clashed against the horizon, and it was that exact horizon you seemed to be leading him towards. There were very few settlements this side of the pass, none that Din could see as he scanned the area for threat anyway. Waves crashing in the distance grew in volume, a resonance of some great breast roaring.

Perhaps, a mythosaur once sounded like this. Like the waves of a Pamarthen ocean.

On and on you led him and his mind meandered back to the fact that you were leading him to your house. Maybe it was the realization that you had roots somewhere that wasn’t with him and the child that he couldn’t seem to shake.

Real, tangible roots.

Not an old gunship and a thin sleep mat.

You never mentioned it. But then—you hardly ever said anything about Pamarthe unless it arose out of necessity and even then, it was sparce.

Could he really blame you though?

Tragedy changed people. Like metal that was time and again re-melted, re-cast, re-forged. A violent process necessary for the person you grew to be. He wasn’t the same child taken in as a foundling by the Mandalorians, and you weren’t the starry eyed rebel you were when you left your home to join a war.

Coming to ride along the coast once more, he spotted your destination sitting pretty against the backdrop of that roaring ocean and stormy skies.

A house.

Why was he expecting something else?

It was…just a house.

Perhaps it was because he always associated you with clinics or the Razor Crest that he expected something else. But just a house, though?

Din wasn’t sure he knew anyone who owned a house. The people on Sorgan owned houses, he recalled—but your home looked nothing like the reedy dwellings made for such a humid climate.

Incompatible with the Pamarthen islands, the wind alone would have probably destroyed Sorgan houses in no time.

No, yours sat strong. A white, stone structure with small durasteel shuttered windows overlooking a dirt pathway that led to the edge of the cliffs it stood a distance from. It was big, and a sadness loomed over it that he couldn’t quite place.

A house that shouldn’t sit empty, but did.

You had slowed down considerably, hit with the same image as he had been. Crawling to a stop—the Mandalorian came to hover beside you, his eyes scanning your profile. He saw you swallow, eyes glued to the house.

“Kitten?”

You didn’t respond. Your chest lifted beneath the half-cut drape of the front of your cape with a deep inhale. The sea air was good, so he heard. Wait—you were the one who told him that. Must be some truth in it then.

He was still watching you when those pretty eyes flickered to his through the visor.

“Sorry, needed to catch my breath.”

Liar.

He nodded instead.

Choose your battles, idiot.

Whatever else he might have said was lost in the dust as you took off again, and he was forced to scramble to catch up—still getting used to these damn speeders that started up on a jump of speed.

He couldn’t shake the feeling though, that he was chasing you towards the very thing you had been running from all these years.

It was just a house.

You had been chanting the same thing since it came into view. As it came closer until you stood in its shadow, dismounting the speeder you had unconsciously parked near the empty landing space that was never usually absent of a ship.

At least there would be space for Din to land the Razor Crest tomorrow.

You walked up the overgrown path that was once worn down from foot traffic—but now hardly visible under the grass and weeds now covering it. Mired down by the thought of overgrown shrubbery, you didn’t notice the durasteel front door getting closer until you were standing right in front of it, the window shutters dark and lifeless.

You couldn’t put this off.

The door slid open with a slight buffer, stiff from lack of use.

It had been over six years since anyone used it regularly, you supposed.

Must and a faint smell of mildew defined the sentimental aroma of home. That scent you could never quite pick up anywhere else; the nostalgia and memory attached to it too ingrained in brick and mortar to travel with you off-world.

But like the pathway hidden by overgrown weeds, it was still there. The faintness of perfume after hours of wear, picked up for a split second before it disappeared again. It was still there though, and that was all that mattered.

One nightmare had been confronted and bested, at least.

The front door opened into the main living area where most of your family’s activity took place. A wide space for a kitchen, seating area and even a separate table for formal mealtimes that was hardly ever used for anything but homework. Later, it was the constant home of gloves, jackets and helmets your brother never failed to throw onto when they got home that drove your mother stir crazy.

Had…had it always been this big?

Your eyes drank in what the shadows and doorway of moonlight allowed. Generator was probably shot again. Sheets of preservative shields covered all the furniture but, at a glance, it appeared that everything was in its’ place as it had been the last time you were here.

Except its’ occupants.

The last surviving one was currently standing covertly outside the door, like a robber—contemplating entry and considering fleeing. Searching for anything of value that might be worth taking a step inside. Anything…or anyone.

Had it always been this quiet so far north of the Seat?

You never noticed it before.

Maker, usually this house was a clamor of noise. Half the time it was you yelling down the stairs for Rhyd and Rhain to shut up when you were trying to study for an upcoming exam and that command going unacknowledged as they rough-housed and used their outdoor voices inside.

Only when your mother threatened them with her ancient, wooden ladle did they finally cop on and listen.

They wouldn’t dare make a peep after that final warning. Or, they took whatever horseplay they were up to outside.

Why did you always tell them to be quiet?

A sting of tears burned the backs of your eyes, the ghost of your little brother racing through the room with yells that he completed the Hurdles and was now a real pilot. Your mothers shriek at his success as her ghost came out of the kitchen to wrap her youngest child in her arms—who, despite his claims of being too old for hugs, snuggled close.

A sting of tears burned the backs of your eyes, the ghost of your little brother racing through the room with yells that he completed the Hurdles and was now a real pilot. Your mothers shriek at his success as her ghost came out of the kitchen to wrap her youngest child in her arms—who, despite his claims of being too old for hugs, snuggled close.

Why?

When you hated this silence so much.

You yearned for the chaos of your brothers and the singing of your mother, while also craving the silence of the Razor Crest and the intimate pants of Din’s moans in your ear.

You just…wanted it all.

How greedy you were.

How naïve to think that was possible.

You still hadn’t walked inside.

How long had it been now?

Din was probably noticing your weird behavior if he hadn’t already. Which he probably did hours ago. You really needed to give the man more credit when it came to reading people.

What kind of excuse could you offer him though?

Sorry, I’m just having an existential crisis over the death of my entire family that I never told you about because we’re only fuck buddies but I’m actually in love with you so really, I want to tell you these things but I don’t want to terrify you emotionally in case you take to the hills and leave me in this silent house that’s the reason for you leaving in the first place because you asked me why I haven’t walked inside yet.

Wow.

That was a mouthful even in your mind.

And you still hadn’t taken a single damned step through the door.

What if your footsteps echoed? You hadn’t thought about that before. What if the house spoke back to you and reaffirmed that no, they didn’t just forget to take their shoes off when they came home and were somewhere else in the house out of sight.

What if the house echoed and confirmed that it was empty and had been empty for years?

What if it echoed…and you were forced to accept that they were all gone?

You couldn’t do this.

The only step you took was one backwards without realizing. The Razor Crest was fine, you had spent a whole year on that ship quite comfortably. Why bother changing things now? The Razor Crest was where silence was welcome. In this house—it was perverse.

“Don’t—” you heard Din begin.

You were dragged back to the present by a little green alien.

Wadding nonplussed through the small gap you had created by stepping back and into the home you grew up in. His little feet were too small to cause much noise, let alone an echo. He entered where you could not with ease, heading looking left and right at everything he could; exploring.

Din had obviously put the child down and was now cursing under his breath as he reached down to grab the little menace, inadvertently stepping over the threshold too.

And just like that…air filled your lungs and life re-entered your silent home.

“Dammit, kid—where are your manners?” the warrior sighed defeatedly as he scooped up the child who made it quite clear that no, he did not want to be in his buir’s arms. He wanted to explore every inch of the place, and had nearly made it under the first of many preservation shields before Din intercepted.

It all happened in a few seconds, but in that time the impossible became achievable, and you stepped into your old home that was once again filled with noise.

You exhaled, the tole of this battle exiting your body at the victory, leaving you exhausted.

“Let him explore,” you heard yourself saying, taking another step and another, until you were able to pick the wriggling alien from the Mandalorian’s arms and place him back on the floor once more, “it’s been too long since there’s been a child in this house.”

Shadows covered most of his helmet, the glint of moonlight along the curve from the open door shifting to the side to watch you. Then, a warm, strong hand wound down intimately over your lower back, bringing the warrior closer to you.

“You okay?”

Your heart fluttered. He had been checking on you ever since you came out of hyperspace earlier today. Usually, you would find it annoying, but this was his way of vocalizing his…understanding that this was fucking difficult, and touching base with you.

You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips as you looped your arms around his neck loosely to pull his forehead down to yours, tempted by the heat, “I am now…”

You could hear him inhale sharply, his free hand cupping under your jaw to keep your eyes on his visor. Thumb rubbing beneath your bottom lip, you caught the pillowy cushion of flesh between your teeth at the affection. The intimacy. The fact that you still hadn’t forgotten the way he stopped a handsy drunk from touching you and how your mother would probably have loved the stoic warrior and his son.

Your hands skirted up under the back of his helmet, wisps of wavy hair curling around your fingers and the flush heat of his skin under your hands making you shiver with the contrast from the chill of the house. It hadn’t been heated in years. While sitting on a northern coast, what else were you expecting?

“I have a job for you,” you smiled at his grunt of awareness, his eyes evidently more happily distracted by your body as his hand dropped beneath the end of your short cape to the swell of your ass, “since I’m shit at engineering, I need—”

“Wait,” he rasped, lifting his head from yours.

You blinked – blindsided – and held your tongue. He pushed his gloved hand into the back pocket of your tight pants casually, while his other hand adjusted something at the side of his helmet.

“Say that again.”

Now you were just confused.

“What?”

“Say. That. Again—” he repeated, slowly.

“I’m shit at engineering?” you questioned, the words drawn out from your lack of understanding and having no facial expressions to read if you were saying the right thing.

Din chuckled quietly, a husky noise that went straight to your cunt as the deep timbre embraced you with warmth. Well, guess you didn’t need the heating after all.

“Just needed to record that so I have proof that you aren’t in fact all knowing,” he admitted, victory lifting his tone. Somewhere behind you both, something clattered – sounded like crockery – from the kid’s unsupervised nosing.

You didn’t even spare a glance at the mess, your cheeks heating. This infuriating man, you—

His laughter cut your offense in half, paper thin and you couldn’t even remember why you had been so affronted in the first place, when he was filling a place you had feared entering with one of your favorite sounds.

When he was quite done, his low chuckles petering off into rumbling affection when he dropped his other hand to fill it with your ass too. He kneaded them casually and with such easy arrogance that it was difficult not to flush further and push back into his hands.

“You’re shit at engineering, go on,” he teased.

“Fuck off,” you snorted, leaning back with a chuckle of your own, “go see if the generator is working and if not, fix it.”

“Bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he growled, heating your blood as the sound travelled through your veins to inject your heart with the erratic thump of an atrial fibrillation you should be trying to calm but found yourself smirking instead, playing along.

“You should know that already,” you purred, “keep up, sunshine.”

“Keep an eye on the kid while I do?” he rumbled after a beat, his wandering hands indulging.

“Don’t I always?” you retorted.

“Mm…good girl.”

You really did flush as dark as you possibly could at that. The man was just not playing fair at all today.

You wondered briefly as he released you to brush past you to go outside, what had brought on such a touchy, public display of affection. For months it had be relegated to the darkness of hyperspace and you weren’t quite sure when it changed.

If you were to be logical, objective—and look at the situation as if it were happening to other people, your first instinct would be to say it was do to the familiarity she – not you, someone else – was experiencing on her home planet. And he – not Din, some other masked warrior – was feeling territorial.

Hm.

That made sense.

These people weren’t strangers to you; they greeted you through touch and in a language Din didn’t know. Beyond that, they didn’t know how to read Din the way you did. They couldn’t see his face or observe his dissatisfaction. Apart from fucking you right there in front of them, his hands-on affection was the only way to lay claim and, in a way, show how unavailable you actually were.

Ten years ago, if someone told you a man was doing that to you—you would have huffed and puffed and raved on about your burning independence and how dare anyone think they could contain that blaze by trying to possess you.

Din wasn’t trying to own you though.

Nothing Din did was ever indicative of objectifying anything, to be honest. His ship was his home, his weapons and armor were his religion, his ad’ika was his family and you—were his equal.

Equally desired as respected.

Such a curious sensation. Enjoying when a man became territorial over you. Enjoying it because, well—you did it right back to him. Like hell you would let any of these other does near him.

The flare of jealousy that thought inspired surprised you.

The shuffling patter of little feet from the kitchen to somewhere in the living room had you chuckling. Disarming the first shield of what you correctly assumed to be the dining table filled you with a melancholic happiness at seeing the familiar, carved durasteel.

A dull almond color, it was framed with steel carvings your father had painstakingly completed to personalize the piece that would decorate the home he made with your mother. Leaping stags and graceful does were paired with the feline beauty of the lions from your mothers clan. The table was an extension of the embroidered cloak he gifted her when they were first engaged.

The kid was currently mesmerized by the mighty antlers of the stag that was carved in such a way that it appeared to be supporting the entire table form where it stood at the base.

You smiled, sitting down cross-legged on the floor with him.

“This was always my favorite too.”

His ears twitched as he looked at you with large, starry eyes. A nudge of instinct in your mind told you to continue, your fingers following his little claws along the antlers.

“You see how many points his antlers have? He’s a monarch stag because he has so many,” you explained, the sheer size of the Pamarthen stags famous across the galaxy, “more than sixteen! Maybe we’ll get to see one while we’re here.”

He chirped, his hand wrapping around your thumb that was stroking over the stags wide snout. You couldn’t be sure if the little bogwing even knew what numbers were, let alone how to count. Going by the amount of food he could consume, you doubted he knew the meaning of too much that was for sure.

As if you could blame him. If you could eat whatever you wanted and not put on an ounce of weight—you would be a food monster too. You got to your feet, leaving the child to explore some more while you made your way to the mess of crockery he left on the kitchen floor.

Speaking of, you hoped Din brought some rations with him. There wasn’t anything in any of the—

Food greeted your gaze when you pulled open the first cupboard. Not much; bread, nerfmilk, cheese, some salted meats and—Maker you hadn’t had one of these in ages! The tell-tale bright yellow box containing twelve perfectly baked, berry stuffed buns.

Not just any berries either. Fiore berries. The bright blue fruits named after the wildflower that grew in abundance over the islands were some of the sweetest, most velvety rich deliciousness you had ever tasted. You were addicted to this flavor; in jams, candy, and most especially—these pastries.

Your smile softened at their presence.

Kyr.

You might have said Kai, but over the years of your friendship and the slightest period of ‘more-than-friends’, Kyr never failed to encourage your appetite for fiore berries and gifted you with them whenever you wanted them.

How did the rhaer have time to leave your groceries?

You chuckled, shaking your head at his likely excuse; not wanting to deal with politics and escape the Seat for a few hours.

At least you would have something to feed the little menace with tonight. Him and his father.

Just as you were thinking it, the power came on with a groaning flicker of lights and hum of the sub-generators around the house.

Huh. That was quick.

Light brought with it greater clarity. Filling the space with a warmth that had been missing in the darkness. Your eyes drank in everything, all those pieces of furniture still covered and the daunting stairway up into further darkness that awaited you later.

“Wasn’t in bad shape,” Din mentioned, wiping his hands clean as he walked back through the front door, closing it finally, “needs a new intercooler for the engine, though.”

It’s needed a new cooling system for years.

“I’ll replace it for you.”

Your eyes flickered up to his visor, when he came to stand on the other side of the counter you had wiped down in order to slice some of the bread. He waved your thanks away with a grunt and turned to watch the kid re-emerge from behind one of the furniture shields once he heard the rustle of food being prepared.

He waddled as fast as short legs could carry him and all but boosted himself onto the counter with…

Your eyes flickered up to Din’s, surprised.

Magic?

“Hey—kid,” Din crossed his arms when the child reached out a greedy little hand for the piece you had just sliced, “is this how you’ve been getting into places you’re not supposed to be in?”

“Looks like it’s not only mudhorns and Trandoshans that he can move.”

Din snorted, looking sideways towards the stairs. You saw the cogs working loudly in his head.

“Go check, you don ‘t need my permission,” you turned your attention back to the bread, setting it aside so you could slice the block of cheese too.

Din wanted to make sure the house was safe, but didn’t want to intrude. It was sweet—but there was a selfish part of you that wanted someone other than you to go upstairs for the first time. If Din was offering to be your scapegoat in that then—you weren’t above taking advantage.

“Take him with you—let him pick a room,” you tagged to the end, figuring that if the kid chose then you wouldn’t have to.

You were rather tired of making decisions today. You just wanted someone else to do it.

Din didn’t question it, scooping the little bogwing up along with a slice of bread for him to nibble on so he wouldn’t be fussy.

It left you alone; an eventuality you hadn’t factored in when you sent the two of them on their inspection. Popping a shard of cheese into your mouth, you focused on the heavy sound of Din’s footsteps above you instead of the dark corners of the house and thanking every single deity you knew of, that you hadn’t had to come here alone.

It was a nice place you had.

Din thought as much as he ventured through the upper hallway, checking there were no threats squatting somewhere they didn’t belong. Every room was different, but contained the same preservation shields that made them all look similar. Except for two.

One had the shields down. Pilot helmets of various eras lined one wall and the bed was turned down with military neatness. The kid liked it. Din had given up trying to make sense of the intuitive fondness his ad’ika had for the most random places and people, but when he struggled out of his hold once more to wander around the bedroom, Din knew this was once such place.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed and watching the kid explore.

He deserved something like this. A bedroom, a space of his own where he could play and just be a child.

Finding the bedroom to be safe, he left the child to explore his new found favorite room so that he could check the rest of the rooms.

The other room that was different, was the one that was significantly larger than the others. It faced the ocean—large windows with their shutters down blocked what must have been a breath-taking view to wake up to each morning.

He disarmed the shield covering the large bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Maker, it was soft. Very soft. Too soft? Possibly.

The shutters made the room pitch black, and while he could appreciate the view would be nice—he was more relieved that there was the possibility of removing his helmet even briefly. Though, he was still a little unsure of that—it went against every instinct to take it off when on-world, especially a populated one.

Was this your parents room?

Maker’s Helmet, they wouldn’t be happy knowing the man who fucked their daughter every night was sitting on their bed.

The frame creaked under his weight as he pushed himself back to his feet quickly with a mental apology for the disrespect.

The floor was easier to deal with.

Bucks Cove was a secret gem of Clan Carria.

Small, intimate—it stretched in a crescent of sand and rock beneath the hidden staircase overgrown with brush and brambles that led to your family home. The cove overlooked the wide, uninterrupted expanse of ocean stretching outward to infinity and itt was so easy to become lost in the idea of being the only person on the planet.

Towering cliffsides framed it with the emblematic white rock face that met with greenery at its edges. Smatterings of boulders – marbles thrown by giants – jutted up from beneath the shallow waters in varying states of erosion. They interrupted the waves as they broke against them, providing cover, shade and texture to the otherwise flat cove.

Sprawling several dozen meters from the base of the cliffs to the ocean at its’ thickest point—the cove could appear invisible as the high, dangerous cliffs framing it dissuaded most from getting close to the edge they would need to approach in order to spot it.

Only if you knew what you were looking for, or knew where those stairs were—would you know that Bucks Cove existed.

That was where you sat hours after you arrived at your house, arms around your knees and bare feet buried beneath the cool, grainy sand after realizing you had no appetite.

The little bogwing had taken a liking to Rhydian’s old room, spending his time exploring the surfaces and under the bed before the softness of the pillow proved too tempting and he was out like a light. It made sense, Rhydians’ was the only room that wasn’t covered in dust and preservation shields—the kid had much more freedom to play.

Someone else had been in his room in the time since Kyr packed the house up, and you didn’t need to be psychic to know it was Kai.

Din had been kind – awkwardly so – when he returned back downstairs after scoping out the house for danger. He had seen the empty bedrooms and the tell-tale signature of those who once lived in them. He had taken the plate of food you rustled up, a silent jerk of his head for you to sit together like you normally would—back to back.

A deflective “you choose” was met by silence. The warrior relented on the topic, which you were grateful for—going back to eating the cheese and cured meats you had laid out.

It was only later, when you convinced him that no one came this far north of the Seat and he could take a shower without worry—that you managed to go for a stroll by yourself.

Finding yourself looking out at the oceans of Pamarthe once more, you sat. Truth be told, you never thought you would see this image again. But there it was; Llyrian and Amhra’s eternal dance of wind and waves. The rush of water smashing against the rock and drowning out the loud noise in your head.

That was where the Mandalorian found you after he noticed you were gone once he was out of the shower, and worry began to gnaw at him.

You hadn’t noticed the time passing.

You didn’t make any indication that you saw him, but he didn’t try to mask the crunch of his footsteps through the sand, or the rustle of his cape against his back.

His shadow fell across you from behind, and when he crouched down beside you on the sand—the fresh smell of soap tickled your nostrils from his damp hair beneath the helmet. It caused you to look over at him finally, to that familiar T-visor you so loved.

“Hey,” you muttered quietly.

“Hi,” he rasped after a moment, reaching over the short distance to cup the side of your neck in silent question, his thumb gliding along the line of your jaw.

You were helpless to lean into the hold, that strength that supported you so effortlessly putting your mind at ease. Sending him a small smile, you turned your gaze back out onto the water, the night sky staining it black with the unattainable stars above suddenly within reach as they were captured in the reflection of the waves.

He shifted beside you, a grunt of stiffness absently alerting your subconscious that you should really check on his ribs and shoulder, before he sat fully on the sand and leaned back on his hands. A vulnerable pose, you came to realize. He wasn’t poised for any attacks, he wasn’t on guard. He was simply…relaxed.

“So…this is it,” you opened your arms out to the sea, sucking in a breath at the pitiful welcome you had given him to your home planet. All you had done was fret and complain and mope since you got here. Weren’t you supposed to be showing him the sights or something like that?

“What do you think?”

Wait. Did you say that?

It slipped out unintentionally, your eyes rounding in realization as they snapped to his visor sheepishly.

“I mean—”

“If you had told me when I was a kid,” he interrupted with a low gravel, “that planets made almost entirely of water existed—I wouldn’t have believed you.”

You cocked your head, curious—toes wiggling beneath the sand and letting the rough caress of it tickle your feet.

“Your home planet?” you ventured to ask.

“Aq Vetina.”

You never heard of it, but more than that—you never expected him to tell you its name.

“It has no oceans?” How odd.

He shook his head, still staring out at the endless waters.

“None that I can remember anyway,” he admitted.

He had made to continue his sentence—an intake of breath and rumble of syllables that lay trapped behind his teeth as he caught them. Considered them while you considered him.

You couldn’t help but feel that this was important. As much as his name, as much as his armor. This was something about his life before his Creed, much like this cove was your life before the Rebellion. And he offered it to you freely…

“I like it,” he finally said, surprising you with his candor.

I like it.

So simple a statement, banal some might say but you found yourself storing it away in the box that had always been filled to the brim with suppressed fear and anxiety. It deserved to have something nice in there for once.

Expression softening, you considered something different. Without him—you didn’t think you would ever have found yourself on these shores again.

“I used to think you needed an ocean to have sand,” you smiled, “you can imagine my surprise when I saw Tatooine for the first time.”

Din chuckled then, dropping his head with a shake at the absurdity of your words and your heart grew about three sizes too big for your chest.

“You weren’t wrong, as usual,” he snorted, sitting up to slide one of his arms around your waist. With a tug, he had you rolling your eyes with a vacant smile, as you turned to straddle his lap, “Tatooine used to be covered in water once.”

“So…what you’re saying is—I am always right?”

You were teasing him, your arms hooked around his neck and a playful grin a permanent fixture on your lips while he dropped his hands back to your ass—your legs spread invitingly to frame his large, armored thighs.

The man was obsessed with your ass lately, not that you were complaining. It was a decadent stroke to your ego that after so long, he was still ravenous for you. As you were for him.

It was evident in the thickness of his voice—the decided huskiness of misdirected thoughts as he pulled you closer to him.

“Unless it’s about engineering.”

You whacked his shoulder lightly to his amusement, regretting ever letting him record that. Though—now that he was wearing his helmet…an insidious little fiend inside you wondered if that was the only thing he was able to record.

“I was right about you, wasn’t I?” you hummed, running your hands down his chest plate.

That caught his attention, his head cocking sharply while he nudged your forehead with his own.

“Right about me how?” he purred, intrigued and failing to hide how much he wanted to know the answer as it streaked across his tone.

“When you dislocated your shoulder,” you reminded him, “I—”

You cut yourself off, embarrassed. That was years ago—how could you expect him to remember? How did you remember? A medic’s memory retention—that was it.

“You said I didn’t seem like a bad guy… he finished for you, a bounty hunter memory apparently equally as good.

Flushing dark, you dropped your eyes to nod slowly.

Maker, this man would be the death of you.

He gripped the back of your neck, not unlike how other members of Clan Carria would—but firmer, more possessive as he made you look up at him.

“And now?” he growled quietly, the hot air of his breath escaping under the lip of his helmet and skirting across your chest.

“Now…” your eyes flickered left and right across his visor, your hands finding his utility belt to undo nimbly.

Now I love you.

It was on the tip of your tongue, nectar sweet and ready—but your courage fled. You covered it with your hand undoing his fly so you could push your hand in to stroke his hardening cock and listen to his breath hitch instead.

Your lips parted on a lazy smirk, flattening your palm down to fondle his balls. Dropping your mouth to his neck seal and the delicious sliver of skin just beneath his helmet—you flicked your tongue over the tawny, freshly washed skin. He groaned—and a narcotic of power hazed your mind.

His finger in your hair, you didn’t resist when he dragged your face up to rest your forehead against his—watching yourself in the reflection of his obsidian visor and seeing the feelings you had for him reflected like the stars in the sea.

“Now you’re mine,” you whispered hotly, eyes darkening under the moons glow and basking in the feral snarl of approval it elicited from your lover.

“Say it…” you continued, his cock a heavy weight in your hand now, his low groan music in your ear while you ground your hips shallowly in time to your hand, “say it, Din--£

“Yours,” he panted out, voice strained and fingers bruising into the supple flesh of your thighs. His forehead dropped to rest on your shoulder, “yours, kitten.”

Pride filled you, an intoxicating wine you luxuriated in. Yours.

Stars, you wanted to take his helmet off—wanted to kiss him, caress his scruffy jaw and smooth out the frown between his brows with your lips. But the moon was bright as it bounced off the waves, there was too much visibility and you both knew it.

But he was here, and it was enough.

He grunted your name, his body a furnace beneath you as hot hands trailed up to the band of your pants. You gasped when he dealt a hard slap to your ass when you dared remove your hand from inside his pants, gentling him with a purr as you licked your palm so you wouldn’t be stroking him raw.

He was so solid. The veiny underside pulsing against your hand and the swell of his girth preventing your fingers from touching. It still baffled you how in Malachor he fit inside you half the time.

“Did you bring spare pants?” he rasped thickly, caramel sticking to your lips and making you swipe your tongue across your bottom one.

The filthiest groan left him when you focused on massaging the head of his cock, stroking up over it diligently and giving it the slightly squeeze to push beads of precum from his slit down to coat your hand.

You nodded – yes – and before you knew it, he had gripped the band of your pants and ripped the once durable material down the seam, your ass pushing out of the rip that widened with each violent yank until your bare pussy was kissed by cool air.

Fuck, you loved when he was brutal—when he used that strength on you. It was too fucking addictive.

You told him as much in whispered secrets, mewling his name as a lick of shivers rippled over your skin from the contrast between his body and the air. It didn’t stop you from grabbing the hem of your top though, and pulling it over your head—your breasts instantly engulfed by his hands.

“Fuck, kitten—I love these tits.”

You arched your back, his thumb running over pebbled nipples and the weight of your breasts in each hand encouraging your hips to work over his plated thighs as small spasms of arousal shot from where his hands touched you.

You submerged yourself in him. Eyes closed and focusing all your senses on him—sounds, smells, sensations…he was a drug you could never quit when every hit was as good as the first. Better even.

“Tide’s coming in—we don’t have long,” you whispered, pulling his cock from inside his flight suit to smack sloppily against your swollen clit. Neglected so far, each slap sent a frisson of electricity through you and caused wetness to pool, twitching thrusts and whimpers for more while he growled possessively.

“The tide can fucking wait.”

Then he was inside you.

Gripping his base, he pressed into you from below—filling you with his heft and giving you no time to adjust as inch by inch he sank into you. A moan choked in your throat, your legs quaking above him and every involuntary movement had you gasping with unrestrained pleasure.

Maker, he felt so good. And today had been so fucking hard, you needed this.

You rode him like that. On the shores of the sea, his wet cock sliding in and out of your cunt with every frantic lift onto your knees before you sank back down on him greedily.

The burning in your thighs didn’t matter. The stress of being home didn’t matter. All that mattered was him and you, on this beach in this moment.

Sea foam tickled your toes from where the tide was moving inland, a film of water creeping ever closer completely ignored by both of you when he gripped you under the thighs to flip you over onto your back. It splashed against the wet sand, hair soaked and body shining as he resettled between your legs.

Notching his cock back at your entrance, your head fell back into the sand when he filled you once more.

“Maker, this cunt…” Din growled, pushing your thigh up and opening you wider for him to drill into you.

Your moans bounced off the cliff side and tangled with the roar of the ocean as your Mandalorian fucked you harder into the sand. Like he was trying to bury you, bury every bad fucking thing that had ever happened to either of you.

Furious, desperately—he pounded out every second of melancholy from you after a difficult day, filled you instead with blissful nothingness as your mind emptied with a primal instinct to mate. All you needed was him. Him—inside you, fucking you forever. Nothing could be better, nothing felt more right.

Salt on your tongue, the ocean kissed you where he couldn’t. Lapping against your skin and into your hair, the warrior joined it with a rough tangle of his fingers at the base of your scalp.

Splitting your walls around his cock with every full thrust, he dragged along your nerves and short-circuited the synapses of your brain that fizzled with desire. They exploded in a collection of miniscule orgasms along your skin, to his growling praise of “take it, take all of this cock—” until it culminated in a cry of unadulterated bliss when he dropped a hand to your clit to rub at the little nub frantically and sent you toppling over the edge.

“C’mon—keep going, kitten,” he compelled you, refusing to stop.

His hips were tireless and his thumb on your clit even more so as the sting of overstimulation melted into pleasure once more. He had you shattering around him again in no time—clawing at his neck seal for purchase as sand dried and caked over your bare body and settled into the fabric of his flight suit.

He filled your vision and you preened under the size of him hovering above you. Consuming you. Claiming you.

“You’ve got another one for me, don’t you?” he purred huskily, slipping out of you with a squelch of wetness and a flush of raw nerves at the sudden emptiness.

Strings of release hung between you, only to be broken when he turned you onto your stomach.

You whimpered, shaking your head even as you pushed your ass up—onto your knees, and pressed your fingers between messy lips and pushed them higher. To your untouched rear entrance that sat puckered and glistening from your arousal dribbling down to it.

He sucked in a breath, your lip caught between your teeth when his cock twitched violently—jutting up from his body with unsatiated arousal. Stars, he looked like a god. The ethereal blue light of the moon and the shifting surface of the water casting curls of luminescence across his armor and helmet.

He belonged in stories sang by bards, awe-inspiring and immortalized.

You wanted a sliver of that mighty being he emulated, wanted his eternity.

“Only if you fuck me here…” you heard yourself whine, circling your ass lightly with two fingers, smearing all that viscous release over it.

Your muscles jumped at the contact – unaccustomed to it – but with a little resistance, your fingers breached that tight ring of muscles and Din groaned in a rumble so thick, so sinful—that you had to clench your pussy to stop from orgasming prematurely from just the sound.

“Maker, kitten—fuck.”

One of his hands squeezed the turgid shaft, his free hand running reverently up the back of your sandy thigh to watch as you fingered your ass gingerly.

Cheek pressed onto your forearm to keep your head propped out of the water, you whimpered when you pushed too deep—raw from your impatience and a twinge of pain the result.

“Easy…” Din rumbled, forming a gloved hand over yours, slowing your pace to guide your fingers in and out… in and out… “that’s it…relax—”

His voice was crooning the praise, even as he knelt up behind you properly—lining himself up and steadying you when you pushed back against his crotch. He hushed your protesting whines when he pushed back inside your cunt though, growling for your patience.

A harsh slap fell to your cheek, then another, and another when you didn’t stop—a snarled warning in your ear when he started fucking you again. Timing his strokes to the sloppy thrusts of your fingers not yet used to fingering your ass, he made sure you were always full.

Maker, it was so good…so fucking good—

“More,” you begged, arm cramping from the awkward position and forcing you to pull your fingers out of you to splash into the water beside you.

“Filthy fucking thing—you want me to fuck this little hole, baby?” Din scoffed, massaging his thumb over your entrance as his hips continued to piston his cock into your pussy with long, hard thrusts.

Your head dropped forward—ass pushing back against him and choking on moans for more while he pulled off one of his gloves to toss forgotten on the sands. He replaced your fingers, hooking his thick thumb inside your ass and the size of just that digit had you jerking with the pressure of pleasure it resulted in.

“Fuck—fuck fuckfuck—” you moaned, spasming around him, your knees trembling.

“If you’re too full now—you’ll, fuck—you’ll never be a-able to take my cock—” he chuckled darkly, his vocoder sharpening his voice to an alluring snarl. His words, however, sparked that competitive streak inside you even though the fog of lust.

“Don’t—don’t u-underestimate me,” you panted, leaning forward so his cock was forced to slip out of you when he withdrew. You were playing with fire as you crawled a few steps away, looking over your shoulder at him all the while, “I want you to be the first.”

You were throwing a cheap blow with that one. Looking at him with tempting innocence, knowing he was a hot-blooded male who craved your body and everything he could get from it. Being the first one to fuck your ass would be too good to resist. For either of you.

The Mandalorian knew what you were doing though. He groaned at the restraint he was being forced to display while he contradicted that control with the greedy addition of another finger deep into your ass, stretching you further. You mewled. Arched your back at the pressure but finding a delicious – unique – pleasure laced alongside the discomfort.

Dropping a hand to your clit, you flicked the swollen button to loosen your muscles, your hips rocking against your hand while Din continued to war with himself.

Growling something in Mando’a, he finally relented. And fuck, it blinded you.

The next thing you knew, the fat head of his cock – slippery with your essence – was pressing against your tight ring of muscles. He was massive. Bigger than he felt at your cunt. Rubbing your clit frantically, you encouraged him with panted reassurance—driven wild by his shallow thrusts between your cheeks.

You cried out when his intention shifted and he pushed—your fingers nothing compared to the girth of him as his head breached your entrance and had you fuller than you had ever been before. Stars dotted your vision and you couldn’t catch your breath, sharp pants all you were capable of when your walls throbbed around his intrusion.

Burning pleasure ripped through you as new nerves were ignited and played with, your orgasm brutal. It squirted over the sand with violent jerks of bliss while your fingers continued to work on your clit shakily.

Din was no better. He was quaking with restraint, planting his hand on your shoulder lest you move back too quickly amidst your orgasm and hurt yourself or—possibly, move away. He didn’t want either, he wanted you right here where you were, under him and completely boneless with ecstasy.

“S-so tight, Maker—fuck—” he groaned, the chokehold you held him in too much even for him, and it only took a few short snaps of his hips for him to come deep inside you.

You felt him in your throat—filling you with cum while only his head was notched inside your ass. You were bloated with it, shaking with the temptation of deeper but knowing there was no rush. He could fuck your ass an inch deeper each time for all you cared—you were floating on the reality that he did.

He had taken you the way no man ever had before.

“L-Love you…” you panted quietly against your forearm, arm braced onto the sand by your face while he worked through his release, grunting your name when his high abated and he eased the head of his cock out of you.

It made you hiss, a noise that encouraged his affection as he gentled you with a heavy hand tracing down your curves.

If he heard you hiss—then surely he heard…?

“Did I hurt you?” he rasped, leaning to the side for so his hip could support his weight despite the shallow water around you, worry laced in his tone.

Ah. Maybe not…

You shook your head, turning with ragdoll limbs to nestle against him and released a sigh of contentment—rather than the sighs of apprehension and loss that had been escaping you all day.

It was just another thing you loved him for, and you had all the time in the world to tell him each and every one of those reasons. Right now, his soothing hands running over your sore muscles and graveled words of secret affection were enough to get you through the night.

A night you had feared would break you in the end.

It didn’t because despite your fears, you weren’t alone in that house anymore.

Crack.

Freeze.

The nocturnal glint of vision went unnoticed amongst the underbrush, the noise and stomping and destruction of the party up ahead covering a misplaced paw.

Follow them.

Darkness.

Wind and rain.

Glass.

Tap tap tap.

Hello, child.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin smut #the mandalorian #the mandalorian smut #djarinsbeskar writes #stitches #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #mando #din djarin #mando smut #mando x you #mando x reader #star wars smut #star wars #pedro pascal #pedro pascal smut

[arc-misadventures]

so you know that episode of rwby chibi where blake mistakes jaune for sun?

Why not release something based on that, like someone else's reaction to that moment. or some presenter "getting confused" and putting a picture of sun next to phyrra's and how wild pyrr got when he saw that.

for your au de could you do better?

You Can Do Better Than Him VII

Neptune: Dude, Sun! I just came up with a brilliant idea!

Sun: Who said you could do that?

Neptune: Rude.

Sun: But, true!

Neptune: …

Neptune: So, anyway I figured out a way for you to get a chance with, Pyrrha Nikos~!

Sun: Pyrrha Nikos? Dude, why do you think I want to get with her?

Neptune: You don’t?! Why the hell don’t you want a chance with the, Pyrrha Nikos?!

Sun: She’s just… I’m not interested in her… that’s it.

Neptune: …

Neptune: Y-You’re not into the Pyrrha Nikos…?

Sun: No… No I’m not…

Neptune: Not even a little…?

Sun: No, not at all…

Neptune: Oh…

Sun: Yeah…

Neptune: …

Sun: …

Neptune: Would you be interested in playing a prank on her instead…?

Sun: …

Sun: What kind of prank…?

~~~

Sun: AAAAHHHH!!!!

Neptune: WHAAAAAA!!!!

Sun: AAAAAAaaaaaaa…?!

Neptune: AAAAAAaaaaa…?!

Sun: …

Neptune: …

Sun: W-Why were we screaming…?

Neptune: I… I don’t remember…?

Blake: We know why.

SN: AHHHHhhhh…?!

BY: …

Sun: H-Hi, Blake!

Neptune: Hey girls~!

Yang: My, my… you’d think he’d learn not to flirt with a girl after what happened to him…

Blake: Neptune’s a hopeless flirt, so no, no he would not.

Yang: He’s going to get a buckshot in the gut if he keeps that up…

Blake: He more, or less already did…

Yang: Fair.

Neptune: What are you…?! Ahh?! W-What?! I can’t move my neck?! Why can’t I move my neck?!!

Yang: Its in a brace, ya idiot.

Neptune: W-What happened?!

Yang: You flirted with, Pyrrha.

Blake: Badly at that…

Yang: Yeah, you upset, Pyrrha so much she uppercut you into the ceiling.

Neptune: The ceiling?!

Blake: Yeah, took half an hour to dig you out.

Neptune: S-Seriously…?!

Yang: Yeah… It was damn funny! His twig body dangling like a wind chime! Oh, that was awesome.

Neptune: …

Sun: So… What about me, why am I here?

Blake: How do you feel?

Sun: I feel fine.

Blake: Aura level?

Sun: Lets see its…?! 10%?! How did that happen?!

Blake: Last question: How’s your tail?

Sun: My tail? It’s… OWWWW?!!!!

Yang: It’s a pain in the ass, eh? Eh?!

Blake: Pfft! Y-Yang that’s not funny…

Yang: Then why are you laughing?

Blake: Oh shut it…

Sun: W-What’s wrong with my tail?! Why does it hurt like hell?!

Blake: Well, after Neptune was sent into the ceiling. Pyrrha, grabbed you by your tail, spun you around, and threw you out the window…

Sun: …

Sun: Seriously?!

Yang: Yeah; she sent you a good… 30 feet, ish?

Blake: About that much.

Sun: How did I survive that?!

Blake: Could have been worse.

Sun: How?! She sent me flying through a window so hard, I don’t even remember anything?! How could it have been worse?!

Yang: Well, Pyrrha missed…

Sun: Missed?

Blake: She was aiming for the wall.

Sun: …

Neptune: …

Yang: A bit of advice for your stay at, Beacon, boys: Never talk how, Pyrrha is too good for, Jaune or vis versa. NEVER!!!

Sun: Or else she cause great bodily harm…?

Yang: Pretty much.

Neptune: Okay…

Blake: All things considered boys, you got off easy.

SN: Easy?!

Blake: Yeah, the last guy who flirted with her, screamed so loud, allot of the, ‘eared’ faunas were partially deaf for nearly a week. Even myself at that.

Neptune: How did that happen?

Yang: Pyrrha’s semblance is polarity. Bastard who flirted with her wore full metal plate.

Sun: So…?

Yang: He had a cod piece.

SN: OOOOHHH?!!

Blake: Yeah, pretty much…

Yang: Well, we best get going. Have fun boys!

Blake: See you later, Sun.

Sun: See ya, Blake.

Neptune: …

Sun: …

Neptune: So…

Sun: This is your fault, Neptune. All your fault!

Neptune: Hey! You agreed to go along with the plan!

Sun: You came up with the plan!

Neptune: You’re the team leader, you’re supposed to stop me from having dumb ideas like this!

Sun: Oh, so I’m supposed to stop you from being a moron now am I?!

Neptune: Well, yeah…?

Sun: …

Sun: S-Seriously…?

Neptune: …

Neptune: Yes…?

Sun: Dude… No.

Neptune: Nawww…

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pyrrha nikos #sun wokung #neptune vasilias #jaune x pyrrha #pyrrha x jaune #rwby arkos

[myfeetkeepdancing]

A/N: I’m so soft for these gifs! Had to write something 🥰

Even though you were seated far apart from each other, you could feel it hanging in the air. It was only you and him. Usually, a press tour had more cast members. But Tom managed. With his charm and kindness, he persuaded the producers and Sony to let the two of you travel. A set of rules and boundaries was put on paper. Every press tour had them. They were talked through and discussed. A table full of executives and managers. Laying down the terms and conditions. What the consequences were if… You and Tom had no interest whatsoever. Had no ear for them. There was more to this trip.

Tom had mentioned it beforehand. Every step of the way. And it sure didn’t need reminding. On your way in the private jet. In the secret hotel room. Behind the stage. In the shower. You knew…

And of all the days you’d been traveling together. Promoting the next movie. This could be the day. Tom had teased you long. And you remembered the jokes vividly. Warning you as laid together in the velvet sheets. Naked and spend, combing through his brown curls. His broad and heavy chest pressed against yours. His finger trailing along with your figure. Exchanging glances followed by kisses. This was so much more fun. 

The way you sneaked into each other’s rooms. Send weird gifts. Stealing each other’s clothes. Taunting each other with almost posting a heated picture on Instagram.  The thrill of finding a moment to kiss his lips without others looking. It became a sport on its own. 

Now he sat there. On the verge of spilling it. His posture, the way he held himself. Wiggling impatiently on the edge of his chair. The white of his knuckles showing as his hands tightened around the microphone. While the flashes of the camera’s just continued unimpeded. Tom scrunched a small smile towards the crowd, before shooting you another glance. The exchange was wordless but nonetheless said enough. Every sense and nerve in your system was going in complete overdrive. His energy. His excitement. His smile. It’s all so infectious. With those dark brown eyes, he pierced your very soul, like all those evenings before.

You quickly avert your eyes to the translator sitting in between you two. Taking her time as she digests the information on her card. Beginning to formulate her question. You can feel the heat rising in your system. Tom’s gaze pierces you through and through. He knew full well what he did, and how to play you. You try to suppress your nerves and refrain yourself from smiling and further. And train your eyes and ears on the woman beside you. 

“You are man who takes a lot of pictures. Yes? But not all on Instagram?” She said in broken English but with genuine interest.

“That’s right, I’ve taken so many pictures. My phone is filled with them, from the first day at set to the last. It’s a great and memorable experience. Something you want to record for the future. And yes, sometimes I post a few on my Instagram. But I also want to keep a certain level of privacy.” You nod and smile. “They hold a lot of good memories. Good times.” Your eyes automatically move to Tom. “You as well, Tom?” You ask with a small grin, nothing of meaning. You can’t suppress the joy. There’s no helping it. Sucking on his lower lip, leaning into the armrest as his smile widened. The microphone slipping to one hand. His buttoned white shirt stretching as his muscles began showing through. 

“Absolutely.” He smirked. “I also share most of them on my Instagram. Share my crazy experience with my fans. It’s good fun. I’ve also seen (Y/N) picture gallery, and I know, (Y/N) can’t share most of them…”

“Well… I eh…” The taunt of itself wasn’t that difficult to reply to. But you couldn’t help the joyous smile spreading across your face. All as a result of Tom’s twinkling eyes. Releasing a small chuckle as you avert your gaze. Feeling the heat spread upwards from your spine and into your neck. The inevitable blush spreading across your cheeks. Causing quite the stir in the audience. 

“Haha, mister blush-blush.” The Chinese translater laughed as she motioned her hand on her cheek. “Very blushy.” Shooting you and Tom smiles back and forth. “So why you not share pictures? For example, trailer? We have not seen much of trailer? You have pictures?”

 “Yeah…I have.” You scrape your voice. Mentally kicking yourself back into it. “Yes I do. But I won’t share those. Those are private. As Tom mentioned.” Staring him down as you receive that cute stare back. 

“Oh! What happened?” She laughed, looking back and forth. Turning in her seat towards you.

“You know, some memories are treasured up here.” Tapping against your head. “Rather than captured by a picture.”

“Can you tell us more? Was it nice trailer?” 

“No, and yes. I… can’t tell you more.” You chuckled, your thoughts clouded by the memories from that time. A time where you and Tom had spend most of your free time together. Clicked together. Found each other. For far more than colleagues on set. Making you think a second time before speaking. “I had a wonderful trailer in-”

“-in which we made out.” Tom boastfully exclaimed, completely overshadowing your voice. Sucking in a few nervous breaths, licking his lips.  And seating himself upright. Awaiting the reaction. “For the first time.” He beamed from ear to ear. “It’s true.” Proud as ever before. “That’s where we made out.” Turning towards you. Your eyes connect, and you feel it’s okay. The moment was there. And it felt good. It’s alright. It was time.

And you smile from pure happiness. Nodding in agreement as the rest of the crowd goes absolutely wild. The camera flashes blind you for a full minute. As inaudible chatter and cries overshadow the both of you. “You started it.” You joke as the cheers and scream began to die down after a while.

“Not true, darling…” He said in his own microphone, voice shaking, before rising from his chair. Making his way over to you.”-you began the kissing that night.” His eyes sparkled as the tears welled in his eyes. Sucking on his lips as he tried to hold back the tears of joy. Pacing towards you.

“After you spilled that beer into my lap…” You shot back as your cheeks glowed. 

“I am... that clumsy…” He confessed wholeheartedly while taking your cheeks into his hands, slowly sinking into your lap. “Especially when you’re around.” You embrace the moment as the crowd goes absolute bananas behind you. Enclosing your arms around his waist and pulling him into your seat. “But that was also the only way… to get you out of your clothes.” He said in the microphone you held between your lips. Resting his forehead against yours. 

“Let’s not go into detail…” And lower the microphone out of reach of the rest to hear. His lips hovering closer and closer. Just like that night. “They can’t handle that filth.” Brushing away the small tear rolling from his eye. 

“I can’t wait to go home. “He smiled brightly, blinking away the tears. “I love you.” 

“I love you, Tom.” And cup his cheeks in your hands. “Let’s show the world.” And meet his lips onto yours. The kiss makes everything official. 

#tom holland x male!reader #tom holland x male reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x reader #tom holland #mlm love #mlm #male!reader #male reader #male reader imagine

[kishillaa]

SSM21 Day 10: Distant

"You'll write for me. Promise me you will." She said between her sob as she started to feel unconsciousness overwhelming her.

-

Being in a secret relationship without give anything away to Kakashi and Naruto, or anyone else for that matter, was simply hard.

Now that she is so far away from him, making it even more difficult. Him being at Orochimaru's hideout, while his darling Sakura is all the way in Konoha. Without even mean to, he has created distance in between them. And at the moment like this, when it's dark and cold and pin-dropped silence, all he could think of is her heart shaped face, her emerald expressive green eyes, and of course her beautiful pink locks. He does like how she looks in her short hair, even though he did previously prefer the long one. She had said that it got in the way while they're in the wild as an excuse for Naruto and Sasuke personally agreed to that action, although he did know the real reason behind the chopped mane.

And then, there's part of him that miss her that he wouldn't dare to admit to anyone.

He missed her hugs; Sasuke definitely enjoy the warm and comforting embraces of Sakura.

"Sasuke-kun. Don't struggle too much, please. I just need to hug you right now." She had said, with her teary eyes. When Sasuke was sure Naruto and Tsunade had left the room, Sasuke snakes one of his arm around Sakura's waist and buried his face in the crook of her neck. It makes her cried even harder.

He missed how she desperately asked him for dates too, in spite of their usual secret night meeting.

Naruto was there with Kakashi and they had just finish one of their D-rank missions, "Sasuke-kun." She calls out, earning his attention to look over at her, "Let's get something to eat, j–just the two of us."

And then something like,

"Eh, Sasuke-kun, do you think you can help sharpen my weapons?" She bites her lips before letting it out as she continus, "There's this new restaurant open in town, we can try the new food while you're sharpening."

Really, it gets weird over time. While he usually makes rude remarks and bluntly reject her proposal, he genuinely impressed with her effort.

Thinking about that, Sasuke remembered her blushes. He missed that cream colored cheeks changed to the color of her hair–or brighter, when something excited or embarrassed her.

Sasuke touch her cheeks, "You're wrapped up." he had said, gesturing at her wounded shoulder he had cleaned and wrapped with bandage. She has gotten stabbed by Amegakure genins as she shield Idate from the attack. At their closs proximity, and his touch, Sakura went red as she blushed. She tucked few of her fallen strands of hair behind her ears before she place a soft peck of kiss on his cheek, "Thank you, Sasuke-kun."

He most definitely missed their innocent kiss too. Sakura usually the first to initiate that. Only until he's comfortable enough then he will be the one started it, which isn't bad because he likes kissing her, and if that's not enough, then Sakura's delight expression makes it worth even more.

Tucking Sakura's falling hair behind her ears–which he noticed she often do before kissing him–Sasuke leaned down cautiously and cover her waiting lips with his, softly kiss her before he pulls away. He stares at her deep green eyes as he examined how she takes it before Sakura yanked him closer by his neck and kiss him for real.

He especially missed her coconut smell shampooed hair she had started to use after the Chunin Exam.

"Your hair smells different." He commented when they sat on the dock at the Uchiha district, his hand acted as a comb as it makes it through her hair releasing the few knots here and there. The pink haired girl was leaning against him, her hands circling around his waist as they sat side by side, legs dangling at the edge of the dock.

It was always very silent in the Uchiha district, and no one dare to go into the district, somehow afraid of the ghost of Uchihas still lingering around. Sasuke likes it better that way, especially now that he needed all the silence in the world as he sits with Sakura, liking the secrecy of their relationship.

Sakura makes a face as she pulls her face away from his shoulder, "Pakkun used the same shampoo I previously used. So, I had to change to this one, coconut with vanilla scent." She bites her lips as she looks at him from under her lashes. "Do you like it?"

"The smell?"

Sakura nodded.

"It's fine." He replied nonchalantly as he looks straight ahead.

Smiling in content, Sakura change to embrace his arm instead, tighten it a little and rest her head on his shoulder again, "Are you okay?" She asked.

That stopped Sasuke from his train of thought. Cautiously, he lowered his gaze to look at Sakura. Her eyes closing as a small frown cover her face, albeit she looks like she's comfortable with her head on his definitely not comfortable shoulder, "Why should I not?"

"Something's coming." Her voice coming out soft, almost like she's going to cry. "I can feel it, Sasuke-kun. This bond we're having, it helps me understand you more. And right now, something isn't so right. I hope I don't loose you so soon."

He had put his face into her hair that night, lightly kissed her temple and sniff into her coconut and vanilla scented hair. A few days after that, he left the village, leaving everyone behind.

When Orochimaru first taught him summoning jutsu, and he finally mastered it, he has sent Sakura a letter through the snake summons. It's probably risky, but that is the extend he is willing to make just to get in touch with her.

Right now, he is staring at Sakura's third letter.

Sasuke-kun,

I went to clean up your apartment again yesterday, and stopped by at the dock to uproot the grass and and clear up the growing moss that had started to cover the dock.

To answer your questions, I've been well. And you heard that right, I'm doing apprenticeship with Tsunade-sama. Training with her was hard; she didn't just train me healthcare stuff, she helped me sharpen my combat skills too, but of course, I'm sure it isn't as brutal as your training.

Speaking about training, Sasuke-kun. How has you been doing? You know I can't tolerate with you overwork yourself, right? I'm not there to scold you about it, but I hope there's another me to take care of you over there. If there isn't someone else, please take care of yourself for me, Sasuke-kun.

I know you didn't ask this, but I'm sure you'd like to know as well. Naruto has return from his travel with Jiraiya-sama yesterday. Kakashi put us on the bell test again. This is where it got interesting though.

NARUTO FIGURED OUT HOW TO DEFEAT KAKASHI-SENSEI!

I'm pretty sure you're rolling your eyes right now and think how could Naruto–our Naruto—thought of something to fight Kakashi-sensei off and won. ~I'm actually laughing right now thinking of you saying it, gosh I missed you so much~

But he actually did it. It was stupid, really. Jiraiya-sama just published the latest book for Icha Icha series, so Naruto just recite the ending part of the book for spoiler–Mind you, he actually did read the book. Kakashi-sensei eventually let his guard down and we were able to snatch the bell from him.

Anyway, I know I said this in my previous two letters many months ago but I am so happy you wrote to me. Thank you, Sasuke-kun. And I missed you so damn much!

This has gotten too long, I hope I didn't trouble your summon. He seems like he loves those rats I caught for him, though he said the exact opposite. He and you are so alike. See you, Sasuke-kun.

Love you always,

Sakura.

He reread the letter again for the second time that day. Just like the first time he read it, his face soften at the first paragraph, feels grateful for what she had been doing. It was one of not so many things they did together when he was still in the village, and in their kind-of-dating relationship; clean up as much part of Uchiha compound as they could when they're free from mission and Kakashi's training. He felt somewhat blessed to have someone like Sakura by his side, who is terribly in love with him, to company his lonely days and do things he didn't ask her to.

He of course rolls his eyes at her over caring demeanour, and non logical uneasiness regarding his health. She has always put everyone else before herself, that's what he dislike the most about Sakura.

At the part where Sakura predicted Sasuke's reaction to Naruto's idea, he couldn't help but smirk. She knew him a little too well, despite the yesrs of his absence in her life.

Sasuke touched the cursive writing of her name. Huge part of him feels content that, even after years of separation, Sakura still loves him. And to that, he is genuinely grateful.

For this time, they had to be distant. But when everything else is done, he promised he will go back to her, to the girl that he knew will always wait for him, always love him.

After all, distance means so little when someone means so much.

#ssm21 #ssm21d10 #SakuraHaruno #SasukeUchiha #SasuSaku #Genin Sasusaku #prompt #drabble #kishillaawriting #kishillaa

[julie-thefatones]

Ghost of You || Luke x Reader || Part 4

A/N: Your best friends with Julie, since the stamp was removed from the boys they are able to be seen by lifers at choice and can touch lifers at choice, but are still ghosts. You and Luke grow closer and closer starting to go from friends to more than that and everyone starts to notice, it just takes a little longer for you two to figure it out.

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3

Side Note: The song that Luke "writes" about Y/N is in fact Moving Along by 5 SOS look it up its a good one

Word Count: 3,088

WARNINGS: 16+ (Sexual References)

It had been weeks since yours and Lukes encounter, in fact you guys have barely talked.... Anytime you guys hung out it was always with the group and only the group and every time he would barely even look at you, you didnt really know what to think of it .... you missed him, yeah you knew that it was gonna be different than before but not this different... You were walking out of 4th period when Carrie came jogging down the hall to catch up with you "Hey Y/N! im gonna walk with you" She said in her normal high pitched Carrie voice, you gave her a shy but inviting smile and then hugged your books to your chest, you hadn't really felt like your self since this whole thing happened, Carrie could see the sadness in your demeanor "Are you okay Y/N? you have been down for like..... weeks" Carried asked with concern, you kind of sighed because thinking about it was hard enough let alone talking about, but you thought your friend deserved an explanation, you glanced in Carries direction "Not really" you said with sadness in your voice "Me and Luke had an... incident so to speak a few weeks ago and it kind of caused a rift in our friendship and now he won't even look at me or talk to me....." you sighed and looked down at the floor "I miss him" you said in a barely audible sad tone, Carrie came closer to you and put a gentle hand on your back showing she cared "Can I ask ... what happened between you and Luke.... you guys were so close, like it was rare to ever see you guys not together" Carrie asked in a soft tone trying not to be pushy, you contemplated on telling her or not *What do I got to loose* you thought to yourself then stopped walking, turning to face Carrie

"Okay.... you just cant tell anyone okay" you said getting close enough to Carrie so that only she could hear what you were saying, her eyes widened with intrigue "Yeah, I promise Y/N" she said urgently to insure you knew that she wouldn't tell a soul "Me and Luke......" you started saying, then stopping to look side to side, to make sure that no one was listening to what you were saying, then looking straight back into Carries eyes "Me and Luke, almost slept together... like it was going to happen but then ... Alex and Reggie Poofed in and then it was a huge mess and then Me and Luke agreed to just be friends and now we are here" You said in a slight urgent whisper, Carries mouth was wide open with shock with her eyes bugged out of her head "Carrie?" you said widening your eyes in concern to why she wasn't answering yet "Carrie!" you exclaimed in hopes she would snap out of it "YOU AND LUKE WHAT!" she yelled in which you immediately slammed your hand over her mouth "Can you not yell maam" you said with tight lips and wide eyes, Carrie shook her head yes under your mouth and relaxed, you released your hand from her mouth in which she started talking instantly "Im sorry! you and Luke what? why am I just now hearing this" Carrie exclaimed in a whispered tone, you sighed and continued walking down the hallway, in which she followed after you "Because I didnt want anyone to know .... I didnt want to make a big deal.... especially since Luke isn't even talking to me ..... I don't know... I just really really miss him" You said in a melancholy tone, Carrie looked at you as if she was gonna say something and then Alex poofed in right in front of you and Carrie, stopping you both in your tracks "Woah! Hey Alex" You said in a high pitched tone, you thought you would be used to them popping in like that by now but you weren't "Luke misses you too! hes driving me crazy" Alex exclaims motioning his hands from his head like he is going out of his mind, You just look at Alex not really knowing what to say, Carrie just looking back and forth from you to Alex waiting for one of you to speak again, Alex continues on with his rant "Y/N! hes so mopey, hes just sitting around all day writing in his stupid freaking song book with his sad Luke face! and anytime I try to ask him to do something or ask him what wrong he just looks at me with that face you know that Luke face that is just like brooding and HIS LUKE

FACE!" Alex says in frustration all while pacing back and forth in front of you guys, messing with his hair in frustration and annoyance, and then he abruptly stops in front of you with wild eyes, grabbing both your shoulders "Y/N! you gotta go make up with him or something! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Alex exclaims, you had to admit this was slightly entertaining you couldn't help but chuckle, but then you sighed thinking about the *You gotta make up with him* part of what Alex said "Theres nothing to make up, we aren't fighting ..... we just ..... I guess aren't as close as we were" You said back to your sad voice , Alex rolls his eyes throwing his hands up in the air doing a slight twirl to face away from you and then a quick motion back to face you "BULL CRAP! YOU GUYS CANT GO FROM ALMOST BONING EACH OTHER TO NOT TALKING AT ALL THAT FAST!! YOU GUYS NEED TO TALK! NOW" Alex exclaims, now pushing you toward the door, Carrie just laughing and then following after to not miss anything "GET HIM OUT OF MY STUDIO, AND FIX HIM!" Alex continues pushing you out the door, him and Carrie just standing in the hallway looking out the door as you walk down the street in major confusion to what just happened, Alex sighs "I really hope I got through to her but wasn't like mean ya know" he says tilting his head to the side as he watched you walk away through the school doors, Carrie tilting her head in the same direction but snapping it up ward to look at Alex "No I think you did a great job! very well executed" She said with reassurance, Alex snaps his head up to look back at her "Thank you, ya know I just ..... I really want Luke out of the studio" He said bringing his hand to heart.

As you walked down the street you decided you weren't gonna go see Luke, it just felt too weird and you didnt want to impose, you just decided to go home... you just wanted to sleep! not talk to anyone or deal with anyone! just sleep! you thought to yourself....... your feet dragged you up the stairs into your room, you slammed the door and face planted on your bed when you noticed something in the corner of your eye... It was your guitar, Luke had kept it with him since he gifted it to you just to keep it safe, but there it was, with its own stand and everything, then you noticed a note sticking out of the strings, you quickly rolled out of your bed to stumble over and read it, you gently pulled the note out of the strings being careful not to damage the guitar in any way, the front of the note read To: Y/N you could tell it was Luke who left it there because of the awful, but cute hand writing, it smelled like him and you thought that was a weird thing to think but .... you missed that smell, you took a moment thinking about the last time you breathed in his scent.... flashing back to the night you guys almost..... you shook your head bringing your self back to focus and opening the letter

Dear Y/N,

Hey.... long time no talk eh? how are you? I don't know why im asking that this is a letter not a text message..... anyway! here's your guitar, figured it wouldn't be any good to ya if you didnt have it. It didnt have a strap or anything so I took the liberty of picking one out for you, I figured you would like this one it has checkers all over it, It will match your vans... and my vans too! thats pretty cool .... I almost bought one for my self I think still might, look at us matching guitar straps! Reggie is gonna be so jealous! Anyway, I hope your doing good ... Oh! and good luck on you French test! I know you were nervous about that, I know youre gonna rock it! you always do

-Luke

You closed the letter holding it to your chest and smiling, you lightly lifted the guitar strap with your finger to look at it, you chuckled noticing that you were actually wearing your checkered vans today. You removed your finger letting the strap fall gently back to place, you sighed curling your legs up to your chest. You remembered that the band had a show tonight... *Should I go?* you thought to your self... you initially thought you wouldn't go, but it would be nice to support your friends, and maybe you and Luke should talk *Okay Im gonna go!* you thought to your self confidently, but first you needed a nap.

It was 7:00pm, you arrived at the venue of the gig 30 minutes before their performance, the place was packed! you knew you should have gotten their earlier, but it was hard enough to get out of bed to get here... wasn't exactly easy for you.

You danced along with the bands that were on before Julie and the boys, you noticed Flynn and Carrie across the venue, they noticed you back waving their hands in the air in excitement for you to join them, You grow a big smile and excitedly run over to join them... you hug them in a greeting, and just then you heard the announcer say "Please put your hands together for Julie and The Phantoms" the crowd goes wild, Julie and the boys had become quite popular in your town, You, Carrie, and Flynn made it a point to be the loudest ones out of everyone though. Julie entered the stage, alone like she always did, she made her way over to the keyboard and sat down. She pressed one button on the keyboard in order for the boys to poof on stage, Luke immediately starts singing while simultaneously playing the guitar "Thinking bout you lots lately! Have you been eating breakfast alone like me! Thinking bout you lots lately Oh are you moving along!" You had never heard this song before, it must have been new, Luke played and sang effortlessly, you didnt really notice the lyrics until you noticed Carrie and Flynn looking at you with curious wide eyes, Luke sang with such passion in his voice, he always did but this time seemed different. When the bridge came Luke found you in the crowd his eyes getting big but then locking his eyes with yours as he sang, not breaking his stare, singing "Scared of moving on, but you're already gone So if you're moving on, won't you just tell me? Scared of moving on, but you're already gone So if you're moving on, won't you just tell me?" As soon as the bridge ended he broke your gaze, you shook your head in order to get your self to recover, you look over at Carrie and Flynn who were watching you for your reaction, you look back up at the stage, Luke and Reggie were doing their classic move of sharing the mic during the chorus, then Luke broke off, playing the melody on his guitar with such... what seemed like anger, or frustration. You started questioning if you should have even come tonight *Was this a mistake..... he looks mad* you thought to yourself, now biting your thumb due to your new anxiety toward the situation. When the song ended Luke shook his hair which was now damp with sweat, and then he stared at you, you couldn't tell what his emotions were at this moment.... *oh boy, how am I gonna make it through this night* you thought to your self.

The band had a great set, after the new song they played Finally Free, which was one of your favorites, then they did Bright. You were really proud of your best friend and how successful her and the boys were becoming. The whole event was over and the place was now pretty much empty, it was just you, Carrie, and Flynn waiting for Julie and the Boys to come out from the back. You were super nervous to see Luke, you didnt know what to say, was that song about you? you wondered to your self.... in the middle of your internal crisis you saw Julie coming from the back with Alex, Reggie following behind all smiling and then Luke shortly after them, he wasn't smiling though, he was just anxiously messing with the hair behind his head. Carrie and Flynn ran up to Julie to give her a hug to congratulate her on the show, you broke your gaze from Luke in order to do the same, you quickly ran over to give your best friend a hug "Congrats Jules! that was an amazing show!" you exclaimed and then motioned to the boys "All of you!" you said looking at all of them, and then setting your eyes on Luke just a little longer than everyone else, he just shyly smiled in response "Thanks Y/N!" Reggie Exclaimed "Did you like the first song? Luke wrote it about you!" Reggie continued with a big smile and a slight chuckle at the end, Lukes eyes widened with annoyance, Alex just turned slowly to face Reggie, his eye twitching in the process, Reggie just looked confused at both of them "What? was she not supposed to know" Reggie asked like he really didnt know, You just stood there shyly, not really knowing what to say, Carries eyes widened "Well!! Flynn! Julie! Alex! and Reggie! I think there is something over here you guys should see its really cool?" Carrie said breaking the awkward tension, or trying to at least, motioning everyone in to the other side of the venue in order to give you and Luke some privacy "Why whats over here?" Reggie asked confused, in which Alex pulled his arm with annoyance rolling his eyes "Just come on reg!" Alex said with a frustrated tone pulling him in the direction Carrie was leading everyone. Soon enough they all disappeared behind a curtain on the other side of the venue, You turned to look at Luke who had his hands in his front pockets, he looked up to make eye contact with you, a half smile appeared on his face as you guys shared a look, you couldn't help but smile a little too. Luke lifted one leg up and then hoped forward to get closer to you "Soooo....." He said as if he didnt know what to do next, You put your hands in your back pockets, then motioned your shoulders forward a little "Sooooo" You echoed back to him, he chuckled "Did you like the show?" He said motioning toward the stage, you nodded your head yes "Yeah!! you guys rocked it as usual" You said, you felt awkward because you had so many things you wanted to say but you didnt want to overwhelm him or feel like you were over stepping, He made a slight whistle shaking his head yes then looking down at his foot which was resting on its heel motioning side to side, "Was that song really about me?" You blurted out with out even thinking, or realizing what you were doing, Luke froze and then looked up with wide eyes, his lips still pursed from whistling and then he relaxed his position putting his foot down and removing his hands from his pockets "Okay, we're just gonna jump right into it..... yeah! it was" he said with a slightly frustrated tone, you bit your lip not really understanding "Wh- why?" you asked truly wondering why he wrote it, you guys both agreed to be friends and you guys never dated so what was there to move on from, he looked at you scrunching his eyebrows together "Why?" He said back confused to why you were confused, you don't know why but you were getting angry "Yeah!" You said throwing your hands in the air "Why Luke! Why everything! Why have you been avoiding me! why have you been so absent!!!" You exclaimed, starting to tear up "So what we almost slept together! BIG DEAL! THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU HAVE TO CUT ME OFF! THAT DOESNT ME YOU

HAVE TO

TURN AWAY FROM ME!" You didnt realize it but you were yelling, tears were streaming down your face, you wiped your tears with the sleeve of your jacket "I missed you so much..... so much Luke..... so yeah why?" you said softer with a crack in your voice, Luke bit his lip in frustration "You wanna know why?!" he exclaimed moving one step closer to you "Because you mean more to me than I could ever imagine someone meaning to me, youre the most amazing person I have ever met!" He exclaimed, now him growing tears in his eyes "AND WHEN YOU KEPT SAYING WE'RE JUST FRIENDS IT EFFING BROKE ME INSIDE BECAUSE IM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU THAT IT HURTS! OKAY! THAT THE FACT YOU DONT WANT ANYTHING MORE THAN JUST FRIEND SHIP KILLS ME INSIDE! SO YEAH I AVOIDED SEEING YOU BECAUSE EVERYTIME I SAW YOU THE PAIN WAS UNBEARABLE BECAUSE ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS GRAB YOU AND HOLD YOU IN MY ARMS AND CALL YOU MINE!" He yelled, grabbing his hair in frustration "There ya go! thats why!" he exclaimed finishing his statement, You stood there gathering the ends of your jacket sleeve in your fists, looking at Luke with red puffy eyes, and before you could respond Luke picked up his guitar, wiped his eyes and poofed out.

#Luke Patterson #Luke Patterson x reader #luke patterson x y/n #Luke Patterson fanfic #Luke Patterson fan fiction #Jatp luke #jatp Luke fanfic #jatp Luke x reader #jatp Luke x y/n #Charlie gillespie #Marys fanfic #Charlie Gillespie luke

[ga-yuu]

~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 23~

Chapter 22

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-------Part 1-------

Akihito: “I want to apologize to you. You can hate me all you want. One more curse on me now won’t make much difference.”

(What are you going to me....?)

A gently outstretched hand touches my hair as gently as if he was guilty....and then quickly moves away.

Akihito-sama stood up and his smile was already gone.

Akihito: "-----Yasuchika. Give her the treatment as planned."

Yasuchika: "....As you wish."

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Yoritomo: "Kagetoki, have you received any new information?"

Kagetoki: "Just now."

During the march of the main body of the Shogunate, Kagetoki, who was talking to a messenger soldier, lined up next to Yoritomo's horse.

Kagetoki: "It is not good news. The advance party, which has reached its destination, has begun to fight the Rebels ahead of us."

After a moment's silence, Yoritomo processes the information without expressing any emotion.

Yoritomo: "Is Yoshino safe?"

Kagetoki: "Tamamo intervened, but she was taken away by the enemy demon and Yasuchika-dono. He and Kurama, who was also at the scene of the battle, will join us."

Yoritomo: "-----Kurama. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."

Kagetoki: "At least, the Imperial Court seems to have planned to kill Kurama on the spot. By making Tamamo the forerunner, we were able to throw a wrench in their calculations. Let us widen the gap little by little, and completely destroy the intentions of the Court."

Yoritomo: "I get it. Kagetoki, you're in your element. When we get to the battlefield, you'll be in charge of finding out what's going on and controlling the troops."

Kagetoki: "Understood. What about Yoritomo-sama?"

Yoritomo: "It's obvious. I take every trick."

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At the same time----The Rebels were also hurrying their horses towards the battlefield.

Benkei: "You don't look good, Yoshitsune-sama."

Yoshitsune: "....Benkei."

Benkei, who had come running up, was the first to sense that something was wrong with Yoshitsune.

Benkei: "Are you worried about Kurama?"

Yoshitsune: "I can't hide anything from you."

Giving up on hiding, Yoshitsune shrugs his shoulder.

Yoshitsune: "The one incident in which the envoy with Yoshino and the advance party was attacked by the Shogunate was a trap set by the Imperial Court. I know Kurama's life is safe because our deal is not broken....I can't help but have a bad feeling about all of this."

Benkei cajoles, at Yoshitsune's muttering.

Benkei: "We will always help Kurama no matter what. He's one of us."

Yoshitsune: ".....Yeah, thank you Benkei."

Benkei: "Kurama is lucky to be thought of so highly by Yoshitsune-sama."

Yoshitsune smiles faintly at Benkei's sorrowful words.

Yoshitsune: "I'm sure I'm the one who's getting lucky. Kurama taught me how to fight when I was just a child. He gave me strength. That also led me to a path where I met you guys."

Benkei: "....Yoshitsune-sama."

On the back of his horse, Yoshitsune looked quietly into the distance.

Yoshitsune: "I owe Kurama too much. I'm always trying to figure out how to pay it back."

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(...Nnn....it hurts...what..is happening to me now?)

I struggled to keep my head above water.

(Yasuchika-san...did some kind of....magic spell...on me after that....)

Ibuki: "You'd better take it easy, Yoshino."

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Ibuki: "You'd better take it easy, Yoshino. Your body is not normal right now.”

Ibuki was looking down at me as I lay in the tent.

Yoshino: “Yasuchika..san..and  Akihito..san...”

Ibuki: “Yasuchika is no longer useful for the time being because of the large amount of spell applied on you and Akihito is busy planning and preparing his own traps. If you need someone to talk to, you’ll be glad to know that I’m available.”

When I looked down at the body, I saw a mysterious purple thread of light wrapped around it.

It bites and creaks when I move.

Yoshino: “What did they do to me?”

Ibuki: “Curious? You’re going to be our puppet?”

Ibuki wipes the sweat from my forehead with a hand towel.

Ibuki: “Yasuchika’s spells seem to be slowly getting used to your body, I think. Soon your powers will be out of control.”

(Out of control!?)

Ibuki: “You can’t normally handle a demonic power past human capacity. Do you know about that?”

Wanting a bit of information, I answered his question.

Yoshino: “....If I draw out too much magic power, my own body will be destroyed.”

(That’s why I can’t use foxfire or Kotodama. All I can do is ‘take away another demon’s powers.’)

I repeated the same words Tamamo taught me, in my head.

Then, an unpleasant premonition ran cold on my spine.

Ibuki: “Yasuchika’s power breaks the circuits of your power and at the same time stops your body from disintegrating. In return, you’ll surrender control of your body to us.”

Yoshino: “So that’s your puppet....?”

Ibuki: “Doesn’t that sound fun...? You’ll also be able to try out different fox powers lavishly.”

(....No, it isn’t.)

Yoshino: “You’ll also make me attack my allies, won’t you?”

Ibuki: “Not just your allies, but the Rebels too. The Imperial Court wants the Shogunate and the Rebels to fall together. You are a pawn in the process.”

(...... I can’t allow that to happen.)

But the fact is that all I can do is lay here and I can’t even lift a finger.

I could feel the purple light slowly seeping into my body, like despair.

(I know intuitively. When this light is extinguished, the process is complete and my demonic powers will be out of control.)

(Is there any way to escape?)

Ibuki: “Want some help?”

Yoshino: “Eh?”

Ibuki: “If you make a deal with me, I’ll release you from this pain.”

A sweet whisper strikes my ear as if my thoughts were read.

Yoshino: “What’s its......the deal?”

Ibuki: “We’ll lure Yoritomo and Yoshitsune out first and kill them. Even though you’re yet to be our puppet, your abilities are more accurate and powerful when they are in your agreement. If you crush the heads of both armies, the limbs will stop. The rest of the army will be spared.”

(Kill Yoritomo and Yoshitsune to save many others....?)

Ibuki: “What do you say? It’s easy to kill two people than to kill two whole armies, right? The others will surely understand. You will be the hero who saves the worst.”

I purse my lips and think of all the possibilities.

And----

Yoshino: “I’m not in the deal.”

Ibuki: “......Ohh. Can I ask why?”

--------Part 3--------

Yoshino: “I’m not in the deal.”

Ibuki: “......Ohh. Can I ask why?”

Yoshino: “Kurama told me once that you have a habit of taking pleasure in corrupting people.”

(From what I could see,...Ibuki took pleasure in hurting Kurama.)

Yoshino: “You Ibuki...you can’t be trusted.”

Ibuki’s eyes narrowed bewitchingly as he tests me.

Ibuki: “Are you really going to believe the Rebels and Kurama? Who is a demon like me? I suppose he’s a bit like me when it comes to natural inclinations. He has also been toying with you.”

(I can’t deny that. But still.)

Yoshino: “....Kurama never lies. Not to others and not to himself. Kurama, who was eager to challenge Tamamo, left you. I think it proves that Ibuki has done something very wrong to Kurama.”

When I have finally finished, I exhaled long enough to relieve the physical pain.

Yoshino: “Even if Yoritomo and Yoshitsune die, this war will not stop. Ibuki knew that and tried to deceive me, right?”

Ibuki: “-----I’m listening. Go on.”

Ibuki’s eyes turned to me for the first time, as if he was seriously intrigued.

Yoshino: “Because the two of them have such a great influence....If they die, the army will run wild with sorrow and anger, and this war will burn until everyone is ashes.”

(In the Shogunate and even in the Rebels....I’ve seen with my own eyes how many people adore the two of them.)

Ibuki: “So that’s it. Apparently, you’re not as ordinary as you look. Ordinary people lose their cool in the face of confusion and despair if they are induced by sweet talk.”

Yoshino: “What...are you up to...now?”

I glared at Ibuki.

Ibuki: “You must be in a lot of pain, but you’re strong. I like you. I can’t wait to see your face when you cry.”

(....He looks so serious.)

His eyes remind me of Kurama, though they don’t look much alike.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1. Remember Kurama’s face.

2. Remember Kurama’s voice.

3. Remember Kurama’s strength.(+4/+4)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(------Kurama.)

When I call your name in my heart, I feel strangely courageous.

(-----Kurama does not give in to anyone.)

(As long as the longing I had that day lives on in my heart, my heart will not die either.)

Ibuki: “What happened? Why are you suddenly so quiet?”

Yoshino: “I....will never despair in your presence.”

Ibuki: “What?”

(I’m really trying hard to hold on to my frustration.)

I feel like I’m going crazy like my body is being transformed even as I’m doing this.

(At least I want to have my heart as my own.)

Yoshino: “I will prove to you the strength of humans that I believe in.”

(The man I love, my enemy-----to live a life without shame for Kurama.)

I looked at Ibuki as if to challenge him while feeling the pain running through my body.

Ibuki: “.................. Interesting. Then let’s play that game.”

A mysterious heat lights up behind Ibuki’s eyes.

The usual sarcastic smile had disappeared.

Ibuki: “Show me what you’re really made of.”

--------Part 4-------

Ibuki: “Show me what you’re really made of.”

(Is this your true face...Ibuki?)

I couldn’t help but notice the serious expression on the demon’s face who loves to play with humans.

......................................

Ibuki: “Do you know what you’re gonna do here?”

Sometime later I was carried out of the tent and onto the battlefield.

Yoshino: “Let...go...”

Ibuki: “You should enjoy your limited freedom while you can. Be grateful that I’m helping you.”

It’s frustrating, but my body can’t stand up on its own anymore.

(....If I had been on the battlefield, I would have been irretrievably injured....)

Ibuki: “Oh look, aren’t they Shogunate soldiers. Let’s kill them first.”

Yoshino: “.....!”

Shogunate soldier 1: “Yoshino-san!?”

The other side recognized me and rushes towards me.

Yoshino: “No! DON’T COME CLOSER!!

Ibuki puts his palm on my back as I scream.

(I feel...hot....)

I could see an intricate pattern glowing on my chest.

Ibuki: “Attack!”

(I won’t....)

Shogunate soldier 1: “Yoshino-san, what are you...?”

Yoshino: “RUN AWAY! NOW!!”

With a sensation of weakness in the whole body, a blue flame appeared in the air.

It lights up everyone’s face with spitefulness.

(Foxfire-----)

Shogunate soldier: “What the hell!?”

Yoshino: “DON’T COME...CLOSER...”

Shaking my head, I could see the silvery hair swaying from the corner of my eye.

(I hate this. I hate this. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I hate this!)

The bones scream when I remind myself to dam up the overflowing spell.

The trajectory of the exploding foxfire just barely deflected and gouged the ground beneath the soldiers’ feet.

Ibuki: “....Did you deflect it on your own?”

(It worked this time...)

(But even I can make foxfire. That’s crazy----)

(If I hit any one of them, they’ll die.)

I realized the horrors of Yasuchika-san’s spell.

Through the still rising cloud of dust, we could see the soldiers running away.

(....! Some are limping. Even though they escaped a direct hit.)

When I got that far into the situation, I reached the limit of being uptight and fell to my knees.

Ibuki pulled me up and holds my body.

Ibuki: “Are you using your willpower to overthrow the spell?”

Yoshino: “Ibuki said...the accuracy and power of the spell...will be greater if the intentions are the same. So...I’ll keep resisting...”

Ibuki: “Yasuchika’s spell is solid. No matter how hard you fight, one day you will be defeated. If you resist, the spell will put you in place and your body will collapse.”

(I’m scared...when I think I’d die...)

Yoshino: “.....But it’s better than giving up.”

Ibuki: “......You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

Ibuki frowns as if he was been caught off guard.

Ibuki: “Who are you? Where in this body do you get this energy?”

Yoshino: “I’m just a human. So I’ll always do the best I can.”

My hair, wet with cold sweat, sticks to my cheeks, which is depressing.

Ibuki: “-----We’re moving.”

The frustration of being held like a real doll, unable to move, was overwhelming.

Ibuki puts me on a horse and we rode through the battlefield......

.....................

Ibuki: “I think you’ve reached your limit.”

Yoshino: “Haa......ah......”

(What...was I doing...?)

(Fight...no, attack everyone..)

(How long...has..passed..?)

We met both the Shogunate and the Rebel soldiers on the way, and each time I attacked them with foxfire just barely managing to deflect it.

It’s strange that I was able to keep conscious.

Yoshino: “I haven’t killed....anyone...yet, right?”

Ibuki: “You don’t even know what you’re doing anymore, do you?”

I clenched my teeth and glared at Ibuki.

Yoshino: “Answer me!”

Ibuki: “....you didn’t.”

(Thank god...)

(I can still be me.)

Ibuki: “You’re a strange woman.”

Yoshino: “I’ve heard that before....from someone....else....”

Ibuki: “Huh?”

I muttered, floating in the heat.

(Oh, I see.)

Yoshino: “....Kurama.”

Ibuki: “.......do you like him that much?”

--------Part 5--------

Ibuki: “Do you like him that much?”

Yoshino: “I don’t like him...”

Ibuki: “Don’t lie.”

(Because words like that don’t do it justice.)

Yoshino: “I love him.”

Ibuki: “....................”

I heard Ibuki gasp faintly.

Ibuki: “You’re so----”

(Ibuki?)

As if hesitating, Ibuki’s hand reached out to touch my cheek and then-----

Yoshino: “Nn....ah....”

Ibuki: “----Time’s up.”

A burning heat spread from my chest.

Ibuki: “The spell is complete. And look, the main body of the Shogunate is also approaching.”

As I look out, I see a large group of people on horseback down the cliff.

(Stop! Stop! Please---)

Ibuki: “Our game is over. Get comfortable, Yoshino.”

His voice sounded even gentler.

(.....I can’t control it anymore.)

Yoshino: “Don’t come...”

The foxfire scorches the sky and falls down the cliff.

(Is that all I can do?)

(Don’t give up yet. I don’t want to end my life in disgrace.)

These thoughts were like a flashback to my time in the Rebel mansion.

Yes, that was when I was almost killed by soldiers who had a grudge against the Shogunate-----

I was about to give up everything when I was met with the cold fury of Kurama.

------FLASHBACK------

Yoshino: “Help! Kurama—-”

Kurama: “That’s right. Beg me from the bottom if your heart.”

-----FLASHBACK ENDS-----

(Help me!)

Before I could think, I inhaled and shouted in a dry voice.

Yoshino: “Help, Kurama!”

A moment later----a gust of wind forces the foxfires away.

Ibuki: “....! No way.”

(This wind----)

Even the remnants of the foxfire that exploded in mid-air were blown sky-high.

Black feathers fluttered with the wind that rose from the bottom of the cliff.

Kurama: “-----You wished well, Yoshino.”

Yoshino: “Ah....”

(Is it for real....?)

I struggled to see through my blurred vision, hoping that the fever and pain cause me to have an illusion.

Ibuki: “....Are you out of your mind? You’re injured.”

Kurama: “Don’t touch her.”

As he lands on the cliff, Kurama made his way, while opening his fan.

Kurama: “If you touch her, I’ll kill you. Even if you don’t touch her, I’ll kill you.”

The wind turned into a deadly blade and attacked Ibuki all at once.

Ibuki: “It’s too good to come at this moment. This is reality, Kurama!”

Ibuki’s greatsword tears through the wind blade. One of the blades barely cuts through Ibuki’s cheek.

Ibuki: “Alas, the curtain has fallen. Yoshino, you take care of Kurama.”

Ibuki pushed my back as I fall forward.

Yoshino: “Nn....”

Kurama: “Yoshino!”

(I can’t...control my powers...)

Golden balls of light rise over the vastest area ever seen.

It became a huge vortex, forcibly sucking the power out of Kurama.

(No...stop!!)

Ibuki: “It’s a reaction to all you’ve endured. I’m afraid you’re going to get yourself into trouble.”

Kurama: “Where are you going?”

Ibuki: “Just know, that I won’t be there to see you die.”

Ibuki slipped through the smokescreen of dust.

As if to support this, a foxfire blazes up in front of Kurama on its own.

The blue foxfire spreads out on the ground, quickly burning through the grass and closing in on Kurama’s feet.

Kurama: “Yoshino.”

Yoshino: “Ku..ra..ma...’

With his wind blades, Kurama pushes the foxfire away.

But in the meantime, a golden vortex swept relentlessly around Kurama, stealing his power.

(Ah)

Kurama closes the distance, forcing his way through the vortex that clings to his body.

He grabbed me tightly by the wrist and my cheek brushed against his solid chest.

Kurama: “I know what you’re going through. Be patient.”

Yoshino: “.....nn...mnn....”

(Eh?)

I felt a popping pain in my body and my spell was suddenly broken.

Yoshino: “What are you...?”

Kurama: “From the restraint of Yasuchika, I temporarily bound your soul with my magical power. It won’t last long, and it won’t alleviate the pain or fever, but it should stop the outburst for now.”

Yoshino: “Really...?”

Kurama: “Yeah.”

The languidness that had taken over my whole body was still there, but I moved my fingertips fearfully and a little freedom returned.

(Ah, thank god....then for once, I don’t have to hurt Kurama.)

My body was also burning from inside out because I sucked out Kurama’s power.

Kurama’s low voice was the only thing I could hear clearly through the rain and the ringing in my ears.

Kurama: “Is it painful?’

It’s a question without any embellishment, which is why I couldn’t disguise my true feelings at the moment.

Yoshino: “It is..”

(I can’t help it anymore...)

(It’s hot...I can’t think anymore...)

Kurama: “I see.”

(Why does Kurama have a painful expression?)

Kurama’s hand was placed gently on my throat and his sharp nails brushed against my skin.

Kurama: “Tell me what you want.”

Chapter 24

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen mc #main story translations #otome #cybird #cybird otome #cybird ikemen #ikemen genjiden kurama

[redhoodedwolf]

“Oh shit I just spilled you coffee everywhere” sterek prompt

The first time Stiles made coffee for his boss, he was halfway to a panic attack, which was a weird thing to be anxious over. Except for the fact that his boss was Derek Hale. And Derek Hale liked his coffee made by one person in the office only, and that was Erica Reyes, his old assistant.

Stiles had always been told he was shit at making coffee. It was the one thing he’d lied about being good at in order to get this job.

Thankfully, Erica still worked for Hale Corp, just under a different position, so Stiles had struck a deal with her. She would have Derek’s coffee ready for him every morning so he could pass it off as his own. In return, he had to keep her up to date on all Derek gossip, apparently the one fun thing her new job lacked.

Easy decision. Stiles shook his soul away, but he got Derek his coffee every morning, and had even seen him smile a few times.

All was well for a few weeks, up until Jackson Douchemore came back from an extended business trip. Stiles knew Jackson from outside of the job, because he was friends with Lydia. Jackson also knew Stiles and knew exactly how to ruin his day, just because he could.

Feet from Derek’s office, Jackson rounded the corner, an evil look in his eyes, and proceed to trip Stiles, sending him and the coffee to the floor.

“Whoops,” Jackson crowed.

Derek stuck his head out of his office, stopping Stiles form either punching Jackson in the face or just melting through the ground and ceasing to exist.

Jackson’s triumphant look cowed under Derek’s glare. “Whittemore, call maintenance and have them clean this up before it stains too badly. And bring Stiles your extra shirt.” Jackson opened his mouth, probably to protest, but Derek added, “Now,” and the blond was gone.

“You okay?”

Stiles looked up at Derek and tried to ignore his brain adding angel wings and a halo to Derek’s figure. “Yeah, yeah, fine. Sorry about your coffee.”

“It’s fine. Just rinse out the mug and make it again, after you get changed.”

“Right.” Stiles froze. “Wait. Again?”

Derek smirked. “The company is doing well enough that every employee can have more than one cup a day. It won’t break the bank.”

“Ha! Right!” Stiles jumped to his feet and took the plain white button up that Jackson threw at him as he passed. “I’ll just go change and do that!”

He swiped the mug from the floor and raced for the kitchen. Depositing the mug in the sink, he swung around the corner into the Men’s and undid his shirt, wincing at the stain that would never come out. Stiles was keeping Jackson’s shirt forever, he owed him a new one anyway.

One problem solved. Now...

Stiles stared at the mug of steaming coffee. Easy part done, he just had to press the buttons on the machine. Now came the cream and sugar. How many spoonfuls of sugar does Erica usually add? Three? Dammit, he should have taken notes!

Creamer was easier, at least. He added until the coffee looked like the right lighter shade, then stopped, stirring it all together. Okay, maybe the coffee was a touch lighter than usual, but maybe Derek wouldn’t notice and would just be happy he had coffee at all? Right, sure.

Stiles was going to be fired over coffee.

To amuse himself, Stiles played a funeral dirge in his head as he trudged to Derek’s office, eyes peeled for sneaky Jacksons.

Stiles knocked on the office door, and Derek called him in.

“Coffee!” Stiles declared, lowering the mug onto Derek’s coaster at the corner of his desk.

“Thanks,” Derek said, a small smile given to Stiles. His eyes flicked down, then back up. He cleared his throat. “Shirt looks good on you.”

Stiles glanced down. It was maybe a bit tight. Stiles had shoulders where Jackson had none, so it stretched a bit (it was probably fitted, the rich bastard), but it was wearable for sure.

“Certainly nicer than anything I can afford,” Stiles agreed.

Derek reached for the mug and Stiles flinched back.

“Right, I’ll just...” he jerked his thumb behind him to the door.

“Actually if you wait just a second, I just have to moved the files onto this flashdrive, but then could you take it down to Argent for me?”

“Sure, no problem,” Stiles rushed to say, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Derek brought the mug to his lips, tilted it to sip, and Stiles stared.

Derek glanced up, lips detaching from the mug’s rim. “Everything okay?”

“Yep!” Stiles squeaked.

Derek took a long drag of the coffee this time and then sighed. Stiles’ shoulders relaxed. Somehow he’d managed it. Miracle of miracles. 

Derek handed him the flashdrive seconds later, and Stiles was out of there.

*

Jackson had not given up, it seems, on his venture to get Stiles fired through coffee, because he struck again the week after.

“Oh, was that yours? My bad, I thought it was old so I dumped it,” Jackson said, Derek’s mug upside down over the kitchen sink, the last drips hitting the metal basin with a sad plop.

“What the fuck, Jackson?” Stiles hissed, looking back to see if Erica was still around and could remake the mug she’d expertly crafted, but she was gone. He tore the mug from Jackson’s hands. “Seriously, go to therapy. It’ll do you wonders.”

Stiles violently threw a new pod into the Keurig and shoved the mug under the spout before turning back to the snake of a man. “Who knows, maybe Lydia will take you back then.”

Jackson’s face shut down, and he turned and left the kitchen without another word.

Not letting the guilt get to him, because Jackson deserved what he’d said, Stiles reached for the sugar and creamer, once again going to guess Derek’s flavor combination.

It looked to be the correct shade this time, and Derek hadn’t said anything against it last time, so maybe he wasn’t such a coffee snob?

“I bring good juice and good news, both piping hot,” Stiles declared upon entering Derek’s office.

Derek stared at him for a moment, lips parted, before his mouth snapped shut and he gestured Stiles to come forward. “Hot. Yes?”

“The good news is that someone is going to be calling today about her United States debut,” Stiles sang, setting Derek’s mug down on its space.

Derek’s eyes lit up. “Cora?”

Stiles nodded. “Mhmm. It’s already in your schedule and everything. I scheduled it right before lunch, in case you want extra time to talk with her about, you know, logistics.” Stiles waved a hand.

Derek took a gentle sip of his coffee, eyes slipping closed, clearly happy to discuss his sister’s joining of the company. Stiles may have stared at the happy-bliss look for too long. He averted his eyes just in time.

“Thank you, Stiles.”

Stiles shrugged his shoulders, hands shoved into his pockets. “Just my job.”

Stiles left the office then, closing the door behind him and taking a steadying breath. His heart should not be going so wild. Derek was his boss. It was totally unprofessional.

“Stilinski.”

Stiles’ spine went ramrod straight, and he turned towards the sharp voice of Jackson, ready to give as good as he got, when he saw the other man’s face and he paused.

Jackson wouldn’t meet his eyes. “You really think therapy will help me get her back?” He sounded like a broken man. 

Stiles groaned loudly and slumped over in half, head pressing against Jackson’s chest.

Derek popped his head out of his office, asking what the noise was about.

Stiles didn’t have the energy to move off of Jackson’s unfairly sculpted torso, just waved his hand in Derek’s direction. “Just releasing my pride.”

Jackson awkwardly patted him on the back, and Stiles raised his head enough to give him a tight-lipped smile.

Derek said nothing for a moment, but then his office door closed swiftly with an audible click.

“Okay, dude, let’s reconvene at lunch, eh? We’ll talk it out then.”

Jackson nodded tersely and then turned around and went back to his office. Stiles wanted to groan again, but apparently Derek didn’t like it, going by the practical slam of his soft-close door, so he held back and decided to save it for later.

*

The third time was truly all Stiles. He’d grown out of his clumsy ways after high school, but he still had the occasional twitch that caused a commotion.

He supposed he could blame Derek too, but he couldn’t blame another man for his reactive emotions. 

It had been two weeks since Jackson and Stiles had met for lunch and Stiles listened to Jackson for perhaps the first time in his life. He’d recommended a psychologist, gently suggested anger management classes, and promised he’d put in a good word with Lydia and assured Jackson that she was single and wasn’t interested in anyone else. 

Since then, Jackson had gone back to mostly ignoring his presence, which Stiles was fine with. But they greeted each other in the halls when they passed. The one time Derek and Jackson were having a meeting and Stiles had come in to deliver mail, Derek had stared with wide eyes at the smile Jackson gave him when asking how his day was going. 

So that issue was solved. Stiles thought he was in the clear. Shame on him, really.

He held Derek’s mug securely in his hands, reveling in the warmth from the drink. It had been a cold walk from the bus this morning, and the coffee was finally zapping the lingering cold from his phalanges. 

Stiles raised a fist to knock on Derek’s door, but heard someone’s voice first. And not Derek’s.

Now, Stiles was Derek’s assistant, so he had a right to be a bit nosy into who was ruining his perfect schedule for Derek, right? 

Stiles unashamedly pressed his ear against the door.

“You should take him,” Derek said, then added something else Stiles couldn’t catch.

The other person in the room laughed, and Stiles realized it was Cora. She did start work on Monday, so it made sense for her to be here to get everything squared away. Still...

“... can’t be his boss anymore...”

“Why?”

“Cora... better suited...”

“Sure, that’s why...coffee?”

Stiles startled, the voice much louder than it had been, and he didn’t step away in time before the door opened. The mug flew from his hand, thankfully away from other people, and once more the carpet was stained. 

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, Stiles!”

Stiles recovered the thankfully unbroken mug from the floor and stared dejected at its emptiness. “Nope, that was all on me. I was, um, not paying enough attention to hear you?”

“I’ll call maintenance. You go bring my brother his lifeblood,” she joked. 

Derek stood in the doorway, face surprisingly blank, and Stiles wondered if Derek had guessed he’d been eavesdropping. 

“I’ll be right back, Stiles mumbled and escaped. Because the look on Derek’s face was worrisome. Why would Derek need to hide his emotions regarding their conversation from Stiles, unless...

“Shit, I made him shit coffee twice and now I’m sacked!” Stiles shouted to the sink. Thankfully, the kitchen was empty, but the sink gave him nothing to work with. 

Screw it, he was already a gonner.

Stiles mixed the coffee haphazardly, not even sure he’d added sugar. Maybe he’d grabbed the salt. Either way, Derek deserved it for shipping him off to Cora because of two bad mugs of coffee. 

“Here,” Stiles offered, voice terse, holding the mug out to Derek a few minutes later. He refused to set it down on principal.

Derek was keeping his neutral face mask on, which pissed him off even more. Still, he took the mug gingerly and then stared down into it.

“Drink it,” Stiles challenged.

“Did you poison it?” Derek asked, eyebrow raised.

“Do you know of a reason I would poison your coffee, Derek?” Stiles asked batting his eyelashes innocently. 

Derek blanched, but clearly had nothing to say. He brought the mug to his lips and took a careful sip. He smacked his lips afterwards and set the mug on the coaster. “I think I’ll live,” he declared, a few seconds later.

“It’s shit,” Stiles spat, throwing himself into the chair across from Derek’s desk. Might as well get the transfer done sooner rather than later.

“The coffee? Tastes fine to me.”

“How can it?!” Stiles exclaimed. “I made it!”

“I’m not picky about my coffee, Stiles,” Derek argued, which. 

What?

“But... when I was interviewed, I was told that getting your coffee just right was first and foremost.”

Derek rolled his eyes. “Erica interviewed you, didn’t she? I think she went with that excuse to weed out the weaklings, or something.”

So, Stiles had been plying Erica with Derek gossip for months while she just made a random cup of coffee?!

But, wait.

“If it’s not my coffee-making skills, why are you firing me?”

Derek’s eyes went wide. “You were-- Eavesdropping, Stiles, really?” He sighed heavily. “Also, you’re not getting fired. I’m suggesting you transfer over to Cora’s assistant because she’s working in a division that suits your job advancement better. This was never a permanent position for you at Hale Corp, Stiles. You’re far too smart to organize my calendar all day.”

Stiles’ head was reeling. “Wait, so... wait. I’m. You think I’m smart?” he squeaked.

Derek chuckled and stood, walking out from behind the desk. “Yes, I do. And so does the company. But I also think you’re very attractive and if I’m your supervisor I can’t do anything about it. So?”

Derek leaned over Stiles, arms bracketing him in as the clutched at the arms of the chair. 

Stiles swallowed thickly, eyes bouncing all over Derek’s face, looking for any sign of a joke.

“How--” he cleared his throat and felt his face burning in embarrassment over the crack in his voice, “how fast can we get the transfer paperwork done?”

Derek grinned. “Fast enough that you’ll be under Cora by Friday night. Say six thirty?”

“Rather be under you Friday night, but yeah, Sounds great,” Stiles spoke on a exhale as Derek rocked closer, the foreheads touching. 

“Gross.”

Stiles sighed heavily. “Jackson,” he snapped, eyes sliding closed as he felt Derek pull back. “I thought we were done with the bullshit.”

Stiles turned in the chair to look at the blond who simply shrugged. “I already got Lydia’s forgiveness, what more do I need you for?”

Dammit. Lydia was fickle in love. Then again, who was Stiles to judge?

“Forget it. What do you need?”

“It is the middle of a work day, in case you forgot,” Jackson pointed out, and Stiles felt the urge to punch him rising.

“I’ll be with you in a second, Jackson,” Derek said, managing to sound not pissed off.

Jackson backed out of the office, but left the door wide open. 

Stiles glanced back at Derek. “Look, I know he’s the illegitimate son of your wild and estranged uncle, so technically, despite the fact that he was adopted into a different wildly rich family, he is Hale by blood, but does he have to work here?”

“You should meet Peter’s illegitimate daughter.”

Stiles scrunched up his nose. “No thanks.”

Derek smirked. “Get back to work, Stiles. We can iron out Friday’s details later.”

Stiles grinned, bubbling happiness filling his chest. “I’ll pencil it in.”

#sterek #fic #eternalsterek #fanfiction #asks #ninjanervana

[writtenonnapkins]

The New Girl

Credit for Universe goes to @lumosinlove

“So, Loops is moving in the new girl today, huh?”

Sirius looked over at Harzy to respond and noted that the rest of the team seemed interested as well. They were all nervous about the new PT honestly, having gotten close with Remus. It helped that knew Remus and came with his recommendation, but still.

“Yeah, she’s probably there by now I assume.”

“What’s she like you think? I mean she was friends with Loops, yeah, but what kind of friends did he have in college eh?” James asks, looking over from the weight bench he was sitting on.

Everyone once again looked over and, Sirius. The only problem was that Sirius didn’t know. They hadn’t really talked much about Remus’s college years apart from hockey and Greyback. Now that he was thinking about it, they probably should have, it was five years of his life.

Sirius shrugged and went back to weight training with Dumo as his spotter. “You guys could come over tonight if you want to meet her I guess.”

“I’ll be there, just tell me a time,” Dumo says with a look that says he can tell Sirius was going through a mini-crisis about Remus having college friends. The rest of the team agreed as well before going back to their training.

That night when the team was about to head out Sirius got a text from Remus telling him that of course, everyone could come to meet “Dora” whenever. They were making dinner and would just need a headcount. 

“Alright, Rem says Dinner will be served at 6:30, he and Dora, I guess, just need a headcount.”

“Dora? Is that her name?” James asks, already on his phone presumably texting Lily so she can get Harry ready. James didn’t even have to say he was coming, obviously neither he nor Lily liked to be left out of anything.

“Yeah I guess, that's the name in this text anyway. Re usually called her Tonks though so I’m confused.”

“Maybe wait for her introduction boys,” Dumo said diplomatically, “We’ll be there Sirius.”

After a brief headcount including most of the team, Sirius texted Remus back and headed out. He was nervous to meet someone from Remus’s college days. They had only really been around the team and Sirius hadn’t been introduced to any of Remus’s other friends. He knows he must have some since he hadn’t started hanging out with the team a lot until they started dating. They had just been busy I guess, with Sirius’s ribs, then the cup and James and Lily’s wedding, Remus getting recruited to the team. 

They had only been living together for two months, and those two months had been busy. 

It was time he met Remus’s friends honestly, and the one who would be living with them for the next months would be a perfect start.

When he pulled up to the house and saw an old minivan that looked like it had been painted aqua blue by someone who was not a professional. It was probably Tonks/Dora’s Sirius assumed and it only made him more nervous. For some reason, he had assumed that Remus was more of a quiet nerd in college, if a student-athlete, and figured his friends would have been the same. But if his college friend that he still talks to felt the need to paint their car bright blue themselves, Sirius was thinking his assumptions might have been wrong.

Suddenly the door burst open with a yell of “SIRIUS!!!!”

A tiny pink blob ran towards him and tackled him into a hug talking rapidly at him the whole time. “Ihavebeensoexcitedtomeetyouweneverthoughtremuswouldeverhaveaseriousboyfriendnopunintended.”

Once Sirius got over his shock he put together that this must be Tonks/Dora that would be living with them, though he still struggled to make sense of her rapid-fire words. We? Who was we? And why did they never think Remus would have boyfriends? How did they know he wanted a boyfriend, not a girlfriend? Was Remus out in college?

Despite the thoughts running through his mind, Sirius gathered himself enough to say hi and introduce himself. The girl had let go of him at this point, though she still bounced with energy. 

“Nymphadora Tonks,” She stated, “But you can call me Tonks. Come on Remus is inside, he couldn’t step away from the cream sauce or he said it would burn.”

She turned away from him and flounced inside, expecting Sirius to follow her; which he did of course but she was a bold personality to be sure. 

He took off his shoes and walked into the kitchen in a daze. Remus was in fact stirring a large saucepan full of cream sauce looking relaxed and unfairly attractive in gray sweatpants and a loose-fitting maroon Lions shirt. Tonks was perched on the kitchen island mixing a large salad. It looked very domestic. Sirius’s gut twisted, just how well did they know each other?

But then Remus turned around beaming at him, beaconing Sirius over. 

“Hey baby, I missed you.” He said before pulling Sirius into a loving, heated kiss, that was perhaps a bit too long in the presence of others. Tonks didn’t seem to mind though, as once they released each other, Sirius turned to see her looking incredibly fond before turning back to her salad. 

Sirius cleared his throat. “The team said they would be here around 6:30, so about thirty.”

“Perfect, thanks, Sirius. Dora was hoping to meet everyone casually before professionally anyway.” Remus said.

“I love it when you speak for me,” Tonks said suddenly, “Makes me all squishy inside.”

Remus turned to her saying, “Jeez, you promised not to be too weird Dora.” She responded with a  shrug. 

Remus seemed to accept that and turned to Sirius, motioning to some lemons and oranges near him along with a cutting board and knife. 

“Dora and I made some punch. Cut these up to float on top?” Sirius nodded and got to work. They all went about their tasks, Tonks asking all sorts of questions about him, their relationship, the team. Nothing too deep, but Sirius could tell she was holding herself back a bit, probably because it seemed Rem had asked her to. 

The doorbell rang and Tonks hopped up to answer the door before Sirius could even stand. Remus seemed to anticipate Tonks rushing to meet everyone and hadn’t even moved from where he was mixing the noodles and sauce together. Sirius could hear Tonks making introductions similar to his own, if a little more formal, to the rest of the team in the foyer. Almost everyone was there except James and Lily. 

Remus looked in the direction of the foyer and then at Sirius, a fond look on his face. “She’s a bit excitable when it comes to new things, always has been. Best to just let her go at it than try and reel her in.”

“You seem close?” Sirius questioned just a little bit.

“Yeah, I know I said I knew her in college, but we were actually roommates, best friends even. It’s a bit complicated.” Remus said apologetically. “I thought it might be best for you just to meet her.” 

But then everyone was in the kitchen, and they couldn’t talk about it anymore. Finishing touches were being made and food was moved to the table. 

James and Lily walked in right as everyone was sitting down, but instead of introducing herself as she had with everyone else, Tonks ran to hug Lily. 

“Lily! I missed you so much!”

“I’ve missed you too Tonks, I’m so glad you’re here!” Lily responded with equal enthusiasm before introducing Tonks to James. 

“Wait, how do you two know each other?” Finn asked. 

Lily, Tonks, and Remus explained that Tonks had taken a gap year between undergrad and her PT masters, during which she came and stayed with Remus for two months. Remus had introduced his college best friend to his Gryffindor best friend and they became fast friends. 

The whole team seemed to be a bit shocked at the news that Tonks didn’t seem to be only a college friend of Loops, but a friend who had stayed with him and met other friends of his in a new town. They hadn’t really thought about Loops having other friends than the team and their families. It made sense that he would have friends they hadn’t met yet, after all, they had only become so close within the past nine months. 

“Well,” Leo cut in breaking the slight tension, “Got any fun college stories to share about Loops here?”

“Can’t imagine Loops left the library or training center much, Harzy,” Talker teased.

“Oh Remy left the library alright,” Tonks threw out, “Would never catch him there longer than he had to be!”

“Tonks,” Remus said a bit warningly, if softly.

“No no no, Remy. I don’t know how you convinced these people you’re the calm and studious PT, but don’t you worry I’m here to tell all your wild tales.”

 Remus rolled his eyes but turned back to his plate. The rest of the room looked equally baffled and eager. Remus a wild child? Loops who had always been sure to never get too drunk at any team party? Who was always level headed and responsible? It didn’t fit.

“Oh yes. Please, please, PLEASE. I need to hear about Remus’s wild days. PLEASE,” Natalie begged Tonks looking like Christmas had come early.

“What’d ya think Remy? Should I start with the drag shows at Madam Puddifoot’s, drunk stories, cursing and fighting, or New Year’s Sophomore Year?” Tonks said.

Everyone burst out with questions while Remus put his head in his hands, laughing quietly to himself.

“Drag shows,” Sirius said over everyone else, looking right at Remus before turning to look at Tonks. “Definitely drag shows.”

#coops #sweater weather lumosinlove #lumosinlove #tonks #tonks and remus are college friends #roomates

[adventuresinwonderlust]

Title: “Two months too long”

Pairing: dom! Yoongi x sub! brat! Reader Ft. Namjoon Ft. Jin Ft. Jimin

Warnings: SMUT like a lot, fluff (just a bit), angst (eh), cheating/talk of cheating, abusive parents, oral (f) receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), rough sex, orgasm denial (f) receiving

*Read in both perspectives, this a long one: over 10,000 words.*

Rating: 18 and over

Y/N:

“Faster, Faster!” You moan, yanking his hair, and grinding your aching cunt against his face. You’ve been at this for 20 minutes and you were no closer to your release than when you started. “Use your fingers!” You cry out. Jimin pops up from beneath your skirt, out of breath, lips swollen. “Jagi, this doesn’t seem to be working. Please, I need to be inside you.” He whispers in your ear, rubbing his erection along your thigh. “I don’t know why I am even doing this. We were supposed to just talk. I have to go.” You push him away. “Perhaps lover boy isn’t doing his job properly.” Jimin quips licking your juices from his lips. “This was a mistake Jimin, I can’t, we can’t do this ever again.” “We shall see Jagi. As always, it’s good to see you.” You rush out of Jimin’s office and race for the street, angry with yourself for thinking you could have a simple conversation with your ex. You hop into your car and pull out your phone sending a text that you know will just fall into the unknown like the rest. ‘I need you, please just answer me. I miss you. I’m so sorry.’ You wait and wait staring at the screen, as tears begin to fall from your eyes, for a response that doesn’t comes.

MIN:

Yoongi quietly contemplates whether he will respond this time. He does this every time you message, each message more desperate than the last. He’s ignored you ever since he walked out on your father’s birthday party, wanting you to suffer and hurt the way he did. A tap on the passenger side window snaps him out of his contemplation as he simply placed his phone in the cup holder. “If it isn’t my baby brother. Have you missed me?” Yoongi’s brother smiles wide, throwing his luggage in the back seat and taking his place in the passenger’s seat. “How was your flight?” Yoongi grumbles. “Nah, come on, is that anyway to greet me?” Yoongi sighs deeply but leans over and embraces his brother. Yoongi had never hated Jin, he was in the same boat as Yoongi, merely a passenger to their parents’ craziness. In fact, Jin and Yoongi had bonded over the years and become a source of comfort to one another. Jin was only older by a year but had taken over his father company after his death, becoming quite successful at his young age, something Yoongi admired and Yoongi’s father lusted after. A fact that neither boy allowed to sully their relationship, Jin even protected Yoongi at times from his father’s wrath. “Have you eaten?” Yoongi asks. “No but I can wait. My mother has instructed me to come straight to the house to see her upon landing.” Yoongi nods and begins driving. “How’s the love life?” Jin inquires, Yoongi chuckles. “I don’t do love lives.” “Good answer bro. I intend to meet many love lives out here. Mother has been pressuring me to choose a wife and I am uninterested.” “Well then, we should throw a welcome home party for my favorite brother.” Jin laughs out loud. “Speaking of, how is Namjoon?” Yoongi joins in on Jin’s joke laughing along with him.

Y/N:

“So, let me get this straight, you want me to convince him to talk to you?” “Yes! Exactly.” Namjoon nods sarcastically. “No.” “What? Why not?” “Well for starters you really messed up this time and second, I don’t care to be involved in your craziness!” You whine obnoxiously. “Joon, please. I need this, this one favor.” “Ah, then one favor becomes two and two three and you see the pattern here yeah?” You drop your head into your hands and begin to cry causing Namjoon to chuckle nervously. “Well, don’t cry. He just needs his space. You need to realize that not everything is your way. The people around you have feelings also and deserve to be treated accordingly.” You wipe your tears and look up at Namjoon. “I fucked up Joon and I don’t know how to stop fucking shit up but I know that I love him and I shouldn’t because he flat out told me he doesn’t love me but I still want him.” Namjoon sighs. “I think the best thing to do is give him space. When I see him, I’ll pick his brain a little but that’s all I’m going to do!” Namjoon warns as your face lights up. “When do you see him?” “Uh, Uh, bro code, remember?” “Yeah, yeah. What about us code?” Namjoon laughs. “That’s the thing Y/n, no one else puts me in a situation to have to play that card but you.” You roll your eyes at his response. “He will come around, hopefully, in the meantime you’ll just have to wait.” “I have to tell you something. I saw Jimin today. I know what you’re going to say. I shouldn’t have but I just wanted to get closure I guess, and it turned into something else completely and the entire time I was with him I just couldn’t stop thinking about Min.” Namjoon just stared at you in a disapproving manner, it made you feel anxious. You always thought highly of Namjoon, he was smart in ways you weren’t, and he always gave the best advice and right now you needed that. “Well, say something Joon.” “I just have one question Y/n, How do you ever intend to move forward if you’re always looking back?”

MIN:

“Okay, okay. How about this one? What do you call a cow with no legs?” Yoongi sighs and rolls his eyes but obliges his brother’s antics. “What?” “Ground beef!” Jin immediately starts cackling while Yoongi just shakes his head disapprovingly. They have been home for a time but no one else was home. “We should’ve just gone out to eat. I fear you’re losing your mind.” Yoongi tells Jin. “Yeah, I agree. Let me call mother and see what’s going on.” Jin walks off. Yoongi pulls out his phone and aimlessly scrolls through his Instagram, stopping when he sees a side profile mirror selfie of you in bed, hair tousled, wearing nothing but a thong and white crop top. He sucks in a breath at the sight, feeling his cock twitch to life. She’s teasing me and its working, Yoongi thinks to himself. He swallows hard, examining the photo with a fine-tooth comb, his heart beating at a rapid pace. His mind playing tricks on him, what if she was just with someone. You have your phone positioned to cover your face so he couldn’t really tell if you looked fucked out. “Wow, she’s hot! Do you know her?” Jin leans in over Yoongi’s shoulder. He fumbles with his phone quickly tucking it away. “What did your mom say?” “Oh! You really like this one huh? You got all nervous and I think you’re even blushing.” Jin teases. “Fuck off.” “Well in any case, mother is almost back from shopping. She’s going to bring food back with her. While we wait, why don’t you tell me about this girl.” Yoongi shakes his head, visibly annoyed. “She’s no one. Someone I was seeing for a bit but she’s just like the rest. Taking what she needs and discarding what she doesn’t.” Jin purses his lips, nodding in understanding. He taps Yoongi on the shoulder, “Day by day brother. Just take it all day by day. Anyone who doesn’t see how great you are doesn’t deserve your time. How about another joke to clear your head?” “Ahh, please spare me. I’d rather jump head-first into the river.” Yoongi jokes. “That can be arranged boy.” Jin and Yoongi both jump up at the sound of Lee An’s voice. They both bow deeply as she shoves past Yoongi and embraces Jin. “My son, my handsome son. Ive missed you so. Come, let’s eat, tell mother everything about your trip.” She takes Jin by the hand and pulls him towards the dining area. “Come brother.” He waves at Yoongi to join. “Actually, I would prefer some time with alone with Jin. I’m sure Yoongi has other things to do today, don’t you boy.” “Mother, Yoongi picked me up from the airport. He hasn’t eaten either and I’ve missed him as well.” She sucks her teeth at Jin. “It’s ok. Your mother is right. I have a lot to do today. We can catch up later.” Yoongi gives Jin a tight smile and turns to grab his things. “Mother that was rude of you.” Jin whispers. “I don’t care. I hate that boy and I don’t want you picking up nasty habits from him.” “I have ears you know.” Yoongi mumbles. “I wasn’t trying to be discreet.” Lee An hisses as she walks off. “Really, stay brother, don’t worry about her.” Yoongi chuckles and taps Jin on the shoulder. “It’s all good, I’ll see you later at Namjoon’s place, besides this will give you a chance to get out all those terrible dad jokes. Women don’t find those things sexy.” Jin laughs loudly. “I find just the opposite. It drives them wild.” Jin gives Yoongi a wink as he takes his leave.

Y/N:

You watch as the likes and comments pour in for your naughty little photo but of course the attention you want you don’t get. Namjoon’s voice rings through your head over and over. He was always right, even more so this time. How did you ever intend to move forward if you were always looking back? You were fooling yourself into thinking you needed closure from Jimin. You had since moved on from what he had done to you without a second thought but still you ran to him when Min left you high and dry because you figured you’d show him who was boss, again only fooling yourself. Now it seemed you may have ruined any chance at a normal relationship. “You told him you loved him? Girl, are you sick in the head?” You sat on your BFFs bed, sulking, filling her in on everything. “It doesn’t matter now, I fucked everything up. He doesn’t feel the same way and hooking up with Jimin again just put the final nail in my coffin.” “Yeah but he doesn’t know about that and you didn’t even cum so technically it doesn’t count.” You groan and throw yourself back on her bed. “Why can’t I just be happy?” Your BFF sighs deeply at your question. “Well for one, I think you might be an actual bitch.” “Wow, thanks! You’re really great at this!” She begins laughing at your response. “Okay, okay. You seem to be hooked on this guy and while I don’t approve, I am always down to help my girl out. With that being said, I happen to know that he is currently with Namjoon.” You hop up at this news. “How do you know this?” She gives you a sly smile. “I’ve been texting Joon and he told me they would be out and about today, planning some party. Maybe we should accidentally show up to where they’re going to be looking fucking bomb. Get that Min boys blood boiling.” “That’s fucking genius! I think I’m in love with you!” You say before jumping on her. “Let me text Joon and see what’s the tea.” “Let me borrow that red mini skirt.” You ask, running to her closet. She nods excitedly while texting rapidly. “Let’s see you ignore me now.” You whisper, looking yourself over in the mirror.

MIN:

“Who are you texting so much?” Yoongi ask Joon while shoving a dumpling in his mouth. “Ahh, Y/N’s friend, do you remember her from the party? I don’t know, maybe I’m reaching but I think we have chemistry.” Yoongi shakes his head. “I don’t think she liked me very much. She wasn’t very nice if I recall.” “Maybe you should try smiling more.” Yoongi pretends to choke on his food at Namjoon’s comment. “Now where’s the fun in that?” “Namjoon, hello, how are you? It’s so good to see you again.” Namjoon begins to stutter as Yoongi licks his lips looking over the guy who’s approached the table. He furrows his brow, trying to recall where he’s seen him before. “Jimin, what are you doing here?” “Finishing a business lunch. This place has phenomenal food. Who’s your friend?” He looks over at Yoongi, who’s heart drops to his stomach. “I know you. You’re the ex.” Yoongi states through clenched teeth. “Excuse me.“ Jimin questions, leaning in. “Y/N’s ex, the one who kissed her at her father’s party.” Jimin’s eyes widen suddenly. “Ahh, you must be lover boy. I would shake your hand, but it seems tasteless since I was just with Y/N today.” Yoongi jumps up from the table at the remark. “What the fuck did you just say?” Jimin takes a step back as Namjoon steps between them. “Gentlemen please, not in public. We all have reputations to maintain.” Yoongi’s body trembles with rage as he breathes heavily. “Calm down friend, as I recall she kissed me back at that party and came to my office to see me today. A fact I’m sure wouldn’t have been necessary had you been taking care of business on your end. No matter, I made sure she was handled just as she likes.” Jimin provokes with a wink. Yoongi chuckles and nods, passing his hand through his hair. “Let it go, Yoongi, he’s just trying to get under your skin.” Namjoon tries to calm. “Listen to Namjoon here. You wouldn’t want to do anything stupid.” “You’re right, she isn’t worth it.” Yoongi states calmly, grinding his teeth. He places money on the table and swallows hard, examining Jimin one last time before walking past him. “Good choice friend. Being the bigger person. I know how hard it is to resist her but I’m sure it’s harder to see her fucked out in photos on Instagram, knowing I’m the one who did it to her.” Yoongi’s breath hitches at Jimin’s words and he all but blacks out before spinning around quickly to slam his fist into Jimin’s perfect jaw.

Y/N:

“Shit!” Your BFF says aloud. “What? What’s going on?” “They are headed back to Namjoon’s house already.” “What? That was fast! He just said they were eating.” You look over to the passenger’s seat to catch her gnawing on her lip nervously. “Yoongi clocked Jimin.” Your jaw drops as you try to find words, heart frantically beating in your chest. “I don’t understand.” You feel tears burn in back of your eyes. “According to Joon, Jimin was at the restaurant also and approached them at their table and told Min you guys fucked and something about your picture on Instagram. Yoongi flipped and clocked Jimin. Damn that boys got it bad for you.” “Are you crazy!? What are you saying!? I didn’t sleep with Jimin okay. That’s a lie! And why would he even hit Jimin? We aren’t even together anymore; hes been ignoring me for almost two months. Why does he even care? I can’t, I have to pull over.” You abruptly turn the wheel, parking the car on the side of the road, and begin hyperventilating. “Calm down Y/N! What the hell?” Your friend rubs your back to calm you. “He’s never going to talk to me again! Everything is so fucked!” You sob. “I don’t want to be that friend that hits you with an I told you so but girl this Min boy was trouble from the start. You need to just let this thing go. It’s not worth all this grief.” “You’re right. I don’t need to hear I told you so.” You bark at her, yanking out your phone. “Oh, please don’t do what I think you are going to do.” She warns you. You dial Yoongi and wait for an answer. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’, You hang up and dial again. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’, you hang up and dial again. ‘You have reached the voicemail….’ but this time your BFF takes your phone. “Stop,” She shouts, “He doesn’t give a shit about you. He only clocked Jimin because men are territorial pigs not because he cares! I have had enough of that god damn Min boy. Now, we are going back to get you cleaned up and go get nice and shit faced tonight, and you are going to forget all about that ridiculous Min Yoongi!”

MIN:

It had been hours since Yoongi knocked Jimin on his ass. He smirked to himself as he looked over his swollen knuckles. He was good and drunk now, making damn sure he was numb to the pain. He nodded his head to the music playing even though he had no clue what it was. His eyes shifted frantically just trying to focus on something long enough to fool himself into thinking he could move about the party he and Namjoon put together for Jin. “There you are brother! I’ve been looking everywhere for you! This is Lisa and Jess. I overheard them talking about the infamous Min boy and they could hardly contain themselves when I said we were brothers.” Jin gives Yoongi a wink. “Is that so?” Yoongi looks over the two girls, not really his cup of tea but he’s not in the position to be picky. He needed to get his mind away from you and quick! Before he has time to speak Jess leans in for a photo. “Smile for the Gram!” Yoongi leans his head in and gives a sly smile. “Oh, me too!” Lisa leans in next and Yoongi obliges her with a photo as well. “Jin was just telling us he doesn’t have social media.” Lisa pushes herself against Yoongi to say. “Takes away from one on one time. I hate it.” Jin explains. “Maybe we can have some one on one time?” Lisa whispers into Yoongi’s ear. He takes a moment to take in her features. She’s a pretty girl, too much makeup honestly, which surprised him since she didn’t really need it. She begins to run her hand over his arm and press her breasts, which are spilling out of her top, into his chest. “Can we find someplace quiet?” She breathes heavily into his ear. Yoongi nods and leads her off. Jin winks at him, wrapping his arm around Jess, who pulls him into a kiss. Yoongi takes Lisa through the house, trying to get to a guest room. “This is good.” She says, yanking him into a dark room. “This is a restroom.” He drawls, flicking on the light. “I don’t mind.” She giggles, shoving him into the sink and dropping to her knees. He chuckles at her enthusiasm. “We can take our time. I promise I’m not going anywhere.” “I heard you have a big cock. Is that true?” She pants, pawing at his crotch. He growls quietly, covering her hand with his, trying to soften her brutish attempts at stroking him through his pants. “Hey, hey,” He grabs her by the chin and lifts her face up. “It’s not going anywhere.” She giggles while yanking at his belt, undoing his button and fly. “I heard you like it rough.” She yanks down his pants and underwear just low enough to free his semi hard member. “Mm, let’s wake him up shall we.” She states before licking at his shaft like a lollipop. Yoongi’s brow furrows as he tries to calm his mind. You’re fine. He repeats over and over in his head as she laps at his cock. “Don’t tease.” He whispers to her. She smiles up at him before suckling on his tip.

He moans softly, as she swirls her tongue around his now engorged tip. “There’s that big boy I’ve heard so much about.” She comments, examining his fully erect cock. She slowly begins to stroke him, a perfect bead of pre-cum forming at his tip. She swipes her thumb over it and slides it down his shaft. He hums in approval. She wraps her mouth around his tip again suckling at it while using both hands to pump his cock. He groans in discomfort at how tightly she clenches and twist his shaft, her hands beginning to dry around his dick. “Wait.” He says. She releases his now reddened member. “Open up.” He says gently, placing his hand on the nape of her neck. She does as she’s told, and he slowly slides his cock into her warm gaping mouth. He sucks in a breath at the sweet sensation of moisture that finds his irritated dick. He is almost inserted halfway before Lisa begins to gag and shove him back. He pulls away, stroking her cheek gently. “I’m sorry, are you ok?” “I don’t really do the deep throat thing. I know guys like it but to be honest I think you’re too big for my mouth. Literally, my dentist once told me I have an unusually small mouth.” Yoongi purses his lips but soon nods in understanding. “Don’t you worry Min. I can still make you cum.” She smiles seductively up at him, pushing Yoongi’s hands away from his member to insert his tip in her mouth once again. She slurps loudly on it while using both hands to pump his cock again. Yoongi bites his lip to keep from groaning in pain. She slows her pace much to Yoongi’s delight and he releases a relived breath until she twists her head to the side and grazes his sensitive tip with her teeth. “Ah!” He cries out. “Sorry! I just get so excited.” She giggles. Yoongi grips the countertop and tries to steady his breathing. He should stop this right here and now, but he doesn’t want to insult the girl. So, Yoongi just closes his eyes, trying to stay calm in the moment. “Mm, so good.” She moans, moving her attention towards his shaft, wrapping her lips around the left side and gliding her mouth along the side. She begins to twist her closed fist around the tip of his cock, tightening her grip with every turn, causing Yoongi to wince at the feeling. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself. “You like that baby.” She asks, turning her attention to the right side and gliding her mouth along his shaft once more, all the while still twisting his tip tightly. “Wait.” Yoongi cries out, unable to stand the pain any longer. “Gonna cum already.” She teases. “Uh, no, just, um, I like when you use just your mouth.” He mumbles, trying to hold back his need to take control of the situation. Lisa doesn’t exactly look like the type to enjoy Dom play and he wouldn’t dare try it since she seems to live off the rumor mill. “Well, I can’t get the whole thing in my mouth but maybe if I just focus on the tip…” Lisa rambles as Yoongi’s mind begins to wander on how to salvage this moment. He stands there, cock out and losing life, watching Lisa’s mouth move but not processing what she’s saying. Instead he wonders about you, what you were doing, what you were wearing, if you missed him. Try as he might, he can’t stop thinking of you, your cunt, your neediness, and the way you swallow back his cock with ease, like a woman mad. He growls at the thought, his cock coming back to life. He begins stroking himself greedily while Lisa watches in awe. He closes his eyes, imagining you laid out, on display for him, rubbing your perky tits, mouth opened and waiting for his seed. He moans loudly at the thoughts plaguing his mind, feeling his climax approaching from deep within his ball sack. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Open that pretty mouth for me?” He asks of Lisa. “Um, I, uh, I don’t swallow.” Lisa mumbles, eyes wide like saucers, clearly affected by the show. “What?” Yoongi says breathlessly and frustrated. “I don’t swallow, sorry. I hate the taste.” Yoongi groans, heading towards the toilet quickly. He strokes his cock desperately and cries out as he shoots his load into the porcelain. “We could fuck if you want?” Lisa offers. “No. I can’t. I’m sorry. I have to go.” Yoongi states calmly, fastening his belt and escaping the restroom.

Y/N:

“This is amazing. Really a great idea. Why didn’t we think to do this sooner?” You pass the bottle of Vodka to your BFF and she takes a swig. “I have no clue but Its exactly what we needed. Namjoon is so sweet right? Like he could’ve told me no when I asked to borrow the lake house no questions asked but he didn’t. Who does that?” You squint over at you friend, taking in her newfound glow. “Wow, I’m really sorry.” She looks over to you and laughs. “Why?” “I have been so consumed by everything going on with me that I hadn’t noticed that you were falling for Joon! When did this happen?” “Ok, so, no more Vodka for you.” She scoffs. “Come on be serious! Does he know?” “Ugh,” She throws her hands up in defeat, “I have no clue! Ok, full disclosure, I guess it started blossoming at the fourth of July party and he’s just been so sweet and attentive, and I’ve never experienced anything like that. Now we’re like talking a lot! I mean he sends me a good morning text every day. Who does that?” She passes you the bottle. “No one because chivalry is dead but,” You swallow down some Vodka and the large lump in your throat, “You and Joon are going to be really cute together. I think you’ll make a great couple. I can always ask him how he feels about you.” “Really? Do you think he could like me? Like do you get that vibe. I mean, I know he’s completely out of my league. He’s smart and charming and worldly. I’m just some random chick that happened to become friends with the cool kids if you will.” “Don’t sell yourself short. You deserve the best! And Namjoon is the best in this God forsaken city so you go get your man girl!” Your friend immediately starts laughing and you can’t help but join in. “You are super drunk!” “Are we expecting company?” You ask looking past her. She spins around, “Not that I am aware of.”

Your jaw drops as Namjoon approaches from the house. “Shit, girl. Act natural.” You whisper to your BFF, who’s face is turning a gorgeous crimson. “Sorry to interrupt ladies! I had assumed you would be alone.” Namjoon says directly to your friend. “Nope, no, not a problem. Please join us Joon.” You slap your hand on the blanket laid out on the grass underneath you. He chuckles. “Not to be rude, I was hoping that I could speak to your friend alone?” Your BFF gasps as you try but can’t hide the shock on your face. “Of course, yeah. Um, Is Bear still here? Maybe he can drive me back home. I am in no condition to drive myself.” You respond, shaking the Vodka bottle at him. He laughs and nods. “I can definitely arrange that for you,” He turns and reaches his hand out to your BFF, “Will you do me the honor and join me inside for a night cap and some conversation?” Your BFF nods at him, shock and lust gracing her face. “Hey girl, drive my car back to my place tomorrow?” You ask. She looks over to you and nods as she makes her way to the house. “You ok?” Namjoon asks, holding his hand out to help you stand. “No but I think I will be.” You stand and then pull him into a hug. He squeezes you tightly. “Yeah, you will be. You’re strong like that.” “Hey, Joon, is Yoongi ok?” He gives you a tight-lipped smile. “No, but I think he will be.” You nod. “Be good to her. She really likes you and she deserves to be treated like a queen!” You point at him with warning. Namjoon smiles wide, adjusting his eyes to see you better. “I wouldn’t have it any other way Y/N.” He looks down at his phone and then up at you. “Bear is out front. Get home safe. Promise I’ll take good care of her.” You hug him again and make your way out to meet your ride.

MIN:

“Be quiet. Your mother will freak if she sees you like this.” Yoongi strains, trying to keep a drunken Jin upright on the steps to their house. “She can be very overbearing, but she is a good mother Yoongi. I wish she could love you like she loves me. You deserve to know a mothers love.” Yoongi scoffs at the comment. “My mother wasn’t always how she is now Jin. She loved me once and in her strange way still loves me now.” He responds, leaning Jin against the house to retrieve his keys. He quietly unlocks the front door. “Shh.” Jin says to Yoongi, pressing a slender finger to his full lips. Yoongi throws Jin’s arm around his shoulder and helps him into the house. “That Jess girl really was nice, I might call her again. How was Lisa? Did you like her?” Yoongi shakes his head. “I think I’m good for a while.” Jin laughs quietly at Yoongi’s comment. “Animal! What have you done to my son?” The lights go on in the living room and both Jin and Yoongi find themselves looking up in shock at Lee An. “Mother, we are fine. Yoongi threw me a party. It was wonderful. We had a great time!” “You smell like a whorehouse! I knew I never should have let you hang around with this heathen!” “Stop it mother. I am not a child! Yoongi did a nice thing for me. You are always putting him down and I have had it!” Jin shouts. “Is that so?” Yoongi’s father appears from the hall. Jin swallows hard. “Sir.” Jin bows. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?” Jin drops his head in shame. “No sir. I apologize. I just got frustrated is all.” Jin explains. Yoongi’s father rests his hand on Jin’s shoulder. “Understandable. Why you are just being a proud hyung and defending your brother. Who can ever fault you for that?” Jin continues to look down. Yoongi’s father removes his hand from Jin’s shoulder and turns to face Yoongi, who immediately stands tall. “You should be honored Yoongi.” “He should be punished.” Lee An chimes in. Jin whips his head in the direction of his mother.

Yoongi takes in a deep breath as his father approaches him. “Sir, please, we did nothing wrong.” Jin pleads. “It’s ok Jin.” Yoongi murmurs. His father smirks. “You are almost enthusiastic for punishment son.” “Why fight the inevitable?” Yoongi’s father hums in agreement, turning to face Jin and Lee An for a moment, nodding briefly at a snarling Lee An. He spins suddenly and quickly, punching Yoongi in the stomach. The wind knocks right out of Yoongi’s lungs as he drops to his knees with a strained gasp. “Don’t.” Jin shouts, moving towards Yoongi. Yoongi’s father shoves him back hard, causing Jin to fall on his ass. “Don’t touch my son!” Lee An yells. Yoongi slowly regains his breath but only for a moment as his father kicks him in the ribs. He cries out in pain, rolling onto his side. “Get up!” His father shouts, grabbing him from the top of his head. Yoongi claws at his hand, fearing he will yank out the hair from his roots. His father releases him. He gains his bearings and stands upright on his feet. “Stop this now!” Jin shakes free from his mother’s grasp to intervene, only to be met with the back of Yoongi’s fathers’ hand. “Jin! Stay back.” Yoongi strains. He turns to face his father and reason with him. “Father…” His words are cut off by the intense humming in his head from being struck in the temple by his father’s heavy fist. He stumbles back but remains on his feet. “Do you wish to fight me son? I can see the anger in your eyes. That burning, you wish to strike me, don’t you? Well, come on.” His father moves close to him. Yoongi does not respond nor does he move but instead he drops his hands to his sides. They stare at one another for what feels like forever. Yoongi pants heavily, still struggling to breathe. “Please sir, just stop this now.” Jin calls out to Yoongi’s father. “You will never understand just how much I love you son, until you yourself become a father.” Yoongi’s father explains. “I don’t ever want to love someone the way you have loved me.” Yoongi responds plainly. His father smirks with a nod, striking Yoongi square in the mouth.

Y/N:

Your father was out of town on a business trip and you hated being alone in the house. It just felt empty and hollow without anyone around. You shuffled about in your oversized shirt and fluffy slippers, looking aimlessly for something to occupy your time. It had just started pouring out and you were instantly happy not to be at the lake. The rains usually brought in intense winds when on the lake and it made you nervous that a tree would fall over. You stood in your kitchen snacking on a granola bar, listening to the rain hit the roof, when a desperate slamming on your door caused you to shriek loudly into your empty home. Your heartbeat quickly in your chest and you wondered if you should even answer it. The knocking came again this time more intense than the last. You shuffle over to the door and press your ear against the cold metal. “Who is it?” You shout as bravely as possible. There is no answer, and you can’t help but think of every horror movie ever, where the dumb girl dies after asking who is at the door. “I have a big knife.” You call out now. Still no answer and now you panic wondering if the person on the other end has a gun. “Please go away. I’m calling the police!” You yell. “Y/N,” You hear from the other side, “Please, open the door. I didn’t mean to scare you.” You remove your ear from the door, your brows high in confusion. You yank the door open and gasp at the sight before you. “Oh my god, Yoongi, what happened to you?” You shake trying to grab a hold of a bruised and bloody Yoongi. You frantically look over his bloody nose, lip, and bruise forming under his left eye, unsure of if you should ask what happened. He takes notice of your alarm.

“Do I look so horrible?” He asks, leaning his weight on you. He smells of liquor and winces as you wrap your arm around his waist. “No, I just, are you ok? Did you drive here yourself?” He nods, walking over with you to the kitchen. “You could’ve killed someone.” You hiss, dropping him into a stool and rushing to grab ice and a wet wash cloth. “I needed to see you.” He confesses, stopping you in your tracks. “I thought you hated me.” You bring the ice over and place it on his eye while cleaning the blood from his face. “I don’t know what to do anymore. I couldn’t stay away any longer. You hurt me like everyone always does but you love me like no one else does.” He shakes his head, and you can see his free eye glisten with his held back tears. “Oh, Yoongi.” You swallow back a sob. “Don’t,” He cuts you off, “I don’t know what this is. I can’t decide right now. I just know that I needed to be with someone who doesn’t hate me.” He explains, allowing an angry tear to fall. You wrap your arms around him, his face buried in your chest. “I don’t care what happens after tonight. I just want to be here for you.” You kiss into the top of his head, allowing him to dig his hands into your hips and pull you closer to him. “Let me draw you a bath. It will make you feel better. Wait here.” You walk off to your room and into your attached bathroom. You sit on the side of the tub and begin to fill it with warm water, bubbles, and bath salts. You go back into your room to grab fresh towels and find Yoongi already undressing. You gasp and shift your eyes down to the floor. You hear him chuckle. “Shy doesn’t suit you baby.” He says, standing before you completely naked. Your eyes water at the sight of fresh bruising forming on his ribs. You feel your face flush as he walks over to you and takes your face in his hand. “Will you join me?” He whispers, rubbing his lips over yours and it takes everything in you to not pull him into a kiss. “If you want me too.” He just nods and walks into the bathroom, shutting off the running water.

You undress quickly and head into the bathroom to find Yoongi submerged up to his nose. You thank the heavens that you convinced your father to get the larger soaking tub installed. He shifts only his eyes over to you which causes you to giggle. He slowly slides his body up and waves for you to join him. You gently enter the tub, being sure not to lean against his battered chest but you are caught by surprise when he tugs you towards him. “Yoongi,” You tense up, “I shouldn’t put pressure on these.” “It’s ok, I just need you close.” He tugs at you again until your back is resting against his chest. You suddenly feel emotional and feel the need to tell him everything you’re thinking. “I’ve missed you so much. I’m so sorry Yoongi. I was so stupid. I need you to know I never had sex with Jimin. I don’t know what he said…” “Please stop talking. Just lay here with me.” He cuts you off, frustration lacing his voice. You release a slow sigh and allow your body to relax into his, laying your head in his neck. He rubs his left hand up your arm until it rests on your shoulder and rest his right hand on your belly. His breathing becomes calm and you wonder if he is falling asleep. After a few moments you nuzzle into his neck causing him to moan. Now knowing he isn’t asleep; you decide to inquire on his evening. “Do you want to talk about what happened?” You whisper. “No.” He clips. You raise your body up off his and straddle him instead, taking his face in your hands. “I am big shit in this city. My father knows so many people. I don’t know what happened or why your dad did this but I swear I can make sure he never touches you again.” He licks over his swollen lip, smirking at you. “Who said it was my father? Besides, I don’t need you to protect me but it makes me feel good to know you would call your daddy if ever I needed saving.” “I’m fucking serious Yoongi. I don’t ever want to see you like this again.” He pushes his back up away from the tub and pulls you into a gentle kiss. You melt into his soft lips, opening your mouth for his warm tongue to tease masterfully against yours. You moan into the kiss, nibbling at his top lip while reaching down to stroke his growing erection as it presses against your belly. “Make me cum brat.” He pants into your mouth.

Min:

Yoongi can’t stop kissing her, her soft mouth on his, driving him wild with need. His heart ached at her valiant attempt to provide him comfort, as if she could really protect him. No one could save him now. He can’t help but let a moan escape when she gently begins to pump his cock beneath the water. A flush of relief washes over his body. “I missed you too.” He admits, hitching his hips up as she gently glides his tip through her folds with every up stroke. He breaks free from her mouth and peppers kisses down her neck until he meets her collar bone, kissing and suckling at her exposed skin leaving a perfect purple mark on her flesh. He needed to claim her, show everyone she belongs to him. She shoves him back against the porcelain tub and begins to pump him faster using just her right hand in long languid strokes, being sure to run her thumb against the flesh on the underside of his sensitive tip. “God, how I’ve missed this cock.” She mewls, using her upper arms to squeeze her tits together. Yoongi takes one of her perky mounds in his hand as she continues her steady pace, dropping her free left hand from Yoongi’s chest down to massage his balls. Yoongi throws his head back against the tub in pure bliss as his body catches fire. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” He pants as he feels his climax rise up. “I’m gonna cum.” He cries out, calling out her name as long white strands shoot out into the bath water. He is completely out of breath and still hard. He looks up into her lustful eyes, wanting so much more of her. “You really didn’t fuck him?” Yoongi asks, he can’t help himself. He needed to know the truth. She shakes her head frantically. “No. I swear it. I couldn’t stop thinking of you.” Yoongi’s heart flips at her confession. He knew he had no right to ask her, having fooled around with Lisa, albeit it was his attempt at retaliation for what he assumed happened. “Couldn’t stop thinking of me huh?” “No, you’re all I want. I need you, so bad. Please.” She whines. Yoongi’s cock twitches at her desperation for him. “Please what?” He moans, grabbing one of her full tits in his hand again and squeezing. “Please, sir.” He plants a kiss on her lips before they step out of the tub. She grabs a towel, attempting to hand it to him. He tilts his head to the side and instead drop to his knees in front of her. “Yoongi.” Is all that escapes her lips before he yanks her by the ass and brings her to his face. He slowly licks a long trail through her folds from her taint to her clit. Her moans echo through the bathroom while Yoongi buries his face deeper within her sopping cunt.

He places her right leg onto his shoulder while resting her plump ass on the side of the tub. He begins to suck on her full folds slowly, loving the soft mewls that escape her as he carefully takes each one between his lips. He swears she’s the most delicious woman he’s ever tasted. She bucks forward with a gasp as he wraps his mouth around her clit, sucking on it hard, becoming intoxicated on her scent and taste. She whines lustfully as he releases her sweet bud, moving down to her entrance. He looks up at her to catch a glimpse of her biting her lower lip as he begins to slowly fuck her with his tongue. He dives in and out of her, lapping up her arousal with lurid slurps and moans. She tangles her hands in his hair, alternating between calling his name out and cursing. When he feels her juices trail along his chin he moves back up to her swollen bud, taking it into his mouth again, sucking and licking in circles, driving her wild. He feels her inner thighs tremble and he knows she’s close. He lifts his right hand up and moistens two fingers with her lust before sliding them into her soaked cunt. She cries out from deep in her throat and Yoongi can feel his cock get harder than it’s ever been. “Whose needy cunt is this?” He asks between laps. “Fuck, it’s yours, it’s fucking yours sir.” She says out of breath, grinding into Yoongi’s face. He curls his two fingers up rubbing against that sweet spongy spot deep inside of her, and he can feel her walls begin to clench around him. “Say my name.” He pants. “Yoongi, fuck, Yoongi, I, I’m, fuck……Ahh.” She shrieks into the room. Her walls quivering, legs shaking, and breathing labored as Yoongi continues to lap at her cunt, riding her through her climax. “I can’t, it’s too much.” She gasps her body trembling. “Who’s pussy is this?” Yoongi asks continuing to lick at her overstimulated bud. “Yours, God, please, it’s yours.” Yoongi finally releases her, pleased with her response. He moves his mouth down, trailing kisses along her inner thigh before placing another purple mark, this time on the center of her inner thigh. She sucks in a breath watching Yoongi work. He slowly removes his mouth from her thigh, observing his handy work with a smile, and slowly stands, pulling her into a kiss. She runs her hand over his cock and he hums in approval. “I want you inside me.” She slowly strokes him, pushing him towards her bed. “I need to feel you deep inside me.”

Y/N:

He smirks suggestively as you push him closer and closer to your bed. He yanks you by your neck into another desperate kiss once you arrive at your destination. You get lost in this kiss however, it’s tender and gentle, so unlike him. He spins you slowly, switching places with you. He takes your bottom in his large hands, lifting you onto the edge of the bed. He trails kisses down your neck, taking your erect nipple into his mouth, hungrily sucking and nibbling on it. He releases with a quiet pop and gently guides you to lay on your back while he aligns himself between your thighs. He drags your body down by the backs of your thighs towards his drooling tip, wrapping your legs around his waist. “My God, Yoongi.” You cry out feeling his swollen head glide between your folds. “Please don’t tease me.” You mewl, pushing your hips forward. He slowly pushes into your entrance. His mouth falls open and your eyes roll back as he slowly adds inch by inch of his cock into you. “So, fucking, tight.” He growls, taking a moment once he bottoms out to allow you to adjust to his size. You buck your hips impatiently and he nods pulling out all the way to his tip and slowly entering you again, stretching you in the best way possible. “No one fills me like you!” You praise. Yoongi hums and begins to slide in and out of you at a methodically slow pace, his mouth wide, you can see he’s savoring every stroke. Still, you can’t help but lift your hips to meet his torturous thrusts. He grasps your waist to still you and continues to roll his hips upwards, releasing a sobbed moan into your room. “You feel so good Yoongi, please, fuck me harder, faster.” He smiles seductively, taking you by the back of the neck and pulling you up so you’re face to face with him, his cock pushing further inside you. “I don’t want to fuck you tonight,” He whispers into your ear, extending his hands down your back, and taking your ass into his large palms. He lifts you off the bed slightly and begins to glide you across his cock, still keeping with his original rhythm. You whimper into his neck feeling your core tighten as your clit rubs against his shaft. “God, Yoongi, feels so good.” You pant into his neck. Yoongi lifts you fully and climbs atop the bed, lying you on your back once more and repositioning himself between your thighs. He takes you in a full deep kiss, swirling his tongue around yours. “Ready to cum baby?” He moans softly, grinding against your G-spot. “Yes please sir. I want to cum all over your cock.” You mewl as he begins to hasten his pace, dropping a hand between you both to twirl circles against your clit. He drives himself harder into you, his tip pressing into your cervix. Your core ignites, as you feel that coil deep inside you tighten and suddenly explode. “Fuck Yoongi, I’m cumming.” You cry out as white-hot waves crash over you causing you to clench your pussy tightly around Yoongi. He releases an animal like moan into your neck, his pace becoming sloppy. “Fuck! Me too baby.” Yoongi cries out and you can feel his cock twitching inside of you, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. He continues to thrust through his climax, taking your mouth into a ravenous kiss. You moan lustfully, feeling the slickness of his cum dripping down from your cunt and onto your sheets. He releases you from the kiss, out of breath and looks you over, making no attempt to remove himself from inside you. He presses his forehead against yours and you glide your hands down his back. “Yoongi,” You whisper, running your hands back up his back and into his hair. “Yeah baby?” “I love you.” Your voice cracks at your confession.

MIN:

Yoongi sighs deeply, planting a kiss on her cheek. He wanted so badly to say those words back to her. He felt his heart swell as she looked at him longingly, seeing the truth of those words in her eyes. He swallows down the large lump in his throat and slowly pulls out of her. He makes his way into the bathroom to grab a towel. He brings it back to her and begins to clean her up. He can feel the tension fill the room as she stares at him nervously. “Yoongi.” She whispers. “I should go.” He declares once she’s clean. “Please don’t. I shouldn’t have said that. I meant what I said about wanting to be here for you. I’m sorry.” “No, don’t be sorry. It’s just, I’m just, I’m fucked up Y/N. I’m no good. You shouldn’t want to love me.” She pulls Yoongi towards her until he is forced to stretch his body out on the bed. She cuddles into his side, head resting on his chest, Yoongi feels so at ease with her so why on earth couldn’t he just say the words? After the blow-up with his father, Yoongi drank himself stupid until his head was running a million miles a minute. It wasn’t until you came across his mind that he felt his thoughts ease and he decided he needed to see you. How long had it been, he wondered? Two months? Two months too long. A soft kiss on his bruised ribs jolts him from his head. “Penny for your thoughts.” She lifts her head to look up at him. He strokes her cheek gently, taking in her beauty. “You are mine and I am yours. Do you remember me saying that to you?” He asks, reminding her of the first thing he ever told her the first time they were intimate. She nods. “I meant those words then and I mean them more now. I can’t be without you and I can’t stand the thought of anyone else having you. Seeing you kiss your ex brought up so many different emotions. Betrayal is the one that initially comes to mind. Then, meeting him and hearing him say you’d been together. I wanted to kill him over just the thought that he had his hands all over you,” Yoongi slides his body up so he’s resting his back on her headboard and she has no choice but to sit up and face him, “It may seem odd to you based off of my demeanor but I don’t cheat. If I make a commitment to you then I keep that commitment but if you burn me, I can promise, you and I are done. You burned me Y/N and even still I’m having a hard time forgetting you. I think that’s the worst part of this.” Yoongi looks her over, she’s deep in thought. “So, how do we move past this? I want to make it better.” She says. “I need you to be honest with me, always. Do I have anything to worry about with your ex? Is there any truth to what he’s saying? I mean why would you kiss him in the first place?” Yoongi had so many questions, questions he could see were making Y/N uncomfortable.

She shifted her body so she was closer to his. “I want to say that I needed some sort of closure but that would be a lie. I’m just stupid. I am so used to fucking up and still getting my way that it didn’t occur to me that my actions would affect you. The truth is no one has ever been able to make me feel and think about anyone other than myself until I met you. Now I find myself wanting nothing more than to be around you and please you. I fucked up Yoongi and I am so fucking sorry. I don’t want to lose you. I swear nothing more than that kiss happened and nothing will ever happen again. I am yours and you are mine.” She shrugs. Yoongi furrows his brow, searching her face for any doubt. “Come here.” Yoongi says as he leans in and plants a kiss on her lips. She practically melts into him. “Don’t betray me again brat.” He whispers into her lips. “I won’t. I promise.” Yoongi claims her mouth again, this time slower, filling it with his emotions. She moans softly. Once they part, he looks over her face, his heart racing, nerves taking over. “I love you too.” He confesses, feeling a heavy weight lifted from his shoulders.

Y/N:

You wake up feeling the best you ever have, rolling over to find a snoozing Yoongi beside you. After his confession last night, you both kissed until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. “Yoongi, I love you.” You whisper. Yoongi mumbles whilst rolling onto his back, sighing deeply, clearly still asleep. You kiss his cheek gently and climb out of bed, checking your phone. You find a message from your BFF. “On the way with your ride.” “Shit.” You whisper, checking the time to see an hour has passed since she sent the message. You hop in the shower and dress in shorts and an oversized sweater, pondering on how you can convince Yoongi to stay in all day with you. When you emerge from the bathroom you find Yoongi still fast asleep. You smile to yourself at the thought of him being this comfortable with you. Suddenly the doorbell rings and you jump up at the sound. Yoongi only sighs again. He must be extremely exhausted after the night he had; you think to yourself. You head out of your room to answer the door. “Hey bitch!” Your best friend smiles brightly at you. “Hey yourself.” You whisper. She pushes past you and you quickly trail behind her. “Here are your car keys, I can’t stay too long Joon is outside waiting to drive me home. How was your night? I know you hate the rain.” She looks you over suspiciously. “It was good. Quiet you know. How about yours? Did you and Joon…you know?” You raise and shimmy your brows at her. She giggles nervously before nodding hard. “Holy shit girl! About damn time! How was it?” “Amazing! He’s gently and kind and strong if you know what I mean.” She laughs. “Ew, TMI!” “Well anyway, it was a great night. I’m sorry our girls night got interrupted though. I’ll make it up to you another night. How about later?” “Uh, I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow, I might just stay in today.” “Girl, you cannot lay in bed crying over this Min boy nonsense. Besides, he wouldn’t let Jimin eating you out bother him if he knew you didn’t even cum. He would probably be overjoyed at the thought. Men and their egos you know.” She rolls her eyes as you both hear rustling from down the hall. Your heart drops. “What was that? Is your dad home?” She covers her mouth nervously. You swallow hard but try to laugh it off. “No, he’s gone till next week. I forgot to put some clothes away after I washed them, they probably toppled over. Anyways, you should get going before Joon freaks.” She nods in response and pulls you into a hug. “Call me later if your bored.” “I will.” You walk her out and head nervously back to your room.

As you enter you find the bed empty, “Yoongi.“ You call out before being pulled by the hair into a hard kiss. Yoongi shoves you back towards your vanity, lifting you off your feet and sitting you atop it. You moan into his mouth, your hands finding their home in his hair whilst his hands grip your hips. He drags your aching core up and down his growing erection, moving his wet open mouth kisses down your jaw and neck. “Fuck Yoongi, I want you so bad.” You whine, raking your nails down his back. He bites down hard into the soft flesh of your neck causing you to cry out, your cotton thong sticking to your moist cunt. You reach down and rub at his cock through his briefs. “I want to suck your cock.” You whisper in his ear. Yoongi says nothing, he just grabs a fist full of your hair again and yanks your head back, suckling at your exposed neck. You pant and moan loudly as Yoongi slides his hand up your short leg and rubs at your clothed center. “Please don’t tease me.” You beg, hitching your hips forward. Yoongi just smirks, still gripping your hair tightly. He carefully slides your cotton barrier to the side and glides his middle finger between your slit, coating it in your juices. He brings it up to his lips but before he inserts it in his mouth, he looks over to you lustfully. “Open.” You pant desperately and do as your told. He waste no time shoving his soaked finger in your mouth, allowing you time to suck your own juices from his finger. He grips your face with his remaining free fingers, causing the one in your mouth to glide dangerously close to the back of your throat. You take a deep breath to calm your gag reflex. He releases his grip on your hair and pulls your face towards him, “See how sweet your cunt taste? It’s no wonder all the men in this shit city want a piece of you.” Your eyes go wide and your heart races as you wonder if he overheard your conversation with your BFF. He pulls his hand from your face. “Yoongi…” You start before he quickly shoves two fingers inside your sopping pussy. You gasp at the feeling of pleasure that courses through you and immediately forget what it was you wanted to say. Yoongi curls his fingers inside you, stealing the moan that escapes your mouth with an aggressive kiss. He expertly fucks your cunt, his fingers moving in and out of you at a toe curling speed. The lurid sounds of your moisture and moans filling the room. “My greedy little brat loves getting finger fucked huh?” Yoongi grunts, wrapping his free hand around your throat. “Yes, fuck, God. Yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes sir! Fuck, yes sir! I fucking love it!” You practically shriek as he applies pressure to your clit with his thumb and you can’t help but grind your hips up with every circular movement he makes on your sensitive bud. You feel your core burn as your climax fast approaches. Yoongi clamps down on your neck causing you to grab his wrist as you pant desperately with your rising orgasm. He stares at you, mouth opened, with lust filled eyes, watching your every reaction. You whimper as your walls clench, “Fuck, sir, I’m gonna cum.” Yoongi smirks, pulling his fingers from you abruptly. You try to raise your body up in protest but he keeps you down with his tighten grip on your throat. He yanks your short leg and thong to the side again shoving his cock into you without warning. You cry out at the burning mix of pain and pleasure.

He yanks you forward into a painful kiss, your teeth clashing with his. You attempt to speak but Yoongi’s forceful thrust keep your head too dizzy to forms coherent sentences. “Does my brat like getting fucked stupid?” Yoongi growls between clenched teeth into your ear. You can only mewl and whimper, choosing to show your satisfaction by thrusting your hips forward to meet his. “I’m gonna cum into this needy cunt.” He whispers into your ear and you nod frantically, dying to feel his cock twitch inside you. You lower your hand from his wrist to attempt to rub your swollen clit but Yoongi uses his free hand to stop you, crying out as he fills your cunt with his hot seed. You clench around him, whining and thrusting trying to build up your high while Yoongi rides out his. “Don’t stop.” You plead. Yoongi releases your hand and you immediately drop it down to your needy bud, rubbing frantically as Yoongi continues to thrust into you. “Yes, fuck yes, don’t stop, I’m right there. God.” You cry out as your walls tremble. Yoongi kisses you hard and yanks his member from your aching walls. “What the fuck!?” You shout, swatting at Yoongi who steps back and begins dressing. “Tell me brat, is that what it felt like when Jimin left you wanting? Or do I do it better?” Your jaw drops as you watch him finish dressing. “Yoongi, you don’t understand.” You begin, sliding off the vanity. “That you’re a liar? No, I get that part. See, Y/N, I’ve been surrounded by liars my whole life. It’s no surprise to me that you’re one too.” “I didn’t want to hurt you Yoongi. It was insignificant.” He huffs at your comment, standing as he finishes lacing his shoes. “Am I insignificant as well?” He cocks his head to the side. “No, I love you. Jimin means nothing to me.” He nods and moves towards the door. Your heart seizes at the sight. “Please don’t leave!” You yank at his arm. He pulls his arm from your grasp. “On your knees brat!” He shouts and immediately you do as your told, tears streaming down your face. “Yoongi, please don’t leave like this. I’m sorry.” He walks over to you, pulling your face up by your chin. “My gorgeous brat,” He whispers, rubbing your wet cheek, allowing you to lean into his hand, “Keep testing and pushing my love because in the end, you will submit. I’ve made the mistake in thinking I could let my guard down but that was just me being foolish. I know what my spoiled little brat needs.” He grips your hair and yanks your head back, rubbing his lips across yours. “She needs to be punished. Craves it even.” He whispers before kissing you deeply. “Yoongi please, I’m sorry, I love you.” “I will forgive you for lying in exactly two weeks’ time. Let’s call it a cooling period. A time for reflection. Until then, you’ll be a good girl for me, wont you?” He looks over you lovingly and you can’t help but nod in response, wanting so bad to please him. He kisses you again. “See you then brat. You can stand when I’m gone.” He releases you and walks out, slamming the door behind him. You cup your aching cunt and drop to the floor, groaning in defeat, knowing Yoongi was right. You would always push but in the end you would always submit.

#bts smut #suga x reader #suga x you #yoongi smut

[shimmershae]

My thoughts on Episode 6--On the Inside

Very appropriate title by the way.  Works in a multitude of ways.  

As always, my randomness is going beneath a cut again to spare the eyeballs of those of you that don’t want to see it at all and also?  Help those of you that have somehow stayed spoiler-free in this brand-new age of early release episodes.  It is still so wild to me that I’m a full episode ahead of half the fandom.  I don’t know what I’m going to do when we get to the final episode and they decide to make us all suffer together--because somehow I do feel they will do exactly that after spoiling us for the first 23 episodes.  It is going to be agonizing.  

Anyway.  Without further ado, Shae’s stream of consciousness review (of sorts).  

Not fair, Angela.  Opening the episode with that shot of that big ass spider.  I hate those suckers.  So naturally, they’re an easy sell for setting the horror scene to me, lol.  

Okay.  Who the hell’s chasing Virgil and Connie?  Walker No-See-Ums?

Barely a minute in and the atmosphere for this episode is moody AF.  

What is this?  Tara Jr. The Walking Dead?  LOL.  Where’s the Scarlett for this mini plantation house?  Anyway.  First three minutes of this episode?  Just as attention grabbing as the first five episode openings this season.  I don’t think people out there are giving our writers enough love for that.  Every episode so far has opened like a mini movie.  

With the way the Walking Dead logo keeps crumbling away with each successive episode, somehow it wouldn’t surprise me at all if the Carol and Daryl spinoff was eventually titled The Living and had flowers growing out of each letter, lol.  I mean, there would be a certain sort of life-affirming symmetry in a show that’s been promised to be much lighter in tone doing just that.  

More Carol and Aaron?  Yes, please.  I don’t necessarily like Carol staying at home and sitting the sidelines like a figurative happy little homemaker in the B story while the rest of the mains are trying like hell to sell the A story, but if she’s going to be totally prohibited from the main storyline until it’s time to blow shit up?  I’m going to continue enjoy getting to see her do what she should have been doing for seasons--interacting with others in the community, especially Aaron and the ladies.  

Truly.  I really am loving my girl getting some quality Aaron and Rosita time.  It’s so long overdue.  

Bless sweet Kelly.  Riding off to her sister’s rescue.  

Why isn’t Lydia shown as part of these plans?  For someone that could barely read last season, I doubt that big ass map was a piece of cake for her and it’s all just guesswork anyway without her guidance.  I mean, why does it feel like they are cutting some of this stuff that might not seem like much plot-wise but would go a long way toward establishing different character beats?  Personally, I would have loved to see her involved in the search and sharing scenes again with Carol and bonding with Kelly. 

Virgil be having that “I always feel like somebody’s watching me” feeling.  Don’t you hate that, lol?  

“You haven’t slept in days.”  But how many days, Virgil?  I’m going to need a number because I’m confused AF about this timeline at this point.  What we’re seeing and what different pieces of dialogue is telling us is not exactly lining up.  I’m going to find it awful hilarious if it hasn’t even been two weeks since the cave in.  For reasons.  

Connie’s spidey senses are clearly tingling.  

Alrighty, then.  She’s clearly got PTSD.  Understandable.  They’ve all had it.  Some have been treated more sympathetically than others, though.  

I mean, it never seems to cross anybody’s mind how Carol probably sees Henry’s head on that pike, Mika’s pale and bloody body, Lizzie crumpled face down in a bed of yellow flowers, Sophia with a smoking bullet hole through her undead head whenever she closes her eyes but whatever.  

Okay though.  But what if Connie had really shitty, impossible to read handwriting?  AKA doctor’s  handwriting.  What then?  

Leah’s face honestly twists my insides whenever I see it, lol.  It’s quiet a visceral thing.  No, that does not make me a horrible person.  Not everybody wants or has to drink the awesome, great, redeemable villainess Kool-Aid.  IMHO, she’s got a face meant for a Walker.  Perfect makeover idea.  Eh.  Mostly it’s her expression and the deadness of her eyes.  

Anyway.  Why is it always the fingers?  Eff that.  

Listen.  If ya’ll can’t tell Daryl’s conflicted AF with the situation he’s landed in, you don’t know how to read NR’s face and eyes.  He’s not a masterclass like MMB but he’s pretty darn good when he wants to be.  

I honestly feel sorry for Redshirt Frost.  

“You do what you gotta do.”  Frost knows what’s what and he’s willing to walk the walk for Maggie.  Impressive loyalty.  I’m left wondering how the current, colder incarnation of Maggie inspired it because I’m still struggling to see it.  Anywho.  My point is the dude knows the score and just gave Daryl the okay.  

Daryl taking off his angel vest before stepping into the role of torturer/interrogator=him shedding the persona/the man Judith and RJ and Lydia and Carol know him to be.  Pushing away his man of honor status so he can just survive somehow.  

Pope never quits chewing whatever the hell he’s got in his mouth.  It’s kind of distracting.  

Ohhh.  We’re back to the Haunted Mansion.  I mean house.  Where are the Hitchhiking Ghosts?  

All the eyes scratched out of those creepy pictures=spooky.  

The good old fogged up bathroom mirror shot.  Somebody’s been watching and studying their horror movies, lol.  Not gonna lie though.  I’m legit bracing myself for the jump scares I know have to be coming.  

I’m loving the music/score in these scenes.  

Truthfully, I could care less about these Reapers.  But they are hella attractive, lol.  Listen.  Angela knows what she’s doing.  

Kelly’s horse is so pretty.  Prayer chain for that baby.  

More dead horses?  Why?  

Connie’s slingshot?  Sorry.  I maintain, no matter how much I like these two, that they have the lamest weapons ever.  Endless supply of Virginia rocks or not.  

So.  Did Virgil and Connie enjoy a little equine for dinner?  Did they kill it before the Walkers fed?  What monsters!  Yeah, no.  Not if they were starving even if I personally could not have.  The more probable story is they fled the camp in a panic and left the horse behind and then it went down.  Sorry.  I didn’t exactly study the wounds on the poor animal because it is so traumatizing to me to continue to see them meet such dastardly ends on this show.  I don’t know who the hell has such a score to settle with horses but stop it.  

Days.  It’s only been days.  Not weeks.  So many times with all that Daryl and Company have had to contend with since the cave in?  Those do not exist, lol.  They’re just a convenient, appeasing piece of dialogue thrown at a fanbase primed and ready to read everything into not much of anything.  There’s just not been enough time for it to happen unless Daryl has literally been up 24/7 for all of them.  You know, strategizing how to attack the remainders of Alpha’s horde, figuring out how to defend Hilltop before it fell, healing from the wound he sustained at Alpha’s hand, sitting on that log all damn night with Negan waiting on Carol to come home, having a lover’s quarrel with his best damn everything, taking care of the Grimes babies and Lydia, being the reluctant leader.  Kang, why you playing them like that?  Daryl’s a super guy but he’s not a superhuman with clones.  So many times my ass.  

Seriously.  Who been watching Connie and Virgil?  The MIA Oceansiders?  Beta’s Fee Fi Fo Fum Ghost?  

Nice.  A Michonne mention.  Maybe the truth will start to trickle out.  

LMAO at Connie’s “I’m not staying here.”  Me neither, girl.  I would be outta that house so fast.  

They really “Quiet Placing” this episode.  Honestly?  I’m kinda loving it.  

WTF was that?  I know she can’t hear but you telling me all the little hairs on her arms, legs, and neck didn’t stand the fuck up and say fuck this shit, I’m gone?  Pardon my language, lovelies, but that moment had my heart kicking up several beats.  

Okay, okay.  To be fair to Connie, every hair on her body been doing that since the front door closed.  Maybe they’re desensitized.  

Gollum’s chasing Connie!!!  He/She wants their Precious!!!

The knee jerk reactions about this episode sight unseen are OTT, honestly.  And I mean no disrespect by saying that.  I can understand completely where they’re coming from because we’ve been burned so long in this fandom.  But it’s obvious the spoiler source has their particular biases and reads into things in such a way that don’t line up with what’s actually being shown onscreen.  Daryl’s loyalty in this episode and all along quite clearly lies with his family and his community.  He’s been playing Leah since the start and is truly just trying to survive somehow.  

Awful thought.  The Reaper that’s so suspish of Daryl--haven’t quite caught his name or really cared to.  I feel like he might try to get to Daryl somehow.  When he realizes that Daryl cares no more for Leah than any human would care for somebody (they thought) they used to know?  He’s going after Dog.  Or Carol should she finally join this story. 

I refuse to believe Carol isn’t going to be a part of this story.  Because they messing with her mans, lol.  

“You’re ever with us or you’re not.”  Now where have I heard those words before?  I wish I could find that Daryl gif because that had to be one of the funniest things ever, lol.  

Unrealistic suggestion to Daryl, Leah?  Breathing oxygen seems to piss off Carver.  Oh look.  He finally has a name for me, lol.  

I love how all three of the ladies--Carol, Magna, and Rosita--look at Kelly with such indulgent, adoring “little sis, you alright?” eyes.  

They are seriously the most beautiful quartet of characters.  I mean all of them are lovely but Carol and Rosita this season?  Ugh.  The unfairness of the pretty.  

Human bones.  Terminus callback, lovelies.  How it all would have eventually gone down if Gareth and Co. hadn’t met the business end of Rick’s red machete.  

So many horror movie homages in this one.  

Virgil’s like “let’s leave this Texas Chainsaw Massacre behind.”  

Connie and Virgil have obviously bonded, ya’ll.  I’m surprised by how much I’m enjoying their scenes together when the character mostly got on my nerves with Michonne.  He’s a good actor and the core of his character is sympathetic, but I’m not going to lie.  I wasn’t super enthused when he was the one that rescued Connie because I didn’t know how their scenes would play out. But there’s a nice synergy there.  

Okay.  Does Carver want Leah for himself?  Because I’m sure Daryl at this point would love to scream “take her, I know where I fucking belong!”  

Daryl’s digging in deep because Carver has shown him Leah’s potential weak spot.  Nuance is truly lost on some people, LMAO.  He cares about Leah as a human being probably.  He’s Daryl, after all.  The sweet one.  But he sees her as his way outta this and he’s going to exploit it.  

It’s nice to have a silent Negan for once, lol.  I can pretend he didn’t take my baby Glenn away from me and enjoy JDM’s pretty.  

So.  These cannibal people were the watchers?  Hmm.  

I’m really digging Virgil 2.0.  Yeah.  Nobody’s surprised more than me.  

Sweet, sweet scene between Virgil and Connie.  His determination to reunite her with her family brings back the sympathy I felt for him when he told Michonne “I promised her flowers.  Every day.”  

Damn.  How many of those creepy crawly cannibals are there?  

How brave of Connie to confront her fears to save someone she’s obviously grown to care about.  

The Kelly/Connie reunion gave me chills and made me cry.  Thank fuck Angela didn’t cheapen that moment by having it focus on literally anybody else.  Kelly is the most important person in the whole world to Connie and vice versa.  Just like Carol is the most important person in the whole world to Daryl and vice versa.  Angela fucking knows.  Everybody does.  Except the people busy building castles out of sand while the waves of Carol’s and Daryl’s converging stories keep crashing closer and closer to shore.  

Such a beautiful moment given to us by Angel Theory and Lauren Ridloff.  So authentic and sweet.  Kelly and Connie are home to each other.  

Poor Frost.  That’s all I gotta say about that.  

WTF, though.  Was Mel just not available or what?  I want to see more of the ASZ characters that I care about, not the Reapers.  Like I’d be fine with the story if all the characters not named Maggie, Negan, or Daryl weren’t surviving on crumbs during it.  Especially the 2nd billed actress on the entire show.  Angela.  Please.  Fix this.  

One last WTF.  Seriously.  WTF has Maggie done to inspire Pope’s obsession?  It better be juicy after all this shit.  

Overall impression of the episode--

One of my favorites of the season so far.  The horror aspects were fantastic, IMHO. I truly didn’t expect to like Connie and Virgil’s scenes as much together so that was a nice surprise.  She got the reunion that felt most true and earned for the character and her story and I thank Angela from the bottom of my heart for that.  

I would have loved more Carol but I always want more Carol.  I’m okay with her taking a backseat because ultimately?  This was Kelly’s moment with her sister.  Carol and Connie will eventually have their time to sit down and talk.  And pick back up their blossoming friendship because I truly do not feel Connie blames Carol at all.  

I do wish Lydia had been included with the girl group.  Last episode felt like it was leading up to that.  

The Reaper storyline continues to be the weakest link because every time we see them the dialogue and interactions feel totally recycled from the time previous.  I feel like it would have totally been helped by a tighter focus and less stretching out because 8 episodes of this is really diluting what I feel like Angela and Co. are going for.  I’m not here for Leah being redeemed or being a bigger focus in any of the episodes because she does nothing of interest for me.  I’m just peeking in on that story for the Daryl of it all.  

Speaking of the Daryl? You lovelies out there gotta stop taking that spoiler source’s recaps at face value because it’s obvious to me at least that there’ some bias at work.  Every action and word coming from Daryl is coming from a place of loyalty to his family and wanting to protect them, no matter how he has to dirty his hands.  Leah is just a means to his ultimate end.  She’s not his future.  She never was.  His future’s already spoken for and 2023 can’t get  here soon enough.  But like Daryl, we have to just survive somehow.  

Oh goodie.  More Maggie and Negan next episode and looks like no real follow up on Connie and the ASZ reunions.  Hopefully, this is yet another instance of the previews being deceiving but I’m not holding my breath.  

Until later, lovelies.  

Hope my word vomit didn’t bore you too much.  

#The Walking Dead #Season 11 #TWD spoilers #things that make me smile and cry #for reasons #ignore all the typos #with something this longwinded? #LOL #there's bound to be plenty

[shitty-marvel-fan732]

Is That...?

Title: Is That...?

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Requested?: Yes! @wolfiegal98​ I hope you like it love!

Word Count: 6,200 ish

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, mentions of past death

Summary: Loosely follows the plot of Thor Ragnarok. What will happen when the reader finds out that Loki has actually been alive for the past 4 years? Angst and Fluff.

Author's Note: I sincerely hope this makes sense 😂 I picture the reader to be a mutant in this, capable of controlling the air, water, and fire around her, but it's not really explained well because this was already like 6k. P.s., its not my GIF!

“Stephen?” you called curiously, not moving to get up in the slightest. In all honesty, it baffled you that after almost a year of studying under him that you still had nearly no ability to navigate the Sanctum, but it felt like there was little you could do to change that. As much as you enjoyed spending time with the good Doctor, you absolutely loathed trying to find anything in this maze of a building -- you'd figured out pretty quickly that it was much easier to simply yell for him rather than attempt to find anything yourself. 

“In the front.”

You yelped as the disembodied head of your mentor popped momentarily through one of his glowy, orange portals before disappearing again. 

Forget trying to find your way around this place, you’d never get used to that. 

Rolling your eyes, a wave of your hand produced a gust of wind that weightlessly lifted you from your seat and carried you to the front. 

"You know you don't have to scare the shit out of me every time I--"

Your complaint died in your throat before you managed to finish your thought. The wind that’d been carrying you died down immediately and your feet landed on the floor with a light thump. 

Standing near Stephen was a certain blond-haired Asgardian. He was holding an umbrella, and wearing what you could only imagine was an outfit meant to help him blend in with human beings -- as if that were possible. You blinked, brain taking only a split-second to process the sight in front of you before your face cracked into a huge smile. 

"Thor!" you greeted happily before launching yourself into the god's already open arms. Thor chuckled amusedly as he embraced you tightly. 

"Hello to you as well Lady Y/N," he grinned, flashing his thousand-watt smile down towards you. You grinned as you pulled yourself out of his arms, feeling thoroughly surprised and delighted. 

"Where have you been? It's been, what like 2 years?" you questioned breathlessly as you punched him squarely on the arm in playful irritation. He only grinned wider, body not moving an inch as you hit him. 

“Eh you know, here and there,” he shrugged. “Saved a couple of planets from destruction, things like that.”

“Still modest as ever I see,” you giggled. 

“Yes, and I see you’ve been working on things since I've left,” Thor complimented. “Your control is quite impressive.”

“That’s not all I can do either,” you teased smugly. Thor chuckled amicably, one brow raised in interest. It was true, working closely with Stephen for the past year had not only massively helped you learn how to use your powers, but had led you to actually discovering some you’d never known you had. 

"Anyways. Thor is here to locate his father," Stephen interjected. "I was just about to send him on his way."

Your brows immediately dipped into a frown, eyes raking over the men in hopes that their faces would yield some sort of explanation. Though Strange's face remained impassive, Thor's expression at once became more solemn. 

"Odin's here? Like on Earth?" you questioned curiously. Thor merely nodded, eyes casting downwards as if to purposely avoid your gaze. As your mind ran wild with the new information, you internally wondered what the Asgardian king could possibly be doing on Earth. Moreover, you didn't understand why his presence would cause Thor to require Stephen's help. Eyebrow raised in suspicion, you crossed your arms and urged the men with a silent look to explain further. 

"Yes, in a place called Norway apparently. It's kind of a long story," Thor drawled. "One with many more questions than answers I'm afraid. I should probably be going to fetch him now."

Stephan nodded waving his arms nonchalantly and opening a portal, but you remained still, wondering what it was that they both knew that you were missing. 

"And I suppose I'll be needing my brother back," he finished, looking towards Stephen expectantly. 

"Your what now?" you choked. 

"Oh yeah, right," Stephen hummed.

He waved his hands above his head and another portal opened. You heard screaming coming from above, and not a second later a man fell straight out onto the Sanctum's floor with an echoing thud. Your jaw dropped.

It couldn't be. 

"I have been falling for thirty minutes!" the man roared from the ground, fists clenched and posture rigid.  

If you weren't so thoroughly consumed by your complete confusion and the small, futile feelings of hope growing within your chest, you might've laughed at the familiar voice's indignant cry.

"Is that…" you managed to ask weakly, your body completely frozen as your brain worked in overdrive trying to make sense of what you were seeing. The man stood slowly to his feet as you vaguely heard Thor and Stephen talking next to you. It felt like all the breath in your body had been stolen from you, unable to believe the sight before you. 

It was him. 

Loki, the god of mischief, stood just a few feet from you, huffing and dusting himself off. 

Loki who'd been dead for the better part of 4 years. 

Loki. 

"I-- he -- but he's -- what," you spluttered helplessly. Loki's eyes flashed to your face as you spoke. A look of utter shock filtered through his blue-green irises as he caught sight of your frozen form, and his pale face rapidly lost what little color it'd had to begin with. You whimpered pathetically. It felt like your brain might actually be imploding from its inability to process what was happening right now. "You--"

"Darling," Loki breathed, raising his hands in front of him in surrender. You gaped, mouth hanging wide open. 

"Uhm yes, quick update Loki is alive," Thor announced with a quick clap of his hands. "And while I'm sure the two of you have much to discuss we really need to be--" 

"You-- asshole."

"Y/N--"

"You absolute FUCKING ASSHOLE," you screeched, body suddenly erupting into a kind of fury the likes of which you'd never experienced. "YOU LET EVERYONE -- LET ME -- THINK THAT YOU WERE DEAD FOR FOUR FUCKING YEARS, AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SHOW UP HERE NOW?"

You could feel your powers surging to the surface, the unbridled rage practically begging to be set free as you crossed the large gap between your bodies in mere seconds. Too livid to even let your natural instincts take over, you simply begin pounding your fists against every available inch of the now-cowering god's body. 

"What in FUCKS name are you even doing here, you lying, evil piece of SHIT?" your fists pounded relentlessly against Loki, primal screams of pure anger ripping from your throat as you did. Eventually, you felt your body being pulled away, a giant pair of hands gripping your waist tightly. 

"Alright now, that's probably enough," Thor's booming chuckle broke through the rhythmic, deafening pounding of your racing heartbeat in your ears. He caged your body against his with seemingly very little effort, expression wholly amused at your reaction. 

You thrashed wildly against his hold, rage still searing through your every pore like a wave of molten hot lava. Your irses began to turn red and your fingertips sparked with little bursts of flame. Falling still for only a moment, your hands darted out, grasping one of Thor’s forearms tightly as your palms glowed with a brilliant, vibrant blue. Thor growled in pain as your heated skin gripped his flesh, arms instantly releasing you as he cradled his burnt limb gingerly. 

"Since when can you do that?" Thor demanded, looking very much like he was in shock. 

Smiling smugly, your hands became engulfed in flames and you turned your attention back to Loki. 

"Told you I'd learned some new tricks," you growled before lunging towards Loki. You only made it a half a step before an invisible force held you in place. 

“How many times do I have to tell you Y/N, no fire in the Sanctum!” Stephen scolded sternly before a flick of his hand sent you, Thor, and Loki straight through the portal. 

You landed with a soft thump and found yourself rolling across grass, any sight of the Sanctum completely gone. Groaning a little at the pain in your side from the way you'd fallen, your eyes roamed over the field with confusion. 

“You can come back when you’re done with your little tantrum,” Strange’s voice echoed in your head from afar. You huffed in disbelief as your surroundings became clear. 

He’d sent you to fucking Norway. 

“Y/N,” Loki called quietly. 

Residual anger bubbled up in your chest once more at the sound of his voice. You turned to find him standing a few yards away, hands raised in surrender once more and handsome features cautiously scanning your face. 

“I must explai--,”

“Loki.” Thor cut his brother off sharply, staring towards the cliff. Loki’s eyes travelled to meet his brother’s gaze, breath catching in his throat once he noted Odin’s seated form on a large rock near the coastline. Thor began to walk purposefully over to his father, but Loki's attention turned back to you. You huffed loudly as you stared furiously into his pleading eyes, your body not moving an inch. After a few moments of intense eye contact you cocked your head towards Odin, indicating that he should proceed. Loki nodded tensely in thanks before striding off to where his father and brother sat. 

Letting out a massive sigh, you ran your fingers through your hair once you were left standing alone. A tiny flash of guilt started to fill your tummy as you watched the men murmur amongst themselves. Deciding it was probably best to give them a little privacy, you turned away, awkwardly fiddling with the rings on your fingers as you waited for them to finish speaking. 

Your mind felt like it was practically buzzing with thoughts as you tried to process everything that'd just happened. Thor's abrupt reappearance, the fact that your mentor had basically banished you to Norway, the nagging question of why Odin was even on this planet, and of course there was the small detail of Loki being back from the dead. 

Again. 

Though you probably should've been trying to figure out what kind of otherworldly threat could've brought the Asgardian king down from his golden palace, you found the majority of your thoughts turning to his adoptive son. 

Along with Thor, you'd been tasked with escorting Loki back to Asgard after the battle of New York to ensure his unhindered return. Finding yourself wholly fascinated by the entirely new and exciting planet, you'd stayed for much longer than anyone thought you would. You were so interested, in fact, that you ended up staying on Asgard for almost a year. The team back in Stark Tower thought you were crazy for staying as long as you did. 

If they only knew how you'd been occupying your time in Asgard. They'd probably would've had you committed. 

You wound up spending large portions of your time with a certain prisoner -- a fact that you hid from everyone for a long time. At first it was simply to ensure that it was indeed still Loki within his cell and not another illusion, but over time it evolved into something else entirely. Something more. 

He started to help you learn about your powers, even showing you that you could do more than just manipulate the air. Together you explored your control over fire and water in small doses, and in turn, you became someone he could talk to -- to pass the time with. The more you learned about Asgardian culture the more time you spent down with Loki, talking about anything and everything you could think of. It wasn’t long before you found yourself harboring a secret crush on the exiled prince, slowly but surely learning to trust him and him you. You were never truly sure if he felt the same -- true he referred to you as his "darling" or "pet" more than your own name, but you could never be sure he wasn't tricking you. As time passed you fell more deeply in love with the god, and you questioned his affections less and less. The two of you never discussed your relationship aloud, but something deep in his eyes told you he just might return your feelings.

You stayed in Asgard so long that you were still around when Jane became possessed by the Aether. You and Thor worked together to free Loki from his cell, and later you wound up on Svartalfheim in an attempt to save Jane’s life. 

You’d fought alongside them, and watched helplessly as Loki died right before your eyes. For all he taught you in the past months, your skills were just too weak still to stop the chaos that was raging around you.

 You weren’t strong enough to keep him safe. 

You’d clutched his hand as he groaned in pain, the cascade of tears falling from your eyes blurring the horrific sight. Even so, the image of his motionless, frail body lying on the ground had been burned into your memory ever since. 

You returned back to Earth immediately after that, all interest in Asgard gone. You’d spent the last few years trying futilely to distract yourself by working with the Avengers, which eventually led to you studying under Dr. Strange. You trained everyday, fighting to gain some semblance of control over your abilities and determined to never let anything like what happened in Svartalfheim happen again.

Your head began to ache from the seemingly constant torrent of questions flowing through your brain. How had he survived? Why had he tricked everyone into thinking he was dead? Where had he been all this time? And most importantly, why hadn’t he come to see you? 

A pang of rejection ripped through your chest as your brain fought to reconcile Loki’s actions with the sweet, caring man you came to know on Asgard. Surely you must have been mistaken-- a silly girl falling for the handsome god's tricks like a fool. No one who cared for you would leave you like that. 

The low, rumbling sounds of thunder booming overhead brought you out of your thoughts. You were on your feet in an instant, body tensing and eyes flashing over to the brothers. A fleeting rush of confusion washed over you as you noted Odin’s absence, but you weren't given much time to think about it. 

Thor and Loki stomped towards you with their gazes trained on something behind you. A bolt of lightning and a flash of green enveloping them respectively, the two of them simultaneously donned their battle gear. You rolled your eyes. 

"So dramatic," you mumbled to yourself as you turned to face whatever it was they were heading towards. 

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"YOU TINY AVENGER!"

Your head snapped up instantly, body tensing as you were abruptly ripped out of your sleep by Hulk's roar. You groaned, rolling to your side and thrusting your sweaty face deeper into your pillow. Sleep had never come easy to you, and even though your dreams for the past 2 weeks had all been the same gut-wrenching memory, that didn't make your abrupt wake up call any more welcome. 

You'd found Bru-Hulk almost immediately after arriving on Sakaar, seeing as the bifrost had spit you out straight into the colosseum in the middle of one of his death matches. You, having very little knowledge of how the bifrost mechanics worked, had absolutely no clue where you were. 

To say you'd been confused was the understatement of the millennium. 

Disoriented and probably concussed from your not-so-graceful entrance, you weren't left with much time to acclimate yourself from your surroundings before two guards had tackled you to the ground and stuck some kind of taser in your neck. Terrified, you'd tried to fight back, but you were too weak; one press of button later and you were incapacitated in an instant.The pain that seared through you from that wretched torture machine left you unable to do anything other than writhe helplessly in the dirt. Your screams of utter agony were enough to finally pull Hulk's attention away from his fight. He'd gone into a rage as soon as he realized it was you, turning on the guards instantly. 

It'd been 2 weeks since then, and with no signs of either Thor or Loki you'd essentially turned into the Hulk's personal babysitter. Apparently he was too big to be fit with one of those taser-disc things and his tantrum didn't end after he'd dismembered those guards. Evidently Hulk had thrown a fit -- in the way only he really could-- and wouldn't stop until some man called the 'Grandmaster' allowed you to stay with him. In exchange for your new home, you'd been tasked with calming him down whenever necessary.

Which, you'd quickly learned, was pretty much a 24/7 job.

Grumbling and cursing under your breath, you flung your legs out of bed and stomped into the next room in a huff. You were fully prepared to give Hulk a piece of your mind, but the sight of another person in his massive room was enough to stop you dead in your tracks. Sitting next to Hulk on the steps that led up to his massive bed was a figure that made your stomach flutter with hope. Unsure and not trusting your eyes, you spoke up as you cautiously approached the pair. 

“Thor?”

He turned his head at your call, a look of utter shock taking over his features as he recognized you. 

"Y/N!"

He jumped to his feet, making quick work of the small space that separated the two of you and immediately pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. 

"I can't believe you're here, I was so worried when I saw that she-beast knock you out of the bifrost, you have no idea," he breathed, face buried deep into your neck. You could only squeak in reply. His arms were wrapped so tightly around you that speaking wasn't exactly possible.

"Thor," you wheezed. "Can't...breathe."

Thor let you go instantly, sending you a sheepish expression as you coughed and tried to catch your breath. You doubled over and put your hands on your knees as you fought to regulate your breathing. Thor apologized, clapping a hand on your back in an awkward attempt at comfort. After a moment or two you straightened up a little bit and opened your mouth to dismiss his apologies, but Hulk beat you to the punch. 

Literally. 

A single swing from him was all it took to send Thor careening into the far wall. He crashed into the structure so hard that you felt the floor rattle beneath you, before falling into a heap surrounded by chunks of the crumbling plaster. Your jaw dropped. 

"THOR NO HURT FRIEND," Hulk roared, stepping in front of you protectively. You quickly sidestepped his giant frame and ran to Thor before crouching down. 

"Hulk no," you scolded. "He wasn't hurting me on purpose, he was just surprised! Are you okay Thor?"

"Perfectly fine," he groaned, standing quickly while swiping some of the remaining wall debris from his shoulders and stretching out his neck. "Unfortunately that's not the first time he's done that today."

"Hrrmph," Hulk pouted, stomping his foot. "Thor no hurt friend."

"It's okay buddy, I'm okay," you soothed, hand rubbing small circles on one of his massive arms. 

"Yes, well," Thor grumbled, clearly miffed that your attention and sympathy had been stolen from him so quickly. "Regardless, Y/N we have to get back to Asgard as soon as possible. Hela will destroy everything if we don't stop her."

You nodded tensely. A shiver ran its course down the entire length of your spine at the mention of his demonic sister. 

"Obviously, but I have absolutely no idea how we're gonna do that," you replied solemnly, crossing your arms. "My knowledge of inter-world travel begins and ends with the bifrost, and since I'm assuming that's out I have absolutely no suggestions."

Thor grinned. 

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“This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever been a part of,” you mumbled to yourself as you fiddled around with the controls of the ship that Valkyrie told you to get. You'd been sitting in the cockpit for an insane amount of time waiting for Thor. You'd gotten separated from him and Bruce in the massive parade after the whole Quinjet fiasco, but thankfully Valkyrie had found you later and given you the rundown of their plan. 

A plan which seemed questionable at best, seeing as you'd been waiting for the past hour for a certain blond-haired god to show up. 

Huffing in irritation, you poised your fingers above the controls and started the massive engines. You were about to fly off in search of your moron friends when you heard a commotion down below. 

"Get help please!" 

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sound of the familiar voice’s cry. 

"Thor?" you questioned to yourself quietly, heart rate picking up speed as you anxiously darted off the ship. "Thor? Is that you, what's happening?"

"Ahhh Y/N!" he grinned widely as you approached. "Perfect timing, I see Valkyrie has given us the same task."

You rolled your eyes.

"Actually I've been here a while now, what took you so lo--," you cut yourself off as you noticed Loki sprawled out on the ground behind Thor, paralyzed as one of the obedience disks tased him constantly. "Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me."

Thor followed your gaze to his brother curiously, as if he'd forgotten he was even there. 

"Ah, yes. I found out Loki is also here. Surprise?" he ventured chuckling. "However since he seems to only wish to do us harm, I've elected to leave him here." 

You glanced down, a pang of guilt striking you deep in your stomach at the look of pure agony etched across Loki's handsome features. You'd be lying if you didn't also feel a little bit smug at his evident discomfort, but even with all the pain he'd put you through you couldn't help but feel a tiny twinge of sympathy. His eyes locked onto your face, the blue-green orbs teaming with shock and a glimmer of an emotion you couldn’t quite place. He rolled his head desperately towards your frozen body as a wave of deja vu overcame your already overloaded mind. You stared deeply into his pain-ravaged expression, a single thought piercing through your chest as you studied his eyes. 

He hadn't known you were here. 

"At any rate, I imagine now would be as good a time as any to take our leave," Thor interrupted your mental musings. "Which was the ship she told us to get?"

You numbly pointed to the ship behind you, unable to tear your eyes away from the face of the man you'd thought dead for the second time in less than a month. Thor looked between you and his adoptive brother thoughtfully for a beat before comfortingly clapping a massive hand on your shoulder. The kind gesture was enough to snap you out of the daze you'd been in, and you shook your head to try and clear the tyranny of thoughts rumbling around in your brain. 

You began walking robotically towards the ship, but Thor's hand gripped your shoulder harder, forcing you to stop. You looked up at him with a questioning glance, confused. 

"I know we aren't exactly the closest of friends," he started, awkwardly clearing his throat. "But, as someone who's a bit too familiar with loss, I think some closure is in order here, hmm?"

You opened your mouth, eager to refute the insinuation, but Thor raised his hand to stop you before the words could come out. 

“I’ve seen the way you two look at one another. Please, for your sake, say your piece now because it's the last chance you may ever get.”

Your mouth clamped shut. Swallowing thickly, your eyes darted from Thor's stern yet compassionate face to Loki's paralyzed form and back. You nodded once. 

Thor smiled softly at the two of you, rubbing a small circle against your shoulder with his hand before jogging away. You took a deep breath and crouched down beside Loki's still twitching body. 

"There's so much to say," you started, looking off into the distance. You knew the moment you looked at him that it’d all be over, and so you stubbornly turned your face away from him and fixed your gaze on the far wall. "I honestly don't even know where to begin. Mostly I have a lot of questions. How could you forget me so easily? Why would you just let me think that you were dead? D-did you ever care about me?"

Though his body was still completely immobilized, Loki's eyes were locked onto your face with rapt attention as you spoke. With each pained word and crack in your voice a sharp pain like a knife stabbed through his heart and drove itself deeper and deeper. 

"Even if you could answer I doubt it'd mean anything," you continued, swiping a lone tear from your cheek. "I spent 4 years thinking you were gone. 4 years of grief and misery that I thought would be the worst pain I'd ever feel. But I was wrong -- knowing now that you were out there all that time, and that you didn't care enough about me to stick around? That's the worst kind of pain. The gnawing, hollowing ache of knowing that you love someone who's never going to love you back."

His eyes had never been wider as you paused briefly and let out a sob. Tears slipped down his cheeks in a mirror image of yours, and his body began twisting, desperately trying to get closer to you. You couldn’t see, but his fingers were twitching and clawing at the ground in a futile effort to connect his skin to yours. You sniffled and wiped your nose as you shakily stood to your feet, completely oblivious to his desperation. You started to walk back to the ship, pausing only for a moment to turn and make one last statement. 

"I'm not going to wait, and I'm not going to wonder why anymore. Because the truth of it is, I'm just a stupid girl who fell in love with a liar. And I know I’m always going to love you, but I refuse to let you define me any longer." 

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You grunted in pain as the sword of one of the many undead Asgardian warriors sliced through your arm. Scoffing, you thrust your flaming fist straight into its stupid, skeletal face and sent it flying off of the bridge. Gently touching your fingertips to your bicep and grimacing when you pulled them back bloody, you turned to face Heimdal. 

“There’s too many of them,” you cried, conjuring a gust of wind that knocked a group of the soldiers flying into the water below. Heimdal didn’t answer, too busy fighting to keep some distance between the Asgardian crowd and the army. Wiping a bloody hand across your forehead, you noticed the soldiers that you’d knocked into the water starting to claw their way back up into the fray. Groaning, you closed your eyes and concentrated until the water below became wild. The waves began thrashing around furiously, the tallest one knocking the skeletal bodies back down into the storm below. 

Exhausted, you fell to your knees. You weren’t used to using your powers on this kind of scale, and you hardly ever exercised your control over water. Much preferring to use fire or wind, you'd never tried to manipulate an amount of water so large before. Stars danced in front of your eyes and you felt weaker than you had in years. The thudding vibrations of running boots and the clanging of swords filled your ears as you panted, and for a moment you lost all hope.

Until a firm, yet gentle hand placed itself under your chin, forcing you to look up. 

"Now, now sweetling," a low voice practically purred in your ear, and you felt yourself being lifted up from the ground. "This is no place to rest." 

You looked up to find the blueish-greenish eyes that'd haunted your dreams for the past 5 years staring down at you. 

Loki. 

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sight, a shiver running through your entire body at the sensation of being in his arms. The way his eyes bored into yours, it felt like you couldn't move, couldn't even breathe. You were locked into place, utterly mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze. He raised a hand, fingers hesitating for only a split second before they nimbly swept a piece of your hair off of your face. You couldn't help but lean your face into his palm that rested on your cheek, allowing yourself to forget everything else that wasn't the feel of his skin on yours for just a moment. 

But only for a moment. 

You were abruptly brought back down to earth-- or rather Asgard you supposed-- with a sensation like an earthquake vibrating upwards from your boots and the low-rumbling sound of thunder filling your ears. You straightened up in just enough time to see Thor launch himself into the fray, massive surges of lightning engulfing him. You grinned, the sight of your blonde friend looking more god-like than he had in weeks caused a surge of energy to roll through your body like one of his bolts of electricity. Suddenly re-energized and ready to fight alongside your blonde companion, you hopped to your feet. Sending Loki one last determined look, you ran head first into the battle, fists ablaze. 

Savagely ripping through soldier after soldier, your red eyes were focused completely on the fight all around you. You almost didn't hear Loki as he yelled over the din of the battle.  

"I did it for you, you know," he grunted as he too slashed through the seemingly never-ending torrent of Hela's army. "Staying away. It was what I thought was best."

"Seriously? We're going to do this now?" came your incredulous reply, reducing two of the soldiers into balls of flame before gaping at Loki. He kicked another off of the bridge before shrugging. 

"The last two times haven't exactly been ideal either."

Humming angrily, you turned away from him and continued your attack, intent on blocking him out. Loki clearly had other plans, inching his way forward until the two of you were practically back to back as you fought. 

"I was a war criminal, a prisoner and helping that mortal wasn't going to change anything. What sort of life was I to offer you had I stayed?" he reasoned before turning you forcibly around to face him. 

Despite the fight still raging all around you, you paused and looked at the god in front of you. You were staring each other down, your glare meeting his distressed and pleading gaze as if the two of you were the only ones in the world. 

"You expect me to believe that? That you lied to me, that you left me because you cared?" you spit out, hot tears spilling from your eyes as you spoke. Expression crumbling, Loki reached out and tried to connect your hands, but you jerked yours away before he could, your palm instantly erupting into flames. 

"You deserved better than that, better than me. You still do," he murmured. "I destroy everything, everyone around me. I couldn't bear the thought of bringing another person I care for so dearly down with me." 

You tried with every fiber of your being not to let him get to you. You reminded yourself of all the pain and misery he'd caused you -- futilely dredging up memories of all the nights you'd spent crying yourself to sleep. You squeezed your eyes shut as if not seeing his face would make it easier to resist. Your hands slowly started to extinguish as they shook, your anger fading to sadness that rolled into a tight ball in your chest that felt like it was going to suffocate you. 

"I ca-can't...you--," you blubbered incoherently. "I can't do this now." 

You turned away once more, but this time Loki stopped you by grabbing your hand desperately. The icy temperature of his skin caused what little flame was left behind to fizzle out with a small cloud of smoke. You gasped at the feeling, but didn't make any moves to remove your hand from his. 

"You asked how I could forget about you so easily, and the answer is really quite simple: I didn't," he continued breathlessly. "I couldn't. You filled my mind each and every day that we were apart, and it was only the thought of you that made the days bearable. I checked on you, often. I needed to know that you were doing alright, needed to prove myself right-- that you were, and will always be, better off without me. I know I’ve given you absolutely no reason to believe me, but if you come away from this embarrassingly honest conversation knowing only one thing, I need it to be this: I do love you, my dearest Y/N. I love you more than I can rightly express aloud, and I’ll spend the rest of my miserable existance ensuring that you never question that again if you’ll allow me. ” 

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you at his admission, and the hand that wasn’t currently entwined firmly within his flew to cover your mouth. As soon as the words left his lips you felt all of your anger, all your stubborn resolve vanish from your chest in an instant, the feelings quickly replaced by a wave of love the likes of which you’d never felt before. A choked sob left you as you searched his face frantically, looking for any twinkle of mischief or the slightest indication that he could be lying. 

His expression was firm, mouth drawn in a sort of dazed smile as he gazed down at you, lovingly. Brows raised and forehead adorably wrinkled with anxiety, he waited patiently for you to respond. You searched his eyes with your own, almost getting lost in the sea of emotion that ran through them and idly wondered if yours looked the same. He looked so hopeful, so sincere, and you felt the warm feelings of your chest expand and grow at an incredible rate. 

“Y-you...you love me?” you managed to murmur, gaze still locked firmly on his face as you worked intently to memorize his features. His lips quirked into what was quite possibly the most beautiful and honest smile you’d ever seen, and his hand gently lifted to your face. Rubbing soft circles into your cheek with the pad of his thumb, he answered so quietly you almost missed it. 

“More than I ever thought possible.”

Unable to physically stand the distance between you for another second, you carelessly crashed your body into his. Arms winding their way around his shoulders to anchor themselves, you connected your mouth to his, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He responded just as quickly, both hands now cupping your face as his smooth lips worked fervently over yours. The two of you were pressed together so tightly it was almost painful, but you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on anything outside of the feeling of his kiss. After wondering for so long, the feeling of his skin on yours was indescribable. Your fingers threaded through his dark, curly locks as you struggled to pull him impossibly closer to you, and you shivered in pleasure at the low growl your actions seemed to pull from his throat. 

After an indefinite, but altogether too brief length of time, you were forced to pull away from him -- panting and working intently to catch your breath, you settled for leaning your forehead against his as he did the same. For all the time you’d spent manipulating the wind to carry you around, you swore you’d never felt more weightless than you did in this moment. You couldn’t erase the dopey smile that you were sure was stretched across your face right now, but you didn’t care. Especially once you opened your eyes to find the same, love-struck grin plastered across Loki’s handsome features. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that,” he chuckled breathlessly. His voice was lower than you’d ever heard, and he sounded so uncharacteristically shy that you couldn’t help but lift yourself on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. 

“Not sure if it really needs saying at this point, but I love y--,” 

“Oi, lovebirds!,” Valkyrie interrupted, shouting from across the bridge. “If it pleases the two of you, perhaps you could come help now?”

Loki cleared his throat, a pink tinge dusting across his cheeks as he noticed his brother and Valkyrie looking at the pair of you with teasing expressions. You couldn’t help but giggle at his evident embarrassment, gazing adoringly at his reddened-features for a split second. Threading your fingers through his confidently, you tugged him along and the two of you left to join your group for what you hoped would be the final battle. 

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[Preview] TBA 16: On Flamel, Quidditch and Noble Houses

The Holidays may be over, but the adventure is just getting started. Bullies, Quidditch, secret meetings, and red herrings, oh my! But wait, what’s this about noble houses?

Just to let you guys know I’m still alive and writing. :)

[Target Release Date: April]

But then the portrait hole opened, and in hopped Neville, panting and sweaty with his legs awkwardly bound together by the Leg Locker Curse. He tried to make his way to their group, but a missed hop caused him to fall flat to the floor.

Ron’s eyes widened. Right. This happened.

It took a second before the majority of the occupants of the Common Room burst into laughter, including Dean and Parvati. It made Ron’s gut queasy with disgust, especially when he saw the pained looks in Neville’s eyes.

“Neville!” Harry exclaimed, running over to the fallen boy while Hermione whipped out her wand to cast the counter curse.

“SHUT IT, ALL OF YOU!” Ron snarled. “Before I shove that curse right up your stupid arses!”

One of the Gryffindor older year’s smile dropped into a glare. “Who died and made you Merlin, Weasley?”

“He said shut it, Towler.” Lee growled. “And there’s nothing funny about this! Neville could barely move right!”

“Bit rich coming from you, Jordan,” said Towler coldly. “Pranks and shite are only funny if they’re coming from you or the Weasley twins, eh?”

“Why you—!”

“I’m OK.” Neville panted with a hand in the air. “I’m OK. Sorry for the trouble, but I’m OK.”

Dean, who now looked rightly mortified for his initial reaction, went to help Neville to the couch. At that, the crowd in the Common Room shrugged the whole event off as if it were nothing and went back to their own business.

“Sorry about that, mate.” Dean said apologetically.

“Sorry, Neville.” Parvati seconded weakly, looking just as guilty.

Neville smiled understandingly. “It’s OK. If the circumstances were different, I’d be laughing with you too.”

Harry frowned. “What happened, Nev?”

“Malfoy. Ran into him at the hall near the library. Wanted to practice that curse on me or something like that.”

“You should have gone to a teacher!” Hermione exclaimed..

“What good will that do?” Neville said sadly.  “Snape will make it my fault somehow, and then Malfoy will just get back at me! I don’t want to cause any more trouble!”

Ron exhaled noisily at that. He knew Neville still had confidence issues around this time, but he had hoped that by being included earlier, the boy would be better this time around.

“You ought to stand up to him, Neville!” Parvati said strongly. “Those bullies will just keep tormenting you until you do! You can’t let him keep getting away with doing this to you! Frust me, I’d know. Padma and I get it a lot because we’re not pure Brit.”

“Or pureblood.” Dean added. “But you’re a Gryffindor, Neville! And you’re worth more than ten of that snake!”

Lee frowned thoughtfully. “Shite, we all know the lions and the snakes have bad blood between them, but to think firsties would actually do this to one another…” He nodded. “I’ll have to bring this up to a few people sometime. Can’t have you lot worrying about getting hexed out of nowhere, can we?”

Harry fished out a Chocolate Frog pack from his pocket and handed it to Neville. “We have your back, Nev. Like what Dean said, you’re worth more than what Malfoy will ever be.”

“...Am I?”

“Sure you are!” Ron said confidently. “Malfoy and his dumb and dumber babysitters got nothing on you! One way or another, we’ll rub that onto their sorry mugs!”

Neville let out a watery laugh after a bite into his frog candy. “Thanks, mates.”

“Ouch! What the—?”

“Oh,sorry, Weasley, didn’t see you there.”

That familiar, annoyingly nasal voice had Ron forcing air through his pursed lips in an effort to keep calm. “Fancy seeing you here too, Malfoy.”

Beside him, Neville stiffened while he heard Hermione hiss in irritation. The red head ignored them all in favor of subtly glancing at the others in the stand with them. Aside from Crabbe and Goyle, he saw Nott, Zabini on the stand with them, as well as a number of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, some of which he recognized.

Well shite, not a lion in sight, since we had to sit somewhere else to get a good vantage point. But why does Malfoy have to be here this time too? If I didn’t know better, I’d say he just followed us here to be a total prick. Ron shook his head. On second thought, knowing him, he definitely would. Shite, what I’d give to smash the ferret’s face in...no, Ron, stop! Change for the better, remember? You’re eighteen years old! You’re not supposed to let that idiot get a rise out of you!

“Wonder how long Potter’s going to stay on in his broom this time? Want to make a bet, Weasley?” Malfoy crooned haughtily. “Oh, that’s right, you probably don’t have even a single Knut to your name!”

“Hilarious, Malfoy, but I actually have a couple of Sickles on me right now.”

Ron did a mental cheer when he saw Malfoy do a double take at his deadpan answer. Since he was fairly certain that Harry would stay safe in this match, he wasn’t as high strung as he was in his first life, and was in a better mindset to verbally spar with this pathetically young version of their rival. Seeing that Ron was keeping Malfoy occupied, Hermione gently directed Neville to focus on keeping his eyes on the pitch. 

Snape had just blown the whistle to start the match, and at once, the players quickly dispersed, with Harry circling the pitch like a hawk in search of the Snitch. Hermione made a noise at the back of her throat, crossing her fingers while keeping her eyes on Harry, while Neville sucked in a breath and stayed rather still and stiff while gripping his wand.

“You know how I think they choose people for your Quidditch team, Weasley?” Malfoy tried again. “They pick people they feel sorry for. There’s Potter, who’s got no parents, then your brothers, who have no money. Maybe you should try for your team, Longbottom, having no brains and all.”

Neville’s blush was especially apparent with his face as pale as it is right now, but he managed to say clearly. “I’m worth more than ten of you, Malfoy.” It got a laugh out of the idiot and his airheaded bodyguards, but Neville didn’t say anything more.

Ron grit his teeth in a bid to reign his temper in, but bloody hell, even at eleven, Malfoy was brilliant at pushing someone’s buttons, even if he wasn’t any good at dealing with the aftermath because he was such a snivelling, spineless berk. 

There has to be a way to get him off my back without having to use our fists or getting detention. Come on, Weasley, think. 

What ever made Malfoy leave us alone whenever he’d try to pick a fight with us? Other than punching his stupid face in? A nice jinx? Like that one that’ll give him oversized buck teeth? Ron shook his head. No, Weasley, no ideas that are can get you detention! So what else? Other than getting hurt or jinxed, it’s usually because there’s a Professor around, wasn’t it? So an authority figure. But there’s no one around right now with enough authority or power to scare Malfoy... 

...Wait, power?

A wild idea suddenly occurred to Ron. Now that he thought about it, it made a lot of sense since it was something Malfoy took as much pride in as being a Slytherin. He wouldn’t have thought of it before, but after everything that happened, everything he had to learn this month…

And with the people around me, this could actually work. What do I have to lose at this point, anyway? At least I could say I tried to not go straight to giving Malfoy that black eye.

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