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clone-whore-99 · 2 months

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*slides $900 In Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!Tech and Dom!femreader in the back?

Behave

Sub!Tech x Dom!F!Reader

Rating: 18+, this page is only for adults

Warnings: Dom/sub relationship, restraints, blindfolds, safewords, oral (M! Receiving), edging, teasing, orgasm denial, light slapping, biting, unprotected PiV, not proof or beta read cuz I wanted this up before Tech Tuesday ended LMK if I missed any (✿◡‿◡)

Authors Note: *pockets the money* your wish is my command. Okay, I wrote this really quick and I do hope it lives up to your expectations. I am mainly a sub myself, so it was a fun challenge to write this as a dom instead. Hope you like it!

If you like it, please do let me know by liking and commenting and maybe even reblogging, it would mean a lot to me 🥺👉👈

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The waiting. The anticipation. Never knowing when or where the next touch was going to come from. That was probably the worst part for Tech… And the most exciting.

Once again, Tech found himself completely naked and sprawled out on a bed. His hands were cuffed to the headboard above his head and his vision was obstructed by a blindfold.

This soldier was completely at your mercy.

Your hand barely caressed his cheek, but it was enough for a visible shiver to run down his body.

“Have you thought about what you did?” Your voice sounded like poisoned bristlemelon. Sweet, but deadly.

“Yes.” Tech replied, his voice restraining to hide his desperation. “And I deeply apologize.”

Not letting him off that easily, you lightly tucked at his restraints. A sign for him to continue talking.

Tech let out a shaky breath. For such a genius, he could be oblivious at times. But this time, he was certain about what he did wrong. “I am sorry for having interrupted you, my dear. I will do better next time.”

Good. He’s learning.

You got up and walked towards the other end of the bed, your finger lightly tracing his bare skin on the way. “We both know you won’t. But that’s why I am here. Safeword?”

Your hand was inching closer to where he wanted it the most, closer to the inside of his thigh, closer to the only part of him that wasn’t lying down.

“I won’t need it.” He was trying so hard to hide the desperation in his voice, but lost all composure when you pulled your hand away. With a desperate gasp, his hips shot up from the bed, looking for the much needed touch you denied him.

You lightly slapped his hip, making him lie flat on the bed again. “That’s not how this works, love. If you want me, I need to know it. Now, safeword?”

“Macrofuser.”

Of course that was his safeword. You smirked to yourself and the weight of the bed by Tech's feet shifted, as you finally settled in.

“Good boy,” You praised, with a kiss to his thigh as a reward. His stiff cock twitched in response, needy and already dripping with precum.

You had made sure he was all riled up, by the time you cuffed and blindfolded him. And you had made him wait for what probably felt like forever to him, every now and then making small sounds and touches to keep him aroused.

He had been good. Only begged to be touched once, when you used a loud toy near him, to pleasure yourself. He deserved a little treat.

With one hand on his thigh, inching slightly closer to his hard member, the tip of your fingers on the other hand brushed against his shaft.

This was enough for the clone to let out a loud moan, his hips bucking into the air.

“Easy now, soldier, you want this to last, don’t you?” You asked, your voice a mix of humor and danger.

“Ah yes, apologies.” Tech’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, all his energy and focus was spent on you and your touches.

Your fingers kept running up and down his shaft, not fully grasping and stroking it, but enough to keep him whimpering and needy. Your other hand abandoned his thigh to cup and massage his balls.

The small sounds he made was like music to your ears. You loved this. The genius who never shut up, completely at your mercy. All his thoughts had been replaced by you and his voice turned into an instrument that only you could play so beautifully.

It was hard for you to control your own need, when he was completely displayed like this and his body begging for yours.

Leaning over, you replaced your fingers with your tongue, placing it flat on the base and running it up the shaft, all the way to his head. You ran your tongue in circles around his tip, before completely engulfing him in your mouth.

It was impossible to fit all of him, without choking yourself. He was long and girthy, with a slight curve to it. Every time you sucked him off, it would turn into a sloppy mess - and this time was no exception.

A mixture of precum and spit was running down the part your mouth couldn’t reach, working as lube for your hand, which was now fully grasping and working his shaft.

It didn’t take long for Tech to lose what little control he had left, for his legs to do little kicks in an attempt to ground himself, for his hips to buck him deeper into your mouth to chase his high and for his whimpers to turn into full blown moans.

You let this go on for just a little bit longer, just long enough for his balls to tighten, for him to nearly cum - and then you pulled away.

Tech cried out in frustration, his legs and hips still moving in the hopes of creating enough friction to carry him the rest of the way. Though he felt his high slip away, like sand between fingers.

You waited a bit, watching to make sure he wasn’t actually in any real distress or discomfort. Once assured of this, you patted his thigh to calm him down, while clicking your tongue in tsk-tsk sound. “You know love, if you want to cum, you need to behave.”

“It was a natural reaction, I had little to no cont-”

The sound of skin hitting skin interrupted him, as your hand landed on his thigh in a slap - not enough to truly hurt him, but enough to leave a mark.

“No excuses,” You ordered.

With a defeated sigh, your genius apologized once more, keeping it short and direct. And with no explanations added to it.

“Better,” you praised, your hand caressing the skin that was just slapped. Then you pushed yourself further up the bed, climbing his slim frame and leaving a trail of licks, kisses and bite marks on your way.

With a last playful bite to his neck, you sighed contently. “Oh Tech, whatever shall I do with you? An exceptional man in every way, and yet you still don’t know how to follow orders.”

A smirk appeared across the soldiers lips, a rare but welcoming sight. “I suppose we just have to continue these lessons, until I do.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were enjoying this.” You chuckled, as you began lining yourself up with him.

Everytime his head just graced your lips, Tech gasped in anticipation, his whole body stiffened and shivered, waiting for the glorious feeling of being inside of you.

You lowered yourself onto him, throwing your head back in a moan of ecstasy. It didn’t matter how many times you’d experience this, he always stretched you perfectly and hit all the right spots. It was like the two of you were made for each other.

Tech always managed to hit that special spot, deep inside you, that made you see stars in no time.

As you began moving, finding the right rhythm and pace, the two of you moaned in harmony, creating music like no other.

Knowing that Tech wouldn’t last long after everything you’d put him through, you began rubbing rough circles on your own clit and teasing your own nipples, to hurry your own orgasm along the way.

Tech smiled knowingly, feeling your hand against his pelvis, he knew you were working to make the two of you orgasm at the same time. He was also, between moans, stuttering the components to different metals, trying to keep himself from cumming without your permission.

In any other situation, you would have punished him for this, but you were so close yourself, that you were willing to let it go. Especially since Tech was pushing his cock even further inside of you and making it twitch in the most delicious way.

You leaned over and left open mouthed kisses on his neck, before whispering in his ear: “Cum with me, my love.” An order you did not have to repeat.

Tech’s head was thrown back in ecstasy so hard, his blindfold flew off. The groan he let out vibrated through your body, as ropes of his seeds shot deep into you.

The feeling was overpowering for you too, making you bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself from getting too loud. Your hands dug into his skin and he was struggling against his restraints.

Wave after wave of pleasure shot through the both of you, a seemingly never ending high.

You collapsed on top of him, gasping for air, as his cock began going soft inside of you.

But your job wasn’t done yet.

Reaching up, you freed the soldier from his restraints and helped him put his goggles back on. You placed your hands on his cheeks, caressing them gently.

“How are you doing? You did so well, you were so good. Do you need anything? Water? Food?”

An exhausted chuckle escaped the genius' lips, as he wrapped his heavy arms around you, holding you against him.

“Just let me hold you for a while, okay?” He whispered against your head.

“If that's what you want,” You agreed, resting against him.

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juvnvalen · 4 months

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hiiii!

about your Yandere Tennant profile... and that it mentioned

"she lets her darling pleasure her"

may u pls do a fic of it??? if its okay though!

(Nsfw plis🥺👉👈💍)

Have not written lately head empty. I'm super fixated on apex rn pretty short fic but we balling :3 keep in mind not proofread, so don't mind errors ^^ Pairing: Tennant x Fem Reader (FxF) TW: NSFW, Ooc behavior, and obligatory tennant warning.

You laid casually on the bed, your head rested on her lap as she read through a newspaper. Her fingers gently comed through your hair, and you sighed wistfully at the soft contact.

A hand found made its way up to her abdomen, tugging playfully at the hem of her pants. She glanced down at you at the contact, but didn’t say a word, her gaze lingingering on you.

You sat up, moving to straddle her, you removed the paper from her hands and tossed it to the side carelessly. Her expression changed from one of peacefulness to a cocky smirk.

“Something you need, darling?” Her hands moved to your back, tugging you closer to her.

“There’s lots I need, where should I start?” You whispered teasingly, her eyes rolling playfully. One of her hands tugged at her shirt, looking at you expectantly. “Take it off.” She demanded, and of course you obliged.

She left a teasing kiss against your collarbone, slowly making her way down to your chest. She softly nipped against one of your nipples, causing you to let out a needy whine.

“Ada, love of my life, my one and only, I have a request.” She removed her face from your chest, focusing on your face. “Hm?”

“I was wondering, if maybe, you’d allow me to pleasure you this time?”

Out of every night you and Ada had spent together, and it had been a lot, she’d never allowed you to reciprocate her treatment. You had asked before, and of course she had said no, her reasoning being she simply preferred giving it to you instead.

Ada rolled her eyes, sighing as she let herself relax against the bed. “Ugh.. I’d much rather service you my lady, wouldn’t you prefer that?” You groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes at her. “Please? Just this once? I wanna make you feel good baby,” you cooed out, almost as if you were talking to a baby.

She looked away thoughtfully, a blush coating her cheeks. “I suppose, I’ll allow it. You’ll owe me.” You beamed at the response, squealing gleefully.

“Alright, take your pants off.” Ada lifted an eyebrow teasingly, but complied anyway.

You ran your hands against the now bare skin of her legs, you lowered yourself to your stomach, pushing her thighs apart gently. You left soft kisses against the inside of her thighs, nipping at the skin teasingly. She let out a surprised squeak, uncharacteristic of the dominant woman.

You ran a finger through her folds, unsurprised to find her absolutely soaked. You toyed with her clit teasingly, not letting your fingers linger in any one place for too long. Rough moans and choked whimpers escaped her, her hands gripping your shoulders.

“Stop that,” She whispered out, her nails digging into your skin.

She felt a spark of triumph at her begging, giving into her pleas. You lowered your head, lapping your tongue against her heat, she let out a loud cry. You were surprised to learn how noisy she was when receiving.

Her hands moved from your shoulders to your head, her hips jerking forward to meet your touch. Her fingers tangled gripped your hair roughly, yanking your head forward, her grip refused to let you move for air.

Her hips frantically humped against your face, high pitch whines falling from her lips. “More- Good girl, k-keep going!” She squeaked out, her voice high and needy.

Ada’s head fell back with a loud moan, her hips stuttering. You felt a gush of wetness against your face, her hips thrusting forward a few more times before falling still.

You drew back, gasping for air as you braced yourself by holding onto Ada’s shoulders. “Wow, you’re easy.” Ada scoffed in response, flopping down on the bed. You laid down as well, resting on your side.

“I enjoyed that.. Maybe you could do it again sometime.” She whispered huskily, you felt a spark of triumph at the victory. “Glad you enjoyed it.” You nuzzled against her chest, taking you hand in hers and interlocking your fingers.

You let out a surprised squeak as Ada rolled you over, pinning you down, she looked down at you teasingly with a smirk. “My turn now?” She questioned teasingly. ♡♡

#writing #reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 tennant #ada tennant #fem reader #not yandere

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patchworkgargoyle · 9 months

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Saaaaav, I need more of I recognize you're a hideous thing inside for WIP Wednesday Weekend Whatever please 👉👈🥺🫶

Yes absolutely!!

Also tagging @steves-strapcollection @inairbinad @penny00dreadful @cuoredimuschio @starryeyedjanai @matchingbatbites @scarcrossdlvrs and @eriquin because I figured I'd give you all a nice big snippet <3

“I guess. I will.” He turned and wandered back into his room, leaving the door open, and Eddie couldn’t find a reason not to follow. It felt enough like an invitation. Walking in, he tried to make it seem like he was seeing the bedroom for the first time, but Steve scoffed.

“I know you’ve been in here, Eddie, I could smell you in here when I got home once, you don’t have to put on an act.”

Eddie stiffened. “Oh. Uh. Sorry dude.”

“Whatever. I kind of expected it.”

“That’s a lot of trust you’re placing in the resident drug dealer.”

Steve shot him an unimpressed look. “You sell weed, Eddie,” he said flatly. Wobbling his head, Eddie mouthed the words back at Steve silently, mockingly, which finally drew a tired laugh from him. It wasn’t the kind of laughter he could get after verbally tearing Frank Sinatra to shreds while they got high on the living room floor, but it was good enough. The sound didn’t last, though, fading like every other sound in this fucking house, leaving a gaping silence where they both stood awkwardly, a few scant feet between them.

Eddie shifted on his feet, stuck his hands in his pockets then took them out and folded his arms over his chest. Meanwhile, he watched Steve, who couldn’t look up from the carpet. “You probably don’t want me lingering around in your domicile, so I’ll just–”

“Are you thirsty?”

Now that, that rang out through the room. “What?”

“You spent all day around the kids, and you haven’t fed since, uh, since last time when everyone was around.” Steve finally looked up from the carpet, something burning in his eyes.

“Nah, I’m fine, pretty good actually,” Eddie stumbled out.

“You said you fed from Chrissy every few days though.”

Truth was, Eddie was hungry. It was sort of an ever-present thing, though easy to manage once he’d learned how to sate it in a way that actually satisfied him. And yeah, it had been a few days since he’d bitten Steve’s wrist, but the way Steve acted around him the next day–flighty and awkward, not sticking around in the same room too long–made Eddie less than inclined to ask for more.

“I can deal, Harrington, it’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.” Steve started walking closer. There was a determination, a heat, in his gaze that made Eddie feel a little warm and jumpy, and he started backing up. “You should be in peak condition if something happens. And I–"

Steve reached out behind Eddie and closed the door at his back, trapping them both in the horribly plaid room that Eddie couldn’t even see, because Steve was right there, in his space, so close Eddie could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

"I want you to."

#wip weekend #hideous thing sbb #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #vamp!eddie #werewolf!steve #stranger things #snippet #sav scrawls stuff

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years

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Hi I'm terribly late to the domestic prompts and ignore this please if you don't accept and more but

Olli/Tommi and trying to surprise your partner with dinner, but you've taken on more than you can handle, running around the kitchen, water almost boiling over, the fish on the brink of being burnt. your partner comes home, appreciates the effort, giving you a kiss on the cheek as they lend you a helping hand (bonus if said partner is a chef)

and because I'm somewhat sneaky again can I throw in a hint of picking out wedding engagement rings and they both want to surprise each other over dinner and both asked Porko on the same day for decision assistance? 🥺👉👈

Hiiiiiiii 💜

This one took me ages due to four days spent in Stockholm and several days spent with a head ache + one day spent with a tummy ache, then I had a bit of a writer's block which my dearest @percervall kindly helped me overcome (in addition to doing a bit of beta reading <3), so I really really hope this is worth the wait and that you like it 🥺

and since you sneaked in another prompt I decided to sneak in a hint of Joonas/Joel and a whooooooole lot of Joonas Being The Bestest Friend 😌

(2901 words)

edit. forgot the readmore when I first posted this 😂 sorry if I managed to ruin anyone's dash with a long post lol

The salmon glared back at Olli from behind the glass at the supermarket fish counter. Doubting he would win the staring contest, Olli looked away and turned to speak to Joonas instead.

“How hard can cooking one of those be, huh?”

Joonas, in turn, pursed his lips and eyed the dead fish lying on crushed ice next to a slice of lemon.

“For an average person? Not very. For you? Well…”

Olli rolled his eyes. “I burn the oatmeal ONCE and immediately get a reputation of being a terrible cook? Thank you, Porko, you’re ever so supportive.”

“Naww, babe,” Joonas nudged Olli’s shoulder with his, “I’m sure that with my best salmon recipe, even you can succeed!”

“That’s not even half as reassuring as you probably intended, but thank you.” Then Olli sighed and clutched the handle of the paper bag he had gotten from the jeweller’s. “I really, really need tonight to be…special.”

“And it will be,” Joonas planted a quick kiss on his temple, “he’ll melt on the floor once he sees the ring.”

“Thanks for helping me out with it, Joonas,” Olli said. “You know Tommi is not big on jewellery.”

Indeed, Olli was awfully grateful to Joonas, who had spent almost an entire hour at the jeweller’s with him, trying to decide on the perfect ring with which Olli would later that evening, if all goes to plan (which was easier said that done in Olli’s particular case), with trembling hands and a raspy voice ask Tommi if he was up for maybe spending the rest of their lives together, but no pressure, like, at all, totally cool if not, just a random thought!

“We couldn’t have found a better ring for you to put on Bear Boy. The rock hammer finish looks mad cool. I’m actually a little jealous, to be honest, so if Tommi by any chance ends up rejecting you–”

“You think he might?!” Olli almost dropped the salmon fillet Joonas had ordered for him while he had been lost in a reverie of what the proposal would actually be like. Should he get down on one knee? He’d probably sprain his neck, with Tommi towering nearly two metres above him. Would he start blabbering to the point that by the time he finally popped the question, Tommi would have fallen asleep on the couch? What if the ring wouldn't fit? What if Tommi wouldn't like it after all?

What if he’d say no?

“Seriously, Olli?” Joonas stopped him in the middle of the bread aisle. “You two have been together since the beginning of time, have lived together for five years, and you’re still wondering if he actually likes you enough to marry you? Be thankful I forgot to take a basket and have to hold all these groceries in my arms, or else I’d slap the fuck out of you right now, you silly boy.”

“But–” Olli frowned as they continued walking, “what if he’s not the marrying kind?”

“Jesus, Olli, do you know him at all? May I remind you who was voted as ‘the most likely to marry their high school sweetheart’ at the end of senior year? Hand me that rye bread, will you? No, the other one, it looks fresher.”

Warily, Olli balanced the loaf on top of a carton of eggs that looked like it was going to slip from Joonas’ grip any second.

“I know, but–”

“And have you forgotten who the high school sweetheart in question is, hm? Listen, you’re so lucky I’d be green with envy if I wasn’t so happy for the both of you. Joel would probably just toss me the ring and tell me to ‘put it on, or whatever’,” Joonas harrumphed, making the lone blond curl that had escaped from under his hat bounce in front of his face.

Olli managed to forget about the agony caused by the proposal looming at dinnertime when he tried to visualise Joel and Joonas exchanging wedding bands, snarling insults at each other in between all the kisses and the vows. The mental image made Olli chuckle out loud.

“Right?” Joonas nudged him. “You’re gonna be fine, old friend, he’s gonna say yes, you’re both gonna cry–”

“Tommi doesn’t cry.”

“–and it’s gonna be romantic, and you’ll get married, and you’ll walk down the aisle to that song from The Return of the King–”

“Actually, I was thinking of the Star Wars theme tune.”

“And– woah, you’ll be so lucky if Tommi says yes to that.”

Olli couldn’t help but smile. The thing was, despite his occasional insecurities, he knew he was lucky to have someone like Tommi by his side; Tommi, who woke him up in time for work when he forgot to set the alarm or went to see nerdy movies with him even though Tommi was not “a movie guy”, as the man himself put it; Tommi, who loved him even though he was a scatterbrained, sleepy fool with mashed potatoes for brains most of the time.

“Yeah,” Olli grinned and looked down at the tiles of the supermarket floor to hide his dreamy smile.

“However,” Joonas said as he nodded towards a packet of coffee for Olli to pick up and add to his already wobbling tower of groceries, “if you still have doubts as to whether Tommi will want to lead your pretty little bottom to the altar, I can spill the tea on how to prepare the most mouthwatering lemon meringue pie Tommi has ever had in his life. In fact, it’s so delicious he might end up wanting to marry the tartlet instead.”

“That being said, am I gonna want to take that risk?” Olli asked, although by then he was less worried about Tommi’s marital intentions than he was about what ever the hell meringue was.

“Trust me, it’s– ah, hold on, someone’s calling me, can you get my phone for me?”

Olli had also heard the buzzing from Joonas’ backside and slipped his hand in the back pocket of the guitarist’s skin-tight jeans to fish out the smartphone. His face lit up when he saw Tommi’s name on the screen.

“Hey babe,” he answered without hesitation and winked at Joonas, whose confusion washed away the second he heard Olli’s soft tone.

“Oh, hi. You’re with Porko?” the familiar voice asked at the other end of the phone line.

“Yeah, we’re, umm, shopping.” Olli knew himself well enough; he was a terrible liar and even worse an actor, so the less he told Tommi about the actual state of affairs, the better off he was.

“Cool, cool. Well, umm, can you hand the phone to him for just a sec? I, err, promised to help him today with his, his, umm, car. After work.”

“Okay?” Olli side-eyed Joonas before holding the phone to the man’s ear, his own hands still very much occupied with holding cartons and containers.

“Waddap?” Joonas said to the phone. “No, I have not. Yes. Yes, I’ll be there. It’s alright, I’ll see you then. Okay, bye–”

“Love you,” Olli called out towards the phone before Tommi hung up and the line went silent. “What’s wrong with your car?”

“Our car?” Joonas raised his eyebrows, then nodded as if he just recalled the conversation he had had with Tommi on the phone a second ago. “Ah, yeah, it makes this weird noise while driving.”

“You sure that weird noise is not Joel?”

“I admit I haven’t thought about it, but I’ll be sure to tell him you said that!” Joonas smiled his brightest smile as they finally headed towards self-checkout.

“Don’t you dare!”

It’ll be easy, Porko had said.

There’s no way you can fuck this up, Porko had said.

And Olli, like the gullible idiot he was, had believed him. Yet, there he was, sitting by the kitchen table staring at an alleged lemon meringue pie that looked like someone had eaten too much omelette and then puked it on a plate, a hollandaise sauce stuck in the bottom of the pot, and a salad with no salad in it because he had forgotten to buy any (also somehow Porko’s fault). He didn’t even dare inspect the state of the salmon, for the last time he checked it had looked rather dry and crispy, not “moist and juicy” like Joonas’ recipe had said.

It was supposed to be the most important dinner of Olli’s life so far, and now it was turning into a catastrophe. His only hope was that whatever was wrong with Joonas and Joel’s car, it wouldn’t be fixed before the pizza delivery guy would bring their actual dinner, one that Olli wouldn’t manage to ruin, unless he dropped the boxes when tripping on the kitchen threshold.

However, he hadn’t even dialled the number of their favourite pizzeria when he heard the front door being unlocked.

“Hey, I’m home, sorry it took– what’s that smell?”

Olli slumped against the kitchen table and wailed in a way that would’ve probably earned him honorary membership in the blue whales’ karaoke club.

“A disaster!”

“Olli, what’s happening?” Tommi was now standing at the kitchen door with a concerned crinkle on his forehead.

“I… I wanted to surprise you.”

“Mission accomplished, I sure as hell wasn’t expecting coming home to…whatever this is,” Tommi gestured around the kitchen, including the miserable pie in front of Olli as well as the sink overflowing with used bowls, knives and whisks Olli had been too panicky to hide in the dishwasher.

“Yh,” Olli whined. His head was still resting against the tabletop but his eyes followed Tommi as he walked to witness the doomed state of the salmon.

“Is the oven on broil on purpose or..?”

“What?” Olli shrieked. “What does that even mean?”

“It means you’re roasting the salmon.”

“I’m what?!” Olli bolted up and joined his boyfriend by the oven where the man was already pointing his finger at the oven’s function selection knob.

“This means roast,” he told Olli with all his restaurant manager’s expertise.

“How the hell was I supposed to know that?! You’re always the one doing the fish!”

Tommi laid a calm hand on Olli’s shoulder. “Hey hey, it’s okay, let’s just switch the regular heater on, alright?” Tommi’s hand moved lower to rub Olli’s back while his other hand turned the switch to the left a couple of times and cracked the oven door open slightly to let out some heat. “You know what? I think it might have actually given the fish a nice, smoky touch.”

“Yeah?” Olli snuggled closer to Tommi’s soft body.

“Uh-huh. No harm done, baby.” Then a quick kiss was pressed on Olli’s forehead which a moment ago had been sweating with distress.

“Well, the rest of the stuff is still ruined,” he mumbled and wished he could hide somewhere inside Tommi’s sweatshirt.

“I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about the sauce,” Tommi nodded as he examined the blob at the bottom of the pan. “The greens look fine, but what on earth was that supposed to be?”

Tommi’s finger was now pointing at the cursed mound of white and yellow mush that sat pathetically on a pie mould.

“It’s a lemon merry…something.”

“A lemon meringue pie,” Tommi read from the back of a receipt from the supermarket on which Joonas had scribbled the recipe for him. “This is Porko’s, I assume?”

“How did you know?”

“Because only one of our friends would add a winking emoji after ‘whip until hard’.”

“And I whipped and whipped and whipped but the only thing that became hard was my arm when it cramped!”

“You tried your best, I’m sure of it,” Tommi reassured him with another kiss on his temple. “With meringue you have to be extra careful with egg yolk. Come on, I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Olli wanted to complain when Tommi freed him from his warm embrace and walked to the fridge. After staring at its contents for a few seconds, he spoke again, his back still turned to Olli.

“You used up all the eggs, didn’t you?”

“There may have been a few failed attempts at separating the yolk from the egg white,” Olli replied, biting his nails.

“Another time then.” Tommi faced him again, and Olli wished he deserved the tenderness on the man’s face. Nevertheless, he let himself be pulled into another gentle hug and buried his face on Tommi’s chest.

“Or I’ll just let you do it all, like I’ve done until now.”

Olli could feel Tommi’s chest vibrate with laughter, then a few faint kisses left on the top of his head.

“The filling looks alright though, so you’re halfway there already.”

“Comforting,” Olli said sarcastically. Then again, he probably wouldn’t mind trying again, at least as long as Tommi would be there too to provide him with the meringue to his lemon pudding.

“What are we having with the salmon, by the way? Besides the veggies.”

Oh. Shit.

“Potatoes. Although…I haven’t even peeled them yet.”

More kisses were planted on his hair as Tommi pulled him close even tighter.

“If I recall correctly, we have some fries in the freezer. Fish and chips, eh? I’ll prepare the tartar. How’s that sound?”

Olli would have preferred having his cheek pressed flat against Tommi’s chest for the rest of the evening, but when he lifted his jaw to look up at his life-companion, he realised it wasn’t as bad an option either.

“Sounds amazing,” he admitted and rose on his tiptoes to connect their lips.

Tommi’s soft red lips were all Olli could focus on most of the dinner, all he forced himself to focus on as to not become crazy while the ring burned in his pocket like he was an unsuspecting hobbit on his way to Mordor.

He waited until they had scraped their bowls clean off the lemon pudding Tommi had managed to salvage from the unholy mess of ingredients Olli had created, and just to buy himself some more time he offered to fill the dishwasher and find a container or a lid for the leftover fish. Once he was done busying himself with kitchen chores to the point he was wiping the tap for the third time, he finally put the dishrag away and turned around to find Tommi right behind him, ready to wrap his arms around Olli.

The kiss he was then given tasted faintly of lemon and the whipped cream Tommi had miraculously conjured out of nowhere to make the otherwise sorry-looking pie filling look a little more like a dessert.

“Thanks for the dinner, baby,” Tommi said with his voice all husky and low, sending shivers down Olli’s spine.

“I think I might need some more practice, though,” Olli mumbled against Tommi’s mouth, making the other man chuckle out a quiet laugh.

“You did well, in the end.”

“Thanks to you,” Olli whispered and nudged their lips together to urge Tommi to kiss him once more.

They stayed like that for a while, leaning against the kitchen counter, arms tightly around each other, mouths working together, the only sound breaking the peaceful silence being the blissful sighs escaping their lungs every now and then. The dinner might not have gone as Olli had planned, but in the end he had ended up exactly where he had wanted to, so there really wasn’t much to complain about.

He could’ve easily stayed right there for the rest of his days, if Tommi would let him.

Would he?

“Tommi?”

“Mmh?”

“I… I got you something. When I was shopping with Porko earlier.”

“Oh yeah? A second dessert? Not with Porko’s recipe, though, I hope.”

Olli would have laughed at the remark, had his heart not been about to thump through his chest.

“No, I, erm… I got you this.” He squeezed his hand into his sweatpants pocket where he had hidden the ring before starting off his efforts in the kitchen, afraid he might forget it somewhere on display and ruin the surprise.

Without the velvet box it looked sort of plain, but he hoped Tommi got the hint anyway.

“Will– will you marry me, Tommi?”

Olli’s mouth felt dry and his hand was shaking while he looked deep into Tommi’s loving eyes and waited for an answer.

But instead of that, Tommi chuckled lightly and put his hand in his own back pocket.

Then he went down on one knee.

“I will, if you’ll marry me too.”

When Tommi’s hand reappeared from behind his back, he was holding a black band with golden rims that gleamed under the kitchen ceiling light. Upon seeing it, Olli realised it was the exact same ring he had tried on at the jeweller’s earlier that day, sighing as Joonas had commented how good it would look on him.

A realisation hit him, and when it did, his face broke into a relieved smile. He saw Tommi’s do the same, his eyes glistening as he looked up at Olli from his chivalrous position on the floor. “Yes,” Olli barely had time to say before Tommi was standing up again and pulling him into a kiss that merged into breathless laughter and quiet I love you’s, into foreheads pressed together when they exchanged rings in a wordless promise to be there for each other forever, or at least as long as the universe would let them.

and here are the rings I had in mind for them:

(📷: Etsy)

(📷: Blue Nile)

#blind channel #blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #domestic fluff by theflyingfeeling #i also momentarily forgot what my tag for these were 😅

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lavendertales · 2 years

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happy 3k queen can we celebrate with soft javi please?

imagine getting caught in a tropical rain storm and y’all are being silly in the rain 🥺👉👈

soft Javi 🥺🥺 I might’ve made this sickeningly sweet so beware.

kiss me more - Javier Peña x gn!reader (no use of gender specific terms)

word count: 547

gif: @azertyrobaz

It’s been pouring like crazy over the past hour with no sign of stopping. But you didn’t care.

Surprisingly – or not – you had the most perfect evening you could’ve asked for with the most questionable man you’ve ever known. A man you once thought of as too stubborn and hard to allow into your heart, now turned attentive and sensible. Truth was, Javier was too caring, too passionate about certain things and too protective over his loved ones, and turning into the A class asshole offered him protection and a certain peace of mind.

It wasn’t easy to maintain that façade with you though; you had seemingly infiltrated his mind and heart alike, allowing him no rest, no catching his breath. All he could think about was you, like you had turned into the air he was breathing. While it took him a lot of getting used to, all of these new habits and emotions, everything coming over him at once like a tidal wave, he was more than willing to give this blossoming relationship a chance. He was far from the torment he had endured in Colombia and his DEA days were gone. It was just him and you now.

You were somewhat surprised when he proposed taking a walk after dinner instead of a cab and the regular dessert back at either one of your places. It was still raining, but the two of you walked without a care in the world. You were holding onto his arm, glancing every once in a while at him and smiling.

“What?” he asked once he caught your eye, fairly amused himself.

“You look pretty wet.”

“Funny, I usually say that about you.”

Chuckling to hide your flattery, you held even tighter to his arm, as if afraid to lose him in any way. truthfully, you had been afraid to lose him more often than not, perhaps because you were fully aware of his past and his tendencies.

But Javier stayed. He stayed after every night you’ve spent together, and thus reassured you time and time again through all of his little gestures that he was there to stay.

Javier lets go of you, walking before you only to stop in the middle of the sidewalk and chuckle at you, as if amazed at something.

“What?” you asked, a smile gracing your lips as well.

“I love you.”

The words came out so simply, so easily, even though you had no idea about the amount of times Javier had thought about saying them to you. You had no idea about the many times he’s even rehearsed the words only in hopes of getting them so sound right, as casual as possible, despite the fact that they meant the world to him.

And you were his world.

“I love you too,” you reciprocated, fighting the urge to ask him if he was sure. Because at the end of the day, you knew him well enough to know that he didn’t say such intimate things without meaning them. “So you’d better kiss me right now.”

No need to tell him twice: Javier moved closer to you, pressing your lips onto yours as he’d always done, passionately and sweetly at the same time, all in the midst of the pouring rain.

Javi tags:

@jettia @stardust-galaxies @evyiione @bellamella

permanent Pedro tags:

@doin-stuff @pedro-pastel @acourtofsnakes @rosiefridayrogersunday @wild-at-heart-kept-in-cage @boxdyeblonde @imcalledflorence @artsymaddie @casssiopeia @sleep-tight1 @pasckles @northernpunk @wantingpedropascal @evelynseventyr @itssmashedavo @phoenixhalliwell @elegantduckturtle @mylifeinthetardisforever @ohhersheybars @kingsqueensandvagabonds @itssmashedavo @sebbys-girl @mrsparknuts @hnt-escape @hayley-the-comet @spideysimpossiblegirl @lsphoenix @kirsteng42 @lunaemss @goldielocks2004 @diogodxlot @gracie7209 @floraandfrost @mejswho @dobbyjen @janebby @what-iwish-you-knew @jedi-jesi @kaqua @datenshi666 @stevie75 @ezras-channel-rat @for-my-satisfaction @quica-quica-quica @mishasminion360 @eri16 @lovesbiggerthanpride @xaestheticalien @grandfanficstation @mrsudontknowme @hello-i-am-daydreaming @mando-s-wife @pastamomma @midwesternwitchery @headinthestarz @drreidsconverse @dindjarinneedsahug @captainjaspenor @pscalwhiskey @1800-fight-me @phandoz @ayrusss @amneris21 @alexxavicry @c4psicle @persephones-garden @din0-plan3 @smutwhore66 @dinsangelx @deliriosinrose @mswarriorbabe80 @crazyworldofsiani @terecord @squidwell @happycupcakeenthusiast @amidalush @pepperpottsxxxx @detectivecarisi-1 @starwarslove16 @dinandgone @fic-appointment @toxicfrankenstein @nicolemval @girlofchaos @mandosmistress @dumplinshee

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x reader #Javier Peña x you #Javier Peña fanfiction #Javier Peña fic #Javier Peña drabble #Javier Peña fluff #Javier Peña x gn!reader #Javier Peña x gender neutral reader #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena drabble #javier pena fluff #javier pena x gn!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction

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nulltune · 2 years

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plots please! I want to write more with you since forever but I can never decide on muse and plots egergewaheth

OHHHHH LULLYYY!!! I'M FEELING SO EPIC AND FLATTERED AND EMBARRASSED AND HAPPY HERE...... SGGKJSKFK DO U KNOW THAT'S LITERALLY ME @ U THO !!!!!!! PLS ngl for the longest time i've been so 😳😳 seeing ur blog (and i remember one of the first things i thought was how pretty your icons are!!) and goshdang do i wanna write with u and all of your muses!! i can 100% relate tho- i'm always the most indecisive ever when it comes to multis (cuz i love all dem wonderful muses!) and i have z e r o (0) ideas on how to start things up lately orz BUT!!! here are some thoughts i have 😳👉👈 for all ur muses! (minus tesla and shd because unfortunately wiki was a barren land 2 me and my mind started drawing a blank 🧎‍♂️) BUT AAAA I'M ALL EARS TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS ABT THESE TOO! these are just my intial thoughts on seeing their profiles on your page + wiki (i'm a fraud of a fate blog tbh my mind is only full of hakuno-) but i would love to hear ur top three from these ones too mayhaps.....!!!! 😳 under the cut bc it's long as Heck-

meme, closed! @summoned-anima

sherlock: fate extra materials say that hakuno has some amazing detective skills (what with all the lil "quests" you do in game and all) so i think some situation that forces these two to cooperate on their wits would be real interesting! i just thought of these two working together on an escape room or sth and damn would i be willing to place my bets on these two being the first to finish it 👏👏✨ which also makes me think: they'd work pretty well as allies or comrades — which is pretty funny too, considering how the another ending ce is one of the best ce reccs to pair up with sherlock ☆ — but as friends.... 🤔 well what i'm saying is that!! i see that "little regards to emotions" on your sherlock's page and boy do i sense some interesting things coming for when that clashes with hakuno and her extremely emotionally-driven and relationship-oriented self! would they butt heads?? would they be an iconic brain-and-heart combo?? lots of possibilities tbh! and also!!! this one is kinda random but i hc my hakuno to be a pianist (the human she's based off is a pianist and the npc would naturally have those skills as well, but she's just not aware of it yet-) and i remember sherlock being able to play the violin so -vague hand gestures- idk sth abt it would be cute methinks..!! it'd be sweet if they could play together too 🥺

caenis: i see his line saying he hates the ocean and I VERY MUCH NEED TO SEE HIM AND HAKUNO GO TO THE OCEAN NOW THANK U VERY MUCH- on hakuno's side! she's spent all her life in a damn academy in a damn virtual world, so i'd just love to see her explore the world in general.. an ocean or just the sea is especially high on that list because se.ra.ph was like the digital sea you see-- and in the arenas, she'd always get a view from in the ocean rather than looking at it from above. it'd be a new experience for her!! and paired with caenis's hatred for the ocean, i feel like it'd be Intewesting 👀 i see caenis having a sweet tooth as well and as someone who loves candy, they can be a sweet tooth squad!! they also have the brutally honest aspect in common and i gotta say,, seeing the line he has for musashi, i'd love to see him potentially calling hakuno out for some of the stuff she does (prime example: hakuno being a very good-hearted and kind person but firmly believing she's bad because she's done some bad stuff) and idk much abt caenis, but a two-way street in character development would be -chef kiss- ! let them both help each other become better mayhaps 🤲🤲✨ ALSO.. i see caenis having a pair of animal ears and idk what type it is exactly (bunny ears??) but this must be said--!!! hakuno loves fluffy-wuffy things and would absolutely want 2 pet--

douman: hakuno's a huuuge history buff so she'd most definitely know about his history and all that, but i, da mun, am not <3 GDJDJSJ will be googling up his background and life story sooner or later but for the time being!! just speaking on the things i've witnessed on the dash from here to there- hakuno and her curious self would most certainly be curious about this clown alter ego that's apparently been causing a ruckus. NGL I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DOUMAN'S WHOLE DEAL IS- and yes i finished shimousa but gotdang is my goldfish memory a struggling binch-- but me thinking about hakuno and her pure innocent nature has got me very Hm 👀(TM). and i will be embawwassing now and admit that i couldn't find as much info abt douman as i liked so i went snooping thru ur posts a lil 🏃‍♂️ AND PLS HE'S H*RNY⁉️ DGJEHCJS my hakuno's a demisexual too so her encountering the very horny douman would probably be so 👁_👁... for her dgdjjehc but!!! fun and laughs aside i am-!!!! actually eye-ing this veeery intently because love and lust is a pretty dang interesting topic to delve into!! i think i saw a post of yours saying sex is his substitute for love and i raise my moon girl like simba-- who i can very much see bluntly speaking out her mind on that matter... trying to understand where he's comibg from but not hesitating to say her bit on how she thinks that's futile and that he'll never obtain happiness that way 😳

enkidu: these two....... THESE TWO........ 🥺😭. artificial beings!!!! learning to be more human together mayhaps-- honestly one of the biggest themes with my moon girl which i'd love 2 explore with everyone's favorite lancer here! and listennnn, it was heavily implied that a berserker enkidu is a servant hakuno could contract with based on compatibility alone (nasu may not have explicitly confirmed it but it is Canon in my heart ok 😤) and i think there's sooo many ways to play off of that (disclaimer tho! it'd be most definitely alright if enkidu doesn't remember her at all! that gives us some angst potential to play with too >:3 ^_T) hakuno remembering enkidu from their beserker form and then interacting with them as a lancer..... hakuno not remember them at first but slowly regaining her memories of them from se.ra.ph as she interacts with their lancer variants....... lots of ways 2 go about it! ANDD i feel like flowers are becoming a decently prominent thing with my hakuno and i do recall enkidu's valentine gift ces being flowers too so-- i dunno how or why but i want something flower inspired for them.....!!!!! OH AND AND since they both dress pretty plainly, it'd be cute if they could dress each other up! i'm also thinking about them doing each other's hair because there's this one super super adorable art of hakuno braiding their hair which i adore oh so very much 🥺

pepe: BEING 100% TRANSPARENT HERE-- I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED LB1 😳...... but!!!! this is a duo that honestly intrigues me So Much because i've heard a lot about how pepe and hakuno have A Lot in common (which- for my hakuno could be both a good thing and a bad thing.. my hakuno definitely has a very deep and unique sense of loneliness, so having someone so similar to her would be both comforting and frightening methinks...) case in point-- this post! (also- random but op's brain is so huge and i love reading their thoughts abt hakuno so much -chef kiss-). i feel like there can be sooo much potential for them to develop more as people thanks to their interactions, and i feel like they really could get along! i can honestly see a pretty damn wholesome friendship too tbh 🥺 and characters who seem so incredibly different on the surface but actually share a lot of deeper themes and things in common is a personal fav of mine okok!!! 😤👏💯💯✨ also a big fan of the concept of pepe and hakuno absolutely slaying and breaking gender roles ✊✊ (pepe being more feminine-like and hakuno being more of a tomboy herself). AND I AM DEEPLY SORRY IN ADVANCE BUT here's a random silly thought that i just have to say too-- i can imagine hakuno gifting them a plushie of pepe the frog... solely because they share a (nick)name..... VDDGFKEHDJ

elijah: CONSIDERING HOW MY HAKUNO IS VERY MUCH LIKE A PINOCCHIO THAT WANTS TO BE HUMAN-- this duo intrigues me very much yes yes 👀✨ hakuno doesn't have the best opinion of herself (putting this very very lightly-) and views herself as a sorry attempt of a living being really ^_T so i feel like she'd expect elijah to dislike or look down on her to an extent (which is honestly how she's been conditioned to feel like with anyone ngl but she's Especially feeling it after his "something you like" line heeheehoohoo!) — his own opinion of her is totes up 2 u tho! hakuno's journey is most definitely becoming more human from the blank slate she was once was and she's oh so very human at her core, so i'm real intrigued to know how elijah would feel and interact with all that!! speaking of... ELIJAH NOT BEING HUMANE IN HIS CORE IS SO INTERESTING TO MEEEE!!!!! also provides a pretty Intewesting contrast to hakuno too. i am a fool so i know thing abt elijah but 👀👀👀 am very much open to learning more via ic interactions! him telling hakuno his story perhaps...... (if they get closer ofc!!) and damn i am c h omping my hands rn bc if this moon girl manages to get to bond lvl 5 with him-- and even if not!! like with enkidu, i can def see her affirming his humanity and caring for him regardless!!

mycroft: I'VE BEEN MEANING TO SEND YOU AN ASK FOR HIM FROM MY OLD AS HECK INBOX CALL TBH-- but!!!! i want them to be teatime buddies !!!!!! it's just something that sounds real wholesome to me okay.. 🥺 AND LISTEN- it's perfect because even back in the moon cell, hakuno would always like to have cakes with the tea that sakura brewed... also-- like with caenis, sweet tooth squad!! i feel like they could get along on that aspect as well? OH BUT SAME WITH SHERLOCK i am very much 👀👀👀👀 because gotdang do i love thinking abt the dynamics of hakuno and a more rational muse..!!! hakuno's a bit (read: A Lot) of an overworker herself too, but she's of the mindset that it's fine if only she's the one bearing all the weight, so i can most definitely see her pesking approaching him quite frequentky to ask if there's any way she could help out or lessen his load. definitely encourages him to take better care of himself and rest!!!! a hypocrite ahaha- OH AND PLS KNOW THAT THE PROGRESSION OF HIS BOND LINES MAKE ME CRY AS WELLLL 😭😭 and i'm sorry but i just know hakuno is that brand of stubborn that just won't leave him alone!! (in a good way tho!!)

#summoned anima #&&. out of #q.#THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN BTW 💞💞 PLSS I RLLY WANT 2 INTERACT WITH U ALREADYYY #also-- we should exchange d.iscord handles perhaps... 😳😳👉👈#would be vv open to plotting more with u if u'd like!#OR HONESTLY EVEN JUMPING STRAIGHT INTO INTERACTIONS IS A-OKAY WITH ME TOO--#see where the wind takes us~~~ or sth like that!#and once i get more info abt t.esla and shd i Will be rambling abt them as well okok!!!!

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staysuki · 3 years

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to 🍕 : yes im female girl woman eveything yes

i liked s1 so much that i shipped reader with hyunjin instead 😃👍 lIKE IDK jeongin u dcurb it Y^Y u blind af man but without his obliviousness, then there wouldnt be any story lol and i liked readers character there 🤩🤩🤩

aND THERES THIS SCENE I CAN NVR FORGET ABT:::: i forgot her name but the toxic gf one texted reader "i hate u" but reader replied with "the feeling's not mutual, idc abt u" AND BRUH I WAS LIKE ok fck jeongin and hyunjin,,, im marrying reader SGFOUAYSOFSA

IK U WANT FEEDBACKS ABT S2 BUT I HAVENT STARTED IT BECAUSE IT ISNT FINISH YET :"> and i kent read long fics now cuz school is out to get me 🔪 PLS SAKSAKIN NIYO NA LANG AKO (🍕 this means 'pls stab me' im translating bc ily)

ASH WHY R U THERE BY URSELF Y^Y but tnx for dj-ing hhehehhahh is felix singing live 😱😱😱 ??????

🍕 we can have our second date on minho's resto 🤩🤩🤩 u dont have to worry abt penises,,, except maybe look out for ash im sure shes wearing dick themed clothes & accessories 😭

bUT EXCUSE ME I SRSLY FEEL LIKE YOU (yes u ash) used to be one of the artistic kids in school who was always forced to join competitions XD lIKE U CUT UR HAIR ,, UR PENMANSHIP IS bOoTyfULL and ur drawings r cute 🥺👉👈

y dont u hav a nose 😞 and the chastity ring 😭😭😭 wtf ash 😭 but the bananas 😋 i cant get over you being so lonely on the corner,,, is felix on bathroom break because of all the intense live singing?? HAAHHHAHHAH

your dick drawing is so detailed while mines literally looks like -> olo ,,,, just that ; no details

and i realized all my asks are so fkng long lmao,,,, i should prob speak less 😃👍 but im only like this to you (???) MAYBE BECAUSE I CAN FEEL UR CHAOTIC ENERGY OR SMTHNG ??? like idk the way i type changes depending on how i see the writer?? one author im also talkative with has a calm vibe so i barely use caps on her asks, tho my msgs are also chaotic XD

ok bye

- bs

i love how i'm just the msngr between you and 🍕anon now 💓🙏 i love modern day romance.

JSHWJSHSS and yeah, i loved season 1 a lot too, it was the perfect bite-sized smau 😩 shouldn't have ruined it ih8myself. also i would say that jeongin's season 1 smau perfectly embodies my blog and the way i write but honestly, i think PP HEART™️ took that spot now. I LOVED WRITING THE EX-GIRLFRIEND CONFRONTATION PART TOO!! I wanted to deviate from the standard doormat type of y/n so I made her as annoying as possible (but also charming). AND YEAH. EVERYONE WAS #HyunjinBestBoy SO I JUST HAD TO MAKE AN ALTERNATE ENDING. It was fun though, everyone was pro-Juyeon until Hyunjin came in the picture. I like to take it as a compliment that I write characters and chemistry well 😌 or everyone is just so easily swayed by charming men idk.

that's understandable! i wanted to finish season 2 as soon as possible too but i ended up making it longger than intended. dw, it's almost finished i swear 😭💔 and i'll be waiting for a complete 10 page detailed analysis and commentary review on it once you finish jkjk. also 🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

i'm in the corner watching over seo changbin so he doesn't flirt with y/n while felix is singing, boss' orders 😩🙏.

time to write about a minho fic where he owns a restaurant then 🤥 i'll make it boob-themed this time JKJK

AND NO BUT U R CLOSE. I used to be the textbook nerd, I spent so much time in the library, I'd stay there after class until it closed 😤. I did join a bunch of competitions but they are mostly acad-based and I was also in the student council (guess which position hehe). I also joined some pageants but let's move past that yeah(?). But unfortunately, i was NOT one of the art kids 😔 unless you count theatre and dance as art then yes.

ALSO PLEASE, i love how you keep coming back to the drawing 💀. Felix is refreshing his vocal cords 💔

I used to vandalize desk chairs back in school and I'd draw oddly detailed penises— i was a cHiLD back tHEN OKAY

ALSO DW, i like long 🥺👉👈 (all kinds of). Dw about shortening it or anything, i'll make up for it by using smaller text and also using a readmore for my reply hehe 👻peekaboo👻 or smth idfk.

ALSO HOW DARE YOU THINK I'M CHAOTIC 🤥😡🤬😫😝😩🤬🤬 DOES ME DRAWING DIFFERENT VARIATIONS OF PENISES NOT SCREAM "chill, mature, proper, classy lady" TO YOU 🕺 i am an artissê✨ but i feel special that you're only like this with me 🥺👉👈🕺🙈✨😭😩🤬🤬😝😫✨😔

#anon: bub stop.#anon:🍕#ash life #pizza anon

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clone-whore-99 · 2 years

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Troublemaker

Chapter 13: Waste of Time

The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Warnings: If you thought the angst had stopped then you were sorely mistaken, Crosshair being himself, ignoring boundaries, playful teasing, guns, self-doubt, chaos thoughts, Reader still got plenty of issues LMK if I missed any

Authors Note: Writers block? ✔ An unusual busy summer? ✔ Several mental breakdowns? ✔✔✔ This chapter has spent more time in the closet than I ever did. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I still hope you enjoy it ❤

If you like it, please do let me know by liking and commenting and maybe even reblogging, it would mean a lot to me 🥺👉👈 Oh, and if you want to, you can show some support by buying me a coffee ❤

Arriving at Kamino

Work, Armor and... Clones?

Let It Out

You Shouldn't Have Done That

Talk About It

The 20 Questions Game

Crosshair 🌶

Echoes of the Past

The Fight

A Nice Change of Air

Sore Muscles 🌶

Heavy Rain Weights the Mind

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. You and Crosshair had been talking together for hours on end - well, mostly just you, Crosshair mainly made grunts in agreement or lack thereof. But every now and then he would chime in on the conversation, adding his own twist to it or possibly completely changing the topic.

It had been so nice, lovely, cozy. You made a mental note to thank Wrecker for creating such an atmosphere. The cold from the window contrasting the warmth of Crosshair’s body. The sound of his slow heartbeat in rhythm with the droplets of rain hitting the glass. Crosshairs slow and gentle caressing touch.

You vaguely remember the dark sky turning completely black. And maybe your dad coming back from work, though it could’ve just been a dream.

What a shame such a wonderful night of sleep was interrupted by a rather crude way of waking up.

A hand placed on your shoulder gently shook you awake. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re late.” Crosshairs grumpy voice sounded.

“Hmmm, late for what?” You hummed, not ready to open your eyes or move from the comfy spot against the clone.

“Breakfast. The others are already waiting for us in the cafeteria.”

You thought for a second, before nuzzling in closer. “No food, only sleep.”

“It’s gonna be like that, huh?” You could actually hear the eyeroll in his speech. Then you were roughly pushed to the side and the warmth encasing you moved away.

Though you wanted to be annoyed at the rough handling, you were just too tired to care. You snuggled back up against the cushions and made a pouty face towards Crosshair.

Finishing putting on his armor, Crosshair rested one hand on his hip while looking down at you. “You coming?”

“No,” You pouted. “No food, only sleep.”

A heavy sigh was the last thing you heard, before the blanket covering you was ripped away and a pair of hands grabbed around your waist. You didn’t even have the time to fathom what was happening, as your world turned upside down.

You screamed in shock. You started kicking and hitting and pulling yourself out of his grasp, without any luck. You demanded to be let down, bargained for your release, promised you would stop complaining.

Crosshair didn’t listen. He just kept walking with you hanging over his shoulder.

“Quit yelling, you’re making a scene.” He said after a while.

“Then let me down!” You demanded again.

He didn’t. At least not until you reached the others in the cafeteria. Then he put you down on the bench, ordered you to stay put and headed towards the buffet.

You scrunched your nose at him. “I’m not a soldier, you can’t give me orders,” You yelled after him, at this point not caring whether or not you were causing a scene. Afterall, you had already gotten everybody's attention by your entrance.

“I can restrain you,” Crosshair loudly replied, not caring what others thought, like usual.

“Unbelievable,” You grumbled, leaning against the table and resting your head in your hand.

“Very believable,” Tech corrected, with his classic index finger raised in the air. “You should’ve picked up on Crosshairs usual behavior by now.”

You glared at the genius clone. “I know, it’s just a saying.”

Hunter chuckled. “Rough morning?”

“No…” You sighed, already missing being asleep by the window. “Not until Crosshair decided to toss me over his shoulder.”

A cup of caff was placed in front of you, along with a tray of the usual boring food they served on Kamino. “I gave you the chance to come willingly. You should’ve taken it while you could.”

As you were about to reply with some snide comment, Echo chimed in on the conversation. “I take it as the two of you have made up then?”

“Well,” You looked down at your food in a shy manner and shrugged slightly. “It’s kinda hard not to, with the cozy little nook Wrecker created. Thank you,” You smiled at the gentle giant, who in return rubbed the back of his neck in a shy manner.

“Eh, don’t mention it. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to relax and be comfortable!” He roared confidently.

“That… Is two things, Wrecker.” Tech corrected.

Wrecker instantly shot back by pointing at the goggled clone and yelling: “You’re two things!”

Techs facial expression turned into a rather rare sight for the clone - one of confusion. “That doesn’t even make any sense,”

You laughed at the brothers usual quarrels, Techs constant need to be right and Wrecker being, well, Wrecker. However, you decided to change the topic before it could get out of hand. “So, what’s your plans for today?”

Tech was the first to respond, already looking through his datapad. “Well, since the medics have confirmed my suspicions about Echo’s sense of balance, I can finally go further with my work on his cybernetic. Hopefully that would mean we can soon, erm…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Tech looked up at you and saw the hurt in your eyes. You just nodded at him. “That you can soon leave again. I know. I guess that means Echo is going to spend the day with you?”

Echo let out a low, awkward groan. “I guess. He only really needs my head for measurements and all that, but it’s a good time to keep up with my studies on their battle formation.”

“I’m thinking about hitting the shooting range. You wanted to come with?” Crosshair sounded next to you.

Before you could reply, Wrecker let out a loud: “Yea I do! Been too long since our last mission, I’ve been itching to blow some things up!”

You chuckled at his sudden reaction. You weren’t sure if Wrecker knew the question wasn’t meant for him, but you liked the confidence in his reply. “Sure, it’d be fun. Plus I kinda wanna see Wrecker in action, blowing things up and all that.”

Crosshair did not look amused. It was pretty obvious he had hoped for you alone, but he wasn’t going to admit that in front of his brothers. Especially not after you admitted you wanted Wrecker to come along.

Your eyes landed on the leader of the group. “What about you Hunter?”

“Hmm?” The soldier was caught off guard, clearly focused on something else, but you couldn’t tell what. Then his face lit up in realization. “Oh! I, erm, I’m probably just gonna stay back and help Echo with his studies..”

Though you had no certain proof or reason to, you had this weird feeling that Hunter was avoiding you. Which was crazy, obviously! He was just busy, that’s all. So what if he was always away, never really spent too much time alone with you, always seemed to try and keep some distance from you? It was all just a coincidence, you were worried about nothing, really. Afterall, he had just spent a day training with you. It might’ve been while his brothers were cheering him on and most of it was spent with him avoiding your punches and throwing you to the ground, but surely that meant he wasn’t trying to avoid you, right?

Something sharp pushed up your chin and pulled you out of your thought process.

“You aren’t listening, dollface.” Crosshair said annoyed. He had been explaining to you how to disassemble and reassemble a gun, insisting it was just as important to know as how to shoot with the gun.

You jerked your head away from the toothpick. “Yea I am,” you lied in defense, crossing your arms.

Wrecker was standing behind Crosshair, looking for some explosive he could use in the training facility. He wanted to find the ones that made the most impact, excited to show you one of his greatest loves.

The three of you had agreed that when you needed a break from shooting, he could go blow things up and you could watch.

Realizing your eyes had shifted over to the man behind him, Crosshair now grabbed your chin between his thumb and index finger and forced you to look back at him. “No, you’re not. You’re distracted, which will get you killed on the field.”

You grabbed onto his wrist, trying to pull the grip on your face loose. “Well, then it’s a good thing I don’t belong on the field, huh?”

Crosshair cocked an eyebrow at you. “I thought you wanted to come with us?”

This made your eyes light up, excitement filled your body and you could barely contain it. “Does this mean I can go with you? If I learn all of this!?”

“No,” The cocky bastard replied. “But it’s still good to know.”

Before you even had the chance to think of some clever remark, Crosshair grabbed your wrist and pulled you in front of him. He stood with his chest against your back and used his hands to guide yours, so you had no chance but to learn how to disassemble and reassemble a gun.

After having repeated the action a couple of times, he stepped aside when the gun was disassembled.

“Alright,” He began, leaning against the table with his arms crossed. “Put it back together properly.”

Your mind instantly drew a blank. You knew this. He literally just showed how to do it, several times. But something about the way he was looking at you and expected from you, made you completely freeze up.

With shaky hands hovering over the different parts, you began mumbling to yourself the instructions he had shown you.

Sighing loudly, Crosshair placed his hand in front of you with a semi-loud slam. “You still weren’t paying attention?”

“N-no, I was!” You stammered, shocked at the obvious annoyance. “Paying attention, that is. I was paying attention.”

“Then you should at least know the buttstock goes into the receiver. It’s the most obvious part of it.”

“I know!” You shouted in defense, not sure why this made you feel like you were being interrogated. “I know, it’s just… I don’t do well under pressure and you keep staring at me and it’s really unnerving and…”

Wrecker interrupted your sudden rant of excuses to Crosshair: “Ah, let it go, Crosshair! It’s not like she’s gonna need it anyways. Just get over with the shooting already, so I can show her where the real fun is!”

His large hand landed on your back in what was probably meant as a supportive clap, but instead ended with knocking all the air out of you. Wrecker really had little-to-no control over his strength around you.

Crosshair grumbled a bit in response, before finally caving and reassembled the gun again. It was the same model as last time. You knew he was a sniper, but it was still odd for you to practice with a sniper rifle. Wouldn’t a smaller gun be more convenient for you to learn?

The start of practice wasn’t much different than last time. Crosshair pulled you into the range, turned on the still targets and waited for you to make the first move.

Fine.

You took the position he had shown you last time and used the fence for support. But you barely managed to put a finger on the trigger, when a hand grabbed your shoulder and aggressively adjusted the butt of the rifle against it.

Angry, you glanced up at the sniper next to you, who wasn’t even acknowledging your existence. Instead he was busy looking at the targets.

For some unknown reason, the fact he actively avoided looking at you made you feel more uneasy, than when he was watching your every move. What did you do to make him like that?

Trying to push away the thoughts and that weird feeling in your stomach, you leaned into the scope and lined up your shot. And like last time, you missed - though not as horribly as your first time ever shooting.

Weird. You were certain you had positioned yourself right. You hadn’t been expecting a bullseye already, but at least be within the vicinity of the target.

Determined to prove that you weren’t completely useless - that you actually had learned something last time - you leaned even closer to the scope, only for a sharp pain to hit your back. The kind where you instantly knew you had done something wrong.

“You’re doing it wrong,” Crosshair stated the obvious, rubbing salt in an already sore wound.

Bitter and kinda hurt about Crosshair's sudden change in approach to you, you stood up straight and threw out your arms in defeat. “You don’t say, Captain Obvious!”

If your hostile tone and sudden change in body posture had any effect on Crosshair, he didn’t show it. His face was unreadable, all except the small twitches of the toothpick between his lips. “Have you listened to anything I’ve told you so far, or has all of this just been a big waste of my time and energy?”

That caught you off guard - something you were nowhere nearly as good at hiding as the man standing before you. His annoyed demeanor and the inability to read his expressions made it sound like he thought spending time with you was the waste. But that couldn’t possibly be it, could it? He always tried to be around you after all. No one who thought you would be a waste of time or energy would do that… Unless they thought they could gain something from you.

A huge knot formed in your stomach at the thought. One so big you could barely breathe - barely stand from just the weight of it. You tried to push it away, tried to rationalize it, tried to do anything to keep it from growing, but the seeds of doubt had been planted and wouldn’t budge.

“Well, sorry I’m not an expert after one time.” You finally replied, your voice sounding more defeated than angry. To make up for the lack of anger in your voice, you threw the gun at him. That’s when another thought popped into your head.

“How do I know you’re so good? So far I’ve never seen you shoot a gun before, you might just be all talk for all I know.”

Crosshair didn’t bite the bait that attempted to anger him. Instead, he just turned to face the targets again, clicked a couple buttons to make them move so fast you were struggling to keep up and lined up a series of shots.

It was over before it had even started. Everything had gone by so fast you could barely keep up and nearly got dizzy from just trying. And once it was over, Crosshair got the target cards and showed them to you. “Does this answer your question?”

In the middle of the card he handed you, he had perfectly shot the first letter of your name. You could barely keep up and he had managed to kriffing write with his shots. You couldn’t help but to just stare in awe at it.

Quick glances from the card to the clone, you finally found your voice again. “I hope you don’t expect me to be able to do this… Cause that’ll happen once Mustafar freezes over.”

“No,” Crosshair scuffed, his voice matching the annoyed look on his face. “But I expect you to listen when I talk to you and not to waste my time.”

“If you think I’m a waste of time, then why even bother being around me?”

You pushed the target cards into the chest of the sniper and turned to walk away, with that weird crippling feeling once again taking place in the pit of your stomach and making breathing harder than usual.

You never got far though, as Crosshair quickly grabbed the hand that had previously held onto the cards and didn’t let you walk away.

“I’m not in the mood, Crosshair. And I already told you, I don’t like it when you toss and pull me around like I’m nothing but some doll you can just play with.”

If Crosshair heard that last remark, he didn’t act on it. Instead he pulled you to lean against the fence separating you from the targets and caged you in with both of his arms on either side of you.

Desperation and panic rose in you and your eyes darted around the room, hoping to find some help or a possible way to escape your sudden cage.

“Why would I think you’re a waste of time?” Crosshair asked, ignoring your obvious discomfort and pitiful attempt to flee.

One hand holding onto dear life on the fence, the other found home on Crosshairs chest as you used all the strength you had in that arm to push. “Crosshair, I’m serious! I don’t like it when you do this! It scares me, so please just let me go!” You half-shouted the last part, hoping somebody nearby could hear you.

“Y/N,” Crosshairs voice was softer than usual and his muscles began relaxing around you. His hands left the fence and came to a rest on your cheeks and his forehead came in contact with yours. “You’re not a waste of time. That’s not what I meant. I brought you here to help with your anxiety -”

“- I -”

“- Don’t have anxiety, I know.”

You let out a soft chuckle.

“You were the one who wanted to come here again. I thought it was because you wanted to learn how to properly shoot. But if you don’t want to learn, then this is a waste of time - time that we don’t have plenty of and can spend on other things. But you, you aren’t a waste of time. Understood?”

“Yea…” You nodded slightly. “You know, I think this is the most you’ve ever said in one go, while talking to me.”

With his usual, annoying smirk, Crosshair lightly nudged your shoulder and said: “Don’t get used to it, Dollface.”

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Troublemaker

Chapter 5: Talk about it

The Bad Batch x f!Reader

Warnings: a lot of angst, again. Other than that, pretty chill chapter. Everybody seems to be worried about Reader. LMK if I missed anything

Authors note: The reason for this chapter taking so long, is definitely not because I've spent hours upon hours reading wookepedia pages, studying screenshots and rewatching clips to make sure everything is as canon as possible. Definitely.

If you like it, please do let me know by liking and commenting and maybe even reblogging, it would mean a lot to me 🥺👉👈

Chapter 1: Arriving at Kamino

Chapter 2: Work, Armor and... Clones?

Chapter 3: Let it out

Chapter 4: You shouldn't have done that

Chapter 6: The 20 Questions Game

Chapter 7: Crosshair

Chapter 8: Echoes of the Past

Chapter 9: The Fight

Chapter 10: A Nice Change of Air

Chapter 11: Sore Muscles

Chapter 12: Heavy Rain Weights the Mind

Chapter 13: Waste of Time

The good news was, that the couch in your dads living room was finally being used, for something other than you watching trashy holo dramas. The bad news was, that it was being used to scold you and Crosshair.

Crosshair had been correct in the assumption that the two of you would make it back to the apartment, before your father would get off work. However, he hadn't accounted for Lazie - your dads service droid - being sent back to check up on you and make sure you got something to eat. Only for it to see that you were nowhere to be found and obviously it told your dad.

Hunter was standing behind your dad, waiting for him to finish so he could take over the scolding. The rest of the team was in their barracks. Your dad was pacing back and forth, yelling about how worried he was and when he asks you to go to your room he expects you to stay in the room and blah blah blah.

You weren't really listening. If Crosshair was, he wasn't showing it. He was sitting to your left, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest and his right leg resting over the left one. You, on the other hand, was sitting with your elbows on your knees and with your head resting in your hands.

"Can we pleeease do this later?" you nearly yelled, while rubbing circles into your temples. It felt like your eyes would pop out of your head, if you as much as dared to open them.

Your dad scoffed. "You're the one always complaining that I -"

"It was my fault." Crosshair interrupted your dad. You felt the couch shifting, as he stood up.

"Don't think I'm not blaming you, Cross. You're lucky I like you guys, or I would've gone straight to your lead supervisor and have you decommissioned for kidnapping my daughter."

"I told you I was just going to have an honest heart to heart talk with her." Crosshair hissed.

"And I told you to leave her alone." Your dad poked Crosshair in the chest.

"If I hadn't interfered, Y/N would've gotten herself hurt."

"She's a grown woman, if she hurts herself in one of her little tantrums, then so be it! It's not your job to take care of her."

"No, it's supposed to be yours..."

Your dad looked like he was about to hit Crosshair, when Hunter finally jumped between the two men.

"Guys," his voice was low, but stern. "Let's have this discussion elsewhere, shall we?"

Hunter looked in your direction, causing the other two to follow suit.

After Crosshair got off the couch, you had let yourself slump down to lie in a fetal position, with your hands covering your ears to keep the noise out. Your eyes were still closed, and you trying so hard to think about anything, but the dunking pain in your head.

You thought back to the shooting range and how much fun it had been. How, when you first hit the center of the target, Crosshair had been forced to step back, so you could jump up and down in excitement. How proud he had looked, when you had managed to hit the center several times on your own. And how you had looked like a complete fool, jumping around and doing little celebratory dances every time.

It was such a shame that you had to stop, but you felt like you were going blind on your dominent eye. You had overstrained it and by the time your vision came back, your head felt like it was going to explode.

When you opened your eyes again, there was no sign of the three men, who had just been standing in front of you. Nor was there any sign of your headache.

It took you a minute to realise that you must've fallen asleep. At some point during the night, either your dad or one of the clones must've put a medpatch on you to help with the pain and a blanket to keep you warm. You couldn't help the little smile that appeared at the thought.

You decided to spend your surprise day off in a very productive manner. By lying on the couch, catching up on your favorite trash holo dramas.

It was rare for your dad to give you time off, unless it was in order to punish you. And when that happened, you were always just confined to your room. Though you had no proof, you were certain it was one of the members from Clone Force 99 that was the reason for your time off.

After having spent the majority of the day consuming trash, you felt like you needed a shower. Badly. You probably smelt like it too.

"Y/N, sweety?" Your dad called out from the entrance.

"In a minute, I'm in the 'fresher!" You yelled over the sound of the shower.

"Take your time, fruitcakes."

Oh no, he called you fruitcakes. He only called you that when something was wrong. Was that why he was back so soon? It was only dinner time, dad was never back by dinner time. What could possibly be so important, that he got back early from work and called you fruitcakes? Did something happen? Was he going to ship you away again?

You shook your head, trying to push away the millions of thought racing through your mind. So what if he wanted to get rid of you? You had wanted to get away from that force forsaken planet anyways!

Barely having gotten the soap washed off your body, you stepped out of the shower and quickly got dressed again. You took a couple of deep breathes, trying to calm your nerves before heading out to face the inevitable.

"What's up, dad?" your voice was way calmer than you.

"Have a seat sweetheart, I've managed to get us some Glowblue Noodles and Chav for dinner." Okay, this was freaky.

You hesitantly sat by the barely used dinner table. "Is something wrong?" No need to beat around the bush, might as well bite the sour fruit before it'll hurt too much.

"Not... Really, why?"

You shrugged. "You're home early from work. You're eating dinner with me. You called me Fruitcakes. You only call me Fruitcakes when you have bad news."

"I just managed to get a break from work and figured that we haven't really sat down and eaten dinner together in years, so..."

And whose fault is that?

For a moment, the only sound filling the room was that of cutlery hitting the plate. If it weren't for the anticipation of whatever your dad was trying to avoid telling you, it might even have been nice to sit like that.

"You're awfully quiet. Are, ehm, do you not like the food?" your dad finally broke the silence.

"No, it's fine." you were resting your head on your knuckles, while pushing the noodles around with your fork.

Your dad shifted nervously in his chair. "Y/N, sweetheart, fruitcakes... Did something happen?"

This caused you to finally straighten up in your seat and look at him. His eyes were filled with worry. "What do you mean?" You asked.

"Well, did something happen to you over the last couple of years?"

"You mean, besides the galactic wide war that's been happening?" you scoffed.

Your dad looked around the room nervously. "Both Tech and Crosshair says they've caught you having panic attacks... And with how hostile and - let's be honest - kinda promiscuous you've been acting lately, well Tech thought -"

"Panic attacks? I don't, panic.. and PROMISCUOUS!? I - I don't even know what to say, dad! What I do, when I'm... I can't believe you talked to the guys about this! I thought Crosshair was lying when he said you had told him I was sleeping around, but apparently not!" You were so mad you could barely think straight.

"That's not what I meant, Fruitcakes." He replied low, looking like someone who had just been caught red handed.

"So what? Have you been walking around, advertising to all the men here about how much of a whore your kid is?"

"NO! I WOULD NEVER -" your dad cut himself off right as he had slammed his hand on the table.

You stood up and started heading for the door, not wanting to be in the same room as your dad any longer. In fact, you weren't entirely sure you wanted to be on the same planet as him.

"Maybe," he whispered low, pinching the bridge of his nose with the thumb and index finger. "Maybe bringing you here was a mistake afterall..."

Your heart sank. There it was. The thing you had dreaded all night for him to say. "Of course it was." Your voice was shaky. "You hate having to spend too much time around me afterall, right?"

"That's not -" You were gone.

You didn't have any specific goal in mind, about where you were headed. You just knew you had to get away and preferably without meeting anybody on the way. Which was near impossible in a place such as Tipoca City.

After having walked in what felt like forever, you sat down for a quick rest. The last couple of corridors you had gone down had barely been populated and the few that did walk by, didn't even acknowledge your existence.

Untill a pair of boots came at a halt right next to you. The boots turned from facing you to face the opposite wall and you heard a quiet 'clank' from the armor colliding with the steel wall.

Silence.

You were waiting for the person next to you to speak, to tell you off, tell you how you couldn't just run off when you got mad or you couldn't just sit in the middle of the hallway, but he didn't.

He just stood there. Waiting for you to make the first move.

With a soft sigh, you finally gave in and broke the silence, "Do you always play with your knife around women, or am I just that special?"

That earned you a soft, but honest chuckle. "I almost thought you hadn't noticed me. Too busy staring at that wall,- not that I blame you. It is a pretty interesting wall." It was a blinding white, bare wall.

Hunter sat down next to you, accompanying you in your staring contest with the wall.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," You hugged your knees to your chest.

"Alright."

Silence. Again.

The only noise was the low swish sounds the vibroblade made, whenever it twirled around between Hunters fingers.

"Are you going to bring me back?" You didn't have to ask why he had come. You knew why.

"Do you want to go back?"

"No.."

"Then no."

This caused you to turn to face him in shock, though Hunter was still maintaining the stare-off with the wall.

"Then why are you here?" You asked in disbelief. The only reason he had to have come, was because your dad asked him to find you, right?

"You seem like you needed company." He tilted his head in your direction.

"I don't want your company." You muttered, going back to stare at the wall again.

Now it was Hunter's turn to look away from the wall and towards you. "What you need and what you want are two different things."

You just huffed in response.

Not letting silence fall over the two of you again, Hunter put his knife back in it's holster and then gently nudged you with his elbow. "I don't think the wall is going to get anymore interesting than this. What do you say, we go somewhere else?"

You shrugged. "Fine, I guess..."

That was all he needed, before Hunter was back on his feet and holding a helping hand out to you.

"So, what weird adventure are you going to take me on?" You asked, while grabbing his hand and letting him pull you up on your feet.

"Adventure?" Hunter raised his eyebrow quizzically.

You smirked at him, then held your hand up to count on your fingers, as you walked side by side. "So far, Wrecker has brought me to the cantina, Tech brought me... Well, I don't know where he brought me, but it was dirty and smelled weird, and Crosshair brought me to a shooting range. So, where are you bringing me?"

Hunter nodded along with your listing. "Well, since you don't want to go home, I was thinking about bringing you to our barracks. If that's okay?"

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks at the thought of being in their barracks, though you still nodded. "Okay."

"-You see the problem?" You asked Hunter, when the door to their barracks opened up and you were hit by the odd smell, you had only experienced once before.

"I'll have Tech make you a map." Hunter assured you, as he led you inside the room.

"A map over what?" Tech asked, but before you could answer, Wrecker jumped up from the couch.

"Y/N! Ad'ika!" If Wreckers loud voice hadn't woken up the men sleeping, your shrieks from being picked up by the waist like you weighted nothing would.

You were spun around in the air before Wrecker pulled you in for a big hug. "I've missed you!"

"You've only known me for one day!" You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "But I guess I've missed you too."

"A map over what?" Tech asked again, this time more annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

Wrecker put you back down again and Hunter placed a hand on your back to steady you, as he finally answered Tech: "Tipoca City. Y/N says she's still struggling to find her way around here."

"You still haven't figured that out?" Crosshair sneered. He was sitting in his bunk, wearing nothing but his body glove and was clearly irked that he had been woken up for no reason.

"Y/N didn't grow up here like we did, so it's to be expected that she's going to struggle figuring out her way around the structure of the city, especially when it all looks so similar to the untrained eye." Tech defended you, with a raised finger to bring home his point. Or, at least you think he was defending you.

"So, can you make me a map?"

Tech looked almost offended that you would even dare to ask such a thing. "Obviously. I'll get to it, once I'm done with this," and just like that, his attention went from you, back to whatever weird thing he was tinkering with.

"What are you working on?" You maneuvered to your best extent through the mess of the room, towards what looked like a make-shift worktable that was placed in front of what you could only assume was Tech's bunk.

Tech looked at you searchingly, as if he was doubting whether or not you actually wanted to know. However, once you tilted your head in curiousity, he went back to focus on his task.

"The medics on Anaxes removed all of the nonessential moderations that the Techno Union had added to Echo, but ever since then, he's been complaining about pains and hearing problems on his left ear. I am looking at the device, which was attached to his ear when we found him, in an attempt to figure out if it had anything to do with these complains, and if so, how to replicate and improve it's uses."

Tech was explaining it, as if you had been along with them on their mission and therefore all of this should just be obvious. You just nodded slowly, as if you understood.

"Echo is the reason we're back already." Hunter explained with the same assumption that you just automatically knew who - or what - Echo was.

"Yea, and then it's back in action!" Wrecker added, hitting his fist into the palm of his hand as a display of strength.

You instantly noticed the absense of Crosshair, who had previously been sitting on the bunk not far from the couch Wrecker was resting in. You quickly turned around, to find him leaning against the wall right behind you, giving you his usual devious smirk. You knew he had planned on startling you again.

Even though you had caught him, Crosshair still leaned dangerously close to your in order to tease you, "Echo's the reg sleeping in the hammock."

"Or at least trying to," A voice errupted from the red hammock behind Techs workspace, before a very frail looking man sat up. "If you guys weren't so noisy."

You couldn't help but to feel bad. The poor guy looked like he hadn't eaten, slept or seen the sun in a long time. His appearance could best be described as that of a love child between a human and a droid. You wanted nothing more but to hug him.

"Sorry... I-I shouldn't have come." You quickly stepped backwards, away from the three men.

You let out a small yelp, when you accidentally bumped into Hunter. He didn't seem to mind though, as he placed a supporting hand on your shoulder and turned you to face him.

"I invited you here, Y/N, so you don't have to leave, unless that is what you want to." Hunter tried to assure you, while bending down in an attempt to gain eyecontact.

Echo let out a tired sigh. "I'm the one who should be sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, mesh'la, I'm just not really used to this new look, I guess."

Your heart sank at Echo's apology. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel bad about himself. "You didn't scare me, it's just.." You shook your head. "It's been a long, dumb evening, that's all."

"Do you not have anywhere to stay?" Echo asked. This caused the rest of the squad to exchange glances, while your face turned red with embarrassment.

"N-no, I do, it's just -"

"Y/N is Laquans kid." Tech interrupted you.

Echos eyes went wide with the realization, before he awkwardly looked away.

Almost as if Hunter could sense your blood starting to boil with anger before you could, he quickly placed an assuring hand on your shoulder again. "We don't have to take this talk right now."

The muscles in your body started tensing up again and Hunter tightened his grib on your shoulder in an attempt to keep you grounded.

You glanced up at the long haired soldier, who in return gave you a look of worry and care. You then let your gaze discretely wander from man to man, before closing them and letting out an annoyed sigh.

"Can you guys please stop looking at me, like I'm about to explode any second now? It's not really helping.." You say with a humorless laugh.

They all apologized in their own weird way, before going back to whatever they were doing before you walked in. All except Hunter, who was still holding tightly onto your shoulder and seemingly trying to figure out what to do with you.

You looked back up at him again, with heavy, tired and pleading eyes. "Is there any where I can sleep for the night, that won't require me going back?"

"You can have my bunk, I'll sleep on the couch."

You shook your head. "I'm not gonna steal your bed, Hunter. I'm a guest here, so if anything, I should be the one sleeping on the couch."

"Or you could stay in my bunk," Crosshair added, already sitting on the edge his bunk again. "I won't mind sharing."

You turned your head to give the marksman a tired glance. After thinking about it for a second, you let out a deep sigh and asked: "Do you promise not to have any wandering hands?"

"I'm not gonna do anything you wouldn't want, dollface."

You looked back at Hunter, who gave you a weak nod. "He's not going to try anything. And if he does, I'll know it right away and put an end to it."

With a weak nod, you made your way over to where Crosshair was sitting. The look in his eyes told you, that he wasn't actually expecting you to take him up on the offer.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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