#(I couldn't receive hugs of any kind for ~6 years)

[byunpum]

Tsa·zìskrrmipaw | part 2

Pair: Neytiri x Y/N human baby x Sully family

Warning: soft moments, mother rage, violence, sadness

Note: I had this job done a long time ago, but I changed a few things. Finally I am publishing it. I hope you like it a lot, and enjoy it. Remember to read part 1 <3

AVATAR MASTERLIST | Part 1 | Part 2

If there was one thing Neytiri was sure of when she decided to accept little Y/N into her family, it was the offensive comments. The discriminating looks they would give her and her baby. She could receive all kinds of insults and mistreatment. But her little Y/N? oh no, not her. Her little bean shouldn't be treated like that. So she became much more protective of her baby. Neytiri knew she couldn't have you locked up all your life in the hut. That she and Jake wouldn't be around you all the time, even your siblings. Neytiri knew she had to let you grow up, but she was very afraid.

The day was pretty quiet, lo'ak and kiri were taking their midday nap, while little Y/N was playing with her father. Jake was lying on the floor, while Y/N was combing his hair and cuddling him. Meanwhile neytiri was finishing weaving a foot bracelet for her children. Neytiri was giggling at the scene ahead of her. Jake was almost asleep, while y/n's little hands were trying to climb up and move his father's head to the other side. Jake said it was "spa day for daddy," but he was taking it very seriously. "daddy you have a big head" says y/n, now using his feet to move jake's head. He laughs, and stands stiller. "You're the big head" jake jokes, moving his hands up from his head to hold the little girl. Pulling her up into the air, hearing her laugh. Now laying her on his chest, cuddling her and giving her lots of kisses. Neytiri feels so in love, at times like this she is glad and thankful that jake is her partner and father of her children. He is such a great father.

"Y/N!!!" Neteyam's voice is heard from afar, running into the hut. The boy had gone out to play with some friends. He ran as fast as he could to his little sister. "You have to come with me, I found the perfect place to play" says neteyam, wrapping his arms around y/n's chest. Lifting her into the air. "Hey easy warrior…remember your sister is smaller" says jake, taking y/n in his hands to put her on the ground. Little y/n didn't care about any of these actions, for her it was all a game.

"Neteyam what's wrong?" asks neytiri, watching as her eldest son runs to her. "Mom…I found a really nice place to play and practice with y/n. She can go with me, right?" asks the boy, excited. Neytiri is silent, giving jake a quick glance. He lifts his shoulders, waiting for his partner's decision. Y/n was 6 years old, and barely out of the hut. But what worried her most was the behavior of some of the clan members. Many accepted the human as part of the clan. But many rejected her presence. "Mom please!!!" the little girl is at her brother's side. Jumping up and down with excitement, while neytiri thought of what to say. "My love…why don't you play here near the hut, where you always play?" speaks neytiri, neteyam pouts.

After several minutes of begging, Neytiri agreed to let the two children go out to play. Neytiri felt as if her heart wanted to go out, she was getting nervous. Watching as both children ran out of the hut, "teyam…take care of your sister!!!" shouts neytiri. Jake walks up to her, sitting behind her. Hugging her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist. "My love… she'll be fine, she's just going to play. It's okay" jake speaks, wrapping his arms around neytiri more. He knew what neytiri was like with y/n. Jake was still surprised… when neytiri brought a human baby to care for him, then wanted to adopt her. And now she cared for y/n more than she cared for herself. He didn't know what y/n had done in neytiri, but it had to be something magical. "Yes…I know she'll be fine, after all neteyam is with her" neytiri tries to calm down.

Meanwhile neteyam and y/n had arrived at the place. It was right next to the village, a nice jungle area. Where there were low trees, perfect for y/n to play with. The grass was soft, and the creatures that went to drink water from the small lake in the middle of the place were very safe. There were even more na-vi children playing in the area. Neteyam took her sister by the hand, but not before taking the oxygen mask and placing it on her younger sister's nose. "Breathe," said Neteyam excitedly. When they were ready, they ran to a branch. Neteyam helped his sister up, running along the wide trunk. They played like this for more than an hour. Practicing jumping, making bows out of the wood they found. Even collecting rare objects to place in their father's hair. Neteyam took great care of y/n, carrying her in places where she could fall. Cleaning her face, and always making sure her oxygen was good.

Both children were very entertained playing, they were watching some giant snails moving on the trunk of the tree. Until they felt that someone was behind them. The giggling of some children caught neteyam's attention. He quickly turned around and got up from the ground. While y/n tried to imitate him. "My mom says you should be with your own kind," said one of the children. Looking at the little girl, who was already feeling intimidated. "Mine says you should have died when your real mom did" says another child, this one was taller. "Hey, what's the matter with you guys? Stop bothering us…GET OUT!!!" shouts neteyam annoyed by the comments. Meanwhile y/n was holding neteyam's hand tightly. She didn't understand why those kids were saying that to her, to Y/N her mother was neytiri. They were the same…or so she thought. Neteyam was arguing with the children, who were much older than neteyam. One of the boys grabbed y/n's arm and lifted her into the air. While another one pushed and held neteyam on the ground.

He had the little y/n in the air, she was crying and screaming. "teyam!!!" she screams as loud as she can. Neteyam helplessly on the ground. The na-vi child had him restrained. "And what's this for?" the annoying bully grabs the oxygen box that y/n used to have around her waist. In a jerk he rips it off, and now he's observing it. "Stop that!!!! That's a big thing…she could die, PLEASE LEAVE HER ALONE!!!" yells neteyam. The little boy was crying in helplessness, as he saw how desperate his little sister is. The boy threw y/n on the ground, the fall was hard. He threw her with much force, then to kick her in the ribs. The little human girl writhed in pain. As she curled into a ball on the ground, while still crying. "Oh, so without this…you won't bother the clan anymore?" says the boy…giving neteyam one last look. When he burst the oxygen machine on the floor. "Nooooo" shouts neteyam, knowing that this was one of the most important tools for y/n.

Note: Y/n can breathe pandora's air, but she needs human air every few moments. That's why she had the oxygen mask.

The device shattered into a thousand pieces, while the other children stepped on what they could. With a few scoffs, the boy holding Neteyam let go. Neteyam ran to his little sister… picking her up in his arm. To hug and comfort her. Neteyam wanted to fight for his sister, but that would make things worse. "I'll tell your mothers," Neteyam says. The little boy was holding his sister in his arms, trying to calm her down. The children scoff at him starting to walk away. "yeah…right" the laughter trails off, as they disappear into the jungle. Neteyam looks down to see his little sister.

Y/n had some scrapes on her shoulders and the blow she had taken to her ribs was already getting swollen and purple. "teyam…it hurts so m-much" y/n cries. Hugging his brother. " Don't worry…come on let's go home, mom and dad will know what to do" says neteyam. He was little too, this was all a bit confusing for him. But he had to be the big brother, carrying his sister carefully.

Neytiri suspected that something had happened, you two had taken so long to return. "neytiri calm…calm" neytiri speaks to herself. But all calmness was gone when she saw her mother enter. Mo'at had a worried look on her face. Neytiri stood up quickly. "What happened?" the woman asks. Mo'at approaches. "Some children hurt y/n and neteyam took her to me," Mo'at says, not wanting to upset her daughter. But she had to tell her the truth. Jake was nearby listening in. He, too, quickly approached the women. "What? Mom!!! Y/N IS SHE OK?" neytiri is hysterical. "Daughter, come…she is crying and calling for both of you" says mo'at she was also a little confused by this situation. Neytiri told jake to stay with lo'ak and kiri, while she saw what had happened.

Neytiri arrives at mo'at's hut. Entering as quickly as she could, she saw norm at y/n's side, he was taking her vitals. Neytiri observed how several parts of her little girl's body were bandaged. And the big bruise on her ribs. What the hell had happened? Her heart wanted to burst. "Mama!" neteyam whimpers, he was right next to his sister. "Mama!!!" y/n cries. Neytiri runs to her daughter. Stroking her hair, giving her a kiss on her forehead. "my baby..what happened?" neytiri starts to examine her daughter's whole body. "The blow to the rib was serious" says norm, he was talking seriously. Neytiri looks at him with concern. Y/n starts coughing, as she always did when she lacked oxygen. Norm approached him, placing the large oxygen mask on him. "What about her oxygen machine?" asks Neytiri.

"mom they broke it!!!" neteyam was so worried, sitting on his mother's lap. "by eywa…what happened?" Tears of fury began to comulate in neytiri's eyes. Whoever had done this was going to suffer the consequences…neytiri had to find out what had happened. After a while, Norm handed her the oxygen machine. Telling her that he was going to make another one for Y/n that would be appropriate for her size. Mo'at told him that it was best for Y/n to get plenty of rest. The blows were very strong. Neytiri held her little daughter to her chest, as her baby cuddled her neck. She was asleep. While neteyam was holding her free hand. "Hey neytiri…you need to figure this out…with that blow to the ribs. Y/n could have died…this is serious" says norm. Before neytiri nods with her face and begins the walk home.

On the way neteyam told her everything, how that children had insulted her sister. How he had beaten her and treated her. Apologizing for not protecting his sister. "Love…this is not your fault. You're little too, and those kids are much bigger than you two. They are wrong for doing this, but don't worry I will take care of it" says neytiri.After quite a long walk, they arrived at the hut. Jake ran up to neytiri when he saw the state of Y/n. "What the hell happened?" jake is shaken. Neytiri explained everything to Jake, the more Neytiri told him the more upset Jake became. Who did they think they are, hurting one of Toruk Makto's sons?

Neytiri carefully placed the girl in her hammock, she was very sleepy. Placing her oxygen mask on her, at a gentle rhythm. Just so she could breathe both airs. Neytiri followed the same routine as every night, but she was very upset. "Mama…y/n will she be alright?" asks lo'ak looking at his sister from afar. Neytiri walks over to her son, stroking his face. Lo'ak and y/n were practically twins, with several months of differences. They were raised at the same time. Lo'ak used to sleep with y/n, and jake had told him he should sleep alone today. "Yes honey… she's fine. She just needs to rest" neytiri carries the child, taking her to kiri's hammock. After putting all the children to rest, neytiri quickly left the hut.

Jake was just outside, at the edge of the hut, which was at the height of a large tree, Jake was cleaning the pots that had been used for the meal when he saw how neytiri stormed out, her gaze was focused on a target. Grabbing her hand to make her stop for a moment. "baby where are you going?" asks jake. Neytiri waved her hand for jake to let go, and continued on her way. Jake stayed there watching neytiri walk away, but several minutes after neytiri disappeared into the brightly lit jungle he decided it was best to chase after her. Verifying that all the children were okay, he climbed down from the tree and followed his partner.

On the other hand, neytiri knew what she was going to do. Where she was going to go. She knew that group of mothers, the mothers of those troubled children. They used to eat together, they used to stay late in the common area of the village. With their hands closed, and their anger at a high level. Neytiri reached the group of women. The na'vi women were finishing their meals, others were laughing about some topic of conversation. Until one of them felt someone grab her head, revealing her neck. Feeling a sharp knife in her throat.

"I think I was very clear…when I said to stay away from my daughter" says neytiri. Her tone of voice was low and threatening. Showing her fangs, and with dilated pupils. The women around stood up for themselves, shouting and asking neytiri to release their friend. "Your son almost took my daughter's life," said neytiri. Listening as the woman in her arms, lets out a mocking laugh. "You're talking about the devil," says the woman, feeling a cut on her arm as neytiri slams her hard to the ground. She hit her head, seeing how neytiri was now on top of her. Fury was all over her entire body. "The only demon here is your damn child" speaks neytiri. Hearing as the woman's partner approaches, the man rushes over. Neytiri stands up, she could take this man. If she had to defend her daughter's honor she would do it, no matter what.

Just as the man approached to attack Neytiri and defend his partner. Jake appears in front of him, with a quick punch to the chest. Leaving him on the ground, right next to his partner. Jake began to growl, pulling out his knife. Positioning himself in front of neytiri, to create a barrier. "If I ever see your son again…or any of your children near my children. I swear I'll rip his head off myself!" shouts Neytiri. Jake is backing her up, ears perked up, fangs out. None of them were brave enough to reveal themselves in front of Toruk Makto and Neytiri. They were great warriors.

The couple and the group of women walk away. With difficulty because of the blow and cut that neytiri had given to the woman. Leaving Jake and Neytiri alone surrounding the bonfire. Jake didn't look away until he saw the group disappear. Turning to see neytiri collapsed on the ground, covering her face with her hands. Tears began to flow, and whimpering shrieks began to sound. Jake kneels down to hug neytiri. "She could have died…and I wasn't there to take care of her. I promised mom I would take care of her…I promised to be her mother and take care of her. And today I almost lost her jake, ma jake today one of our daughters almost died" neytiri looks at jake, she was collapsed. She was in pain and furious.

"I know…I was really scared too," says jake, watching neytiri's eyes widen. That's what she was afraid of…afraid of losing her. It took neytiri so long to accept that she loved a human. It took her so much to give all her love to a creature who needed her. And now that she had promised her that she would always take care of her, these things happen to her little girl. "Ma neytiri… Y/n will have to live with all these comments and situations. But we will always be here to take care of her…like now." Jake laughs a little, trying to cheer his partner up. Neytiri just hugs him tighter. + + The days passed and little Y/N got much better, she still had that bruise on her ribs. And it still hurt, but he was already playing as if nothing happened. Even lo'ak went back to sleep with her sister. Neytiri was barely leaving the hut, she didn't want to meet those women. Much less leave Y/N alone, she would rather stay with her children at home. By coincidence, that morning, while everyone was eating breakfast, "Mom, could we go to the river? I want to go play with lo'ak" says y/n sitting on her father's lap. "mmm I don't think so" says neytiri, shaking her head quickly. "ahhh mama!!!" says lo'ak, whining. They hadn't been out to play for a long time, the only one who had been out was neteyam and that was because he had to go to practice.

Jake gives neytiri's hand a squeeze, laughing a little. The woman takes a calming breath before replying. "It's okay…besides I think you guys need a bath" says neytiri tickling kiri. She was still half asleep. Later, jake takes neteyam with him, while neyitir takes kiri, lo'ak and Y/N to the river. Watching as the children run when they see them approach the water source. Screaming and laughing. They looked so happy. Neytiri settles down on a rock, beginning to settle everything to clean up for her children. She regretted that neteyam was not there today, he smelled bad too. First it was kiri, while lo'ak and Y/N continued playing in the water. Then it was lo'ak's turn and finally Y/N.

"Ok, come here little one" neytiri says as she removes the little one's loincloth, preparing the oils she was going to use. For Y/N everything was different and unique. "Hello ney" says ninat, she had recently given birth. She was a new mother, and she was the only woman in the clan that neytiri trusted. Besides her mother. "Nina!!!!" says Y/N happily, jumping in the water. "Hi baby" ninat comes over to give the little girl a kiss on the hair.

"Hi…how's everything?" asks neytiri starting to clean Y/N, while ninat began to arrange to do the same with her baby. "Everything is perfect…hey I heard what happened" says ninat, seeing how neytiri's face changed. They both looked at the bruise that was still on the little girl's skin, and how she had other scratches on other parts of her body. "I don't want to talk about it…I" neytiri felt ninat place her hand on her shoulder. "Next time…come and look for me. I will always help you take care of your family" ninat says, neytiri smiles a little. She is glad to know that there are people who support her and know that this event and behavior they have had with Y/N is wrong.

After cleaning Y/N, Neytiri put a new loincloth on her and told her that she could go play with her brother and sister. Just as the little girl was on her way among the rocks, she saw the group of children who had once hurt her. They were approaching with their mothers. The women were going to another corner, but immediately noticed the presence of the sullys. Y/N ran as fast as she could to her mother. Burying her head in her mother's chest. The little girl was trembling, and you could hear how she was about to start crying.

Neytiri looked up and saw the women. Giving her a defiant look, noticing how the woman's arm was bandaged. Neytiri looked at her little daughter, taking her head in her hands making her look her in the eyes. "Y/N…they already know their place, as long as I am alive, no one will hurt you…I promise you" Neytiri speaks, hugging her daughter.

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[lamaenthel]

Tivaevae | Chapter Nine: The Needle

Still struggling to emotionally recover from Master Obi-Wan's deception, Ahsoka discovers in the aftermath that twelve-year-old Boba Fett has been locked up among adults in the Republic Judiciary Central Detention Center. After convincing Chancellor Palpatine to grant him a pardon, she manages to secure his release on the condition that she serve as his legal guardian. Now, with the help of Master Plo and the Wolfpack, she vows to help him track down what family he has left.

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Fandom: Star Wars Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Boba Fett, Plo Koon, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Mace Windu, Kanan Jarrus, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious, CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CC-1119 | Appo, Dexter Jettster, FLO | WA-7 (Star Wars), Shaak Ti, ARC Commander Blitz (Star Wars), CT-6922 | Dogma, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), CC-3636 | Wolffe, Clone Trooper Sinker (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Comet (Star Wars), CC-2224 | Cody, CT-5597 | Jesse, CT-4860 | Boost, Aurra Sing, Tobias Beckett, Null-11 | Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata, Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Original Droid Characters (Star Wars), Original Jedi Character(s) (Star Wars) Total Word Count: 123,000 Chapter Word Count: 8,690 Chapter Summary: Boba and Ahsoka come home, Rex and Cody have a discussion about what to do regarding Ahsoka, and Ahsoka discovers a traitor in the barracks.

Boba gave the turbolaser cannons one last, wistful look. "Shame we didn't get to actually use them."

Ahsoka helped hoist Boba's rucksack up onto his shoulders. He hoped the twenty kilos of beskar plates didn't yank him backwards once she let go. "Use what?" she asked.

"The cannons. You should have let me shoot the weather matrix." Boba squeaked once Ahsoka let go of her share of the weight. He adjusted the ruck and rolled his shoulders.

Ahsoka snickered. "I'm pretty sure we're in enough trouble as is for threatening to do it."

"I thought Koon smoothed it over with the Council," Boba said, trying not to wheeze. Beskar was fucking heavy.

"He gave his report to Master Windu." Ahsoka made a face. "I received… several messages about it from my Master. We'll see."

"Have we remembered everything?" Plo asked them as they joined him in the airlock.

Ahsoka shrugged. "I couldn't find the robes that I wore on Geonosis anywhere."

"I have them. I will repair the sleeve for you tonight." Plo lowered the docking ramp. "I must report back to the Temple, and I have some business to attend to first, but I will have it done by morning."

"What kind of business?" Boba asked before he could stop himself.

"Jedi business." Plo patted him on the head.

"If you're too busy I can ask Master Kenobi to fix it. His stitchwork is a lot neater than mine or Anakin's." Ahsoka said it casually and picked at her cuticles.

Boba raised an eyebrow and resisted the urge to remind her that she wasn't talking to the old fart.

"That is an excellent idea." Plo's face crinkled up in a smile. He fished out the bundle of her ruined robes from his satchel and handed them over.

She tucked them into her own bag. "See you in the morning, then?" She hugged Master Plo goodbye.

"Bright and early." Plo squeezed her one last time, then winked at Boba. "Remember, young man, no burning the barracks down."

Boba rolled his eyes. "Whatever." Robert's head stuck out from under his arm and the tooka doll was being strangled in the zipped-up top of his rucksack. "Where is everyone?" he asked, looking around after Plo had reboarded The Babasta.

"Well–" Ahsoka checked her chrono. "It's just after 1900. They'll have all headed out to the bars by now. This place is dead when they've got any sort of shore leave, they like to milk it." She guided him towards the interior. "Let's lock up the beskar'gam in Rex's office, then we can head out and grab some food."

"In your jammies?" Boba asked, eyeing the red linen sleeping robe she wore like a tunic over her gray leggings. With long sleeves and a tie enclosure at the waist, it looked more or less like the same Jedi osik she had started the trip wearing, but thinner and a lot shorter.

"Everything's covered up," she replied. She stuck her tongue out at him.

"You got your own ride?" Boba asked stiffly, readjusting the heavy strap.

"My Master messaged a few minutes ago to say that he'll be here as soon as his strategy meeting is over with." She pushed him forward a little when he tilted backwards on the short ramp leading to the interior. "How's Biscuit Baron sound?"

"Sweet," Boba squeaked. He staggered down the hall and did his best impression of a human that didn't need oxygen. Ahsoka patiently guided him towards Tiarek's office, unlocked the door, and flicked on the lights.

"We'll close it up in the locker," Ahsoka said, helping slide the sack from his shoulders. Boba held his composure for a few more seconds before he let out a long, shuddering breath, dropped his shebs on Tiarek's rack, then gave up the fight and started panting from the exertion.

Ahsoka snickered and secured the locker after entering in the twenty-digit passcode and dropping the bag inside. "Do you think someone will steal them?" Boba panted.

She scrunched her nose up in amusement. "Nobody would steal them, but the odds of someone borrowing them to take a few holopics in is pretty high." She pinged something on her commlink. "Oh, good, Rex is still here. Let's go say hi."

Boba's anxiety returned and hit him like a speederbus. He never should have shown her the holopics, he knew that, but it just… it had felt like the right thing to do, and Dad had taught him to never ignore his gut when it spoke that strongly to him.

"What's the matter?" she asked, frowning.

"Are you going to tell him what I said?" Boba asked, nervously fidgeting with Robert's claws.

"I planned on talking about it with him, yes." Her eyes darted around his head for a few seconds, like she was tracking an insect, then she took a seat next to him. "Why does that make you nervous?" she asked gently.

"Every time I try, he argues with me over it. He was so sure that it never happened that he even had me doubting it." Boba sighed. "I don't know. Maybe you should just leave it alone."

"Is that what you want, or are you afraid of what might happen if I do?" she asked softly.

"Fuck, I don't know. I never should have said anything, I just…" Boba trailed off miserably.

"You just want your brother back," Ahsoka finished for him. "That's why you were so upset about the lockbox going missing, right?"

Boba nodded. "Maybe the holopics will be enough." He doubted it. Tiarek would find some way to rationalize it, or just flat out deny that it was him. If he had the art they made, or the journal that Mama had left behind, maybe he would have at least accepted it instead of flat denying everything. "I just wish it never happened. That there was just some Force osik that could undo it."

"Tell me about it." Ahsoka said wryly. "Unfortunately, that's not how the Force works. I wish it did, trust me. I know what it's like to wish that you could just go back to before the bad thing happened, but you can't. You just have to keep going forward and not look back." She went misty eyed and distant for a few moments, then she bumped his shoulder and smiled. "If it eases your mind, I'm not going to bring it up to Rex just yet. He deserves to know, but I need to meditate about it before I can make the decision on how to approach it with him." Her stomach growled loudly. "And maybe eat a nerfburger or six," she added with a snicker, and he huffed a little laugh in return. "It looks like Rex is in the officer's lounge. You remember where that is, right?"

Boba scooted forward off of the mattress with Robert under his arm and scowled, repeating yourememberwherethatis? in a whiny voice under his breath.

Her face went oddly vacant for a second and she clapped a hand over the back of her neck.

"What?" Boba asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Just a chill," she assured him, then put him in a headlock.

"Oi!" Boba squawked.

"Come on, Bo'ika, race you to the turbo-lift," Ahsoka teased, dragging him out into the hall. "And no throwing elbows this time."

Boba twisted out of her loose grip. "You need a head start?" he asked innocently, eyeing the hallway for obstacles. If he was going to beat her and her long fucking legs, he was going to need an advantage.

"Do you?" Ahsoka taunted back. She backed up to the end of the hallway and crouched down into a starting squat, planting her heel against the wall. "Ready?"

Boba mimicked her, smirking. "On three?"

"One," she began, tilting her rump towards the ceiling.

"Two." Boba grinned fiercely and vibrated with anticipation.

"Three!" They both shoved off the wall and sprinted towards the turbo-lift. A shiny happened to wander out of the first-floor fresher at the exactly the wrong moment… for Ahsoka, at least. Boba hip-checked her towards the trooper and ran for it, cackling like a po'ackster.

"Boba!" Ahsoka shrieked. He heard a kerfuffle and a frantic apology, then he tripped over his own feet as she scampered past him on all fours like a giant orange tooka. He landed hard and slid a few feet, wheezing with laughter.

Ahsoka reached the elevator first and spun on her heels, spread her legs out like a spider, then started skittering back towards Boba.

"Oh, fuck off!" he shrieked, laughing hysterically. He tried to push up to his feet and run but didn't make it before Ahsoka reached him and started tickling him, laughing devilishly.

"N-n-n-n-" Boba gasped, still laughing but not because it was funny. He hated being tickled. Ordo used to pin him down and do it until he would struggle for air or wet himself, whatever happened first. Ahsoka immediately stopped and backed away so he could breathe.

"You good, vod'ika?" she asked, tilting her head.

Boba nodded after a few seconds and caught his breath.

"Come on." Ahsoka grabbed his hands and dragged him on his back to the turbo-lift. She spared a glance for the shiny still at the end of the hall, frozen at their antics. "Welcome to the 501st!" she called to him with a wave, then summoned Robert to her hand and closed the doors with a mad giggle.

Rex leaned back and looked at the black line he'd just poked into Cody's skin with a critical eye.

"You fucked it up, didn't you?" Cody drawled, his voice muffled from being face-down on the sofa.

"I never fuck it up, shabuir." Rex flicked his brother's ear and started the second run on the angular sunburst he was forever adding to on Cody's back. He was going to run out of room soon; he was already out to Cody's shoulders and the vain little baby didn't want him poking his shebs like he would with a proper Mando sal'gam.

"I'm surprised you let the boys out tonight, given that you're shipping out tomorrow."

"We don't leave until midday." Rex dipped his needle into the pot of black ink and adjusted his knees on the ground next to Cody.

"Still."

"If they're still hungover by the time we get to Goran then that's on them." Rex wiped away excess ink and kept poking. He'd come a long way from hiding in Cody's tube at night with steel filaments and ink balls stolen from the practice range, both of them practicing patterns that they'd seen on their Mandalorian trainers on each other until late into the night.

Cody chuckled. "What're you going to do with Boba?"

Rex shrugged. "That's up to Ahsoka. She's his guardian."

"Speaking of which…" Cody glanced at Rex and waited for him to say something, and when he didn't he let out an exasperated sigh. "I don't like sitting on this, vod'ika."

"I believe Skywalker," Rex said firmly. He had to. He couldn't go into battle beside a man he didn't trust, so he had made his decision and would stick with it until it bit him in the shebs and everything went to hell.

"So do I. The di'kut doesn't know his own strength, it doesn't mean that it shouldn't be reported," Cody retorted.

"If Ahsoka wanted it reported then nothing could stop her from shutting up about it, we both know that." Rex wiped more ink away. "I'm going to have a chat with her about it when she gets back and we'll go from there."

"So she can convince you to let Skywalker off the hook?" Cody asked sharply. "Even if it was unquestionably an accident, that doesn't mean it should be swept under the rug and you know it."

"I'm not going to throw my general to the shabla akul because his hand malfunctioned!" Rex exclaimed. "Since the kid is the one who this affects, the kid is who decides what happens next, 'lek? You already gave your word."

"Ugh." Cody buried his glaring face in his folded elbow. "Shabla dalgaan."

"Ni cuy shabla dalgaan?" Rex raised an eyebrow and pointed to his chest, offended. "Ni salgorani gar shabla shebs bal ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ke'haa'tayli at troan'tay, ori'vod."

"Gar ne'salgorani ner shebs, vod'ika, bal meh bev tigaanur ner shebs ni ven'shuku gar cere."

Rex rolled his eyes and continued poking. "Then you'd have to get Bly to do this," he reminded his brother. "And after what you did to his cheeks, I don't think it'll look half as nice as how I do it."

"I gave him what he wanted," Cody said into his elbow.

"I can't believe you did that to your own batchmate." Rex wiped his line and gathered more ink.

"I gave him exactly what he asked for, bev'kovid!" Cody exclaimed, offended.

"As his vod it was your job to talk him out of two giant shabla golden tickets on his cheeks, Codes!" Rex said loudly. "Jesse wanted his cog dead center and I ignored him and did it on the side so he didn't look like a di'kut."

"Ke'pirimpir gaht tay'briik," Cody scoffed.

"Nayc gar." Rex poked his brother's ass cheek with the dull end of the needle and snickered evilly as he jumped and yelped, looking at his shebs with paranoid eyes.

"Little shit," Cody sniffed and laid back down. "You want me to do yours after this?"

"Might as well while we've got the time." Rex finished off the last diamond, completing the diamond-dash dadita spelling of Ponds along the underside of a sun ray. "Ni suc'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc," he said quietly, wiping away the last of the ink.

"Ni partayli, gar darasuum," Cody finished. "Ponds."

"Ponds." Rex lifted his beer from the floor and took a sip. "Now," he said, carefully placing the bottle on the floor where he wouldn't knock it over, "I can squeeze either Waxer or Apex in before I get to the edge, or you can man up and let me start a new one on your–"

"Stop!" Cody whined, smacking the hand with the needle in it away from his shebs.

"Stubborn chakaar," Rex snickered under his breath.

There was a gasp from the doorway. "Language, Captain!" Ahsoka said, pressing a dramatic hand to her heart. She was dressed in her short red sleeping robe instead of her normal Jedi robes and had Boba right behind her, his oversized rancor plushie tucked tight under one arm.

Rex put his needle down with a grin and opened his arms. Boba crossed the room in two strides and wrapped his arms around Rex's neck. "Su cuy'gar," he murmured in Boba's ear, and got to his feet still holding him. "Well done, Boba. Very well done."

Boba's cheek warmed up where it pressed against his own. "Your vod'ika is insane," he mumbled back.

"I could have told you that," Rex chuckled, meeting Ahsoka's big blue eyes. "Should have warned you about it, actually."

"Rude," Ahsoka said with a smile. She leaned down to touch foreheads with Cody. "Are we good, vod?" she asked him quietly.

Cody's face softened. "Of course we are, Os'ika," he reassured her, using her to pull himself to his seat.

Rex threw him a questioning look over Boba's head, and Cody meaningfully looked at her arm.

"Alright, enough of this mushy shit," Boba mumbled, pushing away to look at Cody. "Let me see your sal'gam."

Cody snickered and released Ahsoka, who immediately walked into Rex's arms for her own hug.

"Hi, vod'ika," Rex said fondly.

"Ori'vod," Ahsoka said back, purring happily.

"Heard you ran into some trouble on Geonosis," Rex said. He rubbed the root of her rear lek and made her purr rev up like a luxury speeder engine.

"Yeah, we–" she went stiff in his arms and leaned back, her eyes narrow and suspicious. A muscle in her jaw twitched.

Rex raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"

"There's something on your face," she mumbled after a few seconds of consternated silence. Her lek thumped with an irritated thwack! against her back, stripes so dark that they looked nearly black even in fluorescent lighting.

Rex swiped at his cheek, confused. "Should I go wash?" he asked, bewildered. Had he rubbed against something in the market that she didn't like? Was it that tooka that had tried to come home with him and Skywalker, or maybe some of that soup was–

Ahsoka yanked his head down and buried her nose in the meat of his cheek. She snuffled him like a hound trying to catch a scent then growled, sounding eerily like Grizzer when someone got too close to his slop bowl, with a primal undertone that sent his hair standing straight up.

"Littl'un?" Rex asked faintly. Behind her, Boba and Cody exchanged confused looks.

"Come here," Ahsoka said darkly, then started furiously rubbing her soft lek against his cheek.

"Easy kid, easy," he chuckled, holding her back a little so she didn't knock him over.

"Hold still," she snapped, still bunting her head all over him and purring like a territorial tooka.

Rex barely restrained himself from giggling when she migrated to a ticklish spot on his neck. "What's got you in a mood?"

Ahsoka growled instead of answering and moved onto his right cheek.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." He gently pushed her away from his head after a few more seconds of rubbing. She crossed her arms and pouted. "Hey," he said, chuffing her under her chin. "We need to have a talk, you and I."

Her eyes shot up and lost their attitude. "About what?" she asked warily.

Rex reached out and gently squeezed her left bicep, watching her closely for a reaction.

"Oh." She took a deep, huffy breath and turned accusing eyes on Cody.

Cody met them unapologetically and finished his beer without blinking.

"Step out with me." Rex pulled her gently towards the door and closed it for the illusion of privacy, knowing full well that Boba and Cody were already pressed up against the vent.

"Listen, I don't know what Cody told you–" she began.

"He told me something different than what the General said,'' Rex cut her off, fixing her with his best stern ori'vod look. "I'll give you a chance to tell me your side of all of this, then we'll go from there."

Ahsoka's lips thinned. "I could just order you to drop it, you know," she grumbled, crossing her arms.

"Don't you dare." Rex mirrored her.

She heaved a deep sigh. "It was an accident. His mech–" she shivered and clapped her hand over the back of her neck, looking around with a frown.

Rex narrowed his eyes. "Don't try to get out of answering with some made-up Force nonsense right now, vod'ika."

"I'm not," she replied, annoyed. Her rear lek thumped again. "I sensed something for the first time in your office. I just felt it again. It's like I'm being watched."

Rex frowned. "Klem, come in," he said into his commlink.

"Yes, Captain?" the gate guard replied immediately.

"Anyone come into the barracks tonight that wasn't a clone?"

"Just Commander Tano and the runt, Sir. General Koon was here for a few moments but left right away."

Ahsoka rubbed her arms like she was cold. "Something's not right," she said, looking at the door to the officer's lounge worriedly.

"Don't let anyone in or out other than troopers," Rex ordered Klem, then closed the channel. His eyes locked onto a trooper at the end of the hall. "Private!" he barked.

The trooper stopped short and stood at attention. Rex jerked his head for him to approach.

"Have you seen anyone enter the barracks in the last few hours that wasn't a clone?" Rex asked once the shiny was close.

"No, Sir!" The trooper clicked his heels together.

Rex nodded. "Keep an eye on the entr–"

"What's your name, Private?" Ahsoka interrupted.

"Falin, Ma'am," he immediately responded.

Ahsoka's hand shot up to her neck again. "Bucket off, Falin," she ordered.

Falin's visor turned to Rex, who narrowed his eyes; didn't he know who he was talking to? "As Commander Tano ordered, Private Falin," Rex reiterated, crossing his arms.

"Yes, Sir." The clone reached up to his helmet with his left hand, slowly, then his right darted to his holster and drew in Ahsoka's direction. Rex immediately shoved her to the side and took the bolt directly to his unarmed chest–

Ahsoka caught Rex before he hit the ground, instantly out cold from the blue stunner bolt. She gently lowered him and kept his head from hitting the tile. "Cody, k'akaan'jori!" she bellowed, taking off in a sprint. The shiny was already at the end of the hall, halfway through the emergency staircase door.

Ahsoka felt her brain slow down and speed up at the same time, blocking out any stimulus other than her prey. She locked on to his naturally red aura like a beacon, tracking him through the floors with a hunter's focus, even as he got out of what her normal range of Empathy allowed. Following a tingle down her spine, she ripped off a vent cover with the Force and slid into the ventilation shaft beside the turbo-lift, taking a more direct route to the ground floor. She hit the ground hard on her heels and bounced forward, straight through the closet door and in front of him.

She didn't bother ordering him to stop, she spun in a high rear kick and clotheslined him with her leg. The way his helmet popped off and the squeak of surprise he let out would have been comical if the shabuir hadn't just shot Rex.

The surge of hormonal rage she was fighting off after smelling an unknown Togruta female's scent mark on Rex's cheek didn't help her mood either.

She kicked the clone's blaster away – and he was a clone, though the lines around his eyes said he hadn't been shiny for a while – and put him in a headlock, seething and spitting with anger. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she snarled, squeezing his neck just hard enough to not break it. "What do you want? Why are you here?"

The clone, quickly turning purple, shot a jet of fire from his wrist. She let go just in time to duck and felt the flames heat the air above her montrals. She rolled and shot her leg out as she regained her feet, going for a sweep that he barely jumped over.

Ahsoka looked up just in time to catch the clone's returning punch and turn it away, bringing her long leg up in a wheel kick with the same motion. It connected and he went stumbling forward. She used the Force to shove him onto his face, but almost as if he had anticipated it he used the momentum to roll and pop back up to his feet. He shot a length of whipcord at her to bind her arms to her sides and ran for it.

"Zisiyeni," she snarled. She awkwardly pulled her sabers into her hands and cut the whipcord, but by the time she'd freed herself he had already made it to the line of speederbikes near the entrance of the hangar. "Oh no you don't," she growled. She pulled on the Force and leapt. The clone gunned the thrusters and she landed in the exact spot he had been in only moments before. She kicked the neighboring speederbike to life and jetted out of the hangar after him into the nighttime traffic.

The clone shot south through three lanes of traffic and down a half-dozen levels. Her speederbike whined as Ahsoka strained the repulsors. As she brought it up to level, the clone's bike in front of her made a small sparking pop and shuddered.

Ahsoka realized that in their rush, they'd both hopped onto the bikes in the maintenance lineup. Her repulsors were solid, just noisier than a nest full of narchlings, but it appeared by the lavender smoke and constant popping that the clone was riding a speederbike with a tibanna leak. He was going down quickly, and she wasn't going to let him get away into the undercity if she could help it, not after shooting her kriffing Rex.

The clone's bike sputtered three more times and then he started slowly dropping, and even over her whining repulsors Ahsoka could hear him cursing up a streak that would make Boba blush. She sped up with renewed fire in her blood. A first-gen clone disguised as a shiny in her barracks armed with Mandalorian gadgets like a flamethrower and whipcord? She had an idea of who was slowly crashing down in front of her, or what at least. Her brain was putting the pieces together rapidly even as she wove in and out of rush-hour traffic, collecting honks like they were Monomoko badges, too used to having to rapidly plot out a plan of attack while under fire to not multitask.

She'd wager every stupid, overpriced couch that Padmé had ever bought that there was a Null on that speederbike.

Another tingle on the back of her neck told her to draw her saber just in time to deflect a concussion round from a far-off rooftop. She batted it away but the vibration of the bolt blasted her saber clean out of her hand and sent it flying into the undercity below.

"Oh, you are dead!" she snarled, straining the thrusters to get ahead of the clone. She jackknifed and drew her shoto at the same time, slicing downward as he sped below her speederbike. She disabled his rear repulsors completely with the blow. He dropped like a rock and skidded to a sparking stop on top of a Quarren buffet. Ahsoka dove, then turned to get ahead of him. She spun to face him and ducked immediately to avoid a grapple to the face. It hit the seat behind her and the clone came flying along the rope feet first, hitting her in the chest and knocking out both her wind and her shebs from her seat right as they both cleared the edge of the roof.

Ahsoka fell, and fell, and she watched the clone's aura go staticky-gray with fear-dismay-regret as she went. She gasped for air that her spasming diaphragm couldn't pull in, and when she clipped a speeder three lanes down with her foot she was sent into a disorienting spin. She tried not to panic, but the inability to breathe while spinning and falling at terminal velocity robbed her of the ability to center herself. Honking speeders swerved around her falling body and she still couldn't stop spinning or even breathe and she was falling faster and faster and she was going to–

A warm, familiar presence covered her skin like a tingling blanket and calmed her panic. The Force cradled her, slowed her flailing spin, then flipped her over so she could see where she was going. Newly-centered, she focused on the turquoise and white speeder below her and carefully aimed for the passenger seat. She grabbed Anakin's outstretched hand and let him yank her to safety.

"Hello, Snips," he said pleasantly. He held up the saber that had been blasted out of her hand with a bemused look.

"Hi, Skyguy," Ahsoka panted. She took her saber back, a little embarrassed. "You're late."

"Yeah, well, you know–"

"Couldn't find a speeder you liked?" she couldn't help but joke.

"Actually, I was getting you Quasar." He shook a plastic cup full of creamy pink tea with orange balls at the bottom. "Hibiscus with triple cream and meiloorun boba. You're welcome."

Ahsoka snickered and took a sip. "You're the best, Master."

"I know." Anakin swerved below a blinking speederbus and sped under the line of traffic stopped at the light. "So who are we chasing?"

"A clone. He identified himself as Falin, but I doubt that's his real name. He was creeping around the barracks disguised as a shiny." A wave of anger rose up hot and bitter in Ahsoka's chest. "He shot Rex when I told him to take his bucket off."

"He shot Rex?" Anakin's aura flared white with staticky fear.

"Stunner bolt. He's okay."

Anakin sighed with blue relief. "You think this clone was after Boba?" he asked, narrowly avoiding rear-ending a police droid.

The clone got off on the exit to Coco Town. Ahsoka cursed under her breath. "I'm not sure, but I can't think of any other reason he'd be there."

Anakin reached over her and fastened her seatbelt without taking his eyes off of traffic, then did a barrel roll through four levels of packed speeders and shot down the center of a descension tunnel. "Uh, Master?" Ahsoka asked, confused. "Isn't this the opposite direction? He's going to get away!"

Anakin rolled his eyes. "Watch and learn, Padawan," he said, somehow managing to sound exasperated and smug at the same time, then leveled out and reversed into a maintenance tunnel. Without any traffic to worry about, he gunned the thrusters and throttled up until the needle topped out at 200/kmh while still in reverse. He picked up his own drink – something iced that smelled like chocolate and kokanini – and slurped it loudly.

Ahsoka chewed her boba and took a moment to subtly examine him while she had a chance; though his aura had lightened to a vivid orange with excitement-anticipation, there was a yellow-violet line of guilt-shame like a bruise along the edge. He was still affected by what he'd done to her. His eyes shone and his energy was manic, borderline feral. He was practically vibrating like a pent-up racing fathier and it didn't have anything to do with the caf; she felt his desire to protect her, to redeem himself, to prove that she could trust him again echoing across their bond.

Anakin finished his drink, tossed it over the edge, shot his arm out over her chest to stop her from bruising herself on her seatbelt, then braked hard. He shot up forty levels in five seconds and practically broke the sound barrier leaving the ascension tunnel, then flew back into traffic behind the clone close enough for her to see the blue relief battle it out with the red anger and chartreuse annoyance in his aura.

The clone was… grateful that he hadn't killed her? Ahsoka was surprised, to say the least.

"You ready?" Anakin asked loudly. He was gaining on the clone quickly now that he wasn't hobbled by the civilian traffic of the main drag. A speederbike with lame repulsors was no match for an engine rebuilt by a podracing gearhead whose only real hobby was making things go way faster than they needed to.

Ahsoka undid her seatbelt, crouched on the seat, and readied her saber with a nod.

"I'll be right behind you!" Anakin yelled. He slid underneath the speederbike and popped up a few inches in front of it. Ahsoka immediately leapt for the clone with her saber ignited and jammed it into the repulsors before he could so much as say papurgaat. The speederbike started sputtering and jerking, and the clone struggled to keep his stolen speederbike from going into a tailspin. Ahsoka did a backflip off the seat, pushing off extra hard to lessen his control.

The bike came to a spinning crash into an alley two blocks west of where she landed. She sprinted towards the smoke with a curse, hoping that Anakin had blocked off whatever exit he could. A dizzying sense of deja-vu hit her like a cold winter wind off the mountains when she turned the corner, and after she slid into the alley–

No. No.

It was the alley that Obi-Wan had pretended to die in. The crates were still toppled over, the pavement still dark where his blood had pooled. That was where she had held him after he crashed through the crates like a meteor. She'd gently turned him over, carefully minding his neck and back in case he had damaged his spinal cord, Obi-Wan's eyes are shut tight like he had been bracing himself for the fall. His beautiful, glacial-blue aura like the sky above the mountains is gone. His heart is silent, his chest doesn't move, her leggings are sticky and warm with blood. "Please," she whispers. "P-please Bobi, open your eyes, open your… no, no, no, please no, Bobi please–" People approach and whisper amongst themselves. Someone approaches her from the side and quickly retreats when she bares her fangs at them. Frantic footsteps echo through the alley, Anakin comes skidding to a halt seconds later. "How is he?" he asks, his aura blinding white with sheer panic. She looks up at him, unable to say it out loud and make it true, barely able to see Anakin's face through her tears.

The Force screamed a warning through her fugue just in time for her to dodge the clone's swing. She cartwheeled to the side and dodged his leg sweep, then jumped at him with a flying roundhouse kick. He ducked underneath it and shoved her away from him.

She grabbed for her sabers and found only air at her sides. The clone smirked at her and held up the belt he'd managed to rip off, then chucked it into the dumpster behind him.

Shabuir. Ahsoka dropped down into a Fáng Shìlóng stance, turning her toes out and straightening her back before bringing her hands up. The clone smirked at her and sank into Echani.

Ahsoka eyed the remaining blaster at his waist and briefly wondered why he wasn't using it before blocking his first strike; a hard, straight-armed punch to the face that would have broken her nose had it connected. Ducking the next three strikes that whistled in the air around her montrals, she eased out of Fáng Shìlóng and switched to match his Echani. She elbowed the clone in the gut, dropped, then turned on her knees to try and throw him over her shoulder the same way she did Blitz, but instead of letting her get an arm around his neck he rolled into the toss and then threw her forward with his considerable strength. She crashed into the crates and rolled to a stop face-first on the dark stain.

Please Bobi, open your eyes…

The scent of Obi-Wan's blood had her brain in the same spinning, panicked state that it was that night. The clone kicked her in the stomach with his plastoid boot and sent her rolling to the side in a tumbled heap. He straddled her waist, pinning her with his heavy weight, then raised a fist. With no other recourse, she protected her face with her arms and turned to the one move she wasn't allowed to use during sparring; she slammed a knee up between his legs as hard as she could and scrambled the gett'se behind his codpiece. His aura flashed neon orange with shock-anger and he rolled off of her, swearing a blue streak of Mando'a under his breath.

Ahsoka struggled to her feet and hopped backwards a bit, dragging the knee that was still tingling from smacking into plastoid. "Enough!" she snarled, holding her hands up to summon her sabers.

The clone panted and shook his head, his face sweaty and bright red from exertion and pain, and struck at her chest with his elbow before her weapons reached her. She caught his elbow with her palms and pushed outwards, following with a high kick that missed his chin by a hairsbreadth. He feinted forward, her punch went wide, and he pinned her arms at her sides in a wampa hug.

"Get off of me!" she snarled. She headbutted him, used the wall to walk up and over his head to break the hold, then kneed him hard in the spine. The blow sent him stumbling forward, only for him to turn and kick her in the chest and propel her towards the opposite wall.

She smashed into it hard and saw stars, the fatty padding of her rear lek the only thing saving her skull from being cracked open. He took advantage of her daze by dragging her to the ground and pinning her again. He brought a fist up to finish her off and went still; his eyes bugged out of his head and he clawed at his throat. He rose up in the air with lips quickly going blue and was dragged off of her like he had an invisible noose around his neck, plastoid boots scraping helplessly at the concrete.

Anakin stood at the opposite end of the alley with an outstretched hand, his aura a tornado of ivory terror spinning with ribbons of crimson fury and teal protection, all surrounded by a hungry, creeping darkness that Ahsoka recognized all too well. He dragged the clone towards him by the throat and watched him struggle for air with dark, wild eyes.

Ahsoka scrambled to her feet and stumbled towards Anakin. "Master," she called, then screwed her eyes shut as the alley tilted around her. Her head felt like someone had taken a hydrospanner to the back of it. "Master, we… we need him alive." She projected weak green calm and the smell of rain on the desert wind as best as she could manage with her head spinning, praying it would be enough to blow away the terrifying, sticky darkness that she had worked so hard to glean away from him before.

Anakin didn't answer her, too lost in his rage. He recognized the alley, too. It was distracting him like it had her, making it too hard to focus on control. He was panicking from what he'd seen, a clone twice her size pinning her to the ground, about to knock her lights out. His hand tightened and the clone's aura went glowing white with fear-pain.

"Anakin!" Ahsoka yelled, but it was no good; he was too far gone, his aura spinning too violently to accept the pitiful calm she projected at him. She braced herself against the wall and took a deep breath, trying to center herself as best she could before she gleaned it off and brought her Master back to his right mind.

I am one with the Force, and the Force is with me. Ahsoka let her aura flow outwards and folded it around Anakin's, drenching him with peace like a spring thunderstorm. The shadow slipped and slid unnaturally around the edges of their joined aura, hungrily sniffing the fresh blood coming from wounds in the heart newly reopened. His grief-rage-guilt hit her with the force of a crashing starfighter, almost throwing her to the ground with its intensity. She box breathed and controlled the spin of the storm around them.

There is no emotion, there is peace. Ahsoka reached out to the darkness and wrapped it around her fists like spiderwebs, tearing the black away from where it choked Anakin's bright red. She had gleaned it away before, she could do it again. She opened herself up to the Cosmic Force, listened to it roar in her montrals like river rapids before going suddenly silent, and let it scour away the darkness surrounding them both.

"Easy, Skyguy," she whispered. "Let him go. You did it. You saved me. You can let him go now."

Something clicked in him, lightened just like it had the night he had broken her arm; it sent the hungry shadow fleeing and lucidity returned to Anakin's eyes. He immediately let the clone fall to the ground and stumbled backwards, wallowing in pale yellow shock-distress at what he'd almost done.

She detangled their auras gently and slid down the wall, as exhausted as if she'd just done a twelve-mile ruck in a blizzard.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin ran to her side and skidded to a stop, dropping to the ground in front of her. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? How bad–"

"I'm okay." Ahsoka pulled herself together and gave him a wan smile before eyeing the limp body of the clone. He was still alive, thankfully. Anakin hadn't… he hadn't.

Anakin nodded and swallowed hard, looking sick. "Let's get going." He slung her arm around his neck and helped her walk back to his speeder, dragging the clone's unconscious body behind them with the Force.

The clone had no tattoos or unique scars, no holotags, not even an identification chip in his wrist. Rex had been conscious for a whole five minutes by the time they returned to the barracks but he wasted no time in helping Cody and Anakin tie him up in a chair in the officer's lounge.

Poor Boba was shaking like an aktipan that lived in a rich woman's purse, his aura trembling and pale violet with shock-guilt. Ahsoka held him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly and willing her headache to go away.

"I'm sorry," he said for the fiftieth time. "I should have helped. I–"

"You stayed safe. That's all I care about." Ahsoka pressed her forehead against his.

"We have any stims in here?" Anakin barked, throwing open the cabinets of the kitchenette like he expected them to be stored next to the caf concentrate and ration bars. His aura was a tightly-controlled ball of deep red anger-frustration and a little yellow embarrassment, and his mech hand kept clenching with the desire to hit something.

Rex shook his head. "Should be a pack of 'em in my office, Sir." He made for the door. "I'll–"

"I'll get them," Ahsoka offered. Rex still looked a bit unsteady; she'd been stunned enough times during dance practice to know exactly how fuzzy his head was. "Where are they?"

"The top shelf of my locker." Rex nodded at her gratefully.

Ahsoka kissed Boba's cheek. "Stay here, vod'ika," she murmured into his ear before standing.

Rex and Cody both froze and turned to her with staticky-white shock rippling around them.

"You're not actually surprised, right?" she asked them wryly over her shoulder, leaving before they had a chance to respond.

The barracks were still almost empty of troopers and nobody stopped her on the way to Rex's office. She unlocked the door, stepped inside, and stopped dead.

The locker was open. The rucksack, the beskar'gam, even the tooka doll was gone.

She didn't need to call Inspector Divo to help her solve this mystery. There was only one person who could have taken it; or rather, there was only one person who would have ordered it taken.

Kal shabuirla Skirata.

Ahsoka snatched the box of stims and marched to the stairwell, her brain working faster than her feet. Obviously the clone had led her away from the barracks so the armor would be easy pickings. The only thing she wanted to know, though, was which one of Skirata's little angels of death was currently tied up in the officer's lounge, and how badly Skirata wanted him back. Had he intended to be caught, or was he just trying to keep her as far away from the barracks for as long as possible?

She was still glad she had stopped Anakin from killing him if for no other reason than that they now had leverage to get the beskar'gam back. She slid the door to the lounge open with the Force, removed a stim from the box, and jammed it into the clone's neck without a word. A chorus of protesting shouts sprang out from the men in the room.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin yanked her away from the clone with a bolt of teal concern. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Waking him up." She tossed the box on the table. She was spitting mad, nearly vibrating with it, her lek smacking against her back like a drum. She pushed Anakin's arm down and slapped the clone's cheek. "Hey. Eyes open, shabuir."

"Ahsoka!" Rex exclaimed, shoving himself between her and the tied-up man.

The clone's eyes opened into slits and he worked his jaw. Cody, still shirtless with a large, clear burn bandage over his new ink immediately drew on the clone and held steady, ready to stun him.

"What's going on?" Anakin asked harshly. "You were fine a minute ago, what happened to make you so angry?"

"Where is it?" she spat at the clone. She shoved past Rex and slapped him again, leaving a pink handprint on his cheek. "Where the hell is it?"

Rex yanked her back and held her in a wampa hug.

"Ow," the clone said mildly. His red aura sharpened and hardened into a box around him, keeping any emotions he had guarded and hidden.

"It's gone," Ahsoka snapped, trying and failing to push past Rex. "Someone took Boba's beskar'gam while this sleemo was leading us on a snipe hunt around Coruscant, and he's going to tell us what happened or I'm going to gut him like a Rokarian dirt-fish!"

"What?" Boba was crouched on the couch with Robert under one arm, puppy-eyed and rolling with violet grief-shock that quickly blushed into red anger. "He… he…" Boba got to his feet, trembling with all of the emotions rioting across his aura, and threw Robert behind him. "Tion'vaii ner beskar'gam, gar ne'tom'osik?" he demanded, eyes shining and fists clenched at his sides.

The clone slowly dragged his eyes over to Boba. "Jate, Bob'ika," he drawled. "Ner gett'se shi'jii dayngaanir?"

Boba's face and aura went white and he took a step back. "Ordo?" he whispered, horrified.

Everyone turned to look at the tied up clone. "I should've known," Rex said grimly, backing up with Ahsoka in his arms. His aura was fogged with bright turquoise protection-wariness. "What's going on, Ordo?"

A muscle worked in Anakin's jaw. "Ordo's the captain of the commando squad you told me about on the way here?" he asked Ahsoka quietly, to which she nodded.

"You were a decoy?" Cody asked, frowning severely. His aura went chartreuse with annoyance. "Seems beneath you, Captain."

Ordo rolled his shoulders. "I follow orders, Cody, you know that." He frowned. "Where's your shirt?"

"And did your orders include kicking my Padawan off a rooftop?" Anakin asked, soft and dangerous. He walked forward with a straight back, drawing up to his full height. "Beating her face in?"

"You led us to that alley on purpose, didn't you?" Ahsoka snapped, trying to get out of Rex's very firm hold again.

"I figured I'd need the advantage," Ordo shrugged. "Take it as a compliment. Sorry about the roof, though. That was bad timing on my part."

"Ke'epa osik," Ahsoka said contemptuously.

"Enough, vod'ika." Rex physically turned her towards the couch, where Boba sat frozen and silent like a newborn kybuck in the grass, and gave her a little push.

She swallowed her rage, sat next to Boba, and tucked him under her arm. "It's okay," she murmured into his ear, sending little green bubbles of calm to his aura. "Ni ven'kyramu ad kebbur. I'll rip his throat out if he tries anything."

Ordo raised an eyebrow. "Why would I hurt him?" he asked, sounding genuinely puzzled.

"Why'd you hurt him any other time?" Ahsoka snapped, a growl coloring her tone.

"Because he was being a brat?" Ordo's eyes flicked between her and Boba. "Boba's always been a spoiled kih'osik. Someone needed to keep his head from getting too big."

"Fuck off!" Ahsoka and Boba snapped in unison.

Anakin tilted his head at Ordo. The air around him felt charged, staticky, like lightning about to strike. "I would like to know why you thought you could put hands on my Padawan and walk away with them still attached," he said quietly.

Ordo met his eyes, wary, but more curious than afraid. "She got me good a few times. You should be proud."

"Oh I am. I am very, very proud of her." Anakin said silkily, leaning down. "So answer my question."

Ahsoka's commlink started flashing with an incoming holocall. She looked at Anakin, who nodded at her before she accepted it. A hologram of a plain man in his fifties wearing gold-painted Mandalorian armor popped up on her wrist.

"Ahsoka Tano." The hologram nodded. "Kal Skirata. Pleased to meet you."

"The pleasure's all yours, I assure you," Ahsoka snapped. "Where is Boba's beskar'gam? What game are you playing?"

Skirata chuckled. "It's safe. I presume my boy is as well?"

"He won't be if I don't get a very good reason for your attack on my Padawan and Captain tonight," Anakin snapped, striding forward to get into visual range.

"General Skywalker. Your reputation precedes you." Kal crossed his arms. "I'd rather have this chat in person. Why don't you all come down to the fairgrounds? It's Weequay Independence Week, the place is hopping tonight."

Ahsoka translated it: Lots of civilians, neutral zone. "When?" she asked harshly.

"As soon as you can. Bring my boy, and yours. He's a good shot, I bet he can win you a stuffed bantha while we talk."

Ahsoka looked at Anakin again, who pursed his lips and nodded. "If you try anything funny, you'll regret it," he promised.

"No funny business, I swear." Kal laughed again. "See you soon, ad'ika." He closed the channel before Ahsoka could.

Rex immediately started dialing a frequency on his own commlink. "Jesse, how drunk are you right now?" he asked over the loud music.

"Just getting started, Cap– hey, di'kutla, watch where you're going–"

"Grab everyone who's still walking in a straight line and get down to the fairgrounds." Rex paused, then quirked the corner of his mouth. "Someone tried to kill Ahsoka tonight. I–"

"WHAT?!" Jesse shrieked. "Kix! Where the hell is Tup, go grab him and Fi– I don't care if she's here, we need to go, now! Rex, we're leaving. Tell us where to meet you."

"One way to motivate him," Anakin said, biting down his laughter as Rex gave Jesse directions.

"Clearly." Ahsoka rubbed the bridge of her nose. She was still resisting the urge to smack Ordo, who looked far too blase about the situation for her liking. Gleaning took a toll on her. She'd have what she could only describe as an emotional hangover for at least a day. She took Anakin's mech hand and squeezed it.

It was worth it.

"You're sure about this?" Anakin asked her quietly.

She nodded and pulled Boba close to her with her other arm. "Absolutely." She gently rubbed her lek over the top of Boba's head. "We're going to get it back if I have to ransom Ordo back one limb at a time," she murmured.

Ordo raised an eyebrow. "I'd prefer you didn't," he said.

"Not up to you." Ahsoka met Cody's eyes. He raised his blaster with a smirk.

Notes:

MANDOA TRANSLATIONS Sal'gam*: tattoo (lit color+skin) Atawai'la*: kindness Shabla dalgaan: fucking bitch Ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ni salgorani gar shabla ass bal ni cuy shabla dalgaan? Ke'haa'tayli at troan'tay, vod: I'm a fucking bitch? I'm tattooing your fucking ass and I'm a fucking bitch? Go look in the mirror, bro Gar ne'salgorani ner shebs, vod'ika, bal meh bev tigaanur ner shebs ni ven'shuku gar cere: You're not tattooing my ass, little brother, and if that needle touches my ass I will break your fingers Ke'pirimpir gaht tay'briik: Go piss up a rope Nayc gar: No you Os'ika: Little shit (affectionate), a pun on Ahsoka's normal diminutive of Ahs'ika Ka'akaan'jori: Sound the alarm! Papurgaat: lit. 'fruit,' in this context it's like "before he could say diddly" Shabla bev'kovid: Fucking dickhead Tion'vaii ner beskar'gam, gar ne'tom'osik?: Where is my armor, you piece of shit? Ner gett'se shi'jii dayngaanir: Your balls finally drop? Ke'epa osik: Eat shit Kih'osik: Little shit (not affectionate) TOYDARIAN TRANSLATIONS Zisiyeni: Damn it OTHER NOTES Gleaning: Empathically sharing another person's emotions and releasing them to the Force Po'ackster: A hyena-like creature native to Jedha, known for its wide grin and hysterical laughter-like bark Aktipan: that wee little elephant creature from the Fifth Element. I've been obsessed with him for 20 years you're goddamn right he's crossing over to the SW verse

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#star wars #star wars fanfic #tivaevae #lamaenthel #ahsoka tano #boba fett #captain rex #plo koon #commander wolffe #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #tcw #clone troopers #starwarsficnetwork #star wars tcw #mandalorian #jedi #my writing #dngg

[glitchy7734]

-Kyle Broflovski Head Canons-

Favourite time of year

Kyle's favourite time of the year would be summer. Despite it always being snowy, he really enjoys the feeling of the sun being out more often. During this time, it's also summer vacation, which means Kyle can spend more time with his friends.

2. Does he read? What's his favourite book?

Kyle mostly reads comic books, sometimes challenging Stan with how many volumes he can read. But, sometimes, if something seems interesting enough to him, he'll partake in the odd romance novel. 'The Fault in Our Stars' and 'Girl in Pieces' broke him. So, in all, Kyle is a hopeless romantic when it comes to romance books - he wants to experience all aspects of love.

3. Favourite way to waste time

Kyle's favourite way to waste time would be studying. If he isn't hanging out with his friends or family or isn't doing something he enjoys, he'll study his ass off.

6. Favourite type of music

Kyle's main kind of music he listens to, which he rarely does, is more alternative/indie. One of his favourite bands is The Cure. But when he's studying, he'll play Mitski or Lana Del Ray in the background to help try and romanticise studying.

5. Hobbies

Kyle's hobbies are reading and playing basketball. He's pretty tall so it makes basketball easier. It was also something he found fun as a kid, so he decided to try and give it a go again.

6. Happiest Memory

When he found out Cartman had AIDs. Even if Cartman ended up giving it to him, he can't deny the pure happiness he felt when Cartman had finally received some karma.

7. Most embarrassing moment

There's been a few. He couldn't say 'most embarrassing' but one that was embarrassing was when Stan read a poem about his ass to the class.

8. A best friend moment

Kyle's best friend moment was one memory of him and Stan calling each other 'Super Best Friends'.

9. Blemishes or scars

Kyle has barely visible scars on each cheek, coming from mouth about a centimetre long. Has a kidney transplant scar on his right side. He also has multiple faded scars on his collarbones, elbows and knees - from a memory he'd rather bury and never mention again :)

10. Biggest fear

Kyle's biggest fear is disappointing people close to him. Maybe it's the mommy issues talking, but if he ever achieved less than what someone expects of him, he'd literally have a break down. This is also why he pushes himself to study so much, despite being called a nerd.

11. Good luck charm

A friendship pendant Stan gave him is both his most prized possession and his good luck charm. It's on a black woven string, and the pendant is a carved wooden raven. It's a inside joke to Stan's goth phase when he was a kid because he called himself 'Raven' as a goth name.

12. How he hugs

I can imagine around the shoulders from behind kind of hugs from him. It's kind of awkward because he's so tall and lanky, though. Also, he isn't much of a hugger, prefers hand holding.

13. How he sleeps

Bro fully sleeps on his back, no movement. Can't convince me otherwise.

14. How does he express love?

Platonically - quality time. If Kyle cares about someone in any way, he would try and spend time with them in the little free time he has, showing someone's important to him. Romantically - words of affirmation. Again, maybe it's the mommy issues talking here but words of affirmation assures him that his S/O loves him and, in return, shows that he loves his S/O.

15. A skill he'd love to have

*I can't think here*

16. His spirit animal

Weirdly enough, I feel like his would be a deer. Don't ask me why, I just feel deer vibes. A white stag, specifically. He also thinks they're really pretty creatures and they're avoidance of humans is intruiging.

17. Hogwart's House

At a first glance, many would assume Ravenclaw. But no, Kyle is actually a Slytherin. Not for the reasons of strong morals and bloodline legacies, but because of his ambition and determination of achieving his goals.

#south park #kyle broflovski #kyle headcanons #headcanons #kyle south park #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #eric cartman

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hellooo id like to request matchups for Genshin Impact, MHA and Obey me! One of the brothers for Obey Me and a boi for the other two if thats okay <33

General stuff/Appearance

The names Jade, I'm female (she/her), 17 years old, straight, zodiac is pisces and mbti is intp. Im relatively short (160cm, idk what that is in feet Im European :,)) maybe 5'3??)). My parents are from Turkey but I was born in Austria so somehow I can speak 6 languages now- My skin tone is comparable to toast (lmao its a bit darker then toast but i am pretty pale), I have a diamond shaped head with sharp facial features, my hair is straight and dark brown with lighter variations in certain hair parts. I tie 'em up in a loose ponytail often tho. I let my shorter hair strains at the front do their own thingy, it's more fun xD. Brown eyes, straight nose, thin lips- all that stuff. Body type is hourglass.

Personality

One will realize pretty quickly that I am in fact not normal lmao- i'm a bit weird but i'm living for it. I'd describe myself as rather introverted though I'm not shy or timid. I just like to relax and do things my way. I have a lot of pride and discipline as well and I'm very proud of that. I'm also pretty easy to talk to if I do say so myself and laid-back as well. I have a lot of acceptance and tolerance so I am not quick to make unreasonable decisions. I'm also funny apparently (my friend's opinion. Lazy too but we don't talk about that HA-) I can snap pretty spontaneously tho if you push the right buttons. I'm still working on the anger management xD

Interests/Hobbies

If you couldn't already tell by my ability to speak a lot of languages I am really interested in them. I love to learn new stuff and expand my knowledge in general- I also LOVE listening to music (my earphones are my bebes) and sometimes drawing is pretty tempting as well. Idk why but designing / decorating is something I tend to enjoy doing even though I don't realize it. Gardening is also a hobby of mine. (Just smaller note because of my dislikes- i have no dislikes in that sense but if id had to settle on one it would be people being late to meetings or events in general, like bro u had one job-)

Just a few more smaller facts- My love language is quality time and I'm not overly experienced when it comes to relationships. I'm also more on the giving end than on the receiving end- I have trouble accepting help and kindness from others but am willing to love the other person unconditionally if I get to initiate the affection. I tend to be drawn to people that are confident and know how to handle any kind of situation.

Thank you in case my request gets accepted <33 bye byeee~

Hi Jade! Oh my goodness six languages! I can only speak English and a tiny bit of Italian. I'm trying to learn Japanese but it's slow going. Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In Genshin Impact, I match you with...

You and Diluc are the definition of the straightlaced and weird couple. Diluc doesn't let his hair down a whole lot so having you in his life definitely brings a lot of strange energy that he hasn't had since his childhood.

He wouldn't change that for the world though. He loves listening to you talk about your interests. They're so different from all the wine business he has to deal with on a daily basis so it's a nice break.

Would like it if you sent him song recommendations. He would like to expand his music tastes a bit.

He'll listen to everything you send him and give his comments the next time he sees you.

Diluc loves spending quality time with you. I see his love languages as quality time and physical touch (he's without a doubt touch starved, please give him hugs).

He knows what it's like to feel like you don't deserve affection but he'll try to help you feel better about accepting help and kindness. He's always going to be there for you if you need him.

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

Sero is the supportive person you need! He's going to support you unconditionally in everything you do. If he sees you need help but are struggling to ask for it, he'll approach you.

If you decline but he sees that you really wanted to say yes, he'll do little things to help out. Dinner? He's already cooking it, no need to worry. The laundry? He did that an hour ago. You want to go for a walk to clear your head? For sure!

Loves it when you speak in other languages. If you go off the headcannon that Sero speaks Spanish, he'd start replying to anything you say in another language in Spanish. Whether he understands what you've said or not, he's saying something back in Spanish.

Music is something that unites you. Please send him songs you like. He'll send some back!

Makes playlists for you that are combinations of his favourite songs, you favourites, and some that remain him of your relationship. They're his study playlists now.

In Obey Me, I match you with...

Lucifer definitely knows how to speak a bunch of languages. He's been around for who knows how long. Chances are high he speaks the same languages you do, plus a few.

Loves talking to you in other languages when his brothers are around, especially if he knows they don't speak that language. It feels more intimate (and makes his pride blow up).

Please introduce him to gardening. He would find it relaxing and it's a good break from doing paperwork for days on end.

Also please introduce him to songs that came out a little more recently than the classical music he listens to. I think he'd be a fan of rock ballads and songs with the same vibe as "Line Without a Hook" by Ricky Montgomery.

Enjoys spending quality time with you. He needs a break sometimes and there's nothing quite like having a mid-afternoon nap with someone you care about.

Lucifer likes that you have a point where you will snap. It makes him more comfortable letting you roam around the Devildom. He knows you won't let some random demon walk all over you.

#writing #fanfic #matchup #matchup request #request #genshin impact #diluc #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hanta sero #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #lucifer

[strangehermit]

One of the greatest perks from my spinal fusion surgery—other than reducing my chronic pain, of course—was that it let my nervous system be a little more chill.

Physical touch on my back isn't super fun, but at least it doesn't cause immediate physical pain. (That being said: I'm still not very touchy-feely, and folks touching me unexpectedly isn't great.)

I'm still hypersensitive to noise, but my tolerance does seem a little better now that everything's on a lower alert level. I still have a stash of earplugs on hand should I need them and purposefully avoid environments that're potentially high-volume.

#sorry I got to hug some musical theatre friends today and it was nice #(I couldn't receive hugs of any kind for ~6 years) #actuallyautistic #sensory integration #autism #sensory integration disorder #my life

[xpeachesncream]

2AM | one shot

summary: just like yoongi says - if namjoon wasn’t gonna act on his feelings for you, then why couldn’t you? even if that meant sliding into namjoon’s DMs.

pairing: reader x namjoon

genre: college au | sprinkle of fluff, smut

words: 3.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, club scene, alcohol consumption, dancing/grinding, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, hickeys, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, ass smacking, doggy style, hair pulling, headboard knocking against the wall and head to the mattress type of rough sex, pillow to the face type of loud sex, backshots, namjoon is a kind fella though and really respects you

note: i’ve been hearing namjoon is/has become people’s bias wrecker lately..... 🤪 this is for you. i’ve tried to make this as realistic and relatable as possible. pls excuse any errors!

The club was awfully packed tonight, you and your friends and a bunch of all your mutual friends tightly pushed against one corner of the club, celebrating whoever's birthday it was - you couldn't fucking remember. You were just there because you knew of the person, but your friends still dragged you out to have a good time.

And, God, you were drunk. You were having a good time. You were already drunk before the club, having pissed on the sidewalk with Yoongi covering you with his jacket while Jin pissed next to you in the alley since there were no bathrooms open to the public at this time.

"Namjoon is here!" You hear Yoongi yell and nudge you. Namjoon had always had a crush on you. You two were friends, had a lot of mutual friends, but it was nothing more of a hi and bye in passing on campus. Occasional small talk, nothing more, nothing less. But, it didn't mean you didn't think he was attractive. Standing almost at 6 ft tall, the man was buff in all the right places and had a smile that could kill from miles away. You just never pressed on it because Namjoon never pressed on it. People teased him about his silly crush on you but he never took it further. He'd call you the prettiest girl he'd ever seen on campus, leaving anonymous comments on the campus' compliment board talking about how your smile was the best one he's ever seen. Everyone knew it was Kim Namjoon. But it was just a silly crush after all, right?

Tonight though, you were thinking of doing other things. Maybe it was this dick drought you had been in, maybe it was the alcohol heightening your attraction to him. Whatever the fuck it was, you wanted it and you were down.

"Aye!" Namjoon comes over to Yoongi and Jin, giving them their daps and hugs before he makes his way over to you. "What's up, Y/N?" He pulls you into a tight hug. 

"Hey! Didn't think you'd be here." You chuckled.

"Why not? I like to have fun every so often, too." You nod. It's not like Namjoon hated going out, but he did have a preference of staying in than being at the club. He wasn't at every outing or club event. He'd make it to some if it was really important to his friends, but he'd usually skip out and he'd be teased about it the following week. You liked that about him; that he wasn't the type to be a partier or spend his free time chugging on alcohol. He was one of the smartest guys on campus who was pretty well known and he carried himself well. Dude could run for president and he’d have everyone’s votes, no cap.

"Well, I'm glad you're here."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that you're glad I'm here." He joked with that smile of his, dimples piercing his cheeks before he continued his rounds of hello's.

"Well, I'm glad you're here." Jin fluttered his eyelashes as he swung back and forth, mocking your tone in tiny causing Yoongi to laugh.

"Fuck off, Seokjin." You shove him.

"Why don't you finally do something about it? You know he likes you.”

"Why does it have to be me?"

"Why can't it be you?" Yoongi asked. "Does the dude always have to make a move?"

"Yeah, and besides, what if he's only doing that because he respects you and thinks you don't like him like that?" Jin butted in.

"I didn't asked to be attacked." Yoongi shrugged.

"Just saying. It doesn't have to be on Namjoon. Maybe he's waiting on you. Don't slip up, fool." He jokes as you shake your head, leading your friends to the bar for another drink to keep your drunkness alive. Yoongi orders three shots of nasty ass Jameson, but you take it anyways because he's your homeboy and the shit was free. He asks for another round, which you almost pass on but you catch sight of your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook.

"Pass it." Yoongi smirks as he passes you another shot glass. You take it to the neck with ease, deciding you'd deal with consequences later. You just wanted to have your fun.

"Hey." Jungkook wraps his arms around you, causing you to shrug him off and push his arms away.

"Jungkook, stop." You used to hate him. You really used to despise the guy, but it had gotten so tiring that you eventually got over it and moved on. You had a good relationship after all, you had a great freshman year even if you started off college in a relationship. But, he didn't want it after a year and a half. He wanted his college freedom, wanted to explore, wanted to get to know the incoming freshmen girls and transfers. So, he eventually stopped trying and that killed you.

But myyyy, have the tables turned. Jungkook wanted you back badly even though you've made it blatantly obvious you were over him.

"Dance with me tonight? You look good." He looks at you up and down, eyeing the tight mini skirt and crop top you had on.

"Maybe.” You look at him like he was crazy. “I'm busy."

"With who?"

"Not with you."

"Come on, baby. Please." Obviously drunk and out of this mind.

"Ew, don't call me that Jungkook. I am not your baby."

"Aw come on, you’ll always be though." He smiles, hugging you once more.

"You got a whole line up, remember? Stop worrying about me." You scoff as you shove him aside, making your way back to your friends.

"The fuck was that about?"

"Jungkook being Jungkook."

"He definitely wants to have his cake and eat it, too."

"Well, that's not gonna fly with me. He needs to go."

"Good. Come on, let's go dance. Maybe Namjoon will come since you don’t wanna do it. Acting all scared and shit." 

“Shut up, Yoongi. Just walk.” You laugh. Yoongi nods towards some free space, Jin already welcoming a lady friend onto his lap for a dance. You playfully dance around with Yoongi for a little before you feel him passing you off to pretty boy Park Jimin. You loved dancing with Jimin because lord knows he knew a thing or two about rhythm more than most of these men in the club. Including your friends.

Heh, just kidding.

After a song or two, the latest shots are starting to make their way through your veins, your skin feeling hot and your balance being a little thrown off. Nothing you couldn't handle though, you still knew how to compose yourself well and keep it together.

"Enjoying yourself?" You hear Namjoon come from behind you as you had been standing around by the railings, catching a breather after Jimin had broke you off to those two songs, working up a damn sweat.

"Yeah, are you?" You turn to face him as your arms hung loosely over the railing.

"I meaaaan, I think it could be better." He sips on his drink.

"Stop babysitting your drink, Namjoon." You playfully nudge him.

"I'm not babysitting, I'm just savoring this expensive drink." You roll your eyes and laugh. You watch as he takes another sip, your hand keeping his glass tilted from the end until there's nothing left for him to drink.

"There, that's better."

"You're a bad influence."

"No, I'm not."

"You are. Pretty, and a bad influence." He adds, chuckling while licking his bottom lip. It's silent for a minute as he's eyeing the crowd in front of you, watching people sloppily dance on each other or tongue each other down. Either or, everyone was drunk and feeling up on somebody.

Everyone besides you two.

"Fuck it, let's dance." He suddenly says, grabbing your hand and leading the way to the nearest empty space. He backs himself against the wall, grabbing you by the waist to throw your ass back on him. He grips you tightly as you work him, his hips moving in tandem with yours. If you weren't mistaken, you could feel this entire thing soaking your panties by the minute. The way he had taken initiative and grabbed your hand the way that he did. The way he backed himself against the wall and shoved you onto his crotch area.

You didn't know Namjoon had it in him after he had been shying away from his crush on you. Park Jimin was sliding down the dance pyramid, with Kim Namjoon quickly climbing his way to the top.

Something so innocent had turned intimate pretty quick, your body backed against his now as you slowly worked your hips to Rossi's All I Want, your hand grabbing around his neck. You felt his breath against your skin, his eyes locked on you and only you.

After a couple of dances, you turned to him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He gave you a big, toothless smile, his dimples becoming a huge weakness for you. You being the tease that you are, gave him a kiss on the cheek before you started to pull away from his grip.

"Oh, so it's like that?" He jokes as he bites on his bottom lip, his hands slowly slipping down your wrists the more you pull away.

"I don't know, is it?"

"You tell me. Are you going to hit me up to kick it?"

"We'll see." You smirk at him before walking towards your friends, his tongue pressed against his cheek as he watches your hips sway from side to side. After tonight, you knew you wanted Namjoon and he was the goal. No if's, and's or but's.

You and your friends call it a night by the time the club is almost coming to a close. Everyone is rushing to head out and catch their Ubers, but you see no Namjoon in sight. He must have disappeared sometime during the night, and you were too busy with your friends to notice. Which, is a fucking bummer because you wanted to see him before you left, hoping it could flourish into something more than just the dances you shared with him tonight.

You just had to be a tease.

Getting home, you're a little uneasy because you're stuck on the fact that you want something more out of the night and you couldn't get that. You hesitated quite a few times, picking up your phone, then throwing it back onto your bed. Your roommate hadn't gotten home yet, the loneliness kicking in quick.

Fuck it!

You shake your head and grow some balls to hit up Namjoon to see what he was up to at damn near 2AM.

But sike, your ass doesn't even have his number.

"What the fuck, Y/N!" You groan to yourself, quickly pulling up your group chat w/ Yoongi and Jin before you change your mind.

[y/n] 1:52am: ANYBODY HAVE NAMJOON'S NUMBER???

Pure silence for the next 5 minutes.

[y/n] 1:58am: i know none of you two are getting some tonight, where tf are you!

Some more silence.

"For fuck's sake, guys." You whined as you pulled up Namjoon's IG page. Were you really gonna do this? Were you really gonna slip yourself into his DMs?

Absolutely the fuck yes.

x_ynbaby: hi

namjoooonie: :) look who it is

x_ynbaby: sorry this prob looks stupid as fuck but i just realized i didnt have your number

namjoooonie: no biggie. at least ill be able to say y/n slid in my dm's first

x_ynbaby: pls dont start

namjoooonie: how can i help you?

x_ynbaby: what are you up to?

namjoooonie: im about to get ready for bed just like you should be doing

x_ynbaby: excuse you, im grown. i can go to bed when i want lol

namjoooonie: you're grown, ey?

x_ynbaby: yeah i am

namjoooonie: cool, come show me here?

x_ynbaby: kim namjoon, what is that supposed to mean

namjoooonie: it means you come over and watch something with me that isnt pg-13, duh? take it or leave it cutie, ive got some good comedy stand-ups on my list

x_ynbaby: lol send me the address

You laughed out loud. He was so frustratingly cute that you found yourself throwing on your jacket and heading back out to grab an Uber to his place not too far from yours. His roommate was home, but he had been locked up in his room the entire time Namjoon had gotten back. He figured he was already sound asleep, so he had you quietly come up the steps, his hand holding onto yours as you tippy-toed past his roommate's door.

"Fuck, finally. What a journey." He says, shutting his door.

"You're so dramatic."

"Says the one who was like we'll see." He mocks you, batting his eyelashes and tilting his head to the side.

"Shut up. Where's your list of comedy stand-ups, huh?" He plops on his bed, patting the empty space next to him.

"Right here." He opens his macbook. "This is where all the magic happens."

"Ah, yes. The comedy stand-ups and the porn, right?"

"Yup, especially the porn." You laugh as you playfully shove him aside. He actually begins to play Dave Chapelle's Sticks and Stones, his cute laugh already erupting and echoing throughout his room. You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your body sinking closer to his. Feeling his body against yours had the heat pooling in your core, wanting more from him while you were here. "I can't believe he—" He turns to look at you, your gaze still kept on him. "What?"

"Namjoon, I know this isn't the only thing you were thinking about tonight." You say, almost at a whisper.

"It's not, but I don't wanna disrespect you in any way." He says, in typical Namjoon fashion. You shake your head, your hand on his chest as you slightly push yourself up.

"Handle me." He simply looks at you as you nod. "Handle me like you would, all bullshit aside." He hesitates a bit, his face edging closer to yours.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes. We've established that we're grown, right? Show me." You say breathily. As soon as it slips your mouth, Namjoon shoves his laptop aside to wrap his strong arms around you, allowing you to wrap your legs around his torso. He gently lays you on his bed as he keeps his lips locked onto yours. The kiss becomes messy, your tongue continuously pushing against his, the sounds of wet kisses now filling his room. You moan into his mouth as he fiddles to remove your joggers, catching a glimpse of him finally removing them and tossing it across his neatly organized room. You pulled away for a quick second to remove his shirt before he removed yours, your hands trailing down his beautiful chest.

"Fuck, taking this off." He says, aggressively unhooking your bra and throwing it off to the side to be an eyesore along with your sweats lying on the floor. You giggle as he begins to kiss down your neck and jawline, then welcoming himself to your breasts. He plays with your nipples, his thumb toying with it and gently pinching. You let out a hiss as you feel his tongue flicking around your nipples one by one, his breath causing cold air to linger on them. You watch as he begins to suck on the skin of your breasts, leaving purple-ish marks on either boob.

"Ohhhhshit." You bite onto your bottom lip, so fucking turned on by him and his ways. He makes his way down to your panties, giving your clothed clit a kiss before shoving your panties aside and licking a strip upwards. "Ahhhhh, Namjoon." You breathe.

"Uh huh?" He says, lowering his mouth onto your clit, sucking as his tongue caressed it slowly at the same time. His mouth and tongue are continuing to work in tandem while he slips in two digits, working them in and out to stretch you out.

"Yeah, like that." You moan, your hand is gripping his hair tightly as you jut your hip upwards. Namjoon does a good job holding you down, even as your high approaches. "Ughhhhhhgggfuck!" Your words mesh together as you try to jut your hips upwards once more before you feel yourself unraveling under his grip. You tremble as you coat his fingers, moaning loudly and not giving a damn about his sleeping roommate anymore.

"Shhh, my roommate." He chuckles as he towers over you, careful not to put all his body weight on yours.

"I'm sorry but, gohhhhd." You whine. "Please just fuck me, I wanna feel you." He bites onto his bottom lip, watching you twirl your tongue around his wet digits and suck on them, giving yourself a good taste of your pussy.

"Stop." He tilts his head back and shakes his head. "You're gonna make me cum just doing that."

"What's wrong with that?"

"I haven't gotten to feel you, yet. That's what." He says as he removes his beautifully long and thick hardened member from his boxers, his sweats dropping to the floor from his ankles. He pumps himself a few times before he taps it against your folds, teasing you with his tip as he slides it up and down.

"Namjoon, I swear—" You arch your back, feining for more.

"You swear, or what?" He asks playfully, his tip the first to slowly enter inside of you. Your breathing hitches the deeper he goes in, literally having you question whether or not you were gonna be able to take him. "You okay?" You nod silently as you try to position yourself comfortably on him, Namjoon letting out a small groan as he feels you fully envelope him from wall to wall. He starts slow, making sure you were comfortable before he begins to pick up his pace. You grip the sheets as he begins to get aggressive with you, his headboard endlessly knocking on his wall.

He apparently doesn't give a fuck about his roommate either. And here he was, shushing you.

You begin to moan his name loudly, feeling the high approaching you once again.

"Y/N." He whispers, chuckling. He [politely] throws his pillow onto your head, signaling for you to hold onto it and scream into it if need be. Which, you do. "Fuuuck Y/N, you're so hot." He moans under his breath as his thrusts are fast, the sound of skin pounding against skin bouncing off of his walls.

"Joon, I'm cumming again." You moan into the pillow as he slows his thrusts for you, letting out breathy moans as he feels you constricting around him.

"Turn around." He says, you quickly obeying, shooting your ass up with your face down. You wiggle your ass onto his dick, causing him to slightly hiss. He inserts his tip in but allows you to sink onto him yourself. "Godddddamn." He moans as you begin to move your body up and down on his dick, cream lathering the top of it like icing. He gives your ass a good smack, the heat pooling to the area quickly. One hand grips your hips, while the other grips your hair and slightly tugs on it as he takes control and thrusts into you.

"Fuck! Namjoon." You groan as he pulls your hair. Your ass is bouncing off of him, the pain turning into pleasure. Your mouth is agape, no sounds being able to escape as he pounds into you.

"Shit Y/N, I'm gonna cum. Where do you want me to cum?"

"Backshot." You simply say, Joon fully understanding. With the last couple of thrusts, you find yourself constricting around him again, body getting weak and trembling back down into the sheets. His hand pushes your head into the mattress while the other pulls out and pumps his hardened dick, lathering your back in his load. You feel him almost collapse onto you, his hand holding onto your hip as he regulates his breathing.

"Fuck, I am so sorry." He says, grabbing a tissue to wipe your back.

"Why are you sorry?" You laugh as you turn over afterwards.

"It just makes me feel bad, I feel like I'm marking my territory or something."

"I meaaaaaaan." You say, Namjoon's eyes going straight to your breasts.

"Agh fuck, Y/N." He says, feeling bad as he slips on his clothes before handing you yours.

"It's not a big deal.

"I just want you to know that I do value you more than just my territory or whatever that means." He shakes his head. "Fuck, I just mean I value you more than that, okay?" You giggle.

"You're fine, Joon." He smiles toothlessly as he nods, feeling accomplished having gotten his point across.

"So, more comedy stand ups?"

"Boy, you wore me out. I'm going to sleep."

"Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back, gonna grab us water. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you." You smile as he shuts his door. You check your phone from your night stand seeing that your friends had finally texted you back.

[yoongi] 2:47am: woops, shit hahahah did you still need it?

[yoongi] 2:47am: and fuck off ok, what if i was getting some?

[jin] 2:49am: he's not. we're not. we just finished playing phasmaphobia thats why we responded late

[yoongi] 2:49am: youre an ass kisser seokjin

[jin] 2:50am: i think y/n is already at namjoons

[yoongi] 2:51am: better tell us about it tomorrow bro @ y/n

[jin] 2:52am: have fun be safe

[y/n] 3:30am: you guys get home from the club and play phasmaphobia? thats why you guys get none

[jin] 3:31am: r u at namjoons or not, this wasnt even about us

[y/n] 3:32am: yes and just got dicked down like the world was ending tomorrow

[yoongi] 3:33am: .........

[yoongi] 3:33am: .......................

[jin] 3:34am: 'whyyyyy does it have to be me' she said

[jin] 3:34am: dick mustve gotten your tongue now

[y/n] 3:35am: Error: 404. This number could not be reached at this time. Try again later.

[jin] 3:36am: lmfao weak, you'll hear from us later today missy

You chuckled to yourself as you heard Namjoon nearing the door. Suddenly, you hear another door open, his roommate's voice faintly echoing in the hallway.

"Dude, can you and your girl be any louder?"

"Sorry Hobi, I thought you were asleep."

"That's the thing, I was." Namjoon laughs.

"Oh shit, my bad. We'll keep it down next time." You watched as he nodded before closing the door. You laughed silently as he handed you a water bottle, scooting himself next to you.

"Yeah Namjoon, be quiet next time."

"Me? You had a pillow and you were still loud."

"Not my fault. Didn't even know you had it in you." You teased.

"What's that even supposed to mean?" He scoffed before gently tickling you.

"It's just, I thought you were forgetting about your little crush on me."

"Want me to show you again?"

"I'm sleep, bye." You laughed as you turned over, your ass comfortably touching his leg while he laid next to you and watched his show.

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ain't it fun? | part two

Part Two

summary: reader just needs an NA meeting before they have a meltdown, they end up with the best friend they could ever make.

warnings: falling in love, fluff, hurt/comfort, implied/referenced smut, non-descriptive

a/n: so glad you liked part 1 I couldn't help myself from continuing

word count: 3k

from the beginning

She’s laying in his bed, one of his friends showed up early and she’s pretending she’s not there. But his friend brought breakfast and it smells good and she’s starving.

After crewing the hell out of her lip and 5 minutes of hyping herself up; she gets up off the bed, still in her sweater and shorts from their movie night, and she slowly opens the bedroom door, peaking out to see if Spencer was in view.

“Hello?” A friendly man spots her, standing as he makes his way to shake her hand. “I’m Derek.”

“Y/N,” she smiles.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he smiles back. “What’s going on here?” He gestures to her and then back to Spencer as he exits the kitchen and sees her.

“We watched star trek all night, if you don’t believe me I can make him recount it to you from memory?” Y/N replies, smirking like she knows him just as well as his friend.

“And how might you know Spencer?” Derek teases right back.

“He’s my best friend in the whole world,” she replies like it’s nothing, “and I live across the hall.”

Derek shoots a look at Spencer that’s almost proud, almost emotional, like a mom who heard she’s going to be a grandma, “Is that true?”

Spencer blushes, “she’s my best friend.”

“Tell me how this all happened!” Derek is more than excited, sitting down on the couch with a wide grin as he waits to hear more.

“Um, we met in the hall, we have the same interests and now we watch movies together and have sleepovers with candy and popcorn, like we’re 13-year-old girls? I’ve even braided his hair,” she avoids the real reason why they met. Unsure if Spencer has told anyone about his drug problem or not.

“And now I’m going to go finish sleeping in my own bed,” she makes awkward finger guns at the door accompanied by her most awkward smile and she’s off.

Spencer follows her out into the hall, closing the door and looking at her apologetically; “I’m sorry, I won’t tell him anything more about us if you don’t want me to?”

“Us?” She questions? “You tell me you love me a lot, but you’ve never told me who you want me to be to you… I want you to think about that and then come and see me later.”

“Can I have a kiss? It helps me think better,” he whispers as he leans in.

She rolls her eyes, playfully, leaning in as well until their lips meet. It’s soft and sweet and she wishes there could be more, but for now she has to go.

Once she’s inside, she leans against the door of her apartment and listens to see when he goes back inside. Only what she hears is even better, “Derek, I’m going to have to ask you to leave so I can go ask her to be my girlfriend.”

He shoos the man from his apartment, avoiding all his questions and convincing him to finally leave by saying, “you’ve been telling me for months that I need to get over it, and now you’re going to stand here and stop me from telling her I love her, again?”

“Again?”

“Derek!”

“Fine.”

And then he’s knocking on her door, “who is it?” She teases.

“Y/N, open the door, please?” He begs without a single regret behind his tone.

She opens it slowly, “yes?”

He tilts his head with a look that screams; ‘come on?’

But she looks back at him as if to say; ‘what about it?'

“Are you really going to make me say it?”

“The first step in getting help is admitting you have a problem.”

He laughs at the absurdity, “you’re kidding?”

“Spencer, even though you’re a pain in my ass; would you like to be my boyfriend? I’m asking because the words make it real, and I would like you to really know how I feel, thanks for coming,” she extends her arm into the apartment, gesturing for him to walk in and he does so with a laugh.

“I would love to be your boyfriend,” he responds once the door is closed. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want this to be real?”

She can tell he’s not sure why he’s apologizing, “I need confirmation. I can’t sleep in your bed almost every night for a month, and just have to guess if I’m allowed to call you my boyfriend when my mom calls and asks why I won't text her back at night.”

“Oh,” he looks upset. “I thought that by telling you that I love you that it would work, but I understand. I really would like to be your boyfriend and be yours for however long you’ll have me.”

Her heart melts in her chest, he's so nervous and shy because he truly means it. His heart is in her hands now, “how long are you available?”

“Forever.”

“I have more questions,” she whispers as she moves closer, pressing their bodies together as she holds his sides and he holds her shoulders.

“Okay.”

“What did you mean out there, and also sorry for listening, but I’d like to know…”

“It’s okay,” his words are soft. “I’m um, a virgin?”

“Oh?” Her eyes shoot wide open, “I was expecting like an ex who broke your heart?”

“Oh no, I’ve never… I don’t... no,” he shakes his head profusely. “I’m not in a rush either, I just wanted him to leave me alone. That’s not what I’m in here for.”

She smiles, “I am too…” she whispers, “I’m really glad you are too, actually.”

“You’ve thought about it?”

“Think, big brain, go back to right before I closed my door that first night…” she teases him before making a fake VHS tape rewind sound that always makes him laugh.

“You wanted to leave the group because you can’t sleep with members while you’re healing,” he smirks at his recollection, “I mean, other than the general attraction, have you thought about the possibility of that happening for us one day?”

She nods again, “one day, I’m cool just making out with you for now, actually. But yes. I would like for you to be my first because I trust you the most out of every single person I’ve ever met.”

He looks like his heart is exploding as his grip on her shoulders tightens, “I would like for you to be mine too, eventually.”

“Eventually,” she repeats with a small smile, leaning in for another small kiss.

“Derek left without his breakfast, and he didn't even get a chance to touch it yet…” Spencer whispers against her lips.

She laughs through her nose, kissing him once more before pulling away, “come on, boyfriend.”

—

She’s been in Quantico for 5 months, 3 of which she’s now spent with Spencer.

She’s laying beside him as they watch star trek and her mind is off in space. She can’t focus on anything other than the thought of her rent coming due and how she’s probably going to have to decide if she wants to leave after her 6-month lease is up.

“Spence,” she whispers, “do you know any other cheap apartment buildings in the area?”

“Why?”

She turns to face him, the yellows, reds and blues flash across the screen and illuminate him lightly, “I don’t have enough money to keep living here, and I don’t want to move back in with my parents.”

“Would you like to move in with me?” He asks carefully, “don’t feel pressured to say yes, it’s just I’m never really here and I don’t want you to leave.”

She smiles at the offer, “If I move in I have to tell the disability people, and then my disability money will change because you make so much and they still believe that men own women when they get together, like some what's yours is mine, shit.”

“Really?”

She nods, “yeah. They'll want to know how much you make every month when I get my statement and then they decide what I deserve because if you’re making money, clearly I’m taken care of, right?”

He can hear her sarcasm and he knows it's just to mask the hurt, and she can tell by the way his whole face changes.

“Wrong,” Spencer is oddly defensive. “That is so wrong, there are so many women in this country trapped with terrible men who abuse them. They never see a single dime of the money that comes in, and if they have children they are lucky to receive money for groceries. I’ve seen all of it first hand, it’s horrific, and yet they still think they can take care of disabled women who are in more need of money than anyone else?”

“I love you.”

“What?” He stops, breathing, blinking, everything. He just stares at her as he comprehends it.

She hasn’t said it back yet.

“I love you.” She repeats it and smiles, tears welling in her eyes as she appreciates how much he really does care; how much he really gets it.

“Lie, tell them you’re back with your parents. It’s not like they check-up and then just stay here. Move your things in and make this your place too, do whatever you want to it, it deserves to be lived in.”

“You’re really serious?” She’s not sure why she’s so surprised, he’s been saying he loves her every single day for the last 2 months and 3 weeks.

She’s loved him the whole time, but she’s afraid of that at the same time because once she loves him out loud, then she loves him for real and that’s scary. He has a scary job and he’s never home and if she loves him then she has to deal with that and the fact he might not come home one day.

He nods gently, “I know you need a lot of space for your art supplies so move whatever you need to to make room. I think you’re magnificent, and I don’t think that you should feel held back, I'll do anything to help you with your little craft store.”

A tear slips past her eye and towards the pillow, she blinks as she smiles, unable to speak as she just appreciates his kindness, “I think when whatever is out there made your soul, they were like 'this one; he’s special, we’re only making one of him and he’s going to go through some shit, but it’s because someone else is too and they need each other.'”

Spencer’s smile grows, large and toothy as he moves in closer to hold her. Noses pressed together, they’re hugging basically now, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled as they enjoy the moment. It’s so nice, there’s nothing left to say.

They’re content with each other.

—

She moves what she needs into Spencer’s apartment the next week, he’s out of town and it’s easier this way with him out of the way.

It’s easier to miss him in here though, everything smells like him and feels like him, and his personality is on every single wall. She wants him to come home so badly, living without him for random bouts of time was the worst part of their relationship.

The rest of her things are in boxes in her apartment, waiting by the door for when Spencer comes back. He offered to put everything in his old Volvo Amazon and meet her parents for the weekend and her mother was through the roof over it.

She has called 4 times in the last week to ask about all Spencer’s favourite meals, what he likes for breakfast most mornings and if he had any allergies. She’s cleaned the “guest” room, which was really just where she slept before, and she was very clear that he was allowed to sleep with her as long as no funny business happened.

That was the funny part.

They still weren’t doing it and she was fine with that, so was he. Neither of them was ready, emotionally nor physically. They’ve both been through some terrible things that make it very hard for them to want to share yet.

She loves him more this way, while the sex would probably be amazing and she knew they were both getting off anyway and they weren’t secretive about it, at all. They just didn’t do it together yet… and she was starting to want to.

The most they’ve done is the occasional mutual masturbation session and that was just when they were too lazy to do it when they were alone, earlier in the day, and just needed to in order to finally sleep. It was always quick, quicker than when she would do it alone because he was just so cute like that.

She found herself getting off to thoughts of him more than anything else the longer and longer they shared more and got to know each other.

Because while, yes, they live together and they’re dating; they’re still really just best friends and roommates. They don’t see each other as often as they want to, they have separate friend groups, she has meetings on the other side of town now and they’ve never even been on a date.

For how fast they looked to be moving to anyone who knew them, they were going extremely slow behind the scenes. The reality is, they were following the rules of addiction recovery more than the rules of society.

She wasn’t really ready to take on the emotional commitment of having sex with someone when she wasn’t really over her trauma. It went far deeper than just her addiction, there was more Spencer had no idea about and she wanted to make sure he knew everything before he met her parents.

So like always, they got into bed as soon as he returned and they had a cuddle conversation. It was soothing to not only feel the other person close, but they both stimmed by running their hands over something soft. He knew something was up as soon as he walked in the door and she asked for a cuddle before even saying hello.

He didn’t, however, expect the long-winded backstory of her childhood to be the issue. He was silent the whole time she explained, he cried with her as his cheek rested on her forehead and her tears fell onto his shirt below her face.

Learning his past was just as hard.

She cant imagine how no one could love him, no one took him in and offered him shelter and love and warmth. He deserved kindness and family. He was worth the world and then some to her, and it hurt so deeply to think of no one showing that to him. He’s spent the last 25 years just searching aimlessly for a single iota of respect.

No wonder he fell in love with her so easily.

—

The first time is terribly awkward but incredibly euphoric… and they cry after. Not from sadness or regret; no, they’re so in love and so happy with their choices, it’s more of an overwhelming overflowing of emotions that was bound to erupt along with them.

“This has to be the most vulnerable time in the entire world if you really think about it,” Spencer justifies why he’s crying as he starts to get anxious about being too much. “I mean we’ve already seen each other naked and know each other outside… we might as well share what's going on inside too.”

She nods against his sweaty chest, “I used to be really upset that my doctors put me on Dilaudid. I still hate that all this happened to us, but I’m really glad we don’t have to be alone anymore.”

“Me too,” he whispers.

It gets easier the more they do it. It’s still always hilariously awkward, they were so stupidly in love it translated into every moment; like when they attempted shower sex and knocked the curtain down and got water everywhere. Or the time they attempted a quickie in the bar bathroom and his boss walked in, and they had to try not to laugh or move or do anything as they made the most awkward, silent, eye contact ever, in the corner of the stall.

Being horny and awkward was the worst combination but they made it work pretty well.

He was tender and loving and he listened to instructions well. He was a quick learner, he was happy with whatever she wanted and he always, always, tried to finish last. (He wasn’t that lucky) but he was a truly nice guy.

She loved him more and more as the seconds passed. He was just so wonderful, he had his up and downs but they always had great communication, and he understood her unpredictability from her disabilities. The best part was that he loved her regardless of how she was when she woke up in the morning, and she always went to bed with either a kiss or a text proving he loved her.

Before they knew it, a year had passed and she was laying in his bed while he got ready for work. She loved watching his selection process, his colour coordinated closet and handy-dandy tie organization rack. He was so cute, and he always looked so amazing.

“I don’t want you to go in today,” she whispers with a pout.

He takes his phone off the dresser and calls in then, “yeah, Hotch I’m really not doing well. I don’t know what we ate last night but I— yeah thank you.”

He puts everything back in the closet and crawls right back into bed, he snuggled back in close and she smiled at her job well done. He didn’t need to be at work as often as he was, he had a lot of personal and sick days stored and they were always telling him to use them. He deserved a break for that beautiful brain of his, an 8-hour turnaround between psychopaths wasn’t good for anyone, especially not the 2nd most prized possession of the FBI.

“What do you do during the day when I’m not here?” He asked, genuinely not knowing how she occupied her time outside of his presence.

“I sleep until 11,” she whispers as she snuggles in closer.

He’s warm and cuddly and perfect. Naps in the morning are possibly the best periods of sleep someone can ever experience. It’s so relaxing to reward the body with more time, and it’s even better when it includes the perfect snuggle companion.

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The One That Got Away

Characters: Sungchan x y/n (female)

Genre: angst

Warnings: pregnancy, death, blood

Words: 1.2k

Song: the one that got away - Katy Perry (listen to the sadder version)

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A/n: SORRY OK IM IN THE MOOD FOR VERY ANGST STUFF, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

You sipped your coffee, eyes smiling brightly at the man in front of you, your love of your life, your boyfriend Sungchan, who was also smiling brightly back at you. You just finished planning your trip for your 6th anniversary. You couldn't be any happier. If you could describe your life right now; perfect. A man you love, who loves you back just as much, a job, a house and most importantly your unborn child. You got to know about your pregnancy two weeks ago and it took you all of your energy to keep it a secret, until your 6th anniversary to make it more perfect and to surprise him with what he's been dreaming of for the past years. You've been planning how to tell him for the past two weeks, and you couldn't wait any longer to tell him. Thank god you only have to wait two days now, then everything will be more perfect. You didn't really plan anything big... Just thought of surprising him with a small box in a chill cuddly night, which has yellow small baby shoes in them.

You chuckle looking at the extra cute small shoes in front of you, remembering your promise you made when you got your matching tattoos, you promised to have your love for each other as permanent as your tattoos and to be there for each other, in good and bad. You had so much to tell him. You wanted to cuddle with him in your warm villa house and to talk about the past 6 years you've spent together. You were very excited. After packing your luggage you sent your boyfriend a goodnight message and went to sleep.

For the next 2 days you were only thinking about him. You couldn't really meet him because he had to do extra work so he could spend the whole week with you in the vacation.  All you could do is text and call each other. I mean what's the problem with it if you'll be spending the next whole week in each other's arms? You were patient, for you, him and your baby.

Finally D-day! You had planned to meet your boyfriend first in a restaurant and then go together by the car to your villa house. It was a Chilly night, sky very clear, where you could see the bright stars. The road filled with cars and people, such a normal night, but still beautiful.

You waited for him outside the restaurant, checking the time every now and then. After 15 minutes of waiting, you finally saw your love of your life. Oh how much you missed his warm lovable embrace. Oh how much you wanted to kiss his tasty, sweet soft lips. Oh how much the night became more beautiful just when you saw him. You smiled and waved at him. He was wearing a black coat with such a nice suit under it, his hands holding a beautiful combination of red and white flowers. You gave each other a bright lovable smile. He was waiting for the lights to turn green for him to walk to you. And once they turned green, he walked towards you, a little too fast. He was excited, you chuckles. Your eyes shining with excitement and love. You were just very in love with each other. You found your world, life, future and home in each other's eyes.

He was getting closer and closer, oh how much your heart was beating. With every step he was taking, you heart was beating faster and faster. As if it was only beating for him, and it was. Your heart, and the smaller heart inside you, both were beating for this amazing man.

He was close, finally you'll have him in your arms, finally. Just when you heard people screaming. But you were so hooked up with his eyes and presence, you didn't care about others. As if all your senses only focused on Sungchan and only him.

In a blink of an eye, you saw your man on the ground after getting hit by a car. Everything went so fast that all you saw next is Sungchan on the ground, the flowers next to him, which were once white, turning red. A bloody kind of red. Your world stopped, you ran to him. You held his body. Not believing your eyes.

"S-Sungchan-"

You could barely talk

"Ba-baby"

He tried to talk

Your eyes were blurry with the amount of tears it held. Your shaky hands holding his face, close to yours. His eyes still, looked so lovable, warm and clear.

"M-My Ang-el"

He moved his hand to hold your cheek, wiping your tears

"My love"

You cried

"I-I really was-s excited t-to see y-your beautiful f-face"

His tears falling, mixing with the blood

"i m-missed you, Sungchan"

"I missed y-you to-o, y/n"

He smiled, his beautiful smile

"please, p-please stay with me, i-ill call the a-ambulance hold up"

Your shaky hands left his face and held your phone, trying to dial 911

"y/n, baby"

Sungchan held your hands, bringing them to him, leaving the dispatcher confused on the other line, not receiving any answers from the caller.

"Sungchan let me c-call them"

He shook his head

"Y/n baby... I n-never ever regretted b-being with y-you, I'm h-happy i m-met you"

You started sobbing, holding his face

He continued

"i-if i was to be born again i-I'd choose you, again and a-again, you are m-my life y/n"

"Sungchan s-stop talking! Y-you're tiring yourself more, s-stay still the the ambulance c-comes" you screamed at the people surrounding you, for them to call the ambulance.

Sungchan held your face, turning it down to look at him

"I-i w-wanted to-o a-ask you to b-be mine t-today" you only cried harder, your hands clenching around his face, not willing to let him go anytime sooner

"Su-sungchan, please s-stay, for me and for o-our b-baby"

He looked shocked, now he's crying harder, the blood that he's bleeding is now getting slower and slower, its ending soon.

"Y/n t-thank y-you for b-being there for m-me an—d for m-making me h-happy even in m-my last m-moment" his tear dropped

"do-n't s-say that! Y-you're staying a-alive Sungchan! I-i still h-have many things to s-say to y-you! R-remember o-our promise? Y-you can't l-leave me now... P-please"

"you'll b-be an am-amazing mother y/n" he whispered

"baby, i-in another life, w-would you be my g-girl too?" he asked, his eyes hopeful.

"Sungchan y-yes, I'll forever b-be yours and y-you'll forever b-be mine"

"I l-love you, Y/n... S-sorry—" his last tear fell, his eyes closed, breath stopped, hands fell from your cheeks, his body stilled.

"I-i l-love you t—oo"

You looked at your world's lifeless body on the ground. Looking around him, taking in this moment, trying to figure out if it's real or not. You looked at the now soaked in blood flowers, next to them a little box, your shaky hands reached out to it and opened it. It revealed a beautiful ring, with words "be my wife" on the upper side of the box.

You lost yourself. Looking at your lifeless man. You held his body close to yours, screaming and crying. How are you supposed to continue living without your oxygen? Without the reason for your heart to beat for? Without him? You hugged him, hearing the sirens of the ambulance.

"in another life, I'll be yours and you'll stay with me" you kissed his forehead before the medical technicians pulled you away from him. You saw them giving him cpr, but with no use, he's now covered by white material and taken away from you.

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[babyen-ami]

Smile

Lee Heeseung/reader | childhood best friends to lovers | fluff & angst.

Word count: 6.9k

Warnings: depictions of violence, minor character death, alcohol abuse, ideas of self-harm and worthlessness, running away from problems.

Synopsis: Heeseung has always been your best friend. the person that has always supported you through thick and thin. the person with the most beautiful smile, that could light up your whole life. how could you not fall for him?

Notes: This is also published on AO3 under hapenguin. hope you like it!

ⓒ babyen-ami 2021. Do not repost or modify.

The first memory you had of Heeseung was when You were 4 years old. It was an amazingly simple memory, only him smiling at you, with a big, beautiful smile that Made his eyes crease. It was a bright, sunny day. Hence why you were outside playing. You had been chasing him around the garden when he stopped abruptly making you stumble into him and land on top of him. You held out your hand to prevent any injuries, but that only made the situation first because you put all the weight of the fall on your hand that encountered a branch and fresh blood sprung out. Heeseung looked at you with a sheepish smile while you cried your eyes out. He kept repeating how sorry he was and even through your tears you were able to give him a small smile and tell him it was all forgiven. That was enough for the little boy because he was suddenly offering you the most beautiful and grand smile in the world while he held your other hand. His smile distracted you, it calmed you down. and just like that, tears that had been flowing freely came to a sudden halt. He always had a way of calming you. He was the person that kept you grounded even when you were only 4 years old. And His smiles would always be the reason for your smiles. That specific memory was your favorite image in the world.

When You were fourteen your mother died and even though Heeseung's smile made you feel a bit better at the funeral, it could not make up for what you would have to live from there on out. after that, your father had never been the same. At that age you had to start doing whatever work you could only to pay for the bills, so your drunk of a father could keep up with his habits.

After two weeks of you working your ass off and not being able to hang out with Heeseung, he found out. He had walked to your house only to find your dad passed out on the sofa surrounded by bottles of whiskey. Heeseung waited for you to come home on your porch. You finally made it by nine and the moment he looked at you, you saw in his eyes that he knew everything. "How long?" He asked softly. You grimaced but answered, nonetheless. "He's been drinking since my mom died but I've only been working a few weeks."

He did not say a word after that, only stood up and hugged you. Nobody had hugged you since the funeral, and it was like your mind came to accept the reality all at once. Tears started to slip from your eyes, and you murmured "I'm exhausted."

Two years later, you and Heeseung were a well-oiled machine. He was your rock, the person you could always trust and lean on. While you worked 2 part-time jobs and got home to make dinner for your father, he helped by doing your homework and making sure your father didn't kill himself or break something when he got home smelling like alcohol and drugs. You loved your dad, but you also knew that you shouldn't be forced to deal with all of this. You were only 16 for crying out loud. You also loved Heeseung. He had always been a pretty boy in your eyes. even when you were 6 years old and "boys had cooties" you thought that he was pretty and that his smile could light every aspect of your being. But now... You had no words to explain what he meant to you. Sometimes you would get home and he would be there having tucked your dad into bed and waiting for you with a bowl of ramen. In those moments, the only thing that could cross your mind was how beautiful he was, and how thankful you were for having him, and how much you wanted to kiss him. And then he would follow you to bed and he would smile at you and everything would feel better, all your worries dissipated just by looking at his beautiful smile. Then, he would wait until you fell asleep because he knew that if he left before you fell asleep you would stay up all night worried about a hundred different things. And he would sing for you, and each time that he did, you fought to stay awake wanting to hear his voice forever.

It was the first Saturday you had off in weeks and you woke up early deciding that for one day, you would just forget all of it. You walked to Heeseung's house and were received by his mom. She welcomed you with a big smile and a hug and you asked her if you could go wake up Heeseung. She nodded. "But before you go up, could I talk with you?" She asked. "Oh yeah of course"

She led you into the kitchen and offered you coffee which you gladly accepted. "Heeseung has been getting home very late" she started. "Oh, it's all my fault. I'm so sorry" you said hurriedly. "Oh, no honey don't worry I'm not mad. I talked with him 3 days ago and he explained the situation." Your eyes widened and your gut tightened. You wanted to run back to your house. "H-he told you?" You stammered. "Don't worry and please don't be mad at him. I want to help." "You want to help?" You repeated. "Are you going to repeat everything I say?" She said with a smile. "You are always welcome here, and you can ask me for whatever you need," she added. "That's extremely kind of you. Thank you so much" you said quickly because you could feel the heaviness of tears at the bottom of your throat. "You are like a daughter to me so don't even worry about it, now go wake Heeseung up," she said patting your leg in a motherly fashion.

You landed beside Heeseung's body that was currently sprawled on the bed and he grunted. "Wake up," you said in a sing-song tone. He mumbled something like go away but you kept on insisting until he grabbed you by the waist and tugged you so you were lying beside him and then he did something that made your heartbeat so fast you were scared you would have a heart attack. He held you against him. "No, no Heeseung" you whined "it's my only day off and I am not spending it trying to wake you up" you added. He grunted but let you go. He then proceeded to rub his eyes, sit up and smile the sleepiest smile he could muster.

It was 3 in the afternoon and you were laying on the grass of the park near your house. Heeseung was beside you leaning against a tree. Heeseung had been talking about BigHit entertainment, which was a big company right now in the kpop industry thanks to BTS. Heeseung has always adored music. Even when you were he would always be singing and dancing. It was something he was truly passionate about and you could see it in his eyes every time the topic was brought up. "I mean it's just an idea, they're holding auditions, and well..." He was saying nervously as he looked at your blank face. The words in question brought you out of your reverie. "You should totally do it," you said, frankly. "But that means I would have to move to Seoul and it's..." He trailed off. "First make sure you pass the audition. Seungie let's take this one step at a time." You were sure he would pass the audition. He was incredibly talented, and any company would be lucky to have him. You had to tell him to chase his dreams no matter how much it hurt you to see him leave. "Yeah, you're right. Wait! Did you just call me Seungie?" He asked and you just smiled sheepishly at him. "You haven't called me that since we were like ten," he said with a smile.

The auditions passed and the results came. Of course, Heeseung had made it, he was incredibly talented. He came running all the way to your house to tell you that he had passed, only to find you picking up pieces of glass that were scattered all over the living room. "What happened?" He asked forgetting all about the audition. "He hadn't been home in a couple of days and when he got here, I told him that he couldn't just disappear and that I was worried. He started fighting with me and threw the bottle of whiskey against the wall" you answered and carried on with picking up the pieces of the bottle. Heeseung knew it wasn't the best time to tell you, but he had to. "I got in. I'm gonna be a trainee for BigHit" he said quietly. The statement caught you so off base that a piece of glass slipped from your hands and in your reflex to catch it, you cut your hand. "Ow!" You gasped.

You were both in the bathroom. You were sitting on the edge of the sink while he tended to your cut. "I'm not gonna go to Seoul," he said. "What, why not?" You asked immediately. "I can't leave you..." He almost whispered. But you heard him loud and clear. "Don't worry about me. I mean, of course, having your help has been a gift, but I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I stopped you from following your dream" you said firmly "I'm a big girl now, I can take care of myself. Plus, I'm not alone, I have your mom" you added looking him in the eyes. He had just finished putting a band-aid over the cut and his fingers moved up to grab your wrist and pull you down from the sink, while he kept on looking into your eyes. You had always been short. But right now, looking in his eyes, you had to tilt your chin up to be able to do it. He leaned his head down and all the alarms in your mind started going off like crazy. Was he going to kiss you? he was looking at you so heavily and his eyes would drift quickly to your lips and then back up to your eyes. This was it; you were finally going to kiss Heeseung. But before anything else could happen you heard your father yell your name making the both of you jump apart.

The chatter of passenger's surrounded you while you walked next to Heeseung and his family to the gate of the train in which your best friend would be going off to achieve his dream. Your mind was cluttered, and your heartfelt heavy with all of the emotions you were feeling. You were unbelievably proud of him and sure that he would prove just how talented he was. But at the same time, you couldn't help but think about how hard it was going to be without him. Not only were you going to miss him helping you out with all your problems, but you were also going to miss him as your best friend.

After the almost-kiss-incident in the bathroom the other day, you had decided that you were gonna kiss him goodbye today. You couldn’t live with yourself if he left without knowing how you felt for him. plus, you were a hundred percent sure that he would debut, and he would become famous, so you were also a hundred percent sure that you would probably not be seeing much of Heeseung again. It was now or never.

He suddenly stopped and you crashed lightly into him. You were in front of his gate. Heeseung said his goodbyes to his family and his mother started crying softly, so he hugged her again and whispered soothing words in her ear. He then turned to you. There were already unshed tears filling your eyes and he grimaced, grabbing your hand. He hugged you and whispered in your ear "what if I don't leave?" when he said those words, you felt a chill run through you. What if you kissed him and that just increases his desire to not leave? It was only a what-if, but you couldn’t risk making that what if come true. So, you refrained from kissing him.

You pushed him lightly so you could look into his eyes. "If you don't leave, I'm gonna drag you there by your ear," you said sternly. "But... I'm going to miss you" he said sheepishly. "And I'm going to miss you, but we'll talk every chance we get," you said but he still looked torn on whether to get on the waiting train or not. "I'm gonna be fine," you said and shoved him subtly in the direction of the train "go," you told him softly, but he didn't move. He just kept looking at you. So, you shoved him harder "go," you said louder this time. He gave you one last glance and then turned around to get on the train.

It was difficult talking with Heeseung, he was always rehearsing or extremely tired, and you were always working or taking care of your father. But even though it was hard, your chat could show just how much you told each other about your day-to-day. He would talk to you about the song he was currently practicing, and you would tell him about the weird customer that came into the restaurant that day.

two whole years passed this way. dying to see each other but never really having the time or energy. You knew Heeseung called his mother at least once a week, but you were never there when he did. So that's why you considered it extremely weird to have him calling you while he knew you were at work. You chanced a glance at your boss only to see she was busy, so you answered the video call. You were met with his beautiful smiling face. You had seen many pictures that he normally sent to his mom but seeing him smiling in real-time even if it was through a screen made your heart flutter. He had gotten even more handsome if that was possible. "It's been way too long," he said "I've missed your ugly face," he added teasingly. you rolled your eyes but smiled, nonetheless. "I'm at work, can we talk later?" you whispered. "right sorry, it's just something really quick," he told you and then added, "you know the series Big hit and Belift are making to see who the next band to debut will be?" you hummed in agreement and he continued "well I got in." A huge smile made its way onto your face "Seungie that's amazing!" you all but screamed and your boss turned to look at you with a scowl. "Does your mom know? she's going to be so excited." He laughed looking at you fondly "no, you're the first person I wanted to tell" his eyes showed a certain softness that you couldn't quite pinpoint but made you feel giddy. "you're gonna do amazing," you said. "thanks" A weird silence settled over the both of you before he blurted out "I miss you" at the same time your boss grabbed your phone and hung up the call.

Once I-land was announced and the schedule was set for each Friday, you negotiated working extra hours on other days just so you could see Heeseung and feel proud of him. it was the first Friday I-land would be airing and you were currently sitting on the floor of Heeseung's house. His mother and father were both on the couch and his brother was on the individual sofa. "I can't believe my little brother is going to be in a series," His brother said, and you smiled openly proud. "shush it's starting," Mrs. Lee said patting her son's leg.

I-land was a beautiful place, and you were almost jealous of Heeseung. It was surreal seeing him on TV, and he looked so handsome. It was also funny seeing all the other boys fawn over their Hyung. You weren't even surprised when he got into I-land. He was that talented. Seeing him, looking so happy made you happy too. As it had always been, His smile made you smile too. You hadn't felt your heart so light since he had left. It was the best day you had in a while, but that only lasted until you got home. You had stayed at the Lee's household way longer than you would have stayed at work, and for that reason, you weren't home to pick your dad from the stairs and get him into bed.

When you stepped into the house, it was deadly quiet, but your father was sitting calmly in the living room. When he saw you walk in, he spoke. "Where have you been?" "At Heeseung's house," you said. You didn't understand, he didn't seem drunk, but you still couldn't remember the last time he had not been drunk. "Oh, so while you whore around I have to starve to death?" He asked hotly. you walked closer to your father and sniffed him. He reeked of alcohol. "and here I was thinking you could actually be sober" you murmured walking over to the kitchen to make him some dinner.

When you walked to the living room with a hot plate of food, you found your dad sprawled out drinking directly from a bottle. You grabbed his wrist and took the bottle away from him. "no, if I'm going to make you dinner and keep on looking after you, you have to at least drink less!" you exclaimed filled with rage. "you're just a little bitch" he growled and pushed you, making the hot soup land on your arm. Your father grabs the bottle and leaves you to clean up.

Heeseung was sitting eating breakfast while everybody talked cheerfully. "What's wrong Heeseung Hyung?" Jungwon asked and almost everyone turned to look at him. "What do you mean?" "Well, you seem kind of quiet" Geonu chirped. "It's just because I miss my family, I wish I could call them" Heeseung answered simply. "But that's not it," K Hyung said "I mean, we all miss our family" he added looking firmly at Heeseung. "There's a girl!" K exclaimed after a while. It was as if all hell had broken loose. "Tell us about her" somebody yelled and Heeseung felt himself blush. "No, no there's no girl”. "Then why are you blushing?" K asked. Heeseung groaned loudly and said, "her name is y/n, she's my best friend and she has no idea that I like her."

It was the Fourth Friday the show had been airing, and you were currently sprawled on the couch in the Lee's living room. You had now learned to leave food on the table for your dad, and to hide every alcohol bottle in the house. But it seemed you hadn't hidden them well enough because when you walked into your house you found your dad sitting on the living room floor drunk out of his mind and crying over a picture of your mom. All the lights in the house were off and the only light was in the form of a candle surrounding your father. you went to turn on some lights but even if you moved the switch, it wouldn’t turn on. You had forgotten to pay the electric bill. You walked clutching the wall all the way to the bathroom and looked under the loose floorboard where you kept the emergency money. It would all be fine. You would go first thing tomorrow and pay the bill. Except it wasn’t going to be okay. There was no money.

“Dad… did you take the money?” you asked. “yeah! bought some whiskey” he murmured happily and that was your limit for today. You felt tears slip down your cheeks as you ran all the way to the familiar door. The door where Heeseung had always waited for you with open arms. The only difference was that this time, the door opened to reveal a Lee that wasn’t the Lee you wanted. But you still let him envelop you in his open arms…

The next day you sold your phone to be able to pay for the electricity bill, and also save up a little bit. A month ago, the idea of selling your cell phone was completely out of the picture, because it was the only thing that kept you connected to Heeseung. But now… he was busy, and would probably be busy from here on, so you wouldn’t need to keep in contact with him.

Once Heeseung got hold of his phone again, the first person he called, to tell that he had made it to the second part of I-land, was you. But you didn’t answer, all he heard was a beep and a mechanical voice informing him the line had been disconnected. He felt himself grow worried immediately. He called his mom. She answered after two rings. “I got into the second part of the show,” he said almost breathlessly, and his mom screamed in joy. “I knew you would make it; you are so talented. my boy,” she said happily and they both spoke for a while before Heeseung asked. “What happened to y/n’s phone?” “she sold it” was his mother’s short answer “she is probably coming by later if you want to talk to her” she added. “Yeah, I’ll call later,” he said. But he didn’t call. It felt weird not knowing everything that was going on in his best friend’s life. Was this how it was going to be from now on? he hated to think that way, but it seemed as if you didn’t need him anymore.

The second part of I-land started and although you wanted to support Heeseung so badly, you just couldn’t because you were working extra shifts, saving up money, finding ways to stop your father from drinking, and trying to hold yourself up by putting together the pieces of your heart with tape. You had been sleeping at Heeseung’s family house to avoid interactions with your father, but you needed to get some clothes and things from the house. You gathered your courage and opened the door to the house and stepped inside. The house was completely quiet and the sight that greeted you made your blood run cold.

your father was passed out drunk in the middle of the living room. You swore loudly and dropped to the floor beside him to take his pulse. his heart was beating as strong as ever. You knew the best option was to take him to the emergency room, but you didn’t have a car, you didn’t have the money and you didn’t have the will to answer all the questions that were bound to be thrown your way in the hospital. So, gathering all your strength, you dragged your dad to the couch and then proceeded to tuck him in comfortably with a blanket. You decided to take his pulse every few minutes to make sure everything was okay; you also grabbed a bucket to put beside his face for when he started throwing up.

After about an hour you were starting to get extremely worried. tears were streaming down your face and your heart filled with so many emotions you couldn’t understand anything. You were angry at him because he was supposed to be your father, he should be taking care of you, making you happy, but here he was making you grow up before you had to. It wasn’t fair that you had to live through all of this. You were sad and worried because you didn’t want anything to happen to him. Yes, he was horrible with you, and most of the time you hated him, but he was still your father. You were also angry at yourself for feeling sorry for the person who had made your life miserable. Your dad suddenly grunted and stirred on the couch. You felt like oxygen could finally enter your lungs.

You had already grabbed everything you needed and put it into a backpack. Seeing as you had nothing else to do while he woke up, you let anger overtake you. Angry tears streamed down your face as you raided the house looking for every bottle of alcohol you could find. gathering everything in the kitchen, you started opening them and emptying them in the sink not caring about how much noise you were making, and that was your mistake. You were down to the last bottle when you heard a loud cry behind you, and a pair of hands grabbed you, flinging you to the other side of the kitchen.

Your cheek impacted against the oven and you felt something hot trickle down and mingle with your tears. “WHAT DID YOU DO!?” your father asked, and you looked at him blabbering like a fish out of the water “since you decided to be a bitch, give me money to buy more” he added firmly, and although you were shaking with all your might, you said “no” “What did you say?” he said, approaching you and you scrambled to your feet. “I said no!” you screamed “I deserve a father, not this poor attempt you’ve been giving me. You always talk about how YOU lost her, how YOU miss her, how YOU don’t know how to live without her. But let me tell you that I LOST HER TOO!” you continued “and not only did I lose her, but I also lost you too” you finished only to feel a hard slap against your bleeding cheek.

You could see so much anger in his eyes, you immediately started backing up until your back hit the wall. He walked to you and clasped his hand around your throat. “Don’t you fucking dare talk about her” he said through clenched teeth. You were trying but failing miserably at getting air in your system and he seemed to notice you were becoming purple because he let go. You dropped to the ground panting wildly trying to compose your erratic breathing and he kicked you. You grunted in pain. “leave and don’t ever come back,” he said “I don’t even want to see you in this town. If you stay here I’ll know where to find you and not only will I hurt you, but I will also hurt your precious boyfriend’s family” He finished menacingly and you ran grabbing the backpack on your way out. It was already getting dark, so you knew you would have to wait until tomorrow to be able to do something. You decided to go to the people that had treated you better than your own family.

Mrs. Lee heard a knock on the door and went to open it, knowing she would find y/n on the other side. But what she couldn’t have known was that she would find y/n crying, with blood all over her face and the beginning of bruises on her neck. “God! what happened?” she asked worriedly ushering you in. you could barely talk, but in between your sobs, you managed to choke out “my dad” and Mrs. Lee didn’t need any more information to understand what had happened.

Heeseung had no way of knowing that while he was celebrating having obtained second place in the test for that week, you were having the worst day of your life. His prize for obtaining second place was the right to make one phone call. He immediately thought of you, but then remembered you didn’t have a phone anymore. He settled with calling his brother who answered on the fifth ring. “Hello?” “Hyung” Heeseung greeted happily.

You were standing in the kitchen with Heeseung’s brother talking about what had happened when his phone rang. After picking it up a giant smile spread on his face. “Heeseung-ah!” he exclaimed, “what’s going on?” you could hear Heeseung’s giggles through the phone, so when his brother looked at you asking for permission to tell him what had happened, you softly shook your head.

Heeseung laughed loudly as his brother made fun of him and told him that Jay was more handsome than him. He then spoke with his mom, who gave him encouraging words and told him how much she missed and loved him. All this while he knew the cameras were on him, but to speak with the person he wanted to speak to, he wanted to be truly alone. So, he headed to the bathroom. “Mom is y/n there?” he asked softly before his mother could hang up.

what Heeseung didn’t know was that he was on speaker mode and you had heard everything. you nodded softly at Heeseung’s mom and she handed you the phone. “hi” you breathed and Heeseung felt as if his heart wanted to leave his body and find yours. “I’ve missed you,” he said, and you told him that you had also missed him. “I know you probably don’t have much time so I’ll be quick” you started “you are doing amazing on the show and I know for sure that you will debut, and you will be a great idol, and you will help thousands of people to be better just like you did with me.” “Why are you speaking like this?” he asked. “let me finish,” you said, and he kept quiet so you continued “just promise me you won’t forget who you are, and whenever you feel like you can’t, remember all the times you helped me achieve something and believe I am right there with you helping you achieve it” you exhaled and he whispered, “I promise.” “Seungie” you also whispered. “yeah?” “I like you, as more than a friend. I have for a while now” you told him “and don’t say anything, go win the competition and then we’ll talk.” you said your goodbyes and you both stared at the phone similarly, except that the emotions for both of you were completely different.

He was looking at the phone with the biggest smile he could muster. He was genuinely happy. You liked him and he liked you. And once he got to debut and everything, he would help you leave your father’s house, and you would both be happy. He couldn’t wait for what tomorrow would bring. You were looking at the phone while tears dripped down your face, knowing that that was the last time you would speak to him because the next day you would be leaving and not looking back. You dreaded what tomorrow would bring.

Heeseung was picked through the global vote, to debut as a member of Enhypen. Once he was backstage getting ready for a photoshoot after the results had been announced, Heeseung called his mom. He was begging that you were there with her. "Mom!" He said happily. "Honey we just saw it all live. We are so proud of you" she said and after a couple of questions from her, Heeseung was finally able to ask the question that he had been dying to ask since his mom had picked up. "Is y/n there?" he asked. “Heeseung… Uhm...she left.” “oh, isn’t it late for her to be working?” “No Heeseung-ah, things hadn’t been great between y/n and her father, she was basically living here. The day you called, she had gone home to get some things and she came back beaten black and blue. He almost killed her. You called but she didn’t want to worry or distract you with her problems, we didn’t think much of it because we assumed, she would eventually tell you everything. But the next day, we woke up and she was gone with all her things, and we haven’t heard anything from her… that was weeks ago” His mom said. A heavy silence settled between them. “Are you okay honey?” his mother asked worriedly. “I-I am mom… C-can I call you lat-ter?” he stuttered quickly into the phone and before she could give an affirmative, he was already hanging up.

Heeseung thought he was gonna be sick. Fuck, fuck you were gone, and he had no idea what to do to find you. He couldn’t call you; you had no phone. He couldn’t ask your father… because well he was a bastard. They couldn’t report you as a missing person because you were an adult, and they weren’t your family. He felt the beginning of a panic attack. He couldn’t breathe knowing that he might never see you again, never hug you again, he would never be able to kiss you, and that hurt. Jungwon noticed his Hyung was looking pale and having trouble breathing on the car ride to their new dorm. “are you okay?” he asked but Heeseung was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t seem to hear him. all the boys looked at Heeseung waiting for his answer, but nothing came. Sunoo shoved his elder lightly and Heeseung snapped out of it looking at them with an almost scared look on his face. The other boys were worried, but they also knew that they were being recorded for “Enhypen & Hi” so when Heeseung said he would tell them later, they all agreed quietly. Once they were all in the comfort of their own beds and the cameras had been turned off, Heeseung told them everything. From the death of your mother, his feelings for you, your feelings for him, your abusive father, and the fact you had run away, and he would never see you again. None of the boys knew what to say. They understood why you had run away, but they could also see how much it was hurting their Hyung. They couldn’t do much more than telling Heeseung that everything would be fine, even when they had no idea if that was true.

Heeseung debuted. Of course, he debuted. He was talented, kind-hearted, and drop-dead gorgeous. You felt proud.

But you also felt broken...

You were currently working cleaning tables and washing dishes in a run-down restaurant. The pay wasn’t the best, but it was what you could get. It kept you alive, fed... with a roof over your head, but most importantly safe and away from your dad. You missed the Lee’s, missed Heeseung’s mom’s delightful cooking and their warm house. You missed their stories and their affection. But most of all you missed Heeseung. And seeing him on tv doing interviews, talking about his inspirations, and looking the happiest you had ever seen him, or on billboards looking fantastic modeling some new item of clothing or announcing some brand, was a bittersweet pill. It was bitter because you were selfish. And you wanted to be with him, you wanted his beautiful smiles to be only for you like they always had been. You were also jealous of the girls who now got to hear him sing, and you wished that things were different. But they weren’t different and there was nothing you could do about it. But it was sweet because you loved him, and he was happy. He had achieved his goals and the band had now been going for two years strong. He was a fan favorite, he had money, he was surrounded by friends, and still had a good relationship with his family. And at the end of the day, you really couldn’t ask for more. If he was happy, so were you.

It had been almost four years since you had run away. You were sharing an apartment in a neighborhood where you finally didn’t have to worry about somebody breaking and entering in the middle of the night. Your roommate was your co-worker at one of the finest restaurants in Seoul. You were a waitress, and the pay was good. you finally felt financially and emotionally stable. Your life finally felt okay. Of course, you still missed Heeseung, he was the love of your life. But you didn’t think about him as often. You knew he was still a part of Enhypen because you saw him in ads and interviews, but you didn’t try to know much about him because it didn’t do you any good to still be pining after him. You had to move on.

The two maknaes had been yapping Heeseung’s ears off for about a week, constantly talking about the new hip restaurant in Seoul and how they were really dying to go try it. He wasn’t surprised when their manager told them that everything had been arranged and they would be going to dinner at that restaurant. supposedly, the restaurant had really good food and a very hip theme, but he really hadn’t paid much attention to what Sunoo had been saying.

you arrived for your shift at the restaurant and your boss Mina called you to the side before you could start. “Y/n-shi, I just wanted to ask if you could handle a couple of VIP customers that are coming at seven,” she said. “Uhm yeah of course” “Great, the hostess will guide them to their separate table and tell you so you can serve them. Is that alright?” Mina asked. “Yeah, it’s fine,” you said, and she reminded you to be on your best behavior before leaving you to work.

The hostess guided them to a separate room with a courteous smile and Heeseung sat in between jake and jay. They were handed menus and told their waitress would be with them in a bit. The boys were talking loudly while Heeseung had his head stuck in the menu reading over what he wanted to eat.

The hostess of the restaurant told you that the VIP customers were waiting at their private table, so you started walking there while you redid your high ponytail. once you got to the table you cleared your throat and grabbed your notepad and your pen. “Hello, my name is y/n and I will be your server tonight,” you said without looking up. And you did not look up until you heard an interested sound. In front of you were the boys from Enhypen and a very pale-looking Heeseung.

“Oh! you have the same name as the girl Hyung used to love” The one you recognized as Niki said looking at Heeseung and then back at you. Niki noticed you were both looking at each other with your eyes wide open and pale in the face and immediately shut up. Heeseung was here. sitting right in front of you. He looked so grown up, and so handsome. seeing him there made you want to just go up to him and hug him. “it’s really you?” Heeseung said almost in a whisper “I’m not dreaming?” he added and that snapped you out of your thoughts. “I-can get-t someone else to waiter you if-f it’s too uncomfortable” you rushed out tripping over your words. You turned hastily around ready to bolt out of the room before you had to face further embarrassment. “wait!” a voice called, but it wasn’t Heeseung’s. You turned back to them “you’re really Heeseung’s y/n?” Jungwon added. your heart fluttered wildly at the thought of being Heeseung’s. You were lost for words, so you nodded softly playing with your hands. Jay suddenly spoke up “uhm… let’s all go to the bathroom,” he said awkwardly shoving all of the members in the direction of the bathroom so you and Heeseung could talk in private.

Heeseung could feel his hands sweating. He no longer knew how to talk to you, or at least he didn’t know how to start this conversation. “I missed you” he suddenly blurted out and saw how your cheeks filled with color. “I missed you too,” you said, and he felt his heart start to thump at a crazy pace. During the last few years, he had told his members many times that he was over you, but that just wasn’t true. He decided to stand up because it felt weird having this conversation when you were both in different levels of height. “Why didn’t you tell me about what happened with your dad?” he asked, “or why didn’t you stay and let my family help you?” he added. “he threatened me, that if I stayed, he would not only harm me but also your family and I...” you let silence overtake the room while you put your ideas in order. “I just couldn’t let that happen.” Your eyes showed so much emotion that he took a step closer and you took a shaky intake of breath. “And I didn’t tell you because you would’ve wanted to help, but I couldn’t ask for your help when you were that close to achieving your dreams,” you said looking at the wall on your left. Heeseung suddenly invaded your personal space and engulfed you in a hug. you were frozen to the spot for a couple of seconds, but then you hugged him back. “I am so glad you are okay. I was so worried” he whispered into the hug and you felt tears start to sting at your eyes. “You told me the night I called you that you liked me, do you still like me?” he asked, and you gave a shy nod. His eyes lit up and he grabbed your chin. “That night, you also told me not to say anything until I debuted, and I finally debuted. So here it is I love you, I have for a while now” he said and let his hand engulf your cheek while his lips came onto yours in a kiss.

#enhypen #enhypen fic #lee heeseung #park jongseong #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #engene #kpop #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios

[rayne-storm]

AUgust 6 - Gaming

Title: MOON QUEEN

Fandom: Hyperdrive

As always, Hyperdrive belongs to my beautiful and talented BFF @rad-infiniitum / @starburnedfarrago

This was just super fun to write, and although the logistics as presented are just absolutely whack, I hope you enjoy!!

She smiled as she hit the buttons with routine familiarity, starting her stream. She smiled gently as she addressed her followers and her little intro video played.

There was her channel name: STELLA-PY , and the letters rearranged themselves to some bubbly synth music to: LETS-PLAY and faded out to reveal the title card for the game that she was tackling today.

"Good afternoon, guys! It's me, Stella-Py!"

"Py" in this case was pronounced "Pie," and the comments she had received about the similarity mixed with her heavier frame were old news long ago. She kept herself in a small frame at the corner of the video, just because she knew she tended to make silly faces playing spookier games, and if anyone really got a sense of her size from that, she applauded their eye for detail. Any hate got pretty quickly removed from the chat thanks to a friend who maintained it, and her lovely (if few) fans.

"Today, we're doing something new and short, while I recover from the awful, awful fetus monster. This is one you guys have been telling me to try!"

She pulled up the application on her computer, and a solid wall of blue illuminated her screen. From the wall, white letters in a vintage font appeared one by one to reveal:

"QUEST FOR THE MOON QUEEN"

Stella smiled and let the elegant chiptunes that came after the letter play for a moment before starting to speak again.

"That's right, folks! Quest For The Moon Queen was published seven years ago to itch.io by an anonymous, indie developer that only called themself 'BL00 SCR33N.' It's remained relatively obscure since then, which is a shame because it looks so cute! From what I've seen, this is an adventure game where the player is this adorable little knight, trying to rescue and woo the titular Moon Queen. I'm super excited to get into it, and please make sure to put asterisks before any spoilers to hide them!"

She paused to let the chat catch up, answering a couple of questions about her day, how the baby cow was doing, and when she would do a baby cow reveal (the poll for the baby cow name was still going, Moomin being the leader by far). The chat satisfied, she hit ENTER on her keyboard, and the screen slowly darkened.

First came a little tutorial.

There was a little blue knight in front of a white screen, and little floating text walked the player through the various movements they could do. It was relatively simple, arrow keys to move, space to jump, and a couple of keys or mouse clicks to shoot a little spark.

After the tutorial came an adorable side-scrolling adventure where the little blue knight jumped over hurdles and shot sparks at bees and little black boomerang-like shapes.

Three levels of slightly increasing difficulty later, there was a boss fight.

The boss was labeled "THE DICTATOR" and a chiptune-version of ABBA's "Voulez-Vous?" played. The knight grew a little taller, and was faced suddenly by a giant black tarantula with a hundred glowing red eyes.

The sparks were ineffective, and Stella began to panic when she noticed a small sword icon. Interacting with that froze the boss and brought up an option screen:

"CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON"

MY STRENGTH

MY SPIRIT

Well, wasn't that unique?? Stella immediately chose to fight with "SPIRIT" and the scene dissolved into a cute little cutscene.

The little knight stood before THE DICTATOR, trembling only slightly in the presence of the fierce enemy.

"I must go!" The knight proclaimed in chiming little chirps

"But why?? You have served me loyally all this time!"

"I must find my own path, and you must care for your fallen kingdom."

The scene dissolved again, and the spider rolled over, defeated.

Stella felt there was more to the story, but could only really comment on how sweet that was.

"This is such a cute little game! You guys are the best, and if anyone has any idea how to get in contact with the person who developed this, please let them know that I love it so much!!"

The next levels were water-themed (of course), leading up to a new boss fight:

THE EXILE.

This boss was a massive squid, with pink tendrils that acted as hair. The blue Knight's sparks again were ineffective, and again Stella was presented a choice:

THE EXILE HAS REPLACED YOU. CHOOSE YOUR REACTION:

COMPASSION

CRUELTY

Stella again went for the softer route, and again, the screen dissolved.

Surprisingly, the squid-like creature shrunk to being smaller even than the Blue Knight.

"I am afraid, Knight."

"Why are you afraid? You have everything you could ever want, now."

"Because I am so small, and this world is so big."

The knight knelt and gently hugged the little creature.

"Take heart, EXILE, for there are many large things, but there is only one of you. Develop your skills, grow your talents, and the world will bend for you."

The EXILE bobbed happily, nodding.

"Thank you Knight! Good luck on your journey!!"

The EXILE swam away, and the Knight progressed.

So it went, with such bosses as:

THE CORINTHIAN, an eagle dressed like a glam-rocker, who the Knight could either PLUCK or APPLAUD. Applause led to the Knight clapping and giving the creature a CD to sing along to.

a giant troll THE BEAST that offered a stealth option to SNEAK around or SLAY.

THE PRETENDER, a shadowy silhouette of a woman, and the Knight could choose KILL or KINDNESS. Kindness led to the Knight patting the shadow on the back, and with each little pat more of the sprite filled in until the shadow became a dark-skinned woman in a space suit.

Finally, about two hours of play later, the knight was jumping on clouds and was faced with the final boss:

THE DEMON.

This boss was a massive metal insectoid, and Stella waited for the choice to appear, but a minute of waiting led to her health being knocked down halfway, and a message popping up:

NOT EVERY BATTLE HAS A SOLUTION. DRAW YOUR SWORD AND FIGHT.

That felt… wrong.

The chat was exploding to fight back as the monster hit the Knight, but she just couldn't.

Tears in her eyes, she removed her hands from the keyboard.

The health bar was knocked down to zero.

NOT EVERY BATTLE CAN BE WON the screen proclaimed, as it began to fade.

Suddenly, a shower of pink and green lights fluttered down.

The chat began to go crazy. This, it seemed, had never been discovered before. Everyone always fought the monster, and gained a trite little victory screen, the little Blue Knight doing a little dance.

This was something completely new.

NOT EVERY BATTLE CAN BE WON.

BUT SOMETIMES LOSING YOURSELF ALLOWS ANOTHER TO LIVE.

The metal shell of the boss began to melt, and out floated a beautiful woman, pale-skinned with pink and green hair, and nearly translucent green wings that shimmered and glowed.

She floated down to the body of the little fallen Knight and kissed his head. The knight slowly stood.

"Thank you, Blue Knight, for your compassion. Thank you for setting me free. You do not have to hide yourself any longer."

The armor melted away from the knight, and an adorable little creature with blue skin, long ears, and yellow eyes remained.

The descriptions of the characters changed. The Blue Knight became THE REGRETFUL SOUL, and what once was THE DEMON became…

THE MOON QUEEN.

"Thank you, my lady," the REGRETFUL SOUL chirped, and they took each other's hands.

The MOON QUEEN scooped up the little creature, and began to fly up the screen with him. As they reached the top, they turned and faced the screen.

THANK YOU, PLAYER, FOR ABSOLVING OUR GUILT AND SETTING US FREE.

The screen faded to black, and Stella initially thought it had completely ended. She was about to exit out of the program (still sobbing), when a little message slowly flowed up from the bottom:

TO LUNA.

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU.

-NEIL

Stella couldn't help crying harder, and blubbered out her closing spiel. The chat still kept going absolutely crazy, some claiming that this was a hacked copy of the game, or that they totally knew about the secret ending. Suddenly a new kind of message began exploding:

The game was gone.

It wasn't on itch.io, or any other site that the chat could find.

What in the world…?

Stella figured that she would deal with the implications of that later, saying goodbye and logging out of her stream.

She gave herself a few more minutes to cry before she heard the soft ping of a new email.

She sighed and opened it, ready to be assaulted by some kind of anger (per usual when she streamed), and was surprised to see the sender was going by "BL00 SCR33N."

She opened the message, and it simply read:

"You saved the knight and the Moon Queen. Congratulations. Want to meet up?"

After that was a phone number.

This was a terrible idea.

She called.

#au gust 2021 #rayne writes #my writing #fanfic #Hyperdrive

[theseagull16]

Warning the following content includes swearing ideas of suicide attempted suicide and depression and anxiety and mental illness detailed graphic descriptions and sexual references and criminal acts which could be upsetting to some viewers viewers discretion advised before reading the rest of this post remember this is all of my own oc is not official and I don't know how to make it if it's even possible anyone knows please comment but for now is this is my personal SCP but other Scps mentioned are real as in official

First encounter and and recovery logs

Scp-691 Dizzy was found in a French town in the countryside called ---- the entire town and everything in it was completely infected with SCP-691, scp-691-A. Dizzy was found in the town completely depressed with tears running down the face she was only one not affected. mtif soldiers were first entered into the area from rumours of screaming people in the distance turns out these people were local people of the town Dizzy then confessed of causing all the panic and suffering even explain her powers she fell to her knees and demonstrated her power by covering the car in green veins she then tryed to commit suicide by grabbing a gun from a mtif soldier and try shoot through her mouth of course it had no effect the bullet bounced off her mouth and she gust spit it out according to her she already realised she was immortal but wanted to try anyway over 6 soldiers were force to be hospitalized after being infected by effects of touching the green veins and 14 injured by civilians and animals who were infected they had to walk back on foot due to the car causing infection dizzy did not hesitate and just continue crying as mtif soldiers took her to the nearest facility they were unable to handcuffs on her but she refused to escape basically didn't have anywhere to go it was later discovered the girls name was Dizzy lalelu and she was the oldest of a family of 6 she later told her story she was a young girl suffering from severe cases of schizophrenia up until recently her schizophrenia was controlled due to medication but due to money problems in the area medicines was taken out and replaced with fake ones in the pharmacy she symptoms quickly cause severe effect to the point of her seeing monsters and seeing everything around to be holistic entities with no peace she was desperate for help and was on the edge of suicide her parents refuse to take it to an insane asylum knowing that she was most likely due to asylums at the time having poor health records and rumours of abuse including rape, assault, humiliation, and experimentation in a last ditch desperate attempt of a attempt of a cure other than suicide she ran out of her parents house and to a small cottage where she had a witch once lived the which told her that she can cure her schizophrenia and illnesses she desperately beged for it threatening to commit suicide if she didn't and the which agreed she was received a bracelet and when the bracelet was put onto her it released green veins after a few seconds the schizophrenia had gone no traces of it in a site vision and she saw no more monsters not realizing but now everything she touched became sick or infected with her poison as she called it. first victim she realised her potential was her younger sister the second after she ran back home she peted her sister shoulder, causing unstoppable Caesars and the second victim was her mother when she Hugged her she suffered from super severe case of dehydration leaving her to the equivalent of a mummy shocked of her powers in a seat panic realising that everything she touched became sick she went to the centre of town people start to surrounding her concerned of her panic state she then entered a state of extreme stress causing energy to surround her causing a boom effect knocked down everything around her in close proximity and infected the whole town in the poison

Comment from Rocky jones leader of the NTIF team that 1st discovered dizzy.

"It .. it was the most horrific thing I have ever seen bodies being ripped apart by each, other by themselves, horses with green veins smashing their head on the wall from pain. They look like zombies. There was 1 horse that was spet in 2 literally its torso was completely removed from its body and both part's of it still alive blood and everything. Still moving, screaming like a maniac. With half of it head complete destroyed brain tissue exposed."

Examples of subjects infected with the poison

Interview recorded 1950s recording has been taken 46 hours after first recovery of the SCP for further enquiry mince note everything in green is Dizzy everything in blue is interviewer

Extreme crying can be heard through the interview (gasp noise) please tell me where is my family,... are they o-ok are they still... I can't even say it please tell me! Are they ok. I don't mean of any this to happen. Continued crying

I don't know personally what happened but parents and siblings are getting the best medical treatment as possible I'm sorry about what happened

Don't be. This is all my fault really want to be suffering is me

Could you elaborate on that please

I just wanted to be better like before I couldn't take it anymore the voices the screaming the torture even in my sleep it doesn't go away I had no choice it goes against everything but I had to. It was this or suicide I had to

Head to what exactly

Get these powers you dumbass it was only for help me to be cured but she tricked me it was not a cure it cured me but I can't enjoy it everyone around me stuff worse than I did it's torture please make it stop

Believe me we are trying to

Or just kill me already

You're trying to help you not harm you

I don't give a shit I'm already suffering if you really want to help me just kill me already I don't care anymore

Even if we wanted to kill you are kind of impossible you seem to be immune to any sort of harm you already tried hanging yourself according to a security cameras you stayed hanging there for over 4 hours and literally no effect not even a mark on your neck from where the nuws was you try to shoot yourself through the mouth using one of the soldiers guns from when we first got you even if we tried more I don't think can be killed

Of course she wanted me to suffer for later and this is the best way to do it and not even get me the way out by any means what is exactly is going to happen to me now and those people I don't want them to suffer anymore not there fault you know

well those people will be treated and if lucky have a full recovery it's not guess the same fate as you keep them until we figure out how to reverse this or help you.

So I'm going to be stuck in here like prison

I wouldn't call it a prison of more like a hospital or a care facility

I'm might be now contagious but I'm still as smart as before I know a hospital or a care facility shor some of them are terrible but but at least people are not screaming being dragged off to who knows well being locked into rooms forced into rooms and banging onto walls and screaming like I said I see it more of a prison so don't sugarcoat it

End interview subject later confessed to whole story after calming down and after realising anyone who got sick if he comes cured after 62 hours. ln the last 60 years Dizzy has still suffered slight chase of depression and anxiety and sometimes nightmares due to her tormatic experience but mostly recovered and doesn't seem to affect her personality and punishing guards and infecting stuff and pulling labyrinth pranks on them due to her hated with Dr bright and make him sick many times some rules have now been added to Dr blight it's not to-do listwhich include Dr bright is not allowed to indirectly insult Dizzy in live video feed it was horrible the stuff finding you all beaten up and watching you being beaten up on live camera feed when Dizzy found it and entered your room whilst you were filming little advice lock the doors before you do anything with Dizzy, Dr bright is not allowed to deliberately piss off Dizzy especially by ways of insulting her hair unless you want to be infected with a disease that make you lose all your hair your body or get all your hair cut off Madeleine when you were unconscious, Dr bright is not allowed to leave food with Dizzy especially if you're serving it to people that upset Dizzy in anyway seriously 60 people got food poisoning from you doing that, Dr bright is not allowed to upset SCP that are attached to Dizzy and then tell people where he's hiding she just torture that person until they tell her where you are hiding

#Dr bright #ocs #Dizzy #my art

[rogue-barnes-16]

HEAL ME (part X/X)

Summary: She was a nurse. He was a soldier. They fell in love at first sight. It was beautiful, true love. But something isn’t beautiful because it lasts.

Pairing: 40's!Bucky Barnes x nurse!Reader

Title: I'll be seeing you

Genre: hypocritical fluff

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Warnings: language, feels, angst shit

A/N: final chapter, but there's a EPILOGUE left, welcome to the peak of angst of these series. Also, I use Roman numbers for my chapters, but my bestfriend commented the other day that most people don't find it easy to understand??? Let me know if you can understand them easily plz <3.

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Soon I was in an American bus, making my way to Brooklyn, more specifically to the Barnes' house.

All I remembered from the previous days was crying for Bucky, because he was not supposed to die, because I loved him and because he loved me.

I should have gone to the mission with them, I should have argued more, he would eventually have given in ;I should have tell him I loved him, even if I had told him already, even if he knew it; I shouldn't have gotten mad at him for protecting me, at least not in that moment.

It wasn't fair, because now I had to live with the guilt, and not just the one that came with Bucky’s death, but also the one that hit me after Steve's.

I never would get to apologize with any of them, I would never be able to make amends with those two Brooklyn boys.

I pushed back all those thoughts for a moment, and after taking a deep breath, I knocked the Barnes' door and waited for them to open it.

"Y/n? Darlin' so good to see you again!" Mrs. Barnes greeted, slowly opening the door. "what're ya doin' here, hun?" I didn't open my mouth, I couldn't part my lips. "you came to visit ya ma?" her voice had dropped subtly, almost as if she knew.

She knew, but was waiting for me to deny it.

I didn't shake my head no, I didn't speak the dreadful news, I only took one of my hands to my bag and grabbed Bucky’s military hat.

As I handed it to Mrs. Barnes, I saw the color leaving her face, but she didn't cry. "Where's Steve? Why isn't he with ya, hun?" her trembling voice asked in a puddle of nerves.

This time I did shake my head no, and tears were spilled. I didn't notice Rebecca coming to us until she was sobbing too.

"I'm sorry..." I apologized in a broken whisper. "It's my fault" I didn't even realize what I was saying, not even when they turned to look at me. "It's my fault he's dead... I'm- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It's my fault" confusion showed up on their faces while they looked at me. I finally broke down to tears, covering my mouth with one hand, trying desperately to hold back the sobs because I didn't deserve to cry with them. "I'm sorry" I repeated, but this time came out too broken to be understood, too muffled to be heard. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see the two women. "I'm so sorry- it's my f-fault I-" the sobs turned worse and my head started to spin. I had to hold onto the door frame because now with my eyes closed, the only thing I could see was Bucky's face. "I should've been there... Oh God I should have been there I'm sorry... I'm so sorry- Oh my God-"

I felt someone's trembling arms hugging me. "it ain't your fault, Y/n." it was Rebecca's voice. "it ain't on you."

A Month Later

"Y/n, love!" Mary, my bestfriend, called my name from the entrance of our house. "There's a man here who wanna see ya!"

After what happened to Bucky and Steve, after all the guilt and the sorrow, I didn't think twice before leaving the Howling Commandos. Some of the boys had tried to talk me out of it, but they couldn't have changed my mind about a decision I had made more than two years ago.

To my surprise, the boy standing in front of Mary, was non other than the one who supported my decision. "Gabe?"

"Hey" he gave me a small smile while I requested Mary to leave us. "How ya doin'?"

"I'm just trynna live" I quietly replied, stepping aside and motioning him to get in. "How come you're here?"

He hesitantly stepped in the living room, looking around. "I... We've been cleaning up" I nodded, closing the door before sitting in the sofa. "and Uh..."

"I took my things when I left." I informed him, figuring he might have mistaken and item in Bucky’s things for something mine.

"yeah, no, but-" he cleared his throat and, after taking his hand to his bag, he handed me an envelope. "this got ya name."

I stared at the envelope for a while. It had my name written over it, not just once, but four times. Three of them were crossed out, like he had been going to give it to me, and then he had regretted it.

"Morita had it between his things... Apparently Bucky gave it to him the day-"

"I don't want it" I muttered, unaware of the tears streaming down my cheeks until one fell over the same envelope.

"I'll leave it here, though." Gabe stated, getting up "in case you change your mind."

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

I didn't read the letter.

But it sat there, in my tiny wooden nightstand, and I was greeted with that view every morning, when I woke up to go to work in Kew Gardens General Hospital; every evening, when I came back and went to sleep; every singled time I entered.

And it wasn't like I couldn't remove it from the nightstand and put it inside that brass box of photographs an small things I had from War.

I could grab the damn letter and put it in that box that I knew I wouldn't open in several years, but I wasn't able to.

Because it was Bucky’s letter. It was what he had written me God knows when, it was a letter he had planned to give me several times, but something made him change his mind.

It wasn't just a letter.

It was something else, something I was completely sure that if I opened, I would throw away any opportunity of moving on.

But did l want to move on from that witty, kind-hearted brunette that I had fallen for in a crowded Brooklyn bar?

Days passed by, and in a sunny morning, after driving my bestfriend child to school, I decided I didn't want to move on just yet.

I waited until the kid had jumped out the car to open the envelope.

My shaky hands tore it, and something fell to the car's floor.

A ring. A beautiful wedding ring that made me let out the first sob.

Y/n,

If you receive this letter is because something bad happened to me.

I'm sorry doll, I really wanted to tell you how I feel about you, but I chickened out every time you talked to me.

I'm sure it wouldn't have happened if we'd come this close before I was captured.

I want you to know I fell for those fiery eyes and that damn smile the first time you asked me to dance that night back in Brooklyn, and I hope you know how thankful I am to have been able to meet that gal in the blue dress again, to get to know her.

I'm so mad at myself because I lost the opportunity to tell you.

Bucky

I didn't understand the point of this letter, since he had already told me most of the things written down. Then I realized he had written and crossed my name a few times.

This was the first version.

I'm glad I kissed you again, it felt really nice and gave me hope, but again but I know how is war, and I know you'll end up receiving this letter.

I love you, doll, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you.

I turned the page, tears streaming down my cheeks.

Don't read anything of the other side of the letter, I wrote it before this mission. I wrote it every time I thought I could die, for you to have something mine.

God I'm sorry, I know it sounded stupid, but I want you to remember me. Please, don't forget me.

A couple of nights ago you asked me what would happen if you died. Doll, you're not gonna die while I'm alive, and that's why I know you'll end up receiving this.

I love you Y/n

I knew I was gonna start to read the last version of the letter, and I was not ready. But I couldn't leave it now.

Y/n,

I hope you don't receive this, I wanna come back, I have something really important to do.

I'm 100% 90% sure that I'll get to cross out your name again, and the moment I do, I'm gonna trash this stupid letter and we'll go to Brooklyn.

But in case I'm wrong, in case you receive this, I want you to know that this ring was for you. It still is, it always will, because I'm in love with you and not even death can change that.

I'll be seeing you.

Yours, Bucky.

I couldn't physically move, I was catatonic.

This couldn't be happening to me, I refused to accept his intention was to propose the moment Stark landed in England with Zola, I refused to believe his things were packed because he meant it when he told me we were coming back to Brooklyn.

I convinced myself that it wasn't true for years

6 Years Later

I was picking up the mail when I noticed a particularly odd envelope with my name.

LIEUTENANT Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N:

We are recruiting former soldiers and agents for a new unit, born from the ashes of the Strategic Scientific Reserve, and founded by Agent Margaret Elizabeth Carter.

We are in need of an expert in the medical field, and miss Carter assured us there was no better nurse than you.

In case you need more information, come to visit us to the address written in the back of the envelope.

Edwin Jarvis

One single envelope that was about to change my life.

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[sweettaylor1213]

My Lover Secret Session experience 💗

First of all, I really appreciate Taylor. Thanks to Taylor, I have had the most wonderful time in my life. I'm not good at English, but I want to write about this experience.

On July 22, I received a DM from Taylor Nation on Twitter. TN sent me a message at 1AM Japan time, but I was working so I noticed it at 8PM the same day.

I felt that the time stopped when I saw this. Because the word that "CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE!" was written there. I knew what this words meant. I never imagined that I would get a DM from Taylor Nation, so I thought this was a dream and read the message over and over again.

There was written that wanted to know my information, and I hurriedly replied. After that, I found out that I received the same message on Tumblr too so I also replied on there. The next day TN sent me a reply “Thanks :)” on Tumblr.

I was glad that TN read my reply. But I couldn't get any more replies a day later.

So I thought I lost some precious opportunity because of my late reply. I regretted my late reply and became sad. I felt very sad for this two days.

However, I received a call from TN on July 24th. TN contacted me at 11AM Japan time. In the United States, although it was late at night, TN chose a time when I could get a call for me.

I usually work from 10AM in the morning, and that day happened to start at a later time than usual. This coincidence allowed me to pick up a call from TN. I thanked this miracle.

On this phone, TN asked me where I lived and how old. And they also asked that I could come to LA and that I'm interested in the event. I tried to understand the English spoken by TN and of course I told them that I wanted to go to this event.

They carefully explained the details of the event to me. Since I was worried about my understanding, I checked with TN many times. Nevertheless, they took long time to help me understand. I really appreciate the kindness of TN.

I was in a hurry and prepared to go to LA. My parents were wondering about this invitation, but there was no option not to go to me. I had to keep this invitation secret after receiving this contact. I kept a secret to avoid this event being canceled.

August 4 I flew from Japan to LA. This was my first trip to the United States. I was excited and nervous for this few days.

And finally, on August 6, I went to the designated place for the meeting time. I was worried that this event would be not held until I met the person in charge.

When I finished the reception, there were already a lot of swifties. There were people I saw on SNS and my friend that I met before. I was very happy to meet them.

Some of the participants were invited from all over the world, of which two were Japanese. I was relieved that there was another Japanese person.

We waited for about an hour at the place, then divided into several cars and boarded and went to the venue. It wasn't Taylor's house but it was a very nice house.

First, I ate some snacks in the garden of the house. There are also sweets such as M&M's with "Lover" that I saw on SNS before, and I enjoyed it.

After eating and enjoying conversations with friends, I went to the living room. There was one chair, and I could predict that Taylor would sit on that chair. A few minutes later... TAYLOR ENTERED THE LIVING ROOM!!

Tears came out naturally after seeing Taylor because I realized that there was a person I loved the most in the world in front of me. I honestly doubted that I could meet Taylor until I actually saw her. I still remember the excitement at this time clearly.

At the secret session in the living room, Taylor told us a lot & introduced the album's songs. I'm not allowed to publish details such as what Taylor has told us and the theme of the song, but there is no doubt that this time was SO AMAZING!!!

We left the living room and returned to the garden. From there, we were called one by one and given time to talk with Taylor. I waited there for about 2 hours because I was called late. While I was waiting, I ate Lover cookie & handmade chocolate chip cookie. And I talked about the song with other participants and shared my impressions.

At last it was my turn and I entered the living room. That's means I COULD MET TAYLOR ALISON SWIFT!!!!

Taylor was there and greeted me with a huge smile. I was delighted that this moment I had dreamed of for many years came. I was trying to tell Taylor how much I appreciate you and how much I love you, but before that, she told me many times "Thank you!".

Taylor asked me where I came from. I told her that I was from Japan. Then she thanked me because I'm coming from far away.

I was really glad that Taylor knew my existence. Taylor told me "I saw your picture Moeka, you made a sign like a cat for the tour right?" I was moved by this words from her. I had never been noticed by her before, so I couldn't believe she knew me. I posted about the signboard more than half a year ago but she remembered my post. I was happy that she remembered it.

I also explained to Taylor about the dolls I made. When I told her that I deposited it with TN, she promised to receive it. I hope she actually sees my handmade doll. To give her this doll was one of my dreams.

After a little talk, Taylor suggested that I take a picture. The house had a balcony and the night view was so beautiful that she suggested that I take a picture with the night view in the background. Of course I was willing to accept it and I asked Taylor to hug with you and take a picture. Taylor accepted my hope and hugged me tightly.

I talked her much thanks for being invited here. And she said "Of cours!" to me.

Taylor always thanked me after taking the photo. I'm thankful to her so much, but she kindly talked to me a lot.

At the end, I told her my Tumblr account and asked me to find me. Then she said "Sure". And she told me to go back to Japan safety. She hoped for my safety and she was kind to the end.

I felt that my time with Taylor was very short. I couldn't tell everything I wanted to tell with tension. But this time is an irreplaceable treasure for me.

I have only been able to see her from a distance in the show so far, but this was the first time that I could actually have a conversation. She was a very beautiful and wonderful person.

She was always hold hands when I was talking. And she also hugged me many times, some of which crouched to my height. I realized her kindness many times.

I can't express my emotions well in words because of too much HAPPYYY!! :)

I received a present from TN and left the living room. These presents are really good and these became my treasure. Then I got on the bus and returned to the meeting place. I still couldn't believe that this wonderful thing happened to me.

After returning, I took a picture with my friend and returned to my hotel. Then I reported that "I MET TAYLOR" on Twitter. And many friends celebrated me.

The next morning the photo that ME & TAYLOR was sent to me from TN. I couldn't confirm the picture when I took it. So when I saw my photo, I knew Taylor was laughing with her teeth. It was my dream that Taylor's smile with her teeth, so I was impressed again to see this photo. My M&G photo is my favorite!

I was able to have this wonderful experience thanks to the support of many people. I thank all the friends who RTed my posts and tagged Taylor to my posts. Moreover, thanks to Taylor, I was able to get to know people from all over the world. This encounter is a miracle.

Some people may think that I don't deserve to meet Taylor. I don't even know if I deserve it. I'm sorry for taking your opportunity. I was just lucky.

I had never been noticed from Taylor so I thought I would never meet her for a lifetime. I was giving up my dream. However, Taylor knew me. My dream suddenly came true. She always sees swifties posts on Twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr. So never give up your dream. Your opportunity will come. I wish everyone happiness.

My English is not good. But thank you for reading till the end. I can't write all my experiences, but I'm glad if my happiness is conveyed to you.

Lastly, To Taylor. Thank you for making my dream come true. Definitely I will never forget this day. Of course I'll keep supporting you and I love you forever and always.

Lover Secret Sessions LA

- August 6th, 2019 🏹

[r-romanoff]

Photon Blasts & Spider Webs

Chapter: 1 Part 2

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Master list

Chapter Summary: Cliches are seeming kinda frequent come your second day, and Bucky honestly can't say Sh*t

September, 23, 2019

"So, any new friends?" Wanda asked driving the two of you home. Yes actually. A girl Named Betty and some of her friends I think, I'm not really sure I don't know if they like me yet. Oh and this one weird kid Peter although he's more of an acquaintance though. I'm still getting to know him, kinda strange seeming." I then begin to explain my whole day and how it unfolded. "Look at that I'm so proud of you!" She smiles and laughs in a joking way. "Just don't blast any kids in the face this time." The burnett begins to chuckle even more, earning an embarrassed response. "Hey I was seven! I'm still mad Natasha told you. May she rest in peace." " "Amen. So wanna stuff our faces with food until we pass out" "Do I!!!"

September, 24, 2019

"Ok um... where to put you" the chem lab teacher mutters to himself. Then comes a somewhat loud voice. "There's an empty seat next to Peter." A random student sitting herself seemed like he didn't want anyone else sharing his space. She had wavy brown hair and a light mocha skin color, and she was wearing mostly black. "Good idea, wait. Where is Parker?" The teacher answered back, looking around the class room I quickly scan to see if the Peter I meet was to be seen. If it was that Peter was at all, "I'm here sorry I'm late Mrs. Watterson." Yup it was that same weird Peter from physics, and the hallway. "Good Y/N will be your partner from now on." The teacher concluded, as Peter began to walk to his desk I decided to fallow behind when it happened. I tripped.

Better yet someone had tripped me with their foot. As I fell I feel myself accidentally knock over some of the tubes and substances from desks nearby. Trying to cling on to my dignity, while accidentally bringing down Peter Parker with me. Both unwillingly but instinctively clenching on to his sweater Turning him around hoping not to fall we hit the ground, me landing on top of him, him laying there to cushion my fall. Unfortunately not doing the same to all I had knocked over glass beakers and cylinders crashing to the ground. Substances mixing in the air as I finally landed on him. Both of us cover in what ever it was that fell. Still in shock from what had seemed like the longest fall of my life all I'm able to mutter out while still grasping onto the boy was; "uh i-I." The situation getting a whole lot worse with my classmates beginning to open their mouths. "Aw My Shoes!" One kid yelled; "My Jacket..." an other complained seeming just as shocked as I was.

Speaking of shocked as the chattering increased the whole class began to lose control at what happened. No longer delaying the inevitable I look up at Peter, his face painted with shock, disbelief, and cluelessness but I couldn't really blame him either. And then it happened again; "Hey look Parker's got a boyfriend!" Shit it got worse. My face flushed pink in embarrassment, I immediately let go of Peter leaving visible marks on his sweater from where I was holding on, on his are and chest. Attempting to stand up I begin to stumble on my own two feet trying to avoid stepping on Peter sparing us any moment embarrassment, I storm out of the classroom my shirt dripping in what ever the mixed liquids were. All I could hear now were the faded noises of the chemistry lab and the teacher calling after me.

It wasn't until about thirty seconds later that I now realise someone is following me. I instantaneously come to a halt and begin to hold onto my elbows, hugging them when I realise who it is. "I'm sorry." I pout looking down at my feet feeling tears begin to leak, water beginning to glisten trying to hide behind the brim of my eye my nose beginning to sniffle. "I just came to make sure you were ok, um... are you cry-never mind. You probably don't want to clean up we really don't know what any of this is." He kindly walks over. "I'm in shock that's all I- um yeah that sounds nice, but I don't have any other clothes." I try to explain still sniffling. "I have spare clothes in the locker room. We could head over there if you'd like. By the way don't listen to anything Flash says he's kind of a dick to everybody." He mentions the name of the jerk who probably made the off hand comment. The for some reason really got to me. Resting his hand on my shoulder, slowly lifting my head I wipe the tears from my eyes. "Lead the way please." I faintly smile trying to look on the bright side that I didn't go crazy and photon blast anyone who was talking.

Following Peter at an extremely close distance to the locker rooms I feel six. I feel helpless, like before I discovered my powers that I barely use. I feel like the clingy 6 year old that would cling onto Tony's or Natasha's jeans when I was scared. The six year old that wouldn't leave Fury's or Maria Hill's side whenever we went out, or were at some secret base. The same little boy that loved having conversations with Maria Rambo about mom. Now that I've been 17 since April I still feel kind of the same, always asking Wanda for advice about things while watching Netflix with Sam and Bucky. "We're almost there" Peter says snapping me out of thought only to bring them to him, he seems really nice. Although I still can't shake this feeling that when we first met it was kind of forced in a bad not so good way.

He's definitely sugar coating something right, or am I just being paranoid. No he definitely seemed like he was looking for me, like he already knew who I was. "And we have officially made it." Peter snaps me out of my thoughts, holding the red door open for me. "Thanks, so um... you get into these situations often" I ask while he opens his locker not wanting our whole time to be spent in silence. "Well these situations specifically no, flash being a dick yes." He answers passing me a shirt with a printed photograph of the Avengers from a while back. "So which one is flash exactly?" I don't recall seeing who made the comment. Examining the black shirt more closely I see; Thor when he still had his old hammer, Wanda, Vision, Clint, Tony, Natasha, Rhodey, & Sam. Wow if I put this on I'll never hear the end of it when I get home. "He was the one that tripped you, that's Taylor Swift right?" What? Giving him a confused look he points to my now ruined shirt. Running my hand through my h/c messy hair, I look realizing the shirt I'm wearing had the initials T.s. with seagulls on it. And a faded blue and pink sky background that was now stained. "Oh yes 1989" I smile, only faintly however now seeing that my shirt is most likely not gonna clean out. "You're gonna put that on? Right?" I look back up only to find Peter half shirtless finding out he's refereeing to your shirt. Blushing intensely at his um... you know, I quickly turn around taking off my shirt and put the one he gave me on as quickly as possible.

Taking one last deep breath before turning back around to see him what I think is intensely staring. As my blushing intensifies I accidentally let words slip. "Were you looking?" "What! Um no, were you um, looking" he fumbled a bit "no." I mumble a bit feeling a bit insecure. Not that I wasn't fit I mean I had a little bit of muscle but I'm not fit-fit if that makes sense. "Um thanks a lot, I really appreciate it" I look at his shirt with an the school logo on it than looking back up at his face. Smiling he responds, "It's ok really we should do that again. No I mean not getting into that situation sorry! I mean hang out, I mean we didn't talk much but what I'm saying is I'd like to get to know you! If that isn't weird." He panics mildly earning a small giggle from me. "It's not funny." He frowns a bit; "No I'm sorry I'd like to hang out to, your cool. Exchange numbers?" I ask pulling out my cell phone. "Yes!" He does the same us giving and receiving each other's phone numbers. "We should probably head back to class to." He reminded me that the last thing I want is call home considering my current guardians.

As the rest of the day goes on I finally make it to lunch. Navigating the hallways again Betty finds me looking extremely concerned. "Y/N, thank goodness I found you are you ok. I heard what happened and the rumors being spread are awful." My heart immediately sank, rumors. Ok this is exactly like some shity coming of age high school movie now and I hate it. Rumors, what rumors? "I don't- what? Tell me what is going on" is all I'm able to say before pulling her into an empty hallway for an explanation. "People are going around saying that you're gay. I know it may not be a big deal and all but some people are taking it seriously, and I don't know what to tell people who ask about it." The blonde quickly whispers, my face becomes shocked and confused at the same time. "Well?" Betty almost asks waiting for a response. "It's half true, I'm bi. I think, I'm pretty sure." I whisper in a barely audible tone not wanting her to judge me as I rush into trusting a girl I've known for a day. "You know what, if you don't want anyone to know it'll probably blow over hopefully." She says smiling awkwardly "I'll help you get through this just don't worry we'll just hang out and ride out the storm ok. You still up for the mall tomorrow?" She grabs my hand trying to make sure I was calm. My facial expression having not changed since she told me the news. "Yeah I'm up I guess, let's just not comment on the rumors ok. I could care less currently I just wanna let things play out naturally, ok? It's just I don't want to be defined by my sexuality for now that's all. You're right anyway let's just relax and hang out after all it's currently not a big deal unless we make it one. And thanks a lot Betty." I lean in for a hug the blonde opening up her arms for an embrace. "No problem." She squeezed a bit tighter.

LATER THAT DAY

"Listen kid I understand I'm great and all, but you don't have to wear that shirt around if all you wanted was an autograph." Sam said with a cocky smirk as he sat down on the couch along with Bucky, and Wanda earning chuckles from you three. "Be careful Sam, if your head fills up with anymore air you might leave the atmosphere" Bucky begins to laugh with Wanda and I. "Or he could do us a favor and pop" I begin to laugh harder despite the fact that we were watching Bird Box. After a while of comebacks from Sam and Wanda we all eventually calm down. Watching Sandra Bullock and the kids making it down the rapids without Tom when all of a sudden. "Wait What!?!?" Wanda seems to have realized something as Bucky seemed to have pointed something out. Barns seems to be about to spit it out as well with a squinty smirk on his face; "Hey kid." I look at him and the others confused not knowing what to expect. "Who's shirt is that?" What, what does that oh... I can feel my ears heat up as Wanda and Sam's smirks grow. Bucky's eyes squint a bit more as his face looks like it's jokingly saying 'You little bastard.' Implying that he's thinking something dirty and at this point I really regret not showing and changing as soon as I got home because honestly I'm fucked.

Previous Chapter/

An: So I feel like my story is better a bit rushed if so please tell me. This also wasn't revised I forgot so feel free to correct any errors. Don't feel so good about it. May not be my best work.

Also the first paragraph of the chapter was ment to be the ending of the last chapter

Please give opinion I would love you here your thoughts on the second chapter also I think the reader in this is gonna be bi as in most stories the reader is usually full on gay regardless it doesn't matter because it is an x Peter Parker fic so yeah

Ps there may or may not be foreshadowing about something that's going to happening in the future of somebody's relationship

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[kimtaetae16ii]

STORY OF US - DONGHYUCK LEE

Synopsis : in which the elderly knew about your hidden relationship and make you guys broke apart and at the end he came back to fix it all while you were struggling with depression

Warnings : mental illness, mental abuse, violent, light-smut,using curse words alots, easy English grammar XP too cringy, too clingy, might cause frustration

Pairing : Donghyuck x reader (n ur name is Jeannie Pwark)

A/n : this is my first fanfiction of him ever! So yeah those senpai who sees mistakes in my writing do chat me about tht .

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You and Donghyuck had been in relationship for almost 2 years. You were homeschooled back then so did he too. Both of you got same teacher for English subject even for different places. So, to make it easy, the teacher made group chat on WhatsApp so that if anything inconvenient happened she will inform you guys through there. There's many students in there too but Donghyuck attracted your attention. You were the one who started the conversation with him.

He, in the first place actually  dislike you for being too friendly with him and others. He used to hate you too. He hate you for nothing. He thought that you were friendly bitch of no where. Also he was being insecure because he afraid you might be a gold digger to dig all of his family's assets all away. But then, you've proven to him that you are an angel with pure heart so you just being kind towards him until he finally fell on you. Your first-sight crush finally fell on you.

You both lived in rich residents as your father is working as successful businessman while your mother is a successful lawyer in the city of Seoul. Then, both of his parents work in their own business that the profit so fucking higher than Trumph.

done throwback session.

[ Saturday, 1:37 a.m.]

You couldn't close your eyes yet as you already drove in long 9 hours sleep in the late evening. Then you woke at 9 p.m. It just after you woke up, you receive 16 missed calls from him andthe spamming chat is uncountable. Then, you guys been in an arguments which caused he was being mad while you were being sulking.

The clock showed it was almost 2 a.m. and you still cannot close your eyes. The feelings are coming. You want him. You want him to sing you to sleep with his angelic voice. You want his warmth body heated your body so you won't get cold while sleeping in air-conditioner.

then, with feeling guilty you tapped on the number on the light screen after that you pressed the phone on your left ear. hoping he would not be mad at your anymore.

after 30 seconds, he finally picked your call.

"what's the matter now. You disturb my sleep"

his words really hurt your feelings like he unwilingly to answer your phone call but he did anyway.

Donghyuck is not a person who sleep early actually. He's been an owl just want to make sure you are the one who get beauty sleep before him.

"I cannot sleep. will you come over? please ~" you begged him because this is the way for both of you to be peace once again. You need him.

you've heard he sighed.

"i've told you for countless time to not sleep in the late evening or else this will happen. Y/n , you really need good health."

that's why i'm asking you to come over so that my depression will be cured.

"okay. i won't disturb. just continue to sleep. sorry." you end the calls made decision to throw the phone away onto the hard floor.

you hate yourself like the way he used to hate you. you knew who you are. you know how annoying you are how much burden you gave to people surround you especially your family. and because of that, you less attention from them. that's why you need haechan. he's right person to be but not right for you.

You curled up while sitting while buried your face in your lap. Tears finally streaming down on your cheeks.

i hate me. i want to die so bad.

you felt sorry for Haechan to waste his time just for you. you give him nothing in return.

you've been crying so bad that make your body shaking while you mumbling all curse words about how bad you want to die.

Suddenly, you felt hands brushed your hairs from back. When you lifted your face, you saw your precious boyfriend right in front of you. your heart ache but in the same it healed when he pulled you into his arms.

"Haechan-ah~" you called him.

"yes, sweetheart" he replied while pat your back softly like you're a new born baby.

"you still mad at me ?" you broke the hug and faced him looked into his shining eyes.

"Sweetheart, we're good now. do not be overthinking , okay. You'll be fine." he pulled you into hug again then he sang you to sleep.

You fell asleep in his neck then, he changed the position. He laid you down carefully place your head on the soft pillow then he laid next to you.

" sleep tight, Lee's "

[Saturday, 6:40 a.m.]

At the time you woke up, you were left with his fresh cologne on your bed sheets. Your morning felt so good.

you pressed the circled button of your iPhone , then you noticed he leaved you mesage in your personal chatroom saying

'sweetheart, i'm going home. Have a great journey to your grandmother house. XOXO '- 5.35 a.m.

You got big smiled there. You changed the position to sit then after few minutes, you went into the bathroom to wash yourself.

Then, after you already settle up yourself, you went the downstairs and enter the kitchen to get breakfast.

then your 7 years old greeted you.

"hey y/n, i saw man walking out from your room when i want to go to toilet this morning."

you hurriedly cover your little sister's mouth before anybody in this house heard her wrods.

"shhh . don't tell mama"

"mama was with me."

loud of laugh then.

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The way to your grandmother's house was very tiring even you were not the one who drive the car but like you've been stopped at rest area so often plus the weather was very hot for you.

Once you arrived at your grandmother's house, you guys were greeted by the the maids. Then they lead you to the living room. There, finally you met your grandma.

"Heeeyyy ,Oh My granddaughters! Miss both of you so bad !"

Grandma opened her arms as she welcomed us to hug her so we running along until we got into her hug. She kissed our top of head also our cheeks.

"How you've been, Nana?" I asked her while sitting next to her on the couch that made by  animal's skin.

"I'm great!  I just missed you guys so so much!

Kyaa~ Haneul yah!  Why don't you often bring them here? You also didn't always visit me. You know I've been so lonely after the death of your father! "

Mama fixed her hairbun prepared herself to answer Nana's question.

"I'm sorry, Ma. I'm just busy with all my clients-"

"Fuck your clients!  Your mother is more important!"

"Ma, don't be like that. I promise you to visit you as often as needed after all of the cases settled up at the court."

"I don't care. I made decision."

"What decision, Nana? " I, hugged her right arms, looked into her eyes.

She looked at me for second then she turned to face mama back.

"I want both of my grandchild to stay with me"

My heart dropped down-

but my little sister cheered up as she like to be with nana just because nana fulfill her needs.

"Kyaa~" I pushed little bit her head bit getting scolded by my father.

"Park Jeannie!"

"Ma, but Jeannie would enter her university so soon. Also Jane gonna have her first homeschool session." My father suddenly exist in that situation.

"I insist. She can took over the chocolate company after she get her training months."

I saw fire in Nana's eyes. So did my parents too.

Yeah. Even they don't mind about me a lot but they seems won't lose me. like I stil need home cause it's not faraway from haechan.

"Nana-"

"Okay! Let's have our special meals!" She cut me deliberately.

"Yeaayyy.  Nana did you make my favourite Sandwich?"

"Of course, honeybun! Now let's go all of you."

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At night.

"Fuck. I hate this." You groaned alone on the bed thinking how you would be without seeing your boyfriend for not a single day also after you moved into your grandmother's house soon.

You looked up at the white flower decorated ceiling and that things still wandered in your mind.

You didn't get any phone call from him yet for today. He has been busy with his schedule of being an idol.

He always available at middle of the night.

You turned on the screen then got into your personal chatroom with him.

Babe, I have something to say. Really important.

Sent, 12:32 a.m.

You only got one tick from him. So you just decided to go to sleep even you didnt use to sleep at early bed.

[1:40 a.m.]

You can felt something was vibrating in your hand as you held your phone while you drove to sleep. That's make you woke up in the middle of the night.

Without seeing whose the caller, you answered just like that.

"Heelo sweetheart. Already asleep."

"I can't sleep unless I heard your voices, you know."

"Awwwwww~ so sweet talker."

"Shut up. How was your day during the show?"

"So tired but not full enjoyed."

The atmosphere suddenly turned into serious.

"Whyy babe, are you sick while performing?" You were afraid as he worked too hard just to present great performance to gis beloved fans.

"No. I'm not sick. I'm fine thank you."

"Then what?"

"I'm not enjoy it much as you're not here watching my performance with the members."

You dumbfounded.

"Are you serious, bang-chan?"

Bang-chan means side dishes in Korean.

"Hahahahahaha" you heard him laughed so loudly. You just brought that up again because you watched one of the vlive that Jeno called him Bang-chan when he introduced himself.

Then, you also laughed but not that as hard-core as him.

"Are you done, baby?" You asked him after you heard silent voices.

"N-no" his giggles still there.

"Hahahh, i want to see you so bad right now. But i cant As the network is not giving cooperation with me. So, yeah~ "

"So, you feel like you want to go home?" He asked.

"Yes of course. Home is everything." You looked out the glass window. Spontaneous thought came in.

"Am I your everything too?" He snapped you out by his question.

It took several seconds to reply that.

"Lee donghyuck, you are my last destiny after the world end its life."

"Wahh~" at the end of his word, his soothing voice made you melt.

"Go to sleep now , babe. You tired i know that."

"Love you 3000" you added.

"Love you for infinity numbers."

And that amde you laughed.

"Bye. Have a nice sleep, haechan."

"Okay ."

You end up the call. After that you directly close your eyes and drove to sleep.

A/n : I can't add some more parts as it hit the max length. Tf. If it hit 10 likes, I'll post more ♡♡♡

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