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mandos-mind-trick · 11 months

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BobaDin A/B/O Teaser

Read part 1 of the full fic here!!!

Summary: Boba and Din met before his fall into the Sarlacc pit, after Din was stranded during his heat with no suppressants. They parted ways after, both of them content to pretend it never happened, except that's not possible for Din. Boba tracks Din down, only to find he's in for a surprise when he meets the omega Mandalorian once more.

Pairing: Alpha Boba Fett x omega Din Djarin

Warnings: A/B/O universe, implied mpreg, Boba's kind of a softie in this part at least, very AU post Mando season 2, fluff and cuteness but also kind of sad, named child character cause plot.

A/N: I posted this a few months ago but took it down after it kinda flopped. There's been some renewed interest in it today so I've decided to repost it. There's a post on my page regarding the universe this exists in and some background. I was in a mindset when I wrote this and I am very sorry. Also kind of cuts off awkwardly at the end cause I just...stopped writing at that point.

@rosechi and those anons from earlier made me do it.

He holds her close, closer than he ever has. All the times he had left her, all the times he had been forced to leave on hunts was nothing compared to the last few days. She had been taken from him by someone who wouldn’t think twice about hurting her. He had been careless leaving two children alone like that. He had been thankful at first that she hadn’t just been killed. Perhaps Gideon had thought it would only hurt him more if he took both of them.

He had done what he promised he’d do. He had rescued both of them, and he had gotten Grogu back to his kind. Still, there is an ache in his chest, a hole forming as Grogu gets further and further away. As much as he wants to curl into himself, let his instincts take over, he has a pup to support. A distressed pup who had just lost a member of her aliit.

He sinks into one of the seats, holding her tight against his chest. He lets his helmet drop to the floor, uncaring if the other two in the ship come down and see him. He’s projecting his scent a bit, trying to calm his pup. It’s a bit dangerous with an alpha close by, but he can’t care. His pup needs him.

“Shh.” He shushes her, pressing her face against his neck.

“I m-miss him.” She cries, clinging to his cloak.

“I know.” He says. “Remember what we talked about? Grogu had to go back to his kind. To his own aliit.”

“But he’s our aliit.”

“Only for a little while, remember? Until we found where he belonged.”

She continues to cry and he can do nothing but let her. It pains him to scent her distress, but she needs to let it out. The best he could do is offer her comfort.

She cries herself to sleep, still clinging to him. He leans his head back, trying to process the last couple days. It felt like a fever dream. He had been so scared, so desperate to get them back, to make sure they were safe. He’s exhausted.

Boba climbs down the ladder a while later. Din had put his helmet back on, needing to feel secure. Needing to feel safe. The alpha sinks into the seat next to him, removing his helmet with a sigh.

“How is she?” He asks, glancing sideways at the pair.

“Upset.” Din answers.

Boba hums. “Losing a family member is never easy.” He looks at Din. “How are you?”

“I’ll manage.” He answers shortly.

Boba stares at him for a long moment. “What will you do now?”

Din sighs. He had been trying not to think about that. What is going to happen now? He’d finished what he had been tasked with. Did he go back to hunting? It would be hard with Vira. He didn’t want to start leaving her for long periods again. Not after spending so much time with her. His instincts screamed at the idea of being parted with her again. Did he try to track down a covert? Take his place among Mandalorians once more? “I don’t know.” He finally answers honestly. “I haven’t thought that far ahead.”

“Join us.” Boba says. “We’re going back to Tatooine. I’m going to take over Jabba’s palace, become Daimyo. Come with us. Let me spend some time with the pup I didn’t know existed.”

Right. This was his pup as well. He’s not sure how he could forget. She looked just like him. Perhaps because it was a bit unreal still.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Boba asks after a moment of silence.

“I tried looking for you after she was born. Everyone I found said you were dead.”

Boba leans back in his seat once again. “I almost was. I never thought...” He shakes his head. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have-”

“It’s alright. I’m not sure I would have made it had you not been there.” Din adjusts his hold on Vira, easing her into a more comfortable position. “I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”

Boba stares at her, able to see her face from the new position. A small smirk forms on his face, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “Those Fett genes are strong.”

Din can’t help but smile under his helmet. “There’s no doubting it.”

Boba smiles. “I’m serious.” He lets his eyes flit to Din’s helmet. “Come with us. Let me take care of you. Both of you.”

Din leans his head back against the seat. Boba’s words strike something deep in him, all his repressed instincts flooding to the surface. He had been on his own for so long. Forcing himself on suppressants, holding every alpha he came across at arm’s length. He did it for himself, and he did it for Vira.

Was this his chance to take a load off his shoulders? To share in carrying that weight of his instincts and his pup? Fett had proven himself loyal and trustworthy over and over again. Vira was his pup. He could take her if he wanted, and force them apart. Din knows he won’t. Boba knows how much family means to Mandalorians. Boba was offering them a place of belonging, a home. He would care for his pup, and Din as the bearer of his pup.

Din doesn’t realize he’s crying, quiet gasps crackling through his modulator. Boba is crouched beside him, hand on the back of his neck. It’s not a cruel touch, it’s not a scruff like some alphas would do to control an omega. It’s comforting. Grounding.

“Let me help you.” He says softly, thumb stroking the column of his throat. The touch is jarring, after so long without any touch at all.

“I owe you so much already.” Din gasps out, the tears not stopping.

“You don’t owe me anything.” Boba says. “I would have helped you even if she wasn’t my pup. If you think you need to repay me, do it by coming with us.”

Din closes his eyes, letting himself just feel. He hadn’t been this close to an alpha in six years. He never thought he’d see Boba again, much less be working with him. He knows the restraint it must have taken for Boba not to march onto the cruiser and take out Moff Gideon himself to get his pup back. The pup he hadn’t known existed until just a couple days ago. He knew Din was the one who had to do it, was the one who had to protect his aliit.

Boba could be aliit too.

It would be so easy to let him in, to give over to instinct. He had been carrying the weight for so long. How nice it would be to let go for once.

*****

He wakes in a bunk. For a moment he forgets where he is, what had happened. He’s back on the Crest, tucked into his bunk, the place that had been his home for years. But the Crest was destroyed. He had been on Boba’s ship, heading wherever after he had rescued his ade.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep, or even moving to the bunk. Boba’s scent floats around him, muted a bit by his helmet. He resists the urge to take off his helmet, bury himself in the scent. Instead he turns on his side, the blanket that had been tossed over him falling to the floor. Something feels off as he lays there in the silence.

Vira.

He sits up so fast his helmet hits the top bunk, but he ignores the vibrations rattling his head. He hits the button on the wall, light flooding the small space as he steps out, eyes searching the ship for his pup.

He doesn’t have to look long, finding Fennec standing in front of one of the viewports holding her. She’s staring out at the blue of hyperspace, eyes open wide and mouth agape. Din breathes a quiet sigh of relief, approaching the beta and his pup.

Vira turns to him, a big smile on her face. “Look, buir!” She points out the viewport.

He turns to look, eyes trailing over the giant creatures. “Purgil.” He says.

She stares at them in awe, Fennec eyeing him. “Don’t work yourself up.” She says. “She was getting squirmy. You need the rest.”

“I didn’t take you for the nurturing type.” He says.

The beta gives him a look. “I’m not.” But the way she looks down at Vira says otherwise.

“Will you be okay for a few more minutes?” He asks.

“I suppose.” Fennec says, motioning for him to go ahead.

Din climbs up the ladder to the cockpit, quietly sinking into the passenger seat. He stares out at the blue of hyperspace for a moment, watching it flash by.

“We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace near Tatooine shortly.” Boba says, his gaze facing forward as well.

“If I come with you, what exactly do you expect?” Din asks, trying to put his thoughts into words. He feels vulnerable in the presence of the alpha, even though Fett was nothing but relaxed.

“I’ll need your help.” Boba says honestly. “Taking Jabba’s seat will be easy. Getting Mos Espa to agree will be the hardest. There will be a lot of pushback, I expect, not just from the families. The Hutts will have their own opinions. I need muscle, someone to back me up.”

“It sounds dangerous.” Din muses.

“It will be, at least at first.” Boba agrees. “I wouldn’t blame you for saying no.”

“And Vira? I can’t afford to put her in more danger.”

Boba turns to face him, and though Din can’t see the look on his face, he can feel the change in the alpha. “I may not know her, but I promise I will give my life to protect her.”

“And me?” Din says quietly, his brain starting to buzz under the intensity of the alpha. “What do you expect from me?”

“Nothing.” Boba says, turning back around. “It would be your decision. If you want suppressants, I’ll be sure we have extra. You’re always welcome at my side, even if it’s nothing more than as an ally.”

******

Fett had been right. Taking Jabba’s palace had been easy. Despite Din’s insistence, Boba had forced him to stay on the ship with Vira as he and Fennec went in and cleaned house. Din is quietly grateful for the moment of rest. He feels weary, a type of weary he hasn’t felt in a long time. He could have forced himself to do it, but he can feel the exhaustion deep in his bones as he sits on the floor of the ship.

It’s the same weary he had felt when he had been stuck without his suppressants. The same weary he’d felt after he’d had Vira. The same weary he’d struggled with after he decided to leave her in the care of the covert and returned to bounty hunting.

He needs an alpha.

His omega yearns for an alpha.

He has an alpha.

Boba had been forward in his implications. He would take that position, if Din wanted it. It wasn’t that Din didn’t trust Boba. He owed a lot to the alpha. Boba had been the one that found him stranded without suppressants, half dead after being thrown into his first heat in years. Boba had cared for him, fought against every instinct telling him to sink his teeth into Din’s shoulder, and got him on a ship back to civilization.

He had also, inadvertently, given Din a pup.

Vira had been born not long after the fall of the Empire. Din had waited a year and a half before he began his search, traveling all the places the bounty hunter frequented. He heard the same thing over and over, that Boba was dead. Fell into a sarlacc pit on the very planet they were on currently. Din had given up his search not long after he started.

He knew he’d likely raise Vira by himself. If he had found Boba, he’s not sure what the bounty hunter’s reaction would have been. He could have taken Vira for himself, raised his pup as he had the right to do. Din had wrestled with that idea, but had ultimately decided to seek out the alpha, if nothing more than to just tell him he has a pup. He deserved to know. It was why he didn’t hide the truth from him on Tython.

He could have lied. He could have easily claimed Vira as someone else’s.

No, he couldn’t have, he thinks as he stares at the pup seated on the floor between his legs, pushing Grogu’s ball back and forth. He runs a hand over the unruly, thick curls that were messily pulled back into a bun. She looks up at him with those deep, dark eyes. She’s practically a carbon copy of Boba.

A clone.

She grins up at him, cheeks dimpling. That was his, or at least he thinks so. He’s never actually seen Boba smile.

Despite the grin, she looks tired. He knows she has to be, just looking at her. Fennec had been right, calling her squirmy. She’d always been wild, always been on the move. He’d constantly heard it when he returned to the covert. She’s smart, but she can’t sit still.

Normally she would have been all over the ship, exploring, getting into things. A chord of fear runs through him for a moment, something he hadn’t thought of in the whirlwind since they’d been taken. He knew the Empire needed Grogu for some sort of experiment they were doing.

What if they did something to her?

There wasn’t anything they could possibly need from her. Unless they tested something on her? He wouldn’t put it past Gideon to try and make him pay for taking Grogu not once, but twice.

He can’t fight it, the building anxiety deep in his stomach. He feels like he’s spiraling out of control, like a ship about to crash. Vira’s smile falls as she senses the distress welling in her bearer.

Din jumps as a hand lands on his shoulder. His fists close around the fabric of his pants, trying to steady himself. Boba is kneeling next to him, a hand on his shoulder.

“Easy.” Boba soothes him, gently squeezing his shoulder. “What’s got you all worked up?”

“What...what if Gideon did something to her?” He asks, looking down at Vira who is watching them cautiously.

“We can’t know for sure that he didn’t.” Boba says, turning to look at Vira. “How do you feel, ad’ika?”

She shrugs. “Okay. Sleepy.” She rubs her eyes.

“See,” Boba says, helping him stand. “She’s fine. You need rest. Both of you do.”

Din leans down, lifting Vira into his arms. Boba was probably right. They couldn’t know if Gideon did something to her. If it was anything of consequence, they’d have to wait and see if anything happens. He doesn’t want anything to happen. The thought of something happening to her because of his own recklessness has his stomach churning. He feels like he could be sick.

“Come on.” Boba leads him forward with a hand on his back. “We’ve cleared out the upper rooms. Most of it was empty. Seems like most of them fled when Jabba died. Fortuna managed to keep a skeleton crew. We’ve cleared out most of them.”

“I should be helping.” Din says, trying to distract himself from the panic building within him.

“You can help by resting.” Boba says, leading him up the steps. “Like I said, this is the easy part. I need you at your best when the real fight begins.”

**********

Despite his exhaustion, Din lays awake in bed. The sheets are clean, having been brought up by a droid, along with a clean change of clothes for Vira. She had fussed through a bath and dinner before Din let her sleep. The new clothes were a bit big, but they worked. He’d need to pick up some supplies soon. Everything he’d owned had been destroyed.

Din had taken a bath himself after Vira finally fell asleep. He was used to going long periods without being properly cleaned, but it felt nice to wash off the last few days. The worry still lingered, but in a way he felt like he could force it all down, forget the horrors that had gone through his mind.

His helmet sits on the ground behind him. He hadn’t been able to relax enough to take all his armor off. What if they had missed something? He can’t take that risk. Not right now. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to put the helmet back on. Not yet.

He scoots closer to Vira, letting the soft scent of pup invade his senses. He hadn’t done it often, not since he left her with the covert. He presses his nose into her hair, letting the gentle scent flow through him. It’s the best scent in the world, or at least he thinks so. The scent of a pup before they begin developing traits, before they present. So soothing it could loosen even the most steeled beta.

The scent calms the raging storm inside him. There’s nothing off about it, no change to it. It’s purely her, just as he remembered it being.

#star wars #star wars fic teaser #the mandalorian #book of boba fett #din x boba #bobadin

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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Teaser for dream girl Sev:

Aromatic wisps of rosemary and sage wafted through the bathroom, the scents intermingling with that of the light and warm, semi-bubbly milk bath your wife had drawn for you when she’d gotten home for the day. You let out a soft sigh, your head barely hanging over the edge as you sank further into the calming water, trying to let as much stress seep out of you as possible.

Familiar and comforting hands found your shoulders, a kiss being planted on your temple as she spoke, voice barely a rumble over the neo-soul that was playing from the speaker on the sink counter, “How are you feeling, dream girl?”

“Better now that you’re in here,” you hummed as you looked up to her, pressing a kiss to her chin as she massaged your shoulders.

Her laugh was quiet as she ducked lower to press an upside-down kiss to your lips before kissing up the bridge of your nose. The playful little pecks turned reverent as her lips landed back at your forehead, peppering across the area as her hands moved.

Fingers splayed out over your neck and partially your collar as she pressed her thumbs behind your ears, rubbing in circles. You all but melted in her hands, letting your eyes slip closed once more as you enjoyed her touch and kiss.

“Have you started yet? I dropped last night.”

You shook your head, letting out a little sigh, “Not yet, though I wish it would hurry up. These body aches are killing me and if I keep gagging, I’m gonna throw up and that’s gonna make me cry.”

She cooed, thumbs now tracing down, applying a slight pressure as she dragged them along the line of your jaw, “My poor little mama...”

“Why poor me? You’re the one that’s actually on. I should’ve been the one drawing a bath for you when you got home.”

“Sure, but if you never drop then you know what that means,” she hinted.

You rolled your eyes playfully, humming, “True... we’ll see. I’ll let you know what happens.” “Now about this gag-”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish,” she pouted.

“I don’t have to. You were about to ask if it’s too bad for me to suck a lil’ dick. You’re so sick and twisted and completely un-slick, little nasty,” you shook your head, pushing her face playfully.

“Well, you’ve got me there. It was worth a try in my book,” she shrugged.

shaking screaming crying throwing up rn. omg. SHES SO PERFECT SHES EVERYTHING TO MEEEEEEE. mars u write sevika so beautifully, she's so silly and sweet. OF COURSE she's gonna ask for you to suck her dick, she's never not horny for you! i fucking love her she's ridiculous and amazing. literally my dream girl. i am SO excited for this omg.

#WAHHHHHHHHH #mars u amaze me i'm smiling and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl rn #and it's only the first scene!!!!!!!!!1

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ssahopelessly · 2 years

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Fragile State (Teaser)

Synopsis: After years apart, Spencer Reid once again knocks on the door. How much of her life will he have access to? Can the events of the years passed be kept a secret?

A/N: This is an excerpt from Part 1!

Warnings: Single parent reader, many years absence of Spencer, old friends reuniting, child accident (falling off playground)

Word Count: 0.5k

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“Arabella, can you go play outside? I’ll be out in just a minute.” She nodded her head of brunette waves, leaving us at the front door as she turned on her heels, the pink skirt of her dress flaring out at the same time.

“Come on Oxford!” Arabella called to our golden retriever, the two running through the back patio doors to play on the playground. I watched as she started by throwing one of Oxford’s toys across the yard, his yellow fur blowing in the wind as he took off for it, immediately returning to Arabella.

“How have you been?” Spencer finally cut through the silence. I could tell he was nervous, not just from the hands in his pockets, but the way his voice was already faltering and the way he was pressing his lips. I hated that after all this time, I still knew how to read him.

“Spencer…“ I had started but couldn’t find the words I was looking for. I wanted to yell, to tell him to leave. But I also wanted to hug him, be held by him, and tell him how awful the last year had been.

“Why- why did you leave? I went back to Vegas but you had moved away and no one knew where-” A flood of memories came surfacing back from all those years ago.

“Stop.” I didn’t notice the tears brimming in my eyes until I heard my voice and saw how his eyes on me had changed. I returned my vision to Arabella.

“I missed you (Y/N). No one even knew you got married, had a daughter.”

“I’m not married.” I let one tear slip for the truth he needed to know.

“What?”

“I’m not married, not anymore.”

“What happened?” I didn't answer him. Looking back over to Arabella, she was softly swinging on the swing, Oxford laying on the grass in front of her, watching as she swung back and forth, legs in and out, changing with each direction.

“Spencer, not now.” As soon as I looked back to him and my mind searched for a better answer to give him, I immediately heard a thud followed by the sounds of her cries through the glass. My heart dropped into my stomach. Looking over, she was laying on the grass near the swings, and I never threw myself into a sprint and around the furniture faster than I did in that moment. Breaking through the patio doors, Oxford ran up to me, following in my steps as we all ran to Arabella. Kneeling beside her, my mind instantly started trying to search for signs of what was the source of her cries.

“Arabella, sweetie. What’s wrong?”

“My arm!” She wailed out, holding it close to her chest as I noticed how red it was compared to normal.

“Did you fall?”

“Yeah!” She continued crying.

“Let me drive you guys to the hospital.” Spencer whispered beside me, bending down to my ear.

“Not now Spencer.”

“She’s going to need you to keep her calm during the ride, (Y/N). Let me do this.”

“Fine.”

Tell me what you think here.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid series #series teaser #ssahopelessly

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yourkimjaejin · 1 year

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Bailed On Me

You guys asked for more MoxyxJohnny! I return with ANGST....and a little fluff. Seriously thought I've been working on a Closer Look post about Johnny and Moxy's relationship that I hope you'll like but until then here's something I cooked up after reading about Boyoung and Johnny angst over at @multifandom-02 Enjoy!! ~Author Izzy

Also Trigger Warning for mean/intrusive thoughts

It had been a particularly bad practice for Moxy. Learning choreography was wayy harder as an actual idol rather than a trainee. In training, they expected you to struggle. Struggling proved how serious you were. As a trainee weeks away from debut, struggling ain’t an option.

127’s teachers had started on fine tuning the group’s Limitless choreography for the group's comeback with their new members. But none of that mattered today. Her first teaser as a member of NCT had dropped. To celebrate. Johnny and Doyoung promised to take her out tonight.

With the divide between Moxy and the rest of the group, Johnny and Doyoung were kind of forced to split their time between both sides. While the rest of 127 were able to spread out throughout the two floors of their dorm, the two usually took Moxy out so she could breathe.

As per usual Moxy stuck around after practice to give her some time alone from the stares she’d get at every practice. She only stayed about an hour before hurrying home ready for a night out with her two favorite members who were basically her brothers now.

The wide smile on her face was wiped away at the silence in the dorms. Silence was unusual for the 127. Something was always going on. Moxy went to see where her oppa’s were but after checking their rooms both were missing.

Moxy figured they went out early to snag a table. She checked her phone to see a text from Doyoung.

The members and I went to get food. We’ll be back late so you should order something. Get some rest Momo-ah!!

Her heart stopped. Did they forget? Moxy though as she plopped on the couch in the living room. The only time she sat there was when she was alone or the rest of the boys were asleep. One terrible thought past by her mind

You know they’ll always choose them over you

Tears bubbled to the surface but Moxy swallowed them back. She refused to cry over this. Johnny and Doyoung had a right to spend time with the members they’ve known since the beginning.

That’s right! You’re just the extra baggage they have to carry around

Moxy shook the unwanted thoughts away. She got up, stomping through the dorm to her separate room. That’s ok, I’ll go celebrate by myself She walked over to her closet to get ready.

Sitting at her favorite paejeon restaurant she couldn’t help but think of Johnny and Doyoung. This would be way more fun if oppa was here. She took another bite of her pancake when the chair across from hers was pulled out.

“You're one of Johnny’s members right? Thea?” The guy sat down. For a moment Moxy didn’t recognize him until he smiled at her.

That was Kai.

Moxy tripped getting up to bow, “안녕하세요, 선배님.” Kai waved off her 90 degree bow inviting her to sit back down.

“Relax, we’re not at a schedule. What are you doing here alone? You’re far from the dorms.” Moxy offers some of her food but Kai waved her off once again, a smile on his face.

“My teaser photos came out today. I…was celebrating.” Sadness filled her eyes once again.

“By yourself?”

“Johnny oppa and Doyoung oppa were supposed to come with me. I guess they forgot.” She continued to look downcast.

“Regardless, I wouldn’t be a good label mate or sunbae if I left you like this. 저기요! Could I get another order of everything my pipsqueak over here ordered. To go please.” Kai said with a smile befitting someone like him.

“Coming right up.” “I’m not a pipsqueak!”

“Yes you are.” Kai laughed at Moxy pouting. “Now when the nice ajumma finishes your food, Come outside and I’ll get a cab for you.” Before Moxy could tell him no, Kai was up and walking to the front of the restaurant.

When Moxy walked out with a bag of food, Kai was already waiting with a van to take her home. After she was settled in the second row, Kai handed her a slip of paper

“What’s this?” She asked.

“It's my number. Put it in your phone and if this happens again, call me. I’ll send a car to your location.” At her wide smile, a stern older brother look came on, “For emergencies only, okay?” Sarcastically she agreed. In retaliation, Kai ruffled her hair making her squirm.

“Get her home safe!” Kai addressed the driver then turned back to Moxy winking. “Make sure to put that name as Jongin oppa.” Kai watched her roll her eyes as the cab pulled off. Another guy stepped out of the tiny shop meeting Kai at the curb.

“Who was that?” Taemin asked his long-time friend. “Her? That’s Johnny’s little sister. I was making sure she got home safe. He was freaking out because she wasn’t at their dorm.”

Moxy was toeing her shoes off when Taeyong’s voice called out, “Moxy! Is that you?”

Moxy rolled her eyes before she got to the living room where Taeyong, Johnny and Doyoung were sitting. “Yeah.”

“Where have you been?” Doyoung asked, concern dripping in his voice. Johnny didn’t say anything but his eyes followed her as she walked to her room at the end of the hall.

“Out.” was all she said before the door closed.

To Be Continued

Just kidding 😘😘

A week later, at the dorms, Moxy opened her door to a silent apartment. All the boys were asleep, which was the perfect time to get a late night snack without any comments about diets from Taeyong. Just as she closed the door, Her foot knocked a shopping bag over. Inside was a yellow and red flannel shirt with the words Listen to Your Heart written on the back. Moxy shook her head. Only two people knew how much she wanted this shirt and her eyes meet their guilty ones in the living room with a spread of all her favorite snacks across the coffee table.

Moxy pursed her lips, trying to hold back a smile, “You know this doesn’t make up for you two ditching me.”

“We know but we hope a night of ignoring our diets would heal the sting.” Johnny opened up a bag of cool ranch doritos.

“We got golden oreos. Just for our favorite girl.” Doyoung smiled while holding up one of the two containers. Moxy tried to make em squirm…..but the call of oreos was too much for her

“Move over.” as quietly as they could, Johnny and Doyoung celebrated. Moxy snatched the package of oreos from Doyoung’s hand and make herself comfortable between her two oppa’s

“I hope you know that other pack is for you cause I’m not sharing.” Moxy said as she snatched the bag of doritos from Johnny's hands. The three newest members of NCT spent the rest of the night binging on movies and completely breaking their diet.

Any scolding from their leader in the morning was worth it.

#NCT AG #NCT AG.Writing #NCT AG.Moxy #nct female unit #nct female addition #nct female member #kpop!au #kpop!fakegroup #kpop!oc #kpop!addition #nct female subunit #kpop addition #kpop female member #kpop fake group

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yourfavewriteress · 2 years

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about that work crush (chapter 11) | jamie benn

Teaser: "You’re the most stubborn person I know."

The energy in the rink was palpable. You could see fans crying with joy as soon as Tyler let off the game-winning goal. The boys were in the second overtime against the New York Islanders, and the game had been neck-to-neck since the puck drop.

You had a good feeling the entire day. The entire team was ecstatic but focused leading up to the game, you had no concerns about anyone. From what you could tell, the Stars were having a hell of a season. All led by the Captain himself.

You had to keep your PDA to a minimum when at the arena, especially on a game night. But, when Jamie's first stop after getting dressed and one-wording his way through media was you, it was hard not to grin at him like a lovesick puppy.

“Guys, that game was incredible, we have to celebrate!” Tyler exclaimed from behind you, interrupting your opportunity to shower Jamie with compliments and congratulations.

“We actually have plans,” Jamie said, smiling down at you. Your face was hot, because he was referring to your long-awaited plans to have all of Jamie. Days had gone by since the original plan, but something always seemed to come up. Not something, someone. Not someone, everyone.

You loved the team. And, you loved Jamie's dedication to the team. But sometimes, you just wanted Jamie to yourself. Since everyone on the team now knew you were dating, guys were beginning to see it as less of a barrier to hang out with their Captain off the ice. Dates turned into double-dates, turned into hours of socializing that tired you out by the time you got to either of your places. It never felt like the right time for either of you.

It seemed like tonight would be that night. Even with the excitement of the game, Jamie made it clear he wasn't going to let anything trump your planned nightcap.

“Oh, come on,” Tyler scoffed. “Can you guys bang another night?”

“Excuse you, Tyler,” You replied. “Who said we were going to bang?”

You narrowed your eyes at Jamie as his smile grew wider. "Come on, I would never."

“Please come out tonight, both of you,” Tyler pleaded. “You both played a very big part in our win tonight so you both deserve to let loose. Especially you, Y/N. Are you really gonna say no to free drinks? I would say they're on me, but we all know none of us are paying a dime after this win.”

“You make a good case,” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. It always started like this. Tyler, or someone else, with their big pleading eyes, and promise of alcohol, made it so hard to turn down a night out. You managed to always leave it up to Jamie. These were his teammates, and you were sure the only reason you were included in these invites was because of him. When was the last time anyone invited Dan out?

“Can you give us a sec?” Jamie asked Tyler. Tyler nodded, but not before begging once more.

“Relentless,” You said.

“His best quality,” Jamie laughed. “It’s up to you. What do you want to do?”

“Uhm, I dunno,” You shrugged. “You played in the game, I think you should decide.”

“Tyler’s not going to let it go,” He mumbled.

“I mean, it was a pretty big win tonight, so if you want to celebrate, I can’t blame you.”

“Well, what do you want?”

"Is it really about what I want right now? Am I the captain of the team that just won?"

He rolled his eyes, "Stop."

“I don’t think Tyler would just let me go home. I’m sure he probably has my keys,” You joked. “And, if you would like to go out instead, that’s fine. We can just hang out with everyone, I guess.”

“Really?” The elation on his face said it all. Even if you did want to head home, now you would know his first choice was the team.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Alright, I’ll let Tyler know.”

“Okay, I’m gonna grab my stuff,” You turned on your heel before he could even respond, rolling your eyes in the process.

Jamie was too absorbed to notice, immediately turning around to meet Tyler who had been watching your conversation. Tyler was surprised to see the smile on Jamie's face, since he had been watching yours intently when you were talking to his teammate.

"You're coming?"

"Yeah, she's just grabbing her stuff."

"She wants to come?" Tyler furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Yes, she said so," Jamie shrugged. "We're probably not gonna be out for long but I wouldn't want to miss it."

"Well, I'm glad," Tyler brushed it off as he and Jamie went to get there rest of the guys on board.

While in your office, you gave yourself a pep talk to get through the night. These were your friends. they just won an intense game and are on cloud 9. You helped them get there. You deserve this. Yes, you would rather be underneath your boyfriend. But, good things come to those who wait. Don't take this out on Jamie. You decided not to tell him how much you didn't want to be out tonight.

You planted yourself at the bar as soon as the beginning casualties were over. You had already downed a beer with the guys, and were feening for your next drink.

"Hey," You heard in your ear before a familiar smell swarmed you. "Why'd you run away?"

You leaned into Jamie as he stood in the space next to your chair. "Heels, I just wanted a seat. And, a drink."

"You sure?"

You nodded, not feeling like finding words to lie more about what you were truly feeling. Jamie needed to celebrate, not babysit you. "Go, I'm fine. I'll be right here."

His eyes searched your face for a moment before he pressed a kiss to your lips. "I'll be back in a few."

He wasn't, in fact, back in a few. You watched him take shots with the guys, and if you weren't so annoyed at your circumstance, you would have melted at how happy he looked. Maybe that's why you couldn't say anything. This was his night, especially after all the shit he had been taking from reporters lately. He hadn't laughed like this in a week.

After wallowing in your sad- and drunkenness, you decided that the best thing you could do is go home to your house, change into your old PJs, and curl up in bed. You wanted to be alone, now.

To add to the very depressing moment, when you pulled your phone out to order yourself an Uber, you found that it was dead.

“What’s wrong with you?” Tyler asked, sitting next to you at the bar.

“My phone died and I would like an Uber home,” You huffed.

“What? Why?” He asked.

“I need you to get a girlfriend so that I can vent to someone without worrying about what you’re going to say to Jamie.”

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. I tell you all my secrets in our sessions, and I don't hear Jamie throwing them in my face, so,” He rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Jamie and I were supposed to spend some quality time together tonight,” You admitted. “And, I was excited because I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about it. But, I don't think it's happening. For some reason, that makes me feel like shit right now. Not for 'some' reason, the reason is this," You pointed to your fourth drink.

“Your plan was for tonight after the game?” You nodded. “Shit, I'm sorry. I think I might be responsible.”

“No, you’re not because you didn’t make the plan. He was just like, what do you want to do? And, obviously I saw that he wanted to come so who am I to try and stop him?”

“Y/N,” Tyler sighed. “He’s probably focused on the team.”

“That kind of makes me feel worse, Tyler.”

“That’s not what I mean,” He said. “Obviously, you’re important to him and I’m 100% sure this night was supposed to be important, too. But, it was a big win for not only the team, but also Jamie. He got his second hat trick of the season, and that’s big after how we’ve all been playing. He might be on a high right now.”

You looked over at Jamie who was laughing with a drink in his hand, talking with a few of the guys.

“Still, he didn’t even acknowledge that- you know what, forget it. I'm not even mad at him, I want him to stay and celebrate. You're right, he deserves it. Can you just get me an Uber home?” You asked. “Please, Tyler, as my friend.”

“Are you going to say bye to him?” Tyler asked, pulling out his phone from his pocket.

“He’ll be fine,” Youmumbled, stealing another glance at Jamie. “You'll make sure he gets home, right? I really want to get out of here.”

“I’m sorry you didn’t have a good night.”

“No, I did, don’t worry. I’m just drunk and sad right now and it’s not a good combo. I know myself, and I know I need to be home in bed.”

“I get it, but are you sure you can get home? If you’re not gonna tell Jamie, at least let me make sure you’re good. I’ll go with you.”

“Tyler, I’m fine. And, you played amazing tonight so you should go have fun, too.” You smiled, patting his shoulder. “Did you order it?”

“Yeah, two minutes,” He said. “I’ll come out with you.”

“No, it’s okay. I know the car and plate, go have fun.”

“You’re the most stubborn person I know,” He said, hugging you. “I’ll see you tomorrow night at practice. Text me when you make it, okay?”

“Yeah, see you.” You grabbed your stuff before making your way out of the bar. You slid your sweater on and waited for the Uber to arrive outside.

“Y/N?” You heard from behind you. Shit. “Y/N.”

You turned on your heel, facing Jamie. “Hey, I was just heading home.”

“Okay,” He trailed off. “Were you going to say anything to me or just disappear?”

“Not going to lie, I planned on disappearing,” You nodded. “And texting when I got home.”

He searched your face for a few seconds before bringing his hand up to scratch his beard. “I’m a little drunk so you might have to help me out here. Did I do something wrong?”

“I’m just calling it a night for myself. You should go have fun with the guys,” You told him.

"That didn't answer my question. Tyler told me to come out here and talk to you because something’s up. And, I agree,” He responded. “What happened from when we were in the arena to right now? I’m sorry, but I’m really trying to think of what I did.”

“You didn’t do anything,” You sighed. “Jamie, I’m drunk, too and I really just want to go home.”

“I thought we had plans though,” He said. “You were coming over?”

“You still want to do that while we’re both drunk?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“What do you mean? Hold on, is that why? Because we’re with the guys right now?” He asked.

“I assum-” You were cut off by a car pulling over next to you, honking. The car and license plate both matched the Uber Tyler called you. “That’s my Uber.”

“Y/N, I’m trying to figure out what’s going on right now. Are you really gonna leave?”

“What do you want me to do? He’s here,” You mumbled, running your hands through your hair tiredly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, seriously, Jamie. There's no issue.”

“Y/N, come on,” He pleaded, stepping closer. “Talk to me.”

“Jamie, everything’s fine. I really just want to go home,” You sighed, looking up at him.

“Okay, I’m not gonna hold you, because you clearly don’t want to talk,” He stepped back, motioning to the car. “Can you at least let me know when you’re safe?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Have fun.”

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you closed the car door behind you.

"All good?"The driver asked. You nodded, signaling it was okay to drive off. You watched Jamie stand there while you pulled away.

~~~

When you pulled into work the next day, you weren't surprised to see Jamie's car parked in his spot. And, Jamie inside. You assumed he had been waiting for you to come in, since you didn't respond to him after sending a simple "Home." text the night before. For someone who wasn't mad, you sure acted like it.

You parked, and gathered your things before opening your car door. Jamie did the same, and you knew what was coming.

“Hey, I’m already running late,” You said walking towards the doors as he approached you.

“Wait,” He moved, reaching for your wrist. “Can you give me 5 minutes?”

“Yes, Jamie?” You turned around.

“I just want to talk. You’re mad at me and I have no idea why,” He said. “How can I fix this if you won’t even tell me what I did?”

“It’s not a big deal, I’m not mad at you.”

“What were you gonna say before your Uber came?” He asked. “I asked you if the reason why you were upset was because we were with the team.”

“I don’t remember, Jamie. I was drunk.”

“Well, I remember because you were about to tell me why you can’t even look me in the eyes right now. I’m really lost here,” He admitted.

“Hey, guys,” Both our heads snapped to Klingberg who was making his way inside the building.

“Hi, John,” You smiled.

“How’s it going?” Jamie asked him.

“Pretty good. I’ll see you guys in there,” You both nodded and watched as Klingberg disappeared inside. Jamie looked back at you, raising his eyebrows.

“I was going to say that I assumed you didn’t think our plans were important, and that’s why you wanted to go out,” You admitted after a few moments.

“Not important, are you serious? You think I wouldn’t prioritize the first time we have sex?” He furrowed his eyebrows down at you. “Babe, when I asked you if you wanted to go out, I always planned on taking you home, too. I was never going to get that drunk enough to fuck up our plans.”

“Well, that’s not how it felt,” You said, looking down. “Now, I feel like a fucking idiot.”

“I wish you would have asked me, instead of assuming I forgot about you.” He said, stepping closer to you. “I've been waiting for last night, too. No offense to them, but if you wanted me to pick only one, you and we would have been at my house, without a doubt.”

“Oh, my god,” You groaned. “This was the most childish thing I’ve done.”

“Hey,” Jamie whispered, making me look up at him. “You’re right, I should’ve been more clear about the plans, I can see how it looked.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything.”

Jamie wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling me into his chest. “Doesn’t matter anymore. We're okay.”

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a-land-lacking-sleep · 1 year

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Submas/DPPT/BW/PLA Story Idea Preview: Disappearance

A side fic I have planned for Electric Trains once I get more written is a look into what happened when Ingo, Hikari, and Elesa individually disappeared. What happened beforehand, what happened during, and what happened after. I had two solid scenes in my head, which is how the idea spawned, and so I decided to write out one scene each to make sure I have the idea of the fic solid, and something to build from or to.

None of these scenes are what I could consider “finished”, in the sense that there could be more to round them out. These are meant to be teaser snippets, and once I get to writing them in full (in probably 2 months), they’ll be written entirely. I also mix Japanese and English names here, so Ayako is Johanna, despite Cynthia staying Cynthia. And, warning for strong Angst in the second scene and moderate angst in the third scene. The first one is surprisingly angst free!

INGO

Emmet hasn’t left his office in nearly 3 days, seeing no reason not to review every second of footage himself. He didn’t trust the local police department to do it. They didn’t care enough, they didn’t lose their brother, they wouldn’t look hard enough. So until he decided there was no worth to the cameras of Gear Station, he would review all the security footage personally. He would see whoever it was that came in and kidnapped his brother.

When someone begins knocking on the door, Emmet decides to ignore it. It was a gentle knock, and judging from the time, he figures it was probably Ramses coming to check in and bring him a sandwich from the cafe. “I’ll be ready to eat in an hour, leave me alone,” he calls out, rewinding the footage of Multi Line 4 so he can watch it at half speed.

It’s quiet for a few moments before the knocking picks back up, a little harder this time. Isadore. “I am Emmet! I am busy reviewing the footage! Leave me alone unless you have Ingo!” Emmet feels slightly bad about yelling at his Agents like that, but he needs to do this. “Email me if you need me!” There, that should be enough to keep Isadore from bursting in without permission.

“I’m scared you’ve already ignored my last three emails, Mr. Subway Boss.” That wasn’t a voice Emmet recognizes, though he did recognize a Kalosian accent. Emmet pauses the footage, bookmarking the location, and begins to stand when the door opens. In walks a pale man with short brown hair, seemingly in his mid-40s, wearing a loose brown business suit under a brown trench coat.

Emmet stares blankly at the man for a moment before speaking up. “You are not an Agent. You are trespassing. Leave.”

The man simply shakes his head before speaking up. “Your Agents led me here, Mr. Subway Boss. My name-” He cuts himself off, then coughs discreetly into his hand to clear his throat. “Ah, no. I shall inform you of only my code name. My code name, it is Handsome. That is what they all call me.” He reaches into his coat and produces a folded badge from it, which is emblazoned with his face and the International Police symbol.

“I have already spoken with the chiefs of Nimbasa Municipal Police and Unovan National Police. The International Police are now in charge of these investigations.”

HIKARI

Ayako is sitting across from Cynthia, both women staring at the empty bottle of wine on the table between them. It was their third bottle, and the last one Cynthia had in her villa in the Resort Area. The two women continue to sit silently, until Ayako softly sobs, doubling over and dropping her face into her hands. “She’s gone, Cynthia…”

Cynthia doesn’t say anything, staring at the empty bottle for another few moments as the older woman continues to cry. “She’s only 15…” Ayako says, her voice breaking. “She was supposed to be safe at home…”

Cynthia leans forward, putting her elbows on the table and rubbing her temples as her own mind races. Hikari was only just now stepping into the role of Champion, just now getting to make a name for herself between regions and nations. She was just starting to come into herself. Was her nie- her protege gone? Dead?

“I…” Cynthia tries to speak up, her voice cracking as she tries to contain her own tears. “I’ll contact Interpol… See what they can do…” She used to be the Champion, why was she so powerless?

Ayako’s sobs quiet down, her body no longer shaking as strongly. Then, she grabs the wine bottle, and holds it to her lips to try and get the last drops, before suddenly tossing it at the front door. Thankfully, Cynthia’s Spiritomb is nearby and catches the bottle with Psychic before it could shatter, and they take it to the trash can.

Cynthia reaches across the table, grasping at Ayako’s hand before squeezing it tight. “Ayako, please calm down, breaking things won’t help.” Even if they are logical, her words were hypocritical, considering she broke the mirror in her bathroom when she got the news. She puts her other hand around Ayako’s, staring at it as she tries to think.

“Is there anything we can do?” Ayako asks softly, refusing to look at Cynthia.

No, not really. “I’ll look myself,” Cynthia says, squeezing her friend’s hand. “As Interpol looks, so will I. Through the region, through the world, wherever I need to.”

I don’t want to lose my niece either.

ELESA

Now, while it was purely an unwritten rule, Unova news stations had an interesting tradition when it came to breaking and ongoing news. Once a news station broke the story and started reporting, the other news stations would back off and then follow a predetermined order. If a story broke under the main Nimbasan Station, Channel 5 (WCRV - The News You Crave), for example, then it would next be covered by Driftveil, then Mistralton, Icirrus, Opelucid, Humilau, etc. until it looped back to Striation and Virbank’s stations. That way, Unovans could get their regional stories in a constant update as new information comes out, but then still get their own local news once the segment was done.

And Hilda was going to use that to her advantage. As she walks back into Gear Station, she glances down at her phone to see Mistralton’s Channel 7 wrapping up their coverage on Elesa’s sudden disappearance, and she knows that Channel 8 was about to pick it up within 90 seconds. Tossing her phone from her right hand to her left to send a message to Drayden to check the news in Icirrus, she snatches a walkie from Cameron’s belt as she passes him, ignoring his cry of alarm on the theft. “Emmet, do you copy? Are you on the airwaves?”

There’s a second of silence on the radio before the system crackles to life, and a voice responds. “Boss Emmet is offline, doing work in his office, Boss,” Cloud responds. “Where do you need him?”

“Right where he is,” Hilda responds, passing the walkie back to Cameron, who had followed her like a lost Lillipup. “Sorry about that Cammy, have an emergency. Check Channel 8 in the break room.” She doesn’t wait for him to respond, instead speeding off down the hallway towards the office she shares with Emmet, trying to think of how to tell him.

She steps into their office and purposely closes the door behind her before Emmet even looks up to acknowledge her. “Are you doing anything important, Emm?” She doesn’t pause for him to answer, instead quickly looking for the remote of the TV that they have on the back wall of the room, which Ingo had used to rewatch Battle Subway footage for strategizing, and Hilda now used to play music videos during paperwork shifts.

“I am Emmet. I am, was, finalizing payroll,” he says, his smile falling somewhat in worry as he watches Hilda search her desk frantically. “Did you lose something? Are you needing help with a search?”

Hilda grimaces slightly as she finds the remote and turns the TV on, set to PokeM, the regional music channel. “No, but… Something happened and you need to see the news. I can finish your paperwork for the day.” Emmet quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything as Hilda changes the station to Channel 8, Icirrus Station WNTR.

“-disappeared from the runway at a show in Mistralton this afternoon,” the anchor says in the same stilted tone many newscasters take to draw people’s attention to the screen. They are playing footage of Elesa walking out onto the runway, the spotlights swirling around her before the footage cuts and returns to people scattering from the runway, Elesa nowhere to be seen. The timestamp on the bottom corner shows that only 45 seconds passed during the cut. “We have cut the footage on request of Gym Leader Skyla, as well as to avoid showing potentially disturbing ima-”

Hilda winces as a Pokeball slams into the TV, cracking the screen into a spider web appearance, before Fuzzy, Emmet’s Galvantula, pops out and fries it with a Thunderbolt. “I’m sorry, Emmet…”

Galvantula skitters over to her trainer, climbing into his lap, though he seems to barely notice. He’s still staring at the shattered and destroyed TV, his face unreadable as he approaches tears. Hilda quickly crosses the room and hugs her friend close, letting him break down.

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cleverfandomurl · 2 years

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Miss Misery For the Last Time Teaser

Well, I have once again started another story because I'm incapable of finishing anything and the idea of this story has been stuck in my head for ages. I'm trying to do research for the locations of everything as I write this so, please, be gentle. I'm not from New York City, but it just makes sense for the plot that it takes place there.

This isn't written as a BuckyxF!Reader in the original format, so I am writing two versions of this, lol. If I miss a descriptor or name, let me know and I'll fix it. Here's a teaser of the first chapter!

Y/N sat at the bar, tear tracks and runny mascara drying to her cheeks. She sighed, a little hitch hitting her at the intake, and took another long drag of the drink she ordered. The Tower’s lounge patrons tried to be discreet about their stares at this forlorn girl alone and crying at the bar but she could feel each pair of eyes as they followed her hand raising the glass to her lips.

“Excuse me, sir, can I get one more?” Y/N asked quietly. The bartender behind the counter, Sam, smiled sadly and nodded, fixing you another Moscow Mule and slid you a few extra napkins to wipe your tears. “So, tell me about him. Or her, I don’t judge.” Sam murmured while drying some newly washed glasses.

“John fucking Walker…” Y/N ground out the name and trailed off. ‘About two hours ago, I showed up to his apartment for his birthday, as a surprise ya know? And this human shit stain is in his kitchen, on the kitchen island, fucking his neighbor. His neighbor! I dropped the wine bottle I bought and it shattered. He just stared at me and smiled. Smiled. Like he wanted me to find him. Eighteen months of my life I’ll never get back now. Bottoms up.” She licked her bottom lip before chugging the cocktail and putting it down a little too loudly.

“I just put so much into our relationship and he just openly displays his infidelity like that? I can’t believe….” Y/N trails off and bites her bottom lip in an effort to stop the rest of the tears in her eyes from falling. “This bar is where we met, you know. Maybe that’s why I came here, to see if it’s been ruined by that ass hat.” She frowned into the now empty glass.

Sam laughs at that, fixing a water and pushing it toward her gently. “Look, I know we don’t know each other but I hope he gets what’s coming to him. Karma has a funny way of working on people like that. Let’s call a friend and get you home, ok? Finish that water.” Sam turns to greet another patron at another bar stool and Y/n pulls out her phone. A photo of John displays on the screen and the tears start to swell again. Taking a deep breath, she unlocks it and calls Marsha, her room mate and best friend to take her home.

“Y/N?! Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere, I can’t get a hold of John and you weren’t answering your phone! Are you okay? What's going on?” A rush of questions pulse through the phone after ringing once and she laughs sadly at the intense worry her best friend displays.

“Me and John are over, Marsha. I walked into his apartment with the spare key he gave me, by the way, and he was balls deep in that bitchy neighbor he always said ‘was just a friend’. I’m at The Tower. Can you come get me?” Y/N breathes out quickly. She starts chewing on her nails, waiting for Marsha’s response. It’s a bad habit she picked up a long time ago that she thought she was over. Y/N wipes her hand on her dark denim jeans and shoves it into her back pocket, now self conscious.

“Yeah, bestie, I’m leaving John’s building now. I’ll restrain myself from beating him senseless tonight. For now.” The line goes dead and Thea sighs in relief, touching the phone to her forehead. She heads to the bathroom to clean up her face from crying and to wipe away the mascara trailing down her cheeks. Her reflection is awful. Red eyes, black streaks, nose puffy. She nods and walks up to the dimly lit mirror. The lights in the women’s bathroom are warm to tint the mirror in a rose hue but it’s kept dark enough that details on your face are a little abstract. Y/N supposes it’s to hide how stringy and dehydrated drinking all night can make one look. She dampens a paper towel and blots her cheeks and under her eyes to clean up the watercolor painting her sobfest has given her face, reapplies lipstick and mascara and dries her last few unshed tears. Y/N smiles and takes a deep breath, she can do this.

Ten minutes later, Marsha is pulling away from the curb in front of the entrance to The Tower. Y/N gave Sam a fifty as a tip, with a promise to come back next weekend to enjoy the place for once and not stare blankly in a booth as John schmoozed or to cry over his infidelity. She gazed at the lights of New York reflecting on the East River as they drove over the Manhattan Bridge back to the apartment Marsha’s parents bought her.

Y/N knew how lucky she was that her best friend came from an extremely wealthy family. It was a total coincidence that they met in their freshman year at NYU. Marsha and Thea were in the campus Starbucks and grabbed each other’s coffee order. They laughed awkwardly and realized they were both headed to the same Art History course. They became inseparable after that first semester, despite their differences growing up. Y/N came from a small town in North Carolina and Marsha was raised as Washington, DC socialite royalty.

Marsha’s family was rich. Her dad was a founder of some tech company in DC, and had an office in the city. Her mom was a former beauty queen, and took pride in being a trophy wife professionally. Marsha was beautiful. She had long, chestnut hair, olive skin and hazel eyes set into a heart shaped face and a petite frame. Marsha wasn’t incredibly short, but smaller than Y/N at only 5’3”. She was soft, coming from a life of luxury but Marsha was honest and kind. She hadn’t quite been jaded by life yet, she’d been protected from hardship by her father.

Y/N was pretty average height, had her hair in a perpetual messy bun of sorts and a burn from the summer that was fading into a spotty tan with random freckles dotting her shoulders and face. Y/N had sad eyes that were set into a tired face. She was strong from years of hard labor working on her uncle’s tobacco farm and being raised with horses, cows and three boy cousins that treated her like the youngest sister. She hadn’t been afforded the same protections in life that Marsha took for granted. They couldn’t be more opposite. Thea always joked that they were the real life Cry Baby without the romance.

Y/N was studying Art History with a desire to work with the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Marsha was studying film production to start her own TV series. They were seniors now, graduating in the upcoming spring, and staying in New York in the apartment. She was looking forward to working with the Brooklyn Museum and Marsha was going to enjoy NYC living.

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Marsha’s voice pulled Thea out of her head and back to the present. Sitting in Marsha’s Tesla, in the parking garage of their building on South Street in Manhattan. “What were you thinking about so intently? Are you drunk?” She continued.

Y/N smiled, tiredly. “No, I’m not drunk. I’m just thinking about everything. John, us, this being our senior year. Just overwhelmed right now.” The girls let out a soft laugh at each other and unbuckled their seatbelts to get into the elevator to the 18th floor. They chatted about the upcoming fall semester, their classes and how excited they were to finally graduate. Y/N waved to Charlie, the doorman, as Marsha continued talking about the cute actor in one of her film classes and how she wanted to hook up with him at least once before Christmas break.

About halfway up to the apartment, her phone pinged. She pulled it out of her jacket pocket and frowned, and pinched her eyebrows together. “You okay?” Marsha asked, seeing her friend’s disgusted face.

“John texted me. He wants me to come back to talk. So he can explain. Does he think I’m stupid?” Y/N half yelled out flinging the hand holding her phone up and out almost hitting another floor’s button. Good thing they were the only ones inside the elevator.

“I swear on my vintage Dior bag that if you so much as think of texting him back at all,” Marsha started with an emphasis on “all”, “ That I will throw your phone off the balcony and tie you to your desk chair and beat the notion out of you.” Y/N laughed as Marsha continued to get angry on her behalf. Walking in tandem out of the elevator, Thea assured Marsha that would not be happening anytime soon and she just wanted to get out of her clothes and into pajamas to watch a cheesy scary movie and eat cheap popcorn.

Across the bridge, a man was sitting in a dark corner booth of The Tower. His eyes were staring out the window where a dark brown-haired woman had just gotten walked by her friend into a white Tesla and driven toward the Manhattan Bridge. He left his seat to go talk to the bartender, and old friend named Sam, about her and why she was crying over his mark, John Walker.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #slow burn #angst with a happy ending

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lameghost · 3 years

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Scream blue murder.

Bonten! x yakuza! leader [part 3]

word count - 2,538

💿 - deathwish by poutyface, to the bone by j.t machinima

Warnings❕- angst + fluff+ suggestive. Mentions of death, sewer slide, drugs, physical and mental abuse.(slight hints of ptsd) Mentions of Izana x reader and others. Spoilers! Bonten arc. Blood and gore. (pinky cutting and mentions of gas poisoning, mass murder.) reader goes berserk! putting a knife in each other's throat? reader is freaky fugg. and also apparently, an expert at chemistry.

[part 1] [part 2]

“So, 12 years… You were gone, just like that and you aren’t gonna say anything, huh? Saying ‘I love you’ like that, ain’t fucking fair, y/n. I missed you for all those years. I searched for you like a madman. Fuck, you didn’t even come by to look for me or shit. You know how fucking miserable I was, after Izana was gone and you too!” Everyone flinched at the sight of the usually calm Kakucho raising his voice. You were surprised too, but you kept on an indifferent facade as you looked down, guilt overwhelmed you.

Kakucho takes a few steps towards you, “I wanna hate you for it but I can’t. You’re too fucking precious to me. The last one I have here, and I thought you were fucking dead.” You did no such attempt to avoid the slap which landed on your face as tears flowed down Kakucho’s face. You heard the faint gasp from all the executives of Bonten. You just kept quiet.

“Hug me, god fucking damn it. I missed you.” With no hesitation, you engulfed him in a hug, basking in his warmth which came into contact with your bare skin. You smiled, relishing the memories of your childhood.

“Fucking hell that was touching as shit.” Sanzu fake cries, deep down he still felt bad since he knew that you were as important to Kakucho as Mikey was to him. Losing you would have meant losing his entire world. In reply, you lifted your middle finger, sticking out your pierced tongue at the pink-haired male. He chuckles slowly.

“Holy shit, yer got piercings, that’s hot, dude.” You nodded at Rindou’s question .

“Show us, I mean your tattoos and piercings.”

“That’s a pretty specific kink you have, Sir Mikey. I mean, I know I look hot as shit but.” He snickered, signalling that he only wants your full identification.

“If you insist, your honour.” You fake sighed as you turned around and began explaining your tattoos.

“29 piercings and last I checked, around 18 or 19 tattoos. Got my first tattoo at 13, illegally. Thank god I didn’t die of infection or some shit. Dude was a nice guy, he even taught me how to take care of a new tat.” They all gasped, ‘doesn’t that shit hurt you?’. Ran and Rindou who were basically half covered in tattoos were also surprised by your ability to withstand the pain.

“Which one hurt the most though? Your tits or sumn?” Sanzu bluntly asks as he touches the tattoo on your left arm.

“Oh well, yer wanna see? Better pay money though.” You smirked and sent him a wink as you gave him a slight teaser of your tattoo, he blushed. Welp, you broke the dope peddler.

“You’re quite a mystery, aren’t you?” Mikey says, his voice dark and screechy, almost like he has been straining it.

“Your back. That ain’t a tattoo. Someone carved those characters into you.” He traces the Chinese characters on your back. You slightly flinched at the sudden cold touch of his finger. “Only the top brass of Yakuza has this, yeah? Which means, you’re the current hidden leader of the Yakuza. Working for them quietly backstage, is that fun? Don’t you wanna take the credit?” He was inches away from your face, you tilted your head slightly at his demise.

“Take credit? Pftt. Observant but dumb aren’t yer, pretty boy?” You cupped his jaw between your gloved fingers. “I fucking love it when people worship me, bow to me and praise me for all my work but I wouldn’t want my pets to go unrecognised do I? Plus, isn’t it harder to keep myself lowkey from the police that way? I have my plans, baby and I don’t like it when people question me.” You smiled and let go of his jaw, never in his life has he been this stunned by someone’s actions and indifference. This was a first.

“This carving was done by my dad. I was the only child who was able to take over the family business so, here I am. Healthier than ever!” You smiled, highlighting the dimples which brightened your eyes even more under the light which shone above you.

“So, you’ve taken a blood oath?” Kokonoi asks, curious.

“Oh that’s fucken bullshit. We don’t do those. We’re just old delinquents who don’t wanna follow laws, we don’t sacrifice ourselves. I mean that does sound cool though. The most we do is cut our pinky. I’ve cut 12 as of this week,” You sat back down, nonchalantly telling them. You put your suit back on, adjusting the tie.

Bang! A loud gunshot was heard from behind you, in one swift movement, you swooped Ran and Sanzu who were directly in front of you. ‘Top criminal organisers but can’t see a bullet coming their way? Great, fucking idiots.’ You looked down, the bullet grazed by your shoulder slightly. Thank god for that. You picked up the shell and the bullet which landed not far from it. You analysed the bullet, standing up immediately after recognising it. ‘Mauser C96. 0.45 ACP. Made in Germany. Oh fuck, why are they here?’

“Oi, you twinks. Came here to save me or something?” One by one, your members peeked their heads out from behind the oil tanks. Number 2, Tanaka Ryu. This kid has been behind you since juvie days. Once he got out, he looked for you and followed you till the very end even if it meant jumping into hellfire for you.

“If I couldn’t fight, I would have died to these hot dudes, you know? Do we need to practice again? Should I drill it into your brains?” All the members, a good 25 of them, stood at attention, weapons dropped to the floor with their hands behind their back.

“No, your honour!” In unison, their voices echoed one another. Bonten was too stunned to say a thing. Their mouths merely shut tight as your dominant aura overflowed through the entire warehouse.

“Good, and Tanaka, don’t mind, okay? Small mistake. I’m fine, n’ways.”

“Apologies, your honour. Take my pin-” You shushed him as you signalled everyone to get down and ready their weapons. Bonten, who was behind you, followed your command. You gestured for Mikey to come to your side, he slowly strides towards you.

“Mikey, listen. Now, your turf is being infiltrated. You heard that gunshot? Nagant M1895. That strong shit is only used by the Yakuza traitors. Those fuckers have been on my back for the last few months and I need a few extra hands so that I can alert my turf. After that, I’ll help yer. There should be at least 230 of them. 2 top heads and the other 8 executives. The rest are all their lackeys, bad fighting skills but good spirits. Now, we separate, I’ll alert your members too.”

You and Mikey, the leaders, moved into positions immediately. Working together for the first time but it almost seemed as if you’ve worked together for the past 10 years. You stationed Sanzu and your number 3, Haruto, right in front of you. These two are wild and have a few screws loose in their brains, so they make a good pair. They can slaughter some while you make a few alerts to your guards in your territories. You wanted to get it over and done with fast even if it meant, murder. So, you analysed whatever you had in your reach.

“Y/n-chan. What are you doing? I wanna smoke.” Sanzu said, questioning what you were looking at.

“Shush, let me think of a way to get rid of evidence fast and simple.” Haruto drags Sanzu back to their station as they both chat away, swinging the bloodied weapons in their hands. Psychos, I swear.

‘Benzoyl peroxide, TNT, fire extinguisher, bleach, ammonia and diesel.’ Fucking hell, they were making this a bit too easy isn’t it? You called Sanzu and Haruto over to help you. You took the empty tank, putting on your mask before starting and gesturing the two males to do the same. You poured the bleach into the empty tank followed by ammonia.

‘Do you think what you’re doing is right?’ The tiny voice in your head asks. ‘Well these people mass murdered 226 of the Yakuza members, isn’t it only fair?, ‘Of course, but can’t the police punish them?’. ‘What. They hurt me, not the police, I’ll make them save me a seat in hell. Especially that blabbermouth oldie.’, ‘I guess there’s no stopping you, y/n l/n. You’re a murderer after all.’ Wait, what the fuck? I’m not! They did it first, why is it me? Why am I to blame? Fuck, fuck you. ‘You’re a murderer by nature, y/n. That’s why your Mom and Dad passed this onto you.’ Shut up. They’re dead, they are just ashes, seeping into earth or maybe being swallowed by maggots. Those 2 are dead to me. ‘Your mom isn’t dead. Not yet.’ Well, I want her dead. ‘You gonna kill her, too? Like what you did to your old man? You’re naive, a pretty soul, one that I would kill to dirty but you already did it yourself.’

You halted your movements, Sanzu and Haruto stared wide-eyed at your face. Your face contorted with rage, aura screaming murder at them. This brings Sanzu back to 12 years ago when- nevermind. “Earth to y/n, we gonna continue?”

“Haruchiyo. Katana. Haruto, pass him your pistol, I’ll be right back.” ‘You’re gonna regret it, y/n.’

“SHUT UP! HOLY FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP! UGH!” You let out an indignant roar, making Kakucho and Mikey halt their movements as they continued throwing punches to the opposing team. Kakucho ran towards you, covered in blood which did not belong to him.

“Hey, y/n. Hey, look at me.” You looked at him, tears of anger welling up in your eyes. (You can only cry when you’re angry but not when you’re sad.) He pats your back, telling you to kick some ass to relieve your anger. Well, that was your green light.

You swung the Katana out from your back which had a strap, tailor made for you to store katanas. As always, pecking the handle beforehand, showing respect. ‘About 104 left, gonna be easy.’ The rest of your members and Bonten members along with the executives gathered, wanting to watch you fight. It was almost like a playback of 12 years ago.

You dropped the katana to the floor, jumping onto the first person you see, hanging from the shoulder. You swung around, possibly breaking his spine and picked up two other men by their collars. Swinging them towards the tower of diesel tanks, you made your way to your next victims.

“So, pick yer death.” You smirked, but your eyes were empty and lifeless. Your bloodthirsty aura engulfed the entire warehouse, stripping the audience off any form of excitement. The male approached you, in a split second, he was inches from your face.

“HAHAHAAHA, you’re fast but you lack experience, sweetheart.” You caressed his face, voice coated full of sinister but in his ears, it was like honey. It gave his brain whiplash how contrasting your voice was to your actions. Without batting an eye or even giving him room to recover from your touch, your left leg flew forward. Landing directly onto the wound of his temple, plunging onto the floor. You took the chance to take a seat on his back.

You rummaged through his pockets, stopping when you found his phone. You dialed a number, the others stared at you curious. “I need about, uhh, 7, no, 8 ambulances, for the Shibuya area. The warehouse down the second turn. Thank yer!” You smiled and threw the phone across the room.

“Now, there’s only… let me see… 3 of you left. Rock, paper, scissors. Winner gets to pick the lucky one.” You signaled them to start playing, with trembling figures, the 3 males began playing. You placed the lit cigarette in between your lip, enjoying others misery.

“She’s kinda hot, though.” You heard Sanzu whistling and howling from behind you as you exhaled the smoke and took off your blazer, rolling up your sleeves. You sent a kiss his way as you made your way to the poor male - a prisoner of his own bad luck.

“Hey, mister. Long time no see. I’m bigger now, if you can’t clearly see.” You subtly flaunt, towering over the male before you. You bent lower so you could make direct eye contact with him. The eye contact sent cold shivers down his spine which made him froze, his lips quivered as you moved your gloved finger, gliding down his tattooed back.

“Oi, mister. I’m talking to you, it’s rude to not reply to your master, y’know? It kinda hurts my feelings,” You faked your sadness, pretending to sob into his shoulders. If he wasn’t already stiff, he is now officially the statue of liberty.

“Y-yes, your honour!”

“Good pet. Now, let me get my work done. You know what happens to traitors, don’t you? Perverted old man.” You removed the kunai which was secured tightly in the pocketed garter which hung from your thigh. You simpered, looking pleased at the amount of fear you could elicit from the pathetic man.

“AHHHHHHHH!” He writhed in pain, screaming blue murder.

“Okay, that was the last one! 12 plus 10 equals 22! 22 pinkies!” You giggled, cracking a smile from your scarred mouth. A horrifying sight, it was.

“Fuck, didn’t know you were capable of such cruel shit.” Ran sends a surprised look, scanning you up and down as you wiped the blood off your gloves and chuckled.

“Born and bred to do this shit.”

You knew you were done but there was some unsettling feeling that irked your senses, but what was it? Could it be you forgot something-

“We’ll take over from here, as an apology and a thank you for not murdering us.” Mikey said, a small smile on his face.

“Oh no, it was great working with you, Sir Mikey.”

“Don’t call me that, on god, I’ll put a knife in your throat.”

“Do it then, it’s not a threat Mikey. ” Your little bicker was put to a stop when Kokonoi seemingly ‘cleared his throat’ loudly.

“So, you’re a professional torturer, a sugar mommy, free show stripper, yakuza leader, a mass murderer, chemist and now, a hooker. What else do we not know about you?” Kokonoi asked, voice laced with curiosity. His eyebrows raised as his eyes searched for answers in yours.

“Oh darling, I’m a walking unsolved mystery. Yer wanna find out? Yer gotta dig deep into the layers of this earth. Yer wanna solve me still?”

“Yeah, I do.” The short, purple haired spoke up. (You forgot his name.)

“Oh then, put on a raincoat. This year’s theme is bloody halloween. Wouldn’t want blood staining yer expensive suits.” You stuck out your tongue, making a move as sirens filled the quiet warehouse.

‘Roppongi, Don Quijote, 31st October, 9 P.M. Be there or else you owe me candy.’ The boys chuckled, making a run as the police broke in.

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To Build A Home - Part 1

Pairing: Alpha Boba Fett x omega Din Djarin

Warnings: A/B/O universe, implied mpreg, Boba's kind of a softie, very AU post Mando season 2, fluff and cuteness but also kind of sad, named child character cause plot.

A/N: Here is the first part of the BobaDin A/B/O series. I didn't plan on finishing this one yet but it kind of just happened. There is more at the end than the teaser had so yes, it is worth rereading. this one will probably update pretty slowly since I've got plenty of other things to focus on at the moment, and just kinda update it as inspiration comes. Also the title is subject to change.

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