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Nancy’s Wedding | Steve Harrington x Reader (ch.2)

Series Masterlist

Chapter One – Chapter Three.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.

Word count: 4612

Nancy's Wedding | Chapter Two.

Steve and Robin's apartment wasn't what Y/N expected. It wasn't much bigger than the one she shared, but it seemed bigger. It had very little furniture, all well placed and with a purpose, everything was clean and spotless. Their bedroom doors were open when they invited her in, and that's why she got a glimpse of their insides. Robin's had its walls filled with different posters, she had a chair with a bunch of clothes piled up on it, and the sheets on her bed were undone; it was as chaotic as her. Steve's, on the other hand, didn't have any decorations on its walls, the bed was perfectly made and the untidiest spot in the place was a little pile of papers on top of his desk. Y/N would have never marked Steve down as a neat guy, but now that she saw it she thought it made sense because he also took very special care of his car.

Robin closed both doors in a quick movement as she kept talking about the building and neighborhood in a rant nobody was paying attention to. Steve took Y/N's coat from her to hang it next to his and picked Robin's from the back of the couch as a habit. Their dynamic was very interesting. As Robin kept buzzing around, offering things, and having ideas, Steve just gestured in silence for Y/N to take a seat and handed her a soda from the kitchen before taking a seat next to her on the couch. Running out of energy, Robin sat on the floor facing the other two.

"Why am I here, Robin?" Y/N cut the other woman before she could start rambling again.

"We need a story and we need for you two to actually know each other in case the others ask something."

"You've seen too many movies," the man sighed, relaxing in his seat with boredom. He was trying to hide his anxiousness, and if Y/N hadn't been paying attention she would've been fooled.

"What kind of story?"

"Well, how did you two meet, for starters."

"Lies will only mess things up. I think the truth a little spiced up is good enough. We met at work when you two came in looking for a job."

Turning towards her, Steve was now visibly paying attention. "And when did we start dating?"

"When was the last time you complained about being single with one of your hometown friends?"

"New year's eve. I think… Yeah, I told Dustin I was upset I didn't have a date to kiss at midnight."

"Nothing after that? Not even for Valentine's day?"

"Nope. I haven't complained to them."

"Lucky them," Robin mumbled under her breath. Steve shot her a killing stare.

"Fine, then we started dating by the end of January. That explained that you haven't complained about being single anymore and the fact that you're willing to take me to a wedding as a formal introduction."

They spent hours talking. Robin threw a few questions at them at the beginning so they started to know each other properly, but she soon became a mere spectator, drifting her eyes from one to the other, pleased with what she'd accomplished. Y/N and Steve talked about their childhoods and their time in high school, their relationship with their parents, and the circumstances that brought them to be in Chicago working at The Silver. It seemed quite superficial, nonetheless. With the heavy talk going away, they discussed movies, TV shows, and music. As might be expected, Steve Harrington was a Top Gun and Lethal Weapon fan, he'd seen every Tom Cruise movie to date too. She was nerdier, she loved science fiction and the kind of adventures that mixed history with myth, like Indiana Jones, for example. A point they had in common was their passion for Steven Spielberg's work. Steve seemed reluctant to admit that he cried with E.T. but Y/N knew just how to press the right buttons to have him confess.

Steve was a huge fan of Magnum P.I. while Y/N was more of The A-Team. They spent forty minutes just arguing about the plot of both shows, counting the pros and cons for each one.

"Okay, fine. Forget about action shows. Golden Girls. That's the best show in the history of television," she stated.

"I haven't seen it."

"Don't lie, Steve! He loves it," Robin made her small intervention.

"Betty White is a treasure. You should be ashamed of not admitting her amazing acting abilities, Harrington."

In their praising of actresses, they ended up confessing how much they both loved Murder She Wrote. When Y/N mentioned the X-Files, Steve started complaining about he knew everything about the show just because his best friend, Dustin Henderson, kept calling him and writing him just to talk about the latest episode that aired. It was so fun to see him all fed up with his friend; Steve talked with the affection of a brother, always complaining about the behavior of his young sibling, but loving him anyway.

With music, Steve was open to new things and wasn't as judgy as Y/N expected; he even liked songs from bands that he didn't enjoy fully and she could understand his position. It was easier to just like songs than bands. Still, he was more of an eighties rock type of guy. He liked Queen, Bowie, Tears for Fears, Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen, Journey, and The Police mostly, he also knew every Madonna song thanks to Robin's obsession. Y/N also liked some of Steve's favorite bands and that was something they started talking about how sad they were when Steve Perry left Journey in 1987. His voice always fits perfectly with the band! She also liked The Offspring, Metallica, Dio, AC/DC, and as for guilty pleasure: A-Ha. A very intense mix of music tastes.

It wasn't intentional, but the moment she mentioned her music preference, Steve and Robin shared a sad look. They recovered soon and pretended it hadn't been there, so she just ignored it. She decided that her music taste must've remembered them about someone from their past, maybe someone who wasn't there anymore, and she didn't want to push it.

"Are we expected to dance at the wedding, Harrington?" She tried to break the layer of ice that was building between them.

"Sure. I'm a pretty good dancer."

"He's not. He just loves himself too much."

"Well, I can dance even if I'm not good. A slow dance is a different topic. If you want to have a slow dance we'll have to practice or you'll end up with your feet destroyed."

"You don't know how to slow dance? What did you do at the prom dance?"

"I never went to one."

"Really?" Robin sounded shocked.

"Not even middle school."

"You most definitely need to practice," the woman sentenced.

"Cool, now I have homework," Y/N sighed. "By the way, do they know about you in Hawkins?"

Steve and Robin shared a look before staring at her like she had grown another head, "Know what?"

"That you aren't straight." To their silence, she looked up at both of them, "What?"

"How– How do you know?" Robin was very pale.

"Don't look so scared, Jesus! I don't think people at work know, I just pay attention. The moment you see a woman you like, lo ogle her just like Steve does."

"You've known since the beginning?" The other woman was having trouble processing the information. Steve had tensed when the conversation started, but the moment Y/N proved that she didn't mean any harm he had relaxed picking some chips from a bowl.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"And you still change next to me in the locker room?"

Arching an eyebrow, Y/N stared right into Robin's soul. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know." Robin, on the floor, hugged her knees against her chest hiding her face.

"To think that just a few days ago you were claiming to be too old…" Y/N came down from the couch to the floor, kneeling next to Robin she hugged her. "Come on, Buckley, you certainly didn't expect me to hunt you down, did you? We've met for three years!"

As Robin let her emotions overflow her, Steve explained that in general terms the town didn't know about Robin, but their closest friends did. Therefore, at the wedding, there would be people that know and people that don't know.

Steve offered to drive her home. They had spent a lot of time talking and planning their sham for the wedding and Steve felt the duty of compensating for her time investment somehow. However, she declined the offer as she had the feeling that it would push her luck. She'd had a great time with them and for the first time, she really thought they were just friends hanging out. She almost forgot that it was all fake.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you make it very hard for people to do good things for you, you know? Fine! I won't drive you, but I'm walking you to the subway stop."

Proving that was his final word, Steve put on his coat and got out of the apartment. Y/N followed. She wasn't accustomed to being treated kindly without a hidden aim. Spencer and Dewey and Doctor Ross were the only ones who had done it and she never knew how to respond. Steve was trying, apparently, but he also wanted her to pretend to be dating him for his ex-girlfriend's wedding so…

"Why are you doing this, Steve?"

"Doing what?"

"Offering me rides and walking me to the train station."

He gave her a weird look frowning.

"I'm just confused. In these three years, you and I hadn't really bonded. We work in silence, mostly, and when we talk we banter."

"You don't think we're friends," it was a statement more than a question, but the tone was skeptical.

"Are we? Don't get me wrong, it's just that my knowledge about friendship came from the movies."

"I got my first real best friend when I was eighteen and he was thirteen. I'm in no place to judge you, but I've been trying to befriend you. Robin too. And sometimes it looks like we're building something, then you close yourself."

"Hmm… Yeah, Denny points that out a lot. I'm sorry, I don't do it on purpose."

He dismissed her apology with a gesture, "Who's Denny?"

"My roommate."

"Since when?"

"Since the beginning. Did you think I could afford an apartment by myself?"

"No… No. It's just that you never mentioned him. That's all."

"Her."

"What?"

"Denny as in short for Denise. She works at a record store. We barely see each other. Best roommate ever."

"You're weird."

"Still you don't say it as if it's a bad thing, you say it as a compliment."

"Because it is one."

"Liar."

She pushed him with her body. Laughing, he pushed her back softly. After a beat of silence, Steve complained about the weather and their conversation became empty of depth but full of intentions. They were building something, and now she knew it was meant to be built. Steve waited until she used the subway token to get inside the platform, and although she couldn't see him, he waited until the train arrived.

The band was still giving it all on stage, some punk rock from the new era with a woman with her short white-blond hair in spikes as the frontwoman. It was good, and Y/N bounced her head to the rhythm as she dried the last glass in her hands.

It was busy at The Silver when the most regular customer of all walked his way to his favorite stool with a friend right behind him. They had to push and fight their way between already drunk people, they even had to make people who were already on the stools.

"You're here early, Doctor Ross," she smiled politely.

"I'm treating a friend here. Mark, this is my guardian angel, Y/N."

"We've met before. How's your wrist?" Doctor Greene offered his hand, so Y/N gave him hers and he moved it, flexing it. "Healed well."

"I certainly hope so. What can I offer you, doctors?"

"I want a Flowery Miracle. Mark would take a Silver Sin." Ross' smile showed mischief.

"What the hell is a Silver Sin?"

"One of our best cocktails, Doctor Greene. Kind of sweet," she explained as she started to mix their drinks. "How's Carol doing?"

"She's at home now. Don't know much more. Hey, did I tell you about our new med students?" His change of topic was revealing.

Greene locked eyes with her and shook his head. As far as she knew, he was Ross' best friend and had the patience of a saint, as Ross had told her.

"What about the students?"

"They're third-year students and they think they know it all, but there's this particular student that's driving us crazy."

"He's not that bad. He has potential."

"Has he?" She half listened, still working on their drinks.

"Well, he's Benton's student. He wants to be a surgeon, you see, and for doing that he must be soulless."

"You just want him on your ER team, Mark."

"He's good with patients. He still has a lot to learn but he has potential."

"He's also cute. Thank you," Ross smiled when she gave him a long glass with a neon yellow drink and a straw.

"Oh, yeah. Very cute." Greene nodded to her, eying weirdly the grayish, sparkling drink in his voluptuous glass. "John Carter is the new toy for the nurses. Until now Dough was the most handsome doctor at the ER. Although I disagreed on the matter. Now is Carter."

"How cute is he?"

"I think you would like him. He's cute and he knows it. Carter always looks up; he lowers his head so he can look up through his eyelashes with his brown puppy eyes. He even wears suspenders!" Ross complained.

"Oh! Oh, this is good. Very good." Greene complimented the drink.

As she moved to serve other customers she found Steve looking at her; she winked at him. The night ran before them, Ross asked for some scotch for him after his cocktail but pushed Greene to try a different one. She overheard parts of their conversations and they asked her opinion on stupid subjects as the alcohol was working its magic. Mark Greene was leaning his head on the counter, his hands playing with a straw as he mumbled about how his wife kept pushing on the matter of him changing the ER for private practice. Ross wasn't even listening to him now, looking at a woman on the other side of the counter that wasn't paying attention to him.

"Should I call you a cab, Doctor Ross?"

The older man blinked several times in an effort to focus his eyesight, he smiled on a thin line deepening his chin against his neck. "Yeah. Yeah… That'll be good, kid."

"Same taxi for both of you?"

"Sure. I have to take care of this big baby over here."

"No. No. I have– I have to go home. Jen– Jen's going to be pissed. I– I'm really drunk." He laughed so hard he fell from his stool. Ross tried to help him up, falling too.

"Don't be ridiculous. She went to her parents' house, remember? With Rachel, for the weekend."

"Oh… Oh! That's true! That's so very true! You're a terrible friend. You got me drunk!!"

"Only a little bit."

The rest of the night went by with its usual flow. A couple of drunk boys tried to have her number, although they were too drunk to see her clearly. A group of secretaries that had Sunday free approached Steve after having ogled him for hours from one of the booths; he talked politely to them, showing his charm without really flirting.

The clock struck six o'clock and the place was empty. The waiters were already mopping the dancing floor and Steve and Y/N were finishing the bar. Robin got out of the kitchen dragging her feet as if they weighed a few tons each.

"I. Am. Exhausted." She groaned.

"You look like shit." To Steve's statement, Robin flipped him the bird. He returned the gesture with a smile.

"We still have half an hour to close up. What's wrong with you, people?"

"Mickey, we might start to think of closing sooner."

"Listen to him," Y/N claimed, pointing at Dewey. Spencer gave her a stern look. "Sorry, Mr. Spencer."

"Why do you just call us mister when you want to mock us? I'm getting old with these workers, Vincent."

Y/N shared a complicit smile with Dewey.

Spencer went behind the bar counter to look for the tip jar and do the equal piles, but he was so tired that he decided he wanted a glass of water first. He took one of the recently dried squared glasses, put it under the faucet, and filled it. The moment he was about to drink, his hand shook and contracted against his will breaking the glass in his hand. As he cursed, Steve approached to help him.

"Get away!" Spencer and Dewey yelled at the same time.

Y/N gave Spencer a rag, "I'll take of this. Go clean it up."

"Be careful," the owner pleaded.

Steve didn't understand why his boss was fine accepting her help, but not his. She crouched under the counter, took out a box of latex gloves, and put on two in each hand before picking up the glasses pieces that rested on the floor and sink.

"I– What's wrong?" He looked confused at Y/N and Dewey.

She knew the answer, of course she knew, but she would never tell a secret that was not hers.

"Michael is seropositive," the old man explained. "The last tests showed up that his transmissivity of the virus had decreased, but we still need to be careful. I know this is kind of too much. There's no way you'll get infected by touching someone else's blood unless you had an open wound, but…" Shrugging, Dewey faced Steve for the first time. "Better be safe than sorry."

"I have this under control, boss, you can go with him." To Y/N's proposal, Dewey nodded and left.

She was scrubbing the blood with bleach with the same sentiment as someone who had just committed a crime and wanted to destroy the evidence. Steve waited for her to get up again before talking.

"I– I don't understand."

Taking the gloves off, she gave him a skeptical look. "They've been together since the seventies. Together, together. Spencer and Dewey. They have a business together and they share a house, not an apartment, a house. Did you really not connect the dots, Harrington?"

"In his defense, I didn't do it either," Robin confessed under her breath.

"Well, yeah. They took me in when I was homeless at seventeen. I lived at their house until I was twenty-one, really. We found out about Spencer's five years ago. If I'm telling you this is only because Dewey agreed; if you want details, ask them."

Making a beeline to the office, Y/N left Steve and Robin to their thoughts. Spencer was seated in his chair as Dewey took care of the thin cuts on his hands wondering out loud if they should go to the hospital or not. She informed them that everything was clean and that Buckley and Harrington might have questions before disappearing.

Robin and Steve were sharing a whispered conversation with the counter between them.

"Hey, Harrington! The washrooms aren't going to clean themselves. Come on, you take one and I take the other."

In less than fifteen minutes the ladies' restroom was spotless, its walls and floors so clean that they reflected the light, and the mirrors were free from finger marks, dried water spots, and lipstick. Why use lipstick on the mirror? She'll never know. The place had a particular clean smell, a mix of cleaning products and bleach. Usually, it would have taken her a little more time, now, however, she had used the spike of adrenaline that the broken glass gave her to finish the five stalls, five sinks, five mirrors, doors, walls, and floors in less time. Thank God Steve was doing the other restroom, her adrenaline spike had left her and she could barely keep her eyes open with exhaustion.

Robin had been waiting outside and gave her a tired but anxious smile.

"You done? As we have tonight and tomorrow night off, I thought that maybe we could do the slow dance thing. What do you say?"

"I say I want to go home and sleep, Buckley." She led the path towards the locker room, closely followed by Robin.

"Steve will drive you home, and he will pick you up this afternoon. Just after lunch. We can have kind of a sleepover at our place!"

"Aren't we too old for sleepovers?"

"How many sleepovers did you have as a child? See? None. I had two before meeting all the gang. You can sleep in Steve's bed, he'll sleep on the couch."

"Now that seems just mean."

"He offered. Come on, say yes. Please. Please. Please!"

She sighed leaning her forehead against the cold material of her locker's door, "When I was little I wanted a dog. I've been trying to convince Denny of adopting one. Since I've met you I have that experience covered."

"Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?"

"A statement."

Just as Robin had told her, Steve Harrington was waiting outside her apartment building at three o'clock in the afternoon. He was leaning against his car side, legs crossed by the ankles, arms crossed across his chest, his hair allowing a perfect lock of hair to fall down to his forehead, and sunglasses. Damn, he was hot! He looked like the main character in a romantic movie from the eighties and there was no way he didn't know it. She loved it. She was screwed.

With her approach, he closed the distance offering his hand to take her duffel bag and put it in the backseat while he explained that he had done some grocery shopping for the sleepover and the bags filled the car trunk. His movements were smooth and clean, so calculated that he didn't leave room for her to open the passenger seat door to get inside, he was the one who opened it instead. Steve gave her his most shiny smile, pleased with her efforts for not smiling herself, pursing her lips, and biting the inside of her cheeks. She wasn't subtle.

The car ride was filled with Steve talking about how Robin had insisted on renting some tapes at the video store, which led to how he worked at a video store with Robin in Hawkins called Family Video.

"I honestly had no clue of movies and the manager was Keith. We belonged to different species in school, you know, he was the nerdy type and kind of creepy too, if I'm honest. He worked at the Arcade for some time and he never told us why he changed to Family Video now that I think about it, but there I go, with a poor resume basically begging him to take me in. Robin helped me get the job, I owed her. Keith's like this movie freak that wants you to know all the little details and remember all the names… Dude, I just watch a movie to enjoy it not to analyze it."

"And to make out with your date."

He gave her an offended look, she tilted her head to the side so he sighed nodding. "Yeah, that too. My point is that my only working experience was at an ice cream shop at the new mall of Hawkins, and that fucking mall blew up in July. I had nothing, and Keith was asking me about my favorite movies. I told him about the Star Wars movies."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What? Do I not look like someone who would enjoy some space battles?"

"You watched them with that friend of yours, Dustin, didn't you?"

"You're a demon and I hate you."

"That's a yes."

"Yes. It is, in fact, a yes. The movies were good, and I liked them. Dustin and I even had a secret handshake, you know? Pretending to be using the lightswords and all." He sounded very pleased with himself.

"Lightsabers."

"Whatever. Do you know what Keith asked me?"

"What?"

"To name the movie. I didn't fucking know they had different names!" And just with that, Y/N was laughing so hard tears were falling from her eyes. Steve enjoyed it, discovering there that it was the very first time that he had seen her laugh so truly. He did that. "I told him I liked the one with the teddy bears better."

"You did not!!"

"He wasn't going to give me the job. I assure you that even if I had had the same knowledge that him, he would still refuse. The guy hated my guts, man."

"Because you were popular in school and he was not?"

"Precisely. Also, the fact that I was an asshole in school didn't help my case."

"You were? I mean, I guess that it's just something that goes hand to hand, popularity and idiocy."

"In my defense, I'll say I was young, stupid, and had terrible friends. Although I doubt we can call them that. Robin would be pleased to explain my assholery behavior."

"Were you the kind of guy to mess with others?"

"Hell no. No. I didn't make fun of people but I didn't stop Tommy and Carol. And there's one time in which I broke Jonathan's camera. Bad time."

"Oh, my God! Did you bully the soon-to-be husband of your ex-girlfriend? Dude!"

"I know…"

"Dude!!"

He couldn't help but laugh with her. A comfortable silence settled between them afterward.

"So, what did Robin tell Keith for him to change his mind?" She reoriented the topic.

"That if he hired me, hot girls would come inside the store at all times."

"Big promise."

"I'm charming."

"You know, there's one thing that really fascinates me about you."

"Only one? Ouch."

"You're handsome. You're cute, you have the looks and the charm, and you know how to use it. You know the tools you have at your disposal. However, with some women, you use them perfectly and with most of them you just–" she snapped her fingers. "Man, I don't know how to explain it, but it's like you're all suddenly shy and awkward, and like you have zero confidence and, although it's very cute, it's also like watching a car crash."

Steve nodded as if he was considering her words. "That might be because I really have zero confidence," he confessed with a sad smile. "I don't do rejection well, and it's all I know which is ironic. Let me tell you, though, that all I'm going to remember of what you just said is that you think I'm cute."

"I don't."

"Yeah, you do. You said I'm cute, twice."

"That doesn't mean I think you are."

"But you do."

"I do not."

"It's alright, kid, I know I'm cute."

"Bite me!"

"Only if you ask nicely."

The fact that he gave her the same comeback she had given him before only made her want to smile more. Fucking Steve Harrington!

To be continued…

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villain-sympathizer · 1 year

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Your twice x reader was so cute to read, so I wonder if you could write something like that again!

him and reader where they are both doing silly, normal things laughing, when all of the sudden one of his personalities reveals what he's trying to hide: confessing his love

Of course only when you have time for that :)

YES!!! oh my GOD thats such a cute idea, thank you for this

the last few weeks have been so stressful and hell on my mental health, so i think i and everyone else deserve some good ol' Twice fluff 💕

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[Twice x GN!Reader] [Contents: Jin’s dual personality; and pure tooth-rotting fluff!] [Word count: 1.1k]

»»—— Loves me, Loves me Not (Except he does) ——««

Moving into a new place is always a hassle for everyone involved. Hiring movers, packing, loading, unloading, unpacking, and then having to spend the next month or more attempting to acclimate to the new surroundings and feelings of displacement. But moving in with your significant other for the first time? It makes it just a little more bearable. Furniture shopping, deciding on décor, playful bickering over if a stiffer or softer mattress is better – the little things that make the journey more enjoyable. Said journey is made even more enjoyable when one’s significant other is no other than Jin Bubaigawara, a comedically eccentric man who, despite his crumbling mental state, knows just how to liven up any event regardless of it’s theme. He knew the perfect ways to “spice up” a mundane task, as he puts it, which really just consists of making a fool of himself intentionally. But it gets his friends to laugh and smile, so he does what he can for them. This is no different for his lover, [Name], either.

Shopping trip after shopping trip of buying necessities can get boring and draining real fast. Groceries, hygiene needs, kitchen sets, furniture, frames for pictures and posters, hardware for hanging said framed pictures and posters – the list seemingly never ends. Jin, however, was always determined to keep their spirits high, by any means necessary. Pretending to be a furniture sales agent and giving the most obvious or bullshit details about a couch they’re looking at, or poking fun at whatever weird-looking object they happen to come across in their shopping spree. He once tried to do consecutive backflips off a line of beds in one of the furniture outlets he and his partner went to, and likely would have succeeded in that task had it not been for the employee yelling at them both to leave.

“What a party pooper – What an asshole!” Jin had said then, with a pout that resembled a child being scolded by their parent for just wanting to have fun. [Name] merely patted his shoulder in assurance, shepherding him off to the next destination.

“They just don’t understand what it means to be in love and have fun,” [Name] had responded with, not knowing the weight their words had just put on Jin’s mind. A good weight, but one that leaves you feeling both anxious and giddy, eager to share your thoughts but scared to have them rejected.

Love. Jin knew he was in love with them, had known since the day they first spoke to each other. But when was a good time to say it? When do normal people say they love their partner? Jin was no normal person, what much was clear – quirk trauma, villainous background, and an incredibly lonely past can do a number on ones behavior. He was ready to propose to them right off the bat, if they were as starved for affection as he was; but [Name] was normal, as far as he could tell, and Jin wanted to give them a regular-paced relationship. So far moving in with each other is a huge step… but did couples confess their love before or after that? Is it still too early, or was he too late? Does he say it now, or wait till marriage? These were the kinds of thoughts that weighed heavily on his mind, and the closer they got to fully moving into their new apartment, the more obvious it was in his attitude.

“Okay, what’s on your mind, big guy?” [Name] released a sigh of relief when the two of them flopped backward onto their new shared bed, the box spring and frame finally set up and the mattress covered with brand new sheets and a comforter to match. “You’ve been quiet and distracted these last few days. Distracted I’m used to, but the quiet part is very unlike you,” they mention, turning their head to gaze over at him.

Jin blinks out of his stupor, not moving to look at his partner and opting to continue staring at the ceiling. “Nothing! Nothing at all – well, maybe something – nope! Totally fine, just tired,” he rambles, his second personality cutting in occasionally. “Been a long week, y’know? Fuckin’ exhausted as hell – just lots to do, and still more to be done! Ugh, just kill me now.” Finally, he turns and gives them a reassuring grin, eyes squinted in content as he gazes softly at them. I love you, I love you, I love you, his mind chanted, the words begging to be released since the day they met.

[Name] raises an eyebrow, returning the grin back to him. “Yeah, me too, I understand. Almost over, though, so don’t worry!” They chirp, tone shifting briefly from tired to lighthearted in an attempt to comfort the other.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Ha! Yeah, you could say that again,” Jin mirrors their tone, stretching his arms a bit before relaxing again against the bed.

I love you, I love you, I love you.

[Name] shifts their position so that they can cuddle up to his side, head resting against his pec and arm draped over his chest. Jin’s arm reaches out to wrap around their shoulder.

I love you, I love you, I love you –

“I love you,” Jin’s second voice blurts out, his free hand immediately snapping up to cover his mouth in panic. He feels [Name] jolt slightly from the sudden movement, though Jin took it as a sign of shock.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- well, I guess I did mean to – God, I love you – fuck, I mean…!” He rambles yet again, the words pouring from his mouth as he attempts to explain a situation that didn’t need an explanation, the hand that was over his mouth now nervously running through his hair. “I… it’s… it’s not too early to say that, is it?” He asks tentatively.

Feeling his partner shift around and lift themselves up, Jin’s eyes flick towards them, waiting for an answer. Instead of the shocked, uncomfortable expression he was expecting, the blonde man was instead greeted by his lover’s look of fond confusion. The kind of look that says, ‘You’re such a dork, but a cute one’.

“Too early? Jin, babe, we just moved in together. I was honestly getting worried at this point,” [Name] grins brightly at him, leaning in to touch their nose to his. “I love you too, you dork.”

Jin blinks owlishly at them, letting the words settle into his heart as it swells with adoration, a goofy smile stretching across his face. “You love me…? Who wouldn’t?!” The words of his second side were boisterous and proud, though they both know it was a ruse to cover his obvious anxiety over the situation. Gathering up [Name] in a bear hug, he laughs as they squeak in surprise, but quickly join in his laughter as Jin rocks them side to side within the hug.

“They love me! They love me!”

Then again, who wouldn't?

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #jin bubaigawara x reader #jin bubaigawara #twice x reader #dame writes

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my animal crossing island might be named after onisister but there is another team in my heart. so i spent a normal amount of hours designing a ryuseitai-themed upstairs for kid cat in hhp

and it is

Elaborate

so allow me to. well. to speak further in depth on this topic

first off, the centerpiece of the whole room, the media center. they dont all get to gather in the a/v room like last year so they get this.

behind the projector is a patchwork sofa chair in the 'leaves' colorway, which combines with the loveseat, the cushion, and the barstool to form the seating arrangements. its not actually a hard and fast arrangement, chiaki radiates heat which kanata can only stand for so long, so he'll switch with one of the juniors or just kick chiaki off the couch entirely if feeling particularly puckish.

also visible here is the sushi on the kitchenette, the fries and basil-y tomato-y pizza margherita on the coffee table, and the "galbi" (carpaccio di marlin blu) and "hyorogan" (coconut cookies, i couldnt find anything that looked like shinobus actual favorite food, umeboshi. i think if i had cherry jam? closest legal relative, but still more of a stretch than the coconut cookie-hyorogan stretch. like, hyorogan does actually look like that.)

so, from here, we go to the specific areas

a pond for pukapuka, some fish, what more could you possibly need?

though the glow stickers on the wall were probably not put there by kanata himself but rather by the person who put the rest of the glow stickers up,

shinobu! froggie chair. another one with not a lot to point out, everythings pretty self explanatory. i was going to make this space more enclosed, because, you know, ninja, but i was running out of space. i couldve maybe done better if there wasnt a doorway in the middle of the other wall and it could be off to the side or something.

also the middle thing on the wall there is a switch lite, because im not sure how much of a gamer shinobu is but i know he was really excited when he learned hasumi-dono knew about p*kemon....

the keroppi snack could belong to either shinobu or the person on the other side of the divider,

midori! this is an awkward photo. i dont actually very much sanrio furniture despite having the cards, otherwise i wouldve used it more here, im too lazy to scan them in. otherwise the posters of the sanrio villagers would be on the wall next to jack, who stands at the precipice of midori's chill out zone to scare off chiaki, which otherwise contains nothing but plushies, a futon to take a depression nap on, and a tv to secretly enjoy things on (which is apple shaped because midori is the produce boy).

and then across the doorway is

see, this is a much larger space, i couldve used fewer tiles, but because i wasnt trying to replicate a set like i was for the crazy anthem one, i was actually minding the doors and windows of the space.

ok so the. the cross-stitch. ok. i thought there was like a folding fan or some framed embroidery or something, but there is NOT, so. tetora's prized gift from his beloved taishou is. cross stitch (cock (manly)).

this is another area which is mostly self-explanatory. the thing next to the basketball is a pile of model kits, no idea if chiaki actually does those, but it is more toku merch, so.

the picture frame in the shelves is a customizable thing and i didnt vibe with any of the options so thats a. custom design i made to spice up my beaches. its transparent, so. lets just call it a shadow box displaying a shell chiaki recieved as a gift or something.

also theyre like switching leaders every project now but you see that stack of papers? you know whos probably doing like, the most of the paperwork. probably wont even let anyone else do it even if they ask. what paperwork. theres barely any paperwork theres no paperwork what are you talking about.

#visit scenic kitou #dream on stupids

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25thhanabusa · 9 months

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100 HORROR MOVIES IN 100 DAYS CHALLENGE!

For those who don't follow me on Insta, a friend suggested a challenge based on some poster she found, but everything on it were movies I had already seen. You know, your Friday the 13th, Dawn of the Dead, The Conjuring. So to spice things up, here is the challenge:

1. 100 horror movies you've never seen before.

2. No sequels, prequels, or remakes of movies you have seen before or watch for the challenge.

3. The exception to the rule is in theater releases. (If you're going out, treat yourself)

4. It doesn't matter how you watch it. (streaming, physical, YouTube, etc. Whatever you have accessible.)

5. You can skip days or double up on movies, just so long as 100 are watched within the time frame.

6. Preferably over 40+ minutes. There are some wonderful short films and specials that shouldn't go overlooked, but nothing too short.

7. Horror shows do not count toward the challenge. However, if it is like a made for TV halloween/horror special, very prominent in children's media, that is fine.

8. This is a challenge based on your viewing history, preferences, and accessibility. The rules are yours to change or discard entirely. Whatever works for you!

The rules are very simple, but the possibilities are endless! If there are classics you've just never got around to or you want to expand your knowledge of a subgenre you rarely explore, this is a great time to explore.

Helpful tools and ideas!

1. TUBI (free with ads streaming service): It's free with a remarkably huge library of popular, obscure, and international movies. If you want to just pop something on, it's super easy to find something random. Tubi is not very curated, so if you want something more specific, make sure you decide on a movie beforehand.

2. IMDB PARENTAL GUIDE/DOES THE DOG DIE? (content warnings services): If there are hard NOs for watching a horror movie, or you prefer to be prepared, these seem to be the most reliable and in-depth for warnings.

3. Tumblr, Letterbox, and Wikipedia are great places to get ideas for what to watch. There are many horror blogs that have daily movies, lists, and gifsets. Letterbox has a lot of curated lists if you're looking for a certain subgenre or vibe. Wikipedia has lists of movies by year, decade, genre, country, etc. There are plenty of other spaces to get inspiration as well, all depending on your interests.

I have been recording my movies via Instagram stories, but I will be starting to document my journey here as well. If you decide to join in, I'd love to see what you are watching!

#100 horror challenge #horror movies #horror #100 days challenge #have fun

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Kinda weird question, but given he was the de-facto last man standing in the empire in the Star Wars EU, do you think Pellaeon should have become the new emperor around the time of the Hand of Thrawn, rather than just styling himself supreme commander?

I always thought it was a major mistake of the EU to not have a new imperial family take over the empire during the era where they and the new republic were at peace, and the empire might begin leaving behind the mess Palpatine made out of it, especially given that as you yourself have noted before, its the interpersonal family dynamics that make stories about kingdoms and empires so much more interesting than republics(just compare the fire nation and the royal family against the republic elections of korra).

Pellaeon would seem the natural fit for this role, as the poster boy for a "good" imperial leader, and given the following era was supposed to be about the Republic and Empire teaming up against a warhammer style invader after making a lasting peace, adding the internal power dynamics of a new imperial family could probably have spiced things up a bit from the wannabe grimdark of the era.

Also, having the empire be an actual empire again, with all that entails(especially if they go with it reforming), would probably have made for much better story than them just being fascist light, only now not actually fighting the good guys.

This is a really good point. I actually think that the EU got close to this vision with the Fel Empire from the Legacy comics, and even got a great ending (or at least a solid one considering how rushed the ending to that series was) in the form of Emperor Fel falling to the dark side and demonstrating the corrupting nature of that style of monarchism. And we got Imperial Knights out of it, whose costumes are so good I own their action figures.

However, part of the problem of the Fel Empire is that it's limited to the Legacy comics, which jumped several generations ahead, so we never really got a story of how it came to be and also the story was too focused on Kade Skywalker and the nuRebellion to spend time on the interesting characters. So much more could have been done with that, the books would have been a great place for it. And it doesn't help that the first Fel character, Baron Fel, only appeared in the X-Wing comics which a lot of novel-readers didn't bother with.

I like the idea of using Pellaeon for the reasons you note. However, by the end of the 'Bantam' run of novels, he wasn't really developed beyond his role as an Imperial admiral. That served its purpose in the Space Opera stories he appeared in, but for stories about royal intrigue, a lot would have had to be invented. Giving him an arc where he grows beyond his military experience to be a statesman would have been good, but we'd have to invent an Imperial family for him, as well as allies and rivals and all the rest of that kind of thing. That's not a reason not to go forward with the idea, of course, but it would be extra work.

I wonder if people would have liked the idea of a political marriage to Daala. That character has always drawn mixed reactions from fans, but I admit I kind of enjoy how most of her writers have used her as a wildcard to galvanize the plot. At the very least, I'd prefer Empress Daala better than Empress Leonia Tavira. And like NJO invented some random Shadow Academy graduates to be dark Jedi, perhaps similar characters could have been used as the first generation of Imperial Knights.

Yeah, there were some possibilities, there. I wonder what Zahn would have thought of that for Pellaeon.

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John and Blake are wanted men, Nathan knows that much, but after seeing their wanted poster the boy becomes curious on just what, exactly, they’re wanted for.

Turns out it is not a long nor complicated story. It is, however, strange and hilarious.

———

"Theft, assault, stealing a horse, and murder?" Nathan gasped, the wanted poster in his hands crinkling loudly. John rolled his eyes and plucked the poster from the boys hands.

"Relax, we didn't kill anyone. It was all a huge misunderstanding."

Blake nodded. "He's right. We did steal a horse, though. That had been a dumb idea."

John bristled. "Hey! It was a perfectly fine idea, it just didn't work out!"

"How did you get pinned with murder, exactly?" Nathan asked, and both men shuffled nervously, Blake rubbing the back of his neck.

"Um, well, I–"

"Blake knocked someone out and they landed in a pool of cranberry juice. People thought it was blood." John answered finally.

"It was an accident!" Blake yelled.

"I never said it wasn't!"

"Ok, now you gotta tell me the full story." Nathan said, getting comfortable on the log he was sitting on. Both men looked a little unsure, but Nathan wasn't about to let it go, so they sat down in the dirt and began the story. John cleared his throat.

"Ok, so it started with us trying to get money, as usual. We were in some town... Can't remember the name now. Buntywuck?"

"Bunwick." Blake corrected.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, this place was crawling with Royalists– I guess it was where a lot of them got stationed– and me and Blake were already wanted for a bunch of things, so we didn't wanna get caught. We needed money, though, so we came up with a plan; Blake would wear the enchanted cloak to disguise himself and make a scene, and I'd steal some money while everyone was distracted. It was simple."

Blake laughed bitterly. "Yeah, and like most simple things, it failed. Badly."

"What happened?" Nathan asked.

"Well, Blake went over to a merchant in the street who was selling fruit and juice and started yelling at the guy about how his produce was rotten. That made the merchant mad, of course, so now they're both yelling at each other. It distracted a few people, but not enough, so Blake decided to spice it up."

Blake blushed, embarrassed, and swallowed thickly. "I hadn't meant for it to happen, but the merchant and I got in a bit of a... tussle–"

"Tussle? It was a full-blown fistfight!"

"-And when I punched, him, he fell onto one of his shelves full of juice and hit his head. He'd also managed to pull my cloak off, so everyone saw who I really was; a wanted man standing over what looked like a dead guy. He was just knocked out, but with all of the cranberry juice everywhere, people thought... Well..."

"So anyway, I took it as the distraction we needed to bleed some people dry of their coins." John finished proudly with a smile. Blake glowered at him.

"Yeah, and then we had to run like hell when ten Royalists came charging down the street. We ended up hopping on a random horse and rode as fast as it would take us."

"The next time we saw a wanted poster for us, it said we were wanted for assault, stealing a horse, and murder. Which frankly is ridiculous, they had to have found out by then that the guy wasn't dead. They just wanted to make us look even worse than we already did."

Blake nodded sagely. Nathan blinked. The story was laughable, and anyone else would have called them liars and ask for the real story, but Nathan felt compelled to believe them. They spoke honestly enough, and it sounded just stupid and crazy enough to be something they'd done.

"What about the burglary stuff?" Nathan asked.

"Oh, that happened later. And just to be clear, we did in fact burglarize someone." John said seriously.

"Yeah, we stole all of their silverware." Blake said, as if that cleared things up perfectly. It was a story for another day, though. Nathan scrunched his nose. When he'd first seen the wanted posters for the two men he'd been a little scared– and a little angry too, if he's honest– but after spending some time with them it was hard to see the scary monsters the Royalists made them out to be. How anyone could find them scary he'd never know.

"Well... Interesting story." He mumbled.

Blake shrugged. "I guess. I'd rather not think about it too much..."

"Yeah, it always gives me a craving for cranberry juice." John grunted, glaring at his canteen of water.

#writing #bookish #fallen magic #Nathan magrath #Blake yu #Johnathan Paine #writers on tumblr #original story #original work #original characters #writer

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0ffisially0ll0 · 2 years

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"Somniphobia"

#pretty ok with how this turned out #but the bg is plain as hell lmao #had no idea how to spice it up so i made it like a poster hehe #fnaf #fnaf moondrop #fnaf 9 #fnaf sb #moondrop #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's security breach #security breach #my art #somniphobia #somniphobia fnaf

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pet-pet-peet · 2 years

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For the event- could I request a headcannon with all of the dorm leaders reacting to seeing the readers home in their world please. Thank you

Oof, they would hate my living situation as much as I do XD

100 follower event

Masterlist

Story: The dorm leaders are coming to visit your apartment for the first time after getting permission from Crowley

Tw: might be a bit condescending, but my idea was that your apartment looks painfully normal- there’s no problem with that, though!

Pairing(s): Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x gn reader and their reaction to your home in your world

Riddle was very eager to finally see you again, he felt as though it’s been centuries!

He let a wave of anxiety rush through him as he prepared to experience a new world, just as you had done

When he arrived in a normal looking room, the first thing he heard was the traffic outside

He felt odd as he realized he arrived in your living room, but he hoped you wouldn’t mind if he peeked around a bit

He noticed some pictures around and on the walls, some paintings or posters and others of you with who he presumed was friends or family

He smiled at some of the goofy ones, such as one where you had a birthday hat on and cake all over your pouting face

He found a stereo, but didn’t exactly know how to use it since it wasn’t a model he’s seen before

He decided to try and press some buttons, finding out how to turn it on but wishing he hadn’t as music blared loudly

You burst out of your room with a plastic sword to see your boyfriend look at you like a deer caught in headlights

“Forgive me..I didn’t break any of your home’s rules have I? Please allow me to make it up to you somehow!”

He was very excited but didn’t allow himself to show it

His face lit up once he found himself in an unfamiliar room, though, glancing around eagerly for any trace of you

Your scent invaded his senses as he felt himself be at ease, finally able to see the only person he really cared about once more

When your voice didn’t greet his ears, though, he frowned

He decided to open the doors he saw around to try and find you

A closet, empty; the bathroom, empty; your room- wow it’s a mess, empty

He grew frustrated, so he went back to your living room and sat on your couch, staring at the door until he could finally see you

When the door’s lock made a noise, his ears perked up, and he practically pounced on you when you walked in

You were so shocked, but his happy purring was very nostalgic to you and you hugged him back

“Your phone from our world still works here, doesn’t it Herbivore? Let me know what you do from now on so you don’t keep me waiting like this again.”

He tried to keep his composure to the best of his ability, but the smile on his face was evident of his enthusiasm

He was slightly uncomfortable with the idea of going to a new world, getting used to land was already a challenge for him; but he would do anything to see you again

He arrives a bit ungracefully, but straightens himself up and smooths his clothes as he searched for you

Not seeing you, he felt like he was intruding- it made him a bit uncomfortable to be here without your knowledge

Luckily for him, you had a pet fish he could go to for company

He watched your fish swim around until he got a bit bored and started looking at your interior design-

It was..something! Perhaps it was a popular style in your world..

He started looking at what you had and telling your fish how he would change it to add some more spice, more pizzazz and color

He stopped talking as he heard you come into your apartment, his eyes sparkling as he said your name in a voice that could make the saddest person happy

“(Y/N)! I’ve been waiting for you, I hope you don’t mind! Your fish friend and I have been passing the time together.”

Literally cannot contain the amount of joy he feels to finally be able to see you again, he’s bouncing in place with anticipation

Once he arrives in your apartment he calls your name, then looks through every room while calling for you until he realizes that you’re not there

He gets a bit pouty, but decides to do something instead of sitting quietly in a weird environment so..

He knew what to do! He would make you a meal, one that would remind you of when you ate together in Scarabia

He went into your kitchen to see what you had, looking through your cabinets for different ingredients

Okay..not much to work with, but he can manage! He turns his attention to the stove that seemed unused

Shouldn’t be too hard, just use fire magic and it’s on..there!

Kalim got to work as he heard you walk in and you stare at him in confusion, having to do a double take

He simply smiled at you and served you a dish of your random kitchen food and spices, which honestly looked really good

“Welcome home! I hope you don’t mind me making you dinner while you were gone. How was your time back home? What were you out doing? I wanna know everything you like to do here!”

He elegantly but eagerly awaited being by your side again, hoping you’ve been taking care of yourself

He arrived with as much grace as one would expect of Vil, and he immediately took in his surroundings

It was..decent. It looked pretty clean anyway, so that was good

He pondered over your choice in furniture, some of the colors you chose were just..not compatible

He looked in the other rooms, taking note that the bathroom at least looked cleaner but your room...he closed the door and decided that would be a topic for another day

In his rounds he noticed a very apparent lack of you in the apartment, apart from your pictures that he decided to gauge a story from

He hummed, deciding he should go back into your room..brave soul he is

He looked through your closet, wanting to get a grasp of your style now that he could see clothes unrelated to school from you

You walked into your apartment and noticed your bedroom door open, so you cautiously made your way over to see your lovely boyfriend! In front of two piles of your clothes?? That was new..

“Ah, my love! I was looking through your wardrobe, I hope that’s alright. I separated your clothes into two piles; one that I feel would compliment your features, and the other I’d like to see for myself to make a final decision. Would you mind indulging me?”

He’s SO happy..but he’s SO nervous-

His arrival made his face seem comical, just very wide amber eyes looking around wildly

Was honestly underwhelmed..until he saw an anime poster framed beautifully on the wall

Your world has anime, too!? Amazing! You’re gonna have to show him all of your favorites

It makes him a bit excited and he starts thinking of what kind of games are in your world

That’s when his eyes catch a playstation connected to your tv in your living room, it looks similar to the gaming consoles in his world..

He takes no time in figuring it out and how to get it to run, looking through the games you had for it

Chooses one that seems interesting..and just so happens to have a cool name. ‘Outlast’, huh? What is he trying to outlast? Whatever it is, he’s up for the challenge!

You walked into your apartment to hear a small yelp from your boyfriend, who looked at you from a very familiar predicament to you in the game

“You scared me, I thought you were gonna try to kill me! Oh..b-but it’s great to see you again..! D...Do you wanna play with me..?”

Has the sweetest excited look, like a kid on Christmas, when he gets the permission

He ignores the pleas of Sebek to come with him for his protection and goes alone, immediately wanting to embrace you when he arrives

Until he doesn’t see you..his smile drops a bit as he hopes you’ll be back home soon

He sees a clock on the wall and sits down, ignoring his surroundings and only focusing on the time ticking by

He didn’t usually care for time, but he wanted to know exactly how long he has to wait so he can make you hold him for that exact amount of time (or longer) as punishment

He started to pout as his patience wore thin quickly, so he started looking around your apartment and found a bunch of books piled on your kitchen bar area

He sat at one of the seats and looked at the books, noticing that they were textbooks

Flipping open your history textbook, he started reading about your world’s past and the things that have come from it

You walked in to see him already almost done with it?? You couldn’t even finish reading one paragraph, maybe you should get him to tutor you..he heard you and turned to you with a bright smile and brighter eyes

“Child of man, it’s been quite a long while! I assume, at least..that’s how it has felt since you left. May I embrace you?”

*All Images are official art from Twisted Wonderland and do not belong to me. They are the Lab Coat Groovy card art

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ameliajessicawilliamspond · 3 years

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There he was.

Hung on a wall like a damn display.

Luke Skywalker, the ultimate prize.

Luke had gone out on a mission alone which always worried Din. Sometimes he would run a little late but he always came back in one piece, most of the time without a scratch on him. The more time Din spent around the Jedi, the more real this power, this Force, of the Jedi became.

He wondered how strong Grogu would become...

This mission was supposed to be two days. Maximum. Luke had laughed and said he'd be home by dinner.

That was two weeks ago.

Which was concerning on its own. But then, the wanted posters on Luke began to dissapate. Han hoped it was because they decided to stop trying, but Din knew better. The only reason a bounty would be taken down is if...if the bounty was fulfilled.

Din followed Luke's trail and realized, unfortunately, he was right. The Jedi was taken to Kessal.

"Did they kill him?" Din asked his informant, voice even, being careful not to portray the fear coursing through him.

"No." The woman said, and Din's heart flipped. "Not yet." She continued. Din leaned forward. "The bounty hunter brought the jedi to Moris Asz, a Crime Boss amongst spice traders. He was to deliver the jedi to Mos Gideon. Word is he decided the jedi was too valuable to waste on Gideon's "experiments", too big a prize to dispose of. Word around here is he has the jedi strung up somewhere on display. A testamony to his power."

Din had a hard time believing that. He had seen Luke hurt in ways thst would keep even the strongest being down and still win an entire battle. There was no way some gangster had him somewhere -alive and awake- without already having been destroyed.

Still, the image that invaded his mind terrified him. Luke Skywalker, strung up somewhere like a morose art piece, bleeding, dying, scared---

No. No, he wouldn't dwell on it. He couldn't. Din shoved the invasive thought from his mind.

The informant sent him Moris Asz's location, a palace in the middle of Kessel surrounded by spice mining camps.

Not a problem for a Mandalorian.

Din spotted a grouping of droids. Reprogrammed battle droids from the Clone War, turned into bodyguards.

Din shot his whistling bird, taking down two at once. He hopped the fence, shoving his way past two more, taking one out with his blaster, the other with his fist.

He turned down a hall. Two humanoids, three droids. The droids fired and the Mandalorian ducked behind a wall, thumping his arm against it. The gaurds called to the droids to stop firing and ran forward, hoping to find an injured intruder. Din leapt up, grabbing one bodyguard by the neck and turning him around, using him as human shield. The other gaurd hesitated, swearing under his breath. Din used the hesitation to shove the meat shield at the other gaurd, knocking them both into the wall.

Turning his attention to the droids, Din pulled out the Beskaar staff, knocking the blasters from their slow metal hands, then piercing through their circuitry.

Behind him, Din heard shuffling. Din stood stock still as the shuffling became a full run. The gaurds behind him had woken up. Din settled into his stance, still facing away from them.

Closer.

Now.

Din swung, managing to brain one, and in one quick motion, pierce the other's heart. They both fell, dead.

Spinning on his heels, he saw the door they had been outside of. Two giant, carved wooden doors that seemed to lead to some grand hall.

That would be a good display room, Din thiught grimly.

Din shoved the doors open and sure enough, there he was, Jedi Knight Luke Skywalker, hanging on the back wall, two lights pointing to illumate him, frozen in Carbonite.

Luke indeed looked like a morose painting. His head was raised, mouth slightly ajar. His left hand outstretched, as if he was about to use his power, -or ask whoever was doing this to stop- his eyes, though grey and flat thanks to the carbonite, were blown wide open.

"Kriff." Din swore. Luke would most definitely be dealing with carbonite induced blindness and would be coughing up carbonite for at least a week thanks to whoever did this to him without preparing him correctly.

Din stepped forward, testing for any trip wires. Tentatively, he reached out to touch the carbonite, just to see if there was any trap. But his hand touched Luke's outstretched fingers and...

oh...

He was so still, so cold, like a statue. The little control Din had over himself, his determination to make sure he saw this as just another mission to spare his sanity shattered like glass.

"Oh, Luke..." Din slid his hand fully into Luke's unmoving one. His other hand touched Luke's face, tracing his jaw as he studied the unmoving jedi. This close Din could see it; the terror Luke was frozen in. "What did they do to you?"

He pulled himself from his thoughts, knowing time was certainly of the essence now that he had wasted valuable time. Din dashed around to the side of the box and typed in the release code. Luke began to glow red as the Carbonite melted away. Din looked around again, waiting for the sound of approaching gaurds. Why hadn't anyone else shown up yet?

Luke fell from the device like a pile of bricks. Din rushed forward, catching him just in time, but the jedi shoved him away. Confused, the Mandalorian tried to grab him again but Luke pitched forward, shoving him again before vomiting up grey and Din recognized it as the Carbonite that had entered his mouth coming back up with a vengeance.

Luke trembled above the pile of grey bile below him. He pushed himself back on his knees, his arms wrapping around himself as he desperately tried to look around the room with no success. "I can't see...Why...why can't I see?" Luke begged the air.

Din reached out tentatively. "Luke--"

Luke shot himself backwards at the touch with a rasped "no" and Din pulled his hand away like he had been burned. "Who are you?" Luke asked through chattering teeth. "What happened to me?" He asked.

"You were frozen in Carbonite." Din answered honestly.

Luke's demeanor shattered. Whatever he had left of that jedi mask crumbled before the Mandalorian's eyes. "No, no no no no, I'm not...I can't be...He...He won. He got me. It's over I-I'm gunna be forced to Turn or He's going to kill me. I can't turn to the Dark Side! Please no--no, Vader please-!" Luke panicked, curling into himself.

Din didn't know how to respond, he had no idea what Luke was talking about, trapped in some memory from his past. Brain fog and jumbled memories, another side effect of Carbonite Sickness. He knew he had to calm the jedi down fast before someone heard them. "Luke, Luke listen to me. The war is over, Vader is gone. I'm Din Djarin, I'm here to rescue you."

Luke's head shot up, turning to his general direction. "Din..." He whispered, trying to make sense of his jumbled mind. "Why can't I feel you?" He asked, and Din's heart skipped.

The Beskar made him a nearly blank space in the Force. Luke couldn't sense him. Din removed his glove, grabbing Luke's hand, causing the jedi to gasp, his trembling grip tightening around Din's hand like a lifeline.

"I'm so cold..." He whimpered, curling further into himself. Din was reminded of the story Luke had told him about his time on Hoth and how much he hated the cold. With one hand he pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around the jedi. Luke pulled the matierial tight around him.

"Come on." Din said, as gently as he could. They couldn't wait here any longer, it had been too long since someone had come to find them and that was concerning. Surely someone should have come for them by now...

Din pulled Luke to his feet, never letting go of his hand. "Can you walk?" Luke shuffled from one foot to the other, testing it himself before stiffly nodding. Din squeezed his hand. "Good. Come on."

They got down two halls without a soul in sight. Din was beginning to hope that the universe had finally given him a break.

He should have known better.

Because standing there at the end of the third hallway with a smirk, surrounded by two bounty hunters and a half dozen battle droids, was Moris Asz, arms folded, Luke's lightsaber hanging off his hip. Din yanked Luke behind his back, his free hand hovering over the Dark Saber.

"Oh, little Jedi, that's not where you're supposed to be." the gangster mocked. Luke pushed in closer against Din's back.

"This bounty has already been fulfilled." the Twi'lek bounty hunter mocked.

"He's coming with me." Din responed blankly.

"No, he's really not." Moris Asz said.

The jedi let out a yelp and Din felt Luke's hand ripped from his own. Din spun, Dark Saber ignited. Luke was being held, one hand curled tightly in his golden hair, the other arm wrapped around his throat, by another bounty hunter, the cloak a discarded heap on the ground beneath his feet. Din cursed himself for not hearing the Rodian approach.

"Well well, the Mand'alor himself come to rescue his precious little jedi. My my, how the mighty Mandalorians have fallen." The gangster mocked. Din spun, saber aimed at the gangster's throat, but he simply waved him off. "Don't bother with the pagentries, Mand'alor. Every gun in this room is trained on his little blond head. You so much as flinch, and he's gone. You wouldn't want that, would you, your Majesty?"

Din turned back to Luke, who was struggling against the arms holding him. Din had no idea what to do, how he would save the jedi.

Luke's sightless eyes found Din's helmet and something in them flashed.

Oh.

Oh....

Din shut the Dark Saber off and put his hands in the air.

"Good boy. " the Human bounty hunter next to Moris mocked.

"Kick that over here." the gangster said and Din obliged, kicking the Dark Saber over to him. Moris Asz picked it up to examine it before turning his attention back to Din. "Kneel."

Din hesitated, and the Rodian's grip tightened in Luke's hair, pulling an involuntary whine from the shivering jedi and Din dropped to his knees.

Luke is handed off to the Human bounty hunter and forced to kneel next to Moris Asz as well.

"You are going back on my wall, little jedi. You're too pretty a decoration. Although," he said as he grabbed Luke by the jaw and forced his head up, tilting the jedi's face from one side to the other. "You look real pretty like this too." Luke's eyes wandered, failing to find the man's eyes. Moris Asz released Luke's jaw, the jedi's head falling to his chest, exhausted. "This is the mighty jedi everyone was so scared of?" He waved his hand in front of Luke's face with no response. "Blind as a bat. Pathetic."

Din laughed.

Every head turned to him.

Din looked up, waving his hand in a dismissive way. "Sorry, sorry, continue."

Everyone in the room looked around at each other.

Moris Asz crossed his arms, seemingly growing bigger with rage. "What's so funny?" He demanded.

"Sorry, it's just...you really don't know who you captured, do you?" Din asked.

The gangster looked around the room, bouncing on his heels. No one seemed to know what the Mandalorian was talking about. "What do you mean?" Moris Asz asked.

Din shrugged. "It's just that...sorry, you really don't know?"

The gangster huffed in frustration.

"Spit it out!" The Rodian demanded.

"Jedi don't need their eyes to see."

The room barely had time to process what the Mandalorian had meant before Luke's hand was shooting forward, pulling the lightsaber off the gangster's belt with the Force. Without so much as standing or turning around, Luke ignited the blade into the human bounty hunter behind him who was reaching for his blaster. Luke rose, the bounty hunter still choking around the intrusion in his chest. Luke turned, pulling the saber from his chest and he slumped over. Luke turned to face the rest of the room. He tilted his head slightly.

"SHOOT HIM!" Moris Asz screamed.

Every blaster went off at once and not one came even close to touching the Jedi or the Mandalorian. Four bounced off his blade dead center of four of the droids circuit boards. He reached out and crushed another droid with the Force, throwing the discarded machine into another droid, crushing it as well. He sprang from his spot, attacking the Rodian bounty hunter that had moved his blaster from Luke to Din, cutting off the hand holding the weapon first, before stabbing him in the chest. The Twi'lek bounty hunter next to him dropped his weapon, hands in the air. Luke lowered the lightsaber and lifted his hand towards the man. With a little wave, he muttered "sleep." The Twi'lek crumpled to the floor.

Luke made his way back to stand before his captor, holding the lightsaber towards the now trembling gangster on the floor.

"Now- now, listen, I-I-I didn't mean you no harm. Cone on now, you've won, little jedi, you've won. Why don't you just leave? See, I-I've admitted defeat. I may not know much about jedi but I know they don't seek revenge. Now, you can't kill me. Why don't you just walk away?" Luke stayed stock still, unseeing eyes boring a hole into the gangster's head, unreadable. "Come on now, I thought jedi don't hold no grudges?"

A blaster bullet went straight through the gangster's head. Moris Asz fell to the ground, dead.

Din reholstered his blaster. "Yeah, well I do."

Din moved past Luke and yanked the Dark Saber off the dead man's body, placing it back where it belonged. Then he went back and grabbed the discarded cloak. He approached Luke, Din's hand hovering over the one that still held the ignited lightsaber. He pressed gently on the grip with a soft "hey." Luke took a deep breath and shut the laser sword off.

"You will never cease to amaze me." Din said, wrapping the cloak around his shoulders again before fixing the back of Luke's hair that was tangled from where the Rodian had grabbed him. "Are you alright?" Din asked, his hand finding the Jedi's again, anchoring him.

Luke looked up at him, something distant in that blinded stare. "I'm so tired." Luke mumbled, leaning forward into Din's chestplate.

Din wrapped his free arm around Luke's back. "Then let's go home."

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pcvensies · 3 years

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*.• Si vis amari.

I. The Moon.

in which 18 year old gojo satoru is left in charge of 6 year old fushiguro megumi, with the help of 17 year old nanami suki (oc).

word count: 2180

0. Prologue | II. The Sun

Suki listened from the kitchen, as the white haired boy explained the story to her brother, sat at the dining table.

The kid, Fushiguro Megumi as he had explained, waited patiently for his dinner in the living room, watching TV with fake interest, ears fixed on the conversation that was taking place in the other room.

The blonde girl poured the boiling water in the pan, hard noodles floating on it, and she turned around to the boys, lower back resting against the kitchen.

Satoru looked at her, trying to decipher her expression, while Kento simply sighed, rubbing his temples with his index fingers.

“So you killed a man, and he put his kid’s life in your hands to, what? Mentor him?”, the blonde asked, as his sister remained quiet.

Suki disconnected from their conversation, trying to process everything she had heard. The Zenin’s were not good people, that she knew. And if that kid’s father had denied them, and dirtied their name, Fushiguro wasn’t safe with them. But why put the responsibility on Gojo? Wasn’t that man meant to kill him?

She sighed softly, humming as she turned around and stirred the noodles, adding a small packet of spices on top.

Fushiguro Toji. She was sure she had heard it before, somewhere. Perhaps in class, or training with the older students? She couldn’t remember. But if his death wish had been for Gojo to protect his kid, it was to respect, right? As crazy as it was. But would the kid be actually safe? Was an eighteen year old the best option to raise a kid? Eighteen year old Gojo Satoru, of all eighteen year olds?

However, the question that mattered the most to her was why now. From what he had said, Fushiguro senior had died a year or so ago. Why take the kid now? What had been the inflexion point?

“Dinner’s ready”, she finally said.

Gojo frowned, eyes back on her. He couldn’t hear any kind of emotion through her voice. He had no idea what she was thinking, and it angered him. Suki always had had that ability, to turn it off and simply don’t feel, to hide her thoughts.

Kento got up from his chair, getting two plates, one for the kid and one for the white haired boy, and Suki walked to the living room.

“Eavesdropping is bad education, you know?”.

The kid looked at her with a plain expression, and the blonde girl sighed, waiting for him to walk to the kitchen. The kid sat next to Kento, and in front of Satoru. Suki took the plates that had been left next to the stove, and served two rations, handing one to the kid, and another to Gojo, who looked up at her with an eyebrow raised.

Nanami simply rolled her eyes, her hand on the back of his head turning it to look at the plate, a silent sign for him to just eat. She could tell he hadn't had dinner either.

Kento looked at his sister with that look, and Sue sighed softly, looking back at him with that other look. To the boys, it didn’t mean anything, but the Nanami’s were having a conversation just with their eyes.

“So…”, the girl cleared her throat, moving her eyes from her brother to Satoru, “Are you taking him to the school tonight? To sleep, I mean”.

“Not sure how our dear sensei would react to that. I’ll figure something out”, he said unimportantly, looking at the kid, “Pretty sure I can find somewhere for him to stay until I know how to tell Yaga about him”.

Satoru didn’t really want to have that talk, if he was honest. He knew what Yaga would say already, and it wasn’t something he wanted to hear. In fact, Kento had also said what he thought he would: that it was crazy, and irresponsible. But Suki, she hadn’t said anything. Her behavior around the kid was careful, with respect, but informal.

If he didn’t know her, he’d say she was angry. But it was something else, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

“He can stay here tonight. And you should too”.

He looked at the girl, then at Kento, and chuckled softly.

“You worried we’ll end up sleeping in the streets, Nanami?”.

“No. I’m worried you’ll end up dead in a ditch, and him with the Zenin’s. Plus, it’s Christmas vacation, tell Yaga you’re celebrating with us and will go around just to train”.

“I can defend myself quite right, thank you, I don’t need—”.

The sound of Suki’s punch hitting the table silenced the boy, and the blonde girl sighed softly, calmly even, closing her eyes and opening them slowly.

“I wasn’t asking, Satoru”.

The white haired man clenched his fists under the table, looking at the short girl with a serious face. Kento looked at her too, eyes opened with surprise at the sudden first name usage from his sister, and her very clear (to him, at least) worry.

“Fuck off, Suki”, the blue eyed boy said, getting up, and looking at her. But his expression soon changed, and he chuckled softly. “I’m sleeping with Nanamin, ‘cause that attitude you have today? Huh-uh, no thanks”.

Suki’s face changed at his words too, a smile cracking up as she rolled her eyes, and picked up the now empty plates, as her brother turned to the white haired boy.

“Excuse me, no, the hell you’re not. You get the carpet, and because I feel bad enough for you already”.

“Nanamin… don’t argue with me, not in front of the kid…”, the boy replied, pouting at Kento, and the blonde rolled his eyes, a small smile plastered on his face.

Suki left both plates at the sink, and told the two boys to go look for a movie to watch. They both looked at her, then at each other, then at the kid, and nodded understandably.

Megumi was annoyed. He didn’t want to be there, he wanted to go away and get as far away from that white haired tall baby as he could. Gojo was loud, extra, and incredibly annoying. He didn’t need Gojo to take care of him, nor whoever Yaga was. But something about the twins, Suki and Kento, made Gojo a little less annoying.

They didn’t look at him with utter admiration like the people on the streets did, girls and boys turning their heads his way and Megumi’s. They spoke to him like he was just another person, ignoring any kind of honorifics or respect, even when they seemed to be younger.

“He can be really stubborn when he wants, right?”.

The girl spoke, and Megumi looked her way, his blank expression never changing.

“Yeah”.

“Not much of a talker, huh? It’s okay, silence is okay with me”.

She gave him a sweet smile, and started cleaning the dishes, her back to the kid. She hummed a little song as she did, and Megumi felt his eyes start to get heavy, some silence finally forming around him. He hadn’t realised how tired he actually was until now, arms warm and stomach full.

He looked around slowly, eyes landing on various pictures displayed on the cabinets and bookshelves. Lots of pictures of the twins, from when they were his age, to their tenth birthday, to them now. A picture in which he could recognise Gojo, with another two girls and another boy seemed to be hidden behind a flowerpot.

“Do you want to go to sleep now, or later, Fushiguro?”, the girl asked, and he shrugged, trying to hold a yawn, “You can have my bed, and I’ll take the couch. Kento will lend you some old pyjamas to sleep on, too, and you can go to sleep or come watch the movie with us, okay? Your choice”.

She seemed like a genuinely cool person to the kid. She didn’t let Gojo’s arrogance put her down, nor did she allow him to let it get over his head. She spoke surely, without any shame to take charge of the situation.

But she wasn’t scary, or rude. Not even cold. At the same time, she seemed sweet. Allowing him to choose for himself, lending her room, and not forcing him to talk. There wasn’t a trace of condescension on her voice as she spoke to him neither, having a conversation like she would with anyone her age.

When she finished the dishes, she picked a glass from a cabinet, and filled it with water.

Megumi followed her around the apartment, his school backpack hanging from his shoulder, the sweater she had given him now folded in his arms.

Suki’s room wasn’t very big, but it was cool. She had Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling all over the room, and a long desk, between the window and the bed, with lots of books and a computer. There were also many little plants around, and a big mirror next to the window, framed with many polaroids of her and her brother and friends, but also of plants, street animals, and sunsets.

One of the walls was the color of wine, as were the bed sheets and the windowsill, and the other three were covered in lots of posters and more pictures. There were even some plants and vinyls hanging from the walls.

“Okay, wait here”, she interrupted the silence, as Megumi continued to explore with his eyes.

The closet was inside the wall, white wooden doors contrasting against the dark paint, as were the bedframe and the desk.

“Here”, she said as she came back, handing him the small pyjamas, and leaving the glass of water in the nightstand, “When you’re ready, you can sleep or come with us, in the living-room, okay?”.

The dark haired kid nodded, taking the things from her hands and sitting in the corner of the bed, still looking around the walls, reading the posters.

“If you need anything, just call me, alright?”.

He nodded again, and Suki gave him a little smile, and turned around to leave the room, already regretting allowing the boys to choose the movie, when the kid finally answered:

“Thank you, Nanami-chan”.

( . . . )

“God, that was scary”, Kento complained, picking up the empty soda cans from the table as Suki turned off the TV, stretching out on the couch, as Satoru´s head rested on her shoulder, “I can’t believe he fell asleep with your yelling”.

Suki chuckled softly, shaking the man next to her as her brother walked to the kitchen to throw everything away, then went to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Gojo groaned, sitting up and yawning, and rubbed his eyes.

“You cool?”, the girl asked, and the blue eyed boy nodded, giving her a smile as he rested his head back on the couch, facing the ceiling.

“Long ass day, it’s tiring always being the coolest person in the room”.

Suki chuckled, getting up, and Satoru pouted at the sudden cold by his side. The girl walked to the bookshelf, picking up a copy of Verne’s “Journey to the Center of the Earth”, and opening it to reveal a small box of cigarettes.

The white haired boy chuckled at her, sunglasses slipping down the bridge of his nose, and Suki sent him a serious look, not wanting her brother to hear.

She walked to a glass door, moonlight coming through it and lighting up the room, and she opened it with one hand, as she lit the cigarette with the other. Gojo watched her silently, her small frame walking out to the small balcony.

Suki was a confusing person to most of the people, but she was pretty easy to read once she opened up. Satoru knew she was worried, he had finally realised what the emotion was when she sat next to him for the movie, allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder. She could tell he was tired.

“Are you okay, ‘toru?”.

Her voice hung on the room for a minute, Gojo’s heart jumping at the first name basis again. She knew he wasn’t, and she was giving him the chance to talk about it by asking directly.

But he wasn’t ready, not yet.

The boy got up from his comfortable place on the couch, and walked slowly to the balcony. Suki was sitting on the floor, legs hanging outside of the surface between the handstand’s bars. Gojo settled next to her, legs crossed and blue eyes locked on the moon, as he held his weight with his arms behind his body.

His fingertips brushed against the girl’s, and he looked down at her. The blonde girl was looking up too, but not at the moon. Her honey eyes squinted lightly, trying to distinguish the stars.

She wasn’t the biggest fan of physical touch, he knew, so he left his hand there, allowing her to make whatever next move she pleased.

Gojo smiled at the weight of her head against his shoulder, just like he had done before, acknowledging the trust Suki had on him, and her intention of supporting him.

She was like that sometimes, she never made anyone speak, or tell her what they didn’t want to word out. She simply offered her presence, and a pure, genuine understanding.

“You cool?”, asked the boy this time, eyes fixed back on the sky.

“Very. Stars look better from this angle, just that”.

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deadprocess · 3 years

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Hide Away (The Trickster x Male Reader) Part 1

//Had a lot of fun with this so I might just continue! Enjoy!

T.W: mentions of violence, some nsfw content//

Ji-Woon had always known who he was. He knew his place in the world since he was a child juggling knives in that tiny restaurant on the corner street, dazzling foreign spectators. He was to be a star and when he had been signed on with NO SPIN he was even more confident in that belief. Sure, he had a slight shift in personality when he heard the shrill screams of his burning band members but Ji-Woon considered it artistic creativity that he just hadn't had the opportunity to explore before. He always loved horror films. It was only natural to be inspired by the macabre, right?

As he became in demand as a solo artist, producers wanted more from him. His performances were to become abstract. Music videos needed to be bold; powerful. His sales demanded it. Ji-Woon understood that he needed a team to produce his filmography and music production, he did. But when Yun-Jin broke the news that he would have dancers involved with his performances from his second album on, he wasn't pleased.

"I'm a solo artist. Eyes should be focused on me." His hand white knuckled the glass of tequila moon rock as he sat across from Yun-Jin. So, that's why she brought him to this restaurant. So he couldn't cause a scene. Every one of his moves was monitored by the paparazzi after all. He could just envision "Popstar throws a tantrum in Seoul's high class eatery" as a headline on the news.

"Yes and they will be. No one goes to concerts to look at the dancers. They just add...spice and uniqueness to a performance, " Yun-Jin held up a hand as she reached over to lower the star's drink, "slow down. Don't think I haven't noticed the extra drinks here and there."

Ji-Woon huffed and flicked her hand off his drink, leaning further back into the plush seat. He was getting a headache.

It was his next performance that he questioned himself for the first time in his life.

Adjusting the rose colored star glasses on his face, he smirked. Tonight was going to be wonderful. He had the perfect instrument three weeks ago. Her voice was smooth as she screamed, creating a wonderful background vibrato for the brand new song he would preform tonight. He could hear the fans cheering and begging for him as he was (purposely) ten minutes late to the his performance. He enjoyed being sadistic after all.

Spinning on his heel to finally head out he became lost in thought, fantasizing about maybe pulling a fan from the crowd to have a "special" night with him. As he was wandering forward in a dream like state, Ji-Woon hit reality when he clipped a solid body with his shoulder. His lips curled up to sneer out an insult to whoever had the audacity to not move out of his way but every word was lost as he took in the man before him. The skin tight, high neck black top hugged your torso in such a delicious way and the black joggers managed to show off just enough curvature of your legs that Ji-Woon's insult died within in his throat.

You were quick to apologize but all the star could do was weakly nod before retreating past you to the stage, wide eyed and suddenly very flustered.

The lights were disorienting as he voice rang out, echoing into the stadium as fans screamed. His hand trembled slightly around his microphone, missing a few unnoticeable beats. He was distracted; he could see his dancers from the corner of his eyes. He could see you. How your muscles flexed with every move, how you seemed so into the music. So into his music.

The music hit a beat and the way your hand traveled down your throat...god, he never wanted anything more.

Growing up Ji-Woon never held much interest in anyone other than himself. A passing girlfriend here and there. He enjoyed women, he did. The softness and the more delicate curves of their bodies, how their hair flowed in wind and how cute their sun dresses were. They were desirable so he didn't delve deeper into the feelings that bloomed when he would look at posters of his past male idols. He told himself that they were simply inspiration for his goals.

Now he was here. Alone in his penthouse flat and splayed out on his oversized bed with his hand gripping his cock feverishly pumping as he moaned your name and he had a faint thought in the back of his mind that maybe...just maybe...he should reevaluate those past feelings.

Laying there with you in his mind and a part of him in his hand just wasn't enough, but the private conversation he held with Yun-Jin made him ache in a way that scared him deeply.

"You know I support you and this doesn't change anything, but you need to be careful," Yun-Jin held his hand with a sincerity to the touch, "the idea of attainability is also what we sell. If you're seen sneaking off anyone...let alone a man...I just don't see this ending well."

It stung but it was true. However...

Ji-Woon's eyes stared stared forward as he walked from the stage, focused on one thing with the distant sounds of fame behind him. You were one of the last few dancers to get off the stage, heading to your designated group dressing room alone. You were almost inside when you felt him. Thin hands sliding up your back to your shoulders, the touch so light that it immediately sent a tingle as they traveled upwards. You turned to face the pop-star, surprised, about to ask what he was doing before your body was pushed to the wall.

"Just," the Korean's face inched towards yours. Hands now firmly pressing against your pecs, kneading the soft flesh exposed by the open button up you wore, "just let me have this."

And you let him. Sparks of lust fogged over any hesitation as you hooked an arm just around the curve of the celebrity's ass and cupped the other hand around the back of his head.

The yearning kiss and soft moans were hidden away from the spotlight and prying eyes in that dark hallway.

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harfanfare · 3 years

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Hu Tao x Reader || Business meeting

You woke up in a coffin. Again.

You racked your semi-conscious brain and put your hands to the top wall. With all your strength, you pushed the heavy oak lid up, and it wasn't until the deaf knock convinced you that your efforts weren’t in vain.

You closed your eyes when the bright sun struck your eyes. You felt like a vampire taken straight out of romanticism, but after a quick blinking, you got used to the brightness in the room.

"Hey, hey!” you were greeted by a joyful voice as you sat down. "Did you sleep well?"

You looked at Hu Tao, who as usual was dressed in her dark, official outfit. She tied her hair in two ponytails, and put her hat on her head, even if you two were in a room that always was more likely to not have sunlight than it was.

She bowed over the coffin and let you lean against her arm as you stand up.

"Like a dead," you replied with a heavy sigh. You could only guess that you fell asleep while working and by this, you exposed yourself to tricks from Hu Tao. By these pranks, workers either quickly quitted their job, or gained resistance to all obstacles and every joke "funny-until-you-are-victim".

She sent you a snappy smile.

"Excellent. Because today we have a small corporate mission!”

‏‏‎ ‎

Hu Tao has not particularly given you time to prepare.

Less than ten minutes after she disappeared from the vestibule, you were able to dress up for work, wash your face and correct your hair before she showed up again.

You've put up several posters promoting the wangsheng funeral parlor (which will be taken off again by the guards within hours), and palm business cards off on several passersby until you reached a remote building where a young woman was waiting for you.

She quickly signed some of the papers Hu Tao brought with her and promised to come to her in person later, to complete the formalities related to her cousin's death.

Hu Tao was far more relaxed after you left that house.

In the jumps she walked past you, wandering through the uncrowded streets, energetically talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes she got lost in her thoughts for a moment and smiled at her own ideas, which you started asking her about.

"Hehe~ Everything that's going on in my head is a mystery," she gently tapped her fingers about the roundabout of her hat.

As you passed restaurants and food stalls, you were overwhelmed by the smell of all the Liyue delicacies.

Something twisted in your stomach.

On a par with the loud sound your belly made, you realized that you ate nothing today. You left so quickly that you forgot about breakfast. Ha, you couldn't even drink anything!

"Ho, ho," Hu Tao sighed theatrically. "I see that we have to stop and eat something.”

You burned with a juicy blush.

"A-ah, no, no," you protested quickly. "Let's finish what we have to do first. I'll eat something when we're done with work.”

"Come on, it’s my treat!" she clung to your arm and forced you to follow her. "Or rather... I haven't had the opportunity to have someone as my official taster for a long time!”

You found yourselves in the kitchen.

Hu Tao, almost all in the flour, which she had been brushing off from her dark outfit for the last fifteen minutes, took the dumplings out of the oven. She had to be inspired by a dish from Wanmin Restaurant, but she made them far quicker than anyone else who ever prepared dumplings.

Several of them were put on a plate and with a loud "bon appétit!", she placed them in front of you.

"They look... suspicious,” you glanced at the dumpling and came to the conclusion that they all look... very pale, even for a dumpling.

"I'd like to say you don't have to eat it. But I want you to try them," she used the chopsticks to pick up a dumpling from the plate and pressed it into your mouth. She covered them with her hand so that you wouldn't spit it out and watch as you chewed her culinary work precariously. "And how is it?"

You grunted when you felt how an extremely slippery dumpling was being swallowed by you.

Although you could not say that it was so bad.

Something just... was off. Maybe not enough spices? Or some strange ingredient in the stuffing?

"It's good," you replied. "I guess.”

"You sound very convincing," she said, giggling quietly. She seemed very proud of these dumplings. "I see that cooking is another of my hidden talents.”

You didn't answer, but you smiled gently.

Being indifferent while spending some time with her was... impossible.

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On the table was placed a pot of hot black tea.

In addition to decorative cups with patterns that evoke plum flowers, the pile of cards grew on the countertop every minute. Soon Hu Tao threw the last card she had in her hands and smiled triumphantly.

"I won!" she scooped the cards off the table and deftly began to shuffle them. A few of them fell out of her hands, but she quickly collected them and began handing them out between the two of you.

This was the eighth round of the card game she presented to you less than two hours ago. Throughout the game she seemed to give you forums, but as soon as you got to the end, she showed her mastery skills and within minutes made up for what you collected the whole twenty minutes.

Although you'd like to win with her, you were not particularly angry with that. Because you two were talking a lot, you mostly didn't notice the key moves you could make. It wasn't until you put another card down that you noticed your mistake, and Hu Tao, with a too-sweet and teasing smile, reminded you that you can't undo your moves.

What a stupid game.

With resignation, you have brought together a newly shuffled card tray.

"So that's what your corporate meetings look like, hmm?" You asked, propping up your chin with your hand and browsing through your new options.

"That’s weird to call date a business meeting," she replied, throwing another card on the table.

"Huh?" you shivered, almost biting your tongue in surprise. "So, it was a date?"

"Wasn’t it?" she said surprised. "Don't think I treat every employee like that. You are the exception," she hesitated, and for the first time in a long time raised her eyes from above the cards and looked at you. You couldn't tell what feelings were painted on her face. Gratitude? Joy? Love? In any case, it made you feel such strange, pleasant warmth... “But if so... How about another "corporate meeting", [Name]? You know, you have to take care of your customers, but you need to take care of your loyal employees even more.”

You were sure she had invented it just now, but...

"I shouldn't say no to my boss, shouldn't I?" you answered with a smile that she returned with big grin.

"Surely!"

#I used dictionary so much...#I know NOTHING about the equivalents of phrasal verbs in english #Hu Tao #Genshin Hu Tao #Genshin impact Hu Tao #Hu Tao x reader #Genshin Hu Tao x reader #Genshin x reader #Genshin Impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenario

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angryschnauzer · 3 years

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Full Mast - Part 2

Summary: Your idyllic life as a trophy wife of a rich lord is suddenly disturbed with the arrival of a pirate ship and a kidnapping that goes wrong... leaving you in the care of a band of pirates that seem to treat you better than your husband ever did.

Part 1,

Fandoms: Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie, Mission Impossible: Fallout, Night Hunter, Hellraiser Hellworld

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader, August Walker x Reader, Walter Marshall x Reader, Mikey (Hellraiser) x Reader.

A/N: This is a CRACK FIC. After a brief discussion with @nuggsmum about the cheap romance novels that you could find in the 80′s and 90′s, i called upon the awful storylines, plot holes, and general cheesyness of those books that walked so fanfiction could run. Read the warnings please.

Storyboard note: The only artwork i could find that was suitable to show a Henry-like character included the woman seen above. I tried to crop as much of her out as possible, the story itself does not describe the female reader at all.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (F Recieving), Blowjobs, Multiple Blowjobs, Multiple Partners, Implied Age Gap (but never confirmed). Pretty Poly Pirates.

Only the finest organic free range typos for me, allowed to run wild and free.

Full Mast part 2

Standing in the grand cabin you took in your surroundings; the large table that was half covered in maps, the scattered chests and crates, the large four poster bed with messy linens. You wondered if the Captain had many other women between those sheets, or whether he kept his liaisons to his time on shore. At the mere thought of the man that had just taken your innocence you felt your stomach clench and another wave of arousal coat your already soaked petals.

A quiet knock at the door drew your attention, smiling when you saw Mikey come in pulling a large chest and setting it down in the middle of the room;

“So err… Captain says there should be some stuff in here that will be ok for you, so umm… help yourself Miss…”

“Thank you Mikey”

The young man must be at least 20 yet a blush covered his cheeks as you spoke to him, and with a nervous smile he nodded his head and left the room, half tripping on the rug as he did so before slamming the door shut.

Stripping out of your ruined clothing you saw a pitcher of water and a bowl on the side, using it to wash the Captain's seed from your thighs. Crossing the room in just your silk stockings you opened the chest and pulled out a number of items, gauging what would fit. Looking around you set the items onto the large bed, pulling the covers straight as you made your choice and a thought came to mind.

Sy stood outside his cabin, his hand hovering over the door handle. What had he gotten himself into? When he’d heard that his old friend Walter was having issues on the island, he’d set sail immediately and between the two of them and his right hand man Walter, they’d come up with a fool proof plan; kidnap the lord’s young trophy wife, demand not even a ransom - just what they were due, return her unharmed. Instead he ended up with another officer onboard, a woman on his ship that was said to bring bad luck, and the puzzle of what the hell to do with her now it had been made abundantly clear that her husband didn’t want her back. Taking a deep breath he entered the room, expecting the worst…

“Darlin?... Don’t be mad…”

He looked around the room, surprised that at first he wasn’t pelted with whatever wasn’t tied down, but when he couldn’t see you at all he frowned.

“Captain, over here…”

His jaw dropped when he saw you, kneeling on his bed, bare save for your stockings and a smile. Crossing the room he came to stand at the foot of the bed, licking his lips as his gaze traversed your naked body;

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…I don’t know what i was expecting, but it wasn’t this…”

With a single finger he beconned you towards him, watching as you moved until you were up on your knees, his large hand at the back of your neck and you were kissing again, his glorious tongue exploring your mouth as your hands clung to his shirt. Deliberately falling back on the bed you pulled him with you, his mouth making its way to your breasts where he lavished each one with full mouthed kisses, his tongue laving over the hardened peaks before pressing a trail of kisses down your stomach before settled at the apex of your thighs;

“Gotta be the prettiest little Puss i’ve seen in a long time, bet you’re as sweet as a peach too…”

His tongue swiped a wide path through your folds, your fingers clawing at the sheets as his beard tickled you and he did to you things you’d only read about in the secretive books that were hidden in the depths of your husbands library.

“Oh Captain!” you gasped as his tongue dived into your soaked entrance, his nose rubbing at your sensitive clit and you could feel your stomach tightening with anticipation of the inevitable. Seemingly in no need of air he continued to work the thick muscle inside of you, driving you closer and closer to the pinnacle of pleasure until the point of no return was met and you came with a cry, your legs clamping around his head.

Finally he pulled himself free of your grasp, climbing up the bed until he was nestled between your thighs, his hardness pressing against your soaked core. Holding himself up on his strong arms he looked down at you beneath him;

“This time i’m gonna take my time and savour it…”

Your hands found their way to his breeches, unbuttoning him and gasping as his hot flesh sprung into your palm, heavy and weeping with need you guided him to your entrance. As he plunged into your depths the world seemed to fade around you; you’d had a taste of heaven and now you wanted more;

“You’re so big…”

“You want me to slow down Darlin?”

“No! It feels… so good…”

With practiced skill he rocked into you, slow but rough thrusts that had his length hitting a spot deep inside you’d had no idea that existed. The man had probably fucked his way around half of the Carribean but for a barely touched blossom as yourself he cherished the way your petals opened around him.

He continued to fuck you closer and closer to orgasm, feeling your body tighten around him and tremble, he slid a hand between your bodies and rubbed at your sensitive pearl, a grin spreading across his face as you came again with a shout of his rank;

“That’s a good girl, so fucking good… almost there…”

He quickly pulled out and spilled his seed over your stomach, watching as rope after rope of his creamy seed patterned your body, before he fell to your side, his chest heaving. Covering his eyes he let out a shaky breath;

“What the fuck have i gotten myself into…” He peeped out from between his fingers, smiling at you before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, finally resting his forehead against yours; “Wait there a moment Darlin, i’ll get you cleaned up”

You’d dressed in front of your Captain, watching how he admired your choices from where he sat at the long table;

“Wasn’t expecting you to go for breeches…” he commented as you fastened the half length velvet garment, your stockings beneath the knee length trousers. A loose shirt with a wide leather belt fastening it at your waist was the only other garment you put on, standing in front of him and doing a little twirl; “Very nice… and practical”

“I spent ten years of my childhood aboard spice ships, running up ladders and rigging in skirts was a recipe for disaster.”

You crossed the room and sat across his lap;

“So, how is this going to work? You gonna drop me at the next port, leave me to my own devices? Wait until we’re in shark infested waters and throw me overboard?”

“What? Now why would i do that to a pretty little thing like you?”

“Well I know you didn’t end up with the outcome you were hoping for, and now you’re stuck with a ransomee that isn’t due any ransom”

He let out a sigh;

“I wouldn’t do that… it ain’t your fault your husband had the balls of a eunuch. No, i’m sure we can find a use for you, even if it’s just warming my bed… did you have an education?”

“Of sorts. Whenever we docked in Grace Bay i’d see a governess. I can speak spanish, french, and italian” you nodded to the maps spread over the table; “... and i can chart courses and know the currents of the Indies better than anyone that ever sailed on the spice route”

You gently stroked his beard;

“So Captain, what do you want me to do?”

“All of the above and more…” he stroked your cheek; “I won’t always be able to please you in bed, and from the signs of it you’ve got quite a carnal appetite...So, firstly you can call me Sy when its just us or the officers. When we’re on deck it’s Captain like everyone else. Secondly, if you want it, my officers could do with a bedmate, if you don’t mind sharing?”

Your eyebrows shot up so far you were surprised they didn’t meet your hair;

“Share me with your officers? Who…”

“There’s the Constable - who you’ll know from town - Walter Marshall, and the Armoury Officer - August Walker, and you’ve met Michael, he’s first mate”

“O-Okay”

“You’re alright with that?”

Stroking his beard you leant forwards and kissed him;

“Yes, yes I am. I’ve always wanted a little more adventure in my life, and now here it is”

“Well, you can be the one to decide when you want to go to the others, i’ll leave that move to you… i wont say anything yet”

“Thank you Sy, let's tell them Friday night. You can tell them.”

“Anything for my little Rose” he pressed his face to your neck and inhaled; “Still smell as sweet as that rose garden…”

“You can call me Rose if you like?”

“A new name for a new start?”

“Something like that” you grinned at him.

You’d spent four nights in the arms of Sy, some nights just falling asleep in each others arms, other’s you would fuck until dawn. That particular morning you’d taken him in your mouth and he’d taught you how to suck a man, working your tongue and lips over his hot flesh until he’d flooded your mouth with his thick salty seed. He’d held your jaw as he finished;

“Now be a good girl and swallow it”

You gulped down the mouthful before smiling;

“Tasty”

With a laugh he kissed you, before giving your naked ass a cheeky spank as he rolled out of bed;

“You gonna join me on deck?”

You stretched and sighed;

“I’m gonna try and find that earring i dropped when you had me bent over the table last night…”

Sy entered his cabin just as the ship’s cook was leaving, nodding to the meal he’d set out;

“Creole Stew tonight Cap’n, bread and ale like always”

“Thanks. Have you seen Rose?”

“No Sir”

Nodding Sy entered his cabin with a weary sigh, it had been a long day and all he really wanted to do was crawl into bed to sleep, grateful it was Friday which meant August took early watch on deck the next day, but he had dinner with the other officers and he hadn’t seen you for the last few hours, last he knew you were still on the hunt for your lost earring. Leaving the door ajar he sat at the table and started to eat, moments later Walter and August joining him.

“Where’s the others?” Walter asked as he sat, helping himself to a large chunk of bread

“Mikey is in the crows nest, he’ll be down shortly” August confirmed; “Haven’t seen Rose for a while though”

“Rose?”

“Sy’s bit of fluff. Decided as its a new start onboard she may as well choose a new name. Apparently its because Sy say’s she smells of Roses”

Walter snorted out a low laugh;

“She’s gonna be smelling of Sy sooner or later”

Sy listened to his two oldest friends banter back and forth, unaware of the surprise he was about to get. Hearing quick footfalls coming along the corridor he looked up to see Mikey at the doorway just as two soft hands pressed to his thighs from beneath the table. He nodded to Mikey to take a seat, before leaning back and peering down to his lap, hiding his surprise when he saw you on your knees beneath the table, hidden from the view of the rest of the party by the many overhanging maps and the low candle light.

Grabbing a chunk of bread he stayed leaning back but parted his thighs wide, wide enough to allow you to unfasten him and pump his hardening length and slip him into your mouth.

“Dig in boys, its gonna be a spicy meal tonight!”

As you worked quickly with your new found skills, sucking on the bulbous head as you fondled his heavy ballsack with your free hand, working quickly and silently as the men above you talked amongst themselves. You could feel Sy’s leg start to tremble, his hand sliding beneath the table to hold your head in place, and as you relaxed your jaw you felt his hot seed flood your mouth.

“WOO!” he exclaimed above you; “This stew is HOT!”

He took a deep breath and slapped his hand on the table with a laugh, before you tucked him carefully back into his breeches and you continued with your plan.

“Sy, we need to consider restocking the armoury” August started; “Scuttling the boats used up a lot of ammunitionnnnnnnnn”

Sy looked up and smirked, August looking at him wide eyed but recovering quickly, clearing his throat;

“Anyway as i was saying… umm... wow, the stew… the spice really hits after a while doesn’t it…”

August scrunched his face and rested his hand on his fist, before grabbing his tankard of ale and taking a large gulp, some of it spilling from the sides of his mouth as he spluttered on the liquid that did only a little to hide the groan. Sy shovelled another mouthful of stew into his mouth to hide his grin as August sat back in his chair, a half glare on his face.

Walter frowned at both of the older men;

“I have no idea what you two are on about, this stew is fine”

August wiped the slight sheen of sweat from his brow, before finally sitting straight and digging back into his meal;

“Walt, just wait, it takes a while to hit you but when it does… ooooh boy it takes your breath away”

The big bear of a man frowned and shovelled another mouthful in, before his eyes went wide. Swallowing awkwardly he nodded, shifting in his seat;

“Oh… oh yeah… its hitting… wow, its a good burn, ya know…” taking a leaf out of August’s book he grabbed his tankard, taking a gulp as he fidgeted in his seat, both Sy and August doing poor jobs of hiding their smirks, whereas Mikey was sat at the far end of the table without the slightest clue as to what was going on;

“Seriously? You guys must be getting old, this stew ain’t spicy”

Sy raised his tankard to his son and grinned;

“Just wait, it’ll hit ya… anyway, i got an announcement to make”

The three other men looked at Sy, Walter’s gaze faltering now and again as his focal point seemed to change, but he shifted in his seat and leaned his elbow against the armrest of his chair, his hand sliding beneath the table as he muttered about ‘cramp’, when in fact his large hand was holding your head in place as he pushed deeper into your throat. Sy cleared his throat and continued;

“We all know the events at the island did not go to plan. We’re down on funds and supplies, and we’ve increased the crew numbers with those that helped with the land mutiny… we’ve also of course got Rose to consider, she never asked for any of this, but we have come up with a solution of sorts”

“I think i might know what that solution could be” Walter panted out, his face contorting into something that resembled a grimace as he muttered about spiciness and cramps again before with a sigh a smile spread across his face; “Ooooh that’s it… the cramps are going…”

“Anyway” Sy interjected with a wry smile; “Rose can speak numerous languages, can read and chart maps, she’s probably the best educated of everyone on the ship”

Just then Mikey squeaked and jumped in his chair, a thud sounding beneath the table;

“S-s-sorry... my knee hit the table”

Sy nodded with a smile;

“No problem Son, carry on. So Rose will also be here for other duties, but only for the officers at this table tonight” he paused; “And i think you all now know what those duties will be”

August nodded as he eagerly mopped up the last remaining morsels of his stew with a chunk of bread;

“That sounds a fucking brilliant idea Sy. She has the greatest tits...” at that moment Mikey let out a groan and his head thudded against the high back of his chair; “... and i think we all now know she’s got a fucking brilliant mouth on her”

There was little point in denying what had just happened, the very fact it was still going on and Mikey had so little control of his reactions as you were sucking his meaty dick, having just done the same to the other three men in the room from the darkness under the table. In fact the three older men started to chat away candidly as you lavished Mikey’s beautiful cock with your tongue, before taking him in hand to move your mouth down to his tight ballsack to suck on the warm globes. His athletic thighs had parted enough for you to get much closer than you had done with the other three men - all of whom had thighs that could crush a coconut - and it meant that the top of your head could now be seen in his lap by the other men.

“Grab her hair Mikey” August shouted from behind his refilled tankard; “Get deep down in her throat, its fucking amazing, feels like she’ll suck your soul out of your dick”

You felt Mikey's hands curl into your hair, holding your head in place as he started to rock his hips up, filling your mouth and throat. Gripping hard to his thighs you could feel him start to tremble, preparing yourself for the flood of seed and as he came with a cry, looking down at you as you stared back with wide innocent eyes that completely ruined him.

Finally he released his grip on you, and as you looked down you smiled at what came into view. Seconds later you were climbing out from beneath the table, turning to smile at the rest of the men as you fastened the earring to your lobe;

“Look Sy, i found my earring!”

Walking around the table you took the tankard of ale that August held out for you with a smile, before sitting across Sy’s lap;

“I think they like the idea”

Sy looked at the men around the table, his trusted friends and family and smiled;

“I think they do, my sweet Rose”

He clinked his tankard to yours and you both drank, the joyous laughter filling the room as the night continued.

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saynotoshityouhate · 3 years

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Full Court Press (NBA!Kylo Ren x Reader) - Part 1/2

A collaborative fic by @weareallstoriesintheend & @saynotoshityouhate

Words: 1329

Summary: Your boss is making you take clients to a professional basketball game - not your ideal use of a Friday night. That is, until something caught your eye.

AU Inspo: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdpBEY21/

Warnings: Just some spicy thoughts! The spice comes in part two!

(Link to Part 2 Coming Soon!)

“But…I know absolutely nothing about basketball. Can’t you find someone else to go?” You looked at your boss, his arm extended with four tickets to that night’s Tie Fighter game.

He shook his head, pushing the tickets into your hand. You were going, and were taking along three high profile clients. It wasn’t how you’d hoped to spend a Friday night, but hey, the snacks courtside were much better than general admission.

The company car dropped you and your clients at the front of the arena. You wore your favorite black and red blouse and dark jeans, nothing too showy, but still fun and professional for a work outing - and fitting, since it matched the Tie Fighter’s uniforms! The four of you took your seats courtside. You could reach out and touch the players you were so close. You tucked yourself neatly into your seat along with your clients, quickly attended to by a waiter who asked for your drink order. You were used to fancy amenities in your job, but this was just over the top!

It was hard to keep track of what was happening out on the court. Big men, running back and forth...how did people find this interesting again? The only thing holding your attention, as much as you hate to say it (as a strong, independent, boss ass bitch) was the tall, center forward for the Tie Fighters.

He had long, dark hair that was pulled into a ponytail apart from a few wispy pieces that fell loose around his face. His skin was littered with moles and freckles, and his left arm was a full sleeve of tattoos. You tucked your hair behind your ears as your skin began to warm, the dirty thoughts filling your mind betraying your professional exterior.

You were snapped out of your daydream by the shrill shouts of the Tie Fighter’s coach. “Ren! Hustle! Get down the court!” The pale, red-headed coach was turning purple with the exertion of his shouts towards the player you had your eye on.

That must be Kylo Ren, the infamous star of the team, known for his off the court antics that always had him in the news. If it wasn’t girls in clubs, it was violent outbursts towards reporters or his coaches. Most recently, he had assaulted the red-headed coach in the locker room after he questioned Ren’s work ethic. The team couldn’t lose him, so they hit him with a hefty fine instead, which to Kylo was just pocket change. He was terrifying...in the best way.

“Y/N, has that shipping issue resolved yet? Last time we talked, you had begun making some progress on those negotiations.”

As you turned to answer the client’s question, you suddenly found yourself tackled by one of the players, your body trapped under his, the folding chair disintegrating in the process. Opening your eyes, you saw a set of hazel eyes staring back at you, partially hidden behind thick black hair draped across his sweaty forehead.

“You okay?” It was him, Kylo Ren, looking deep into your eyes, searching for any inkling of injury.

“I’d be better if you got off of me,” you grunted, his weight holding you in an uncomfortable position.

He chuckled. “I don’t know about that, Princess, but I’ll take your word for it.” Kylo stood, extending his hand to you to help you up.

You took his hand as he pulled you upright. After adjusting your blouse and wiping spilled beer off of your pants, you looked back at Kylo.

“I’m fine, promise.” You were shocked that he hadn’t run back to the rest of his team by now and was just loitering by your seats. You raised an eyebrow at him, which prompted a sly smirk by the star player.

“Feisty. I like that.” He turned around and headed back on the court. You took your seat, quickly finding a fresh drink and a dry towel in your hand from one of the arena staff.

At halftime, one of the athletic trainers found you at your seat, handing you a folded up note. You took the note, your forehead knit in confusion. Peeling apart the note, you saw two lines of scrawled script:

Sorry I knocked you over. Come to the locker room after the game - I’ll make it up to you. -KRen

The rest of the game, you were overrun by nervous butterflies. You tried to avoid eye contact and focus your attention on your clients, but you kept getting drawn back to the actions on the court. You’d watch him dribble, seeing the sheer size of his hands palm the ball with ease. You wondered what else those hands could do. You saw the way every muscle in his body worked in unison, flexing and stretching, glistening in sweat. At one point, as he prepared to shoot free throws, he looked in your direction, that signature smirk spread across his face. He winked and licked his lips lewdly before continuing his pre-shot routine. You adjusted in your seat, aroused by the man’s audacity and public display.

With a few moments left in the fourth quarter, it was clear the Tie Fighters wouldn’t be winning this game. It was an ugly display by the home team, as well as their star player. As the final buzzer rang, you made eye contact with the same athletic trainer who had visited you earlier. He nodded his head towards the locker rooms, standing up and walking in that direction. You turned to your clients.

“I just got a text from my sister...family emergency. Are you all okay with making it back to the hotel? Have some drinks at the bar - charge it to my account. I’m so sorry to end the night early.” They made some sort of remark about hitting the town, you weren’t really listening. You were gathering your things and heading the way of the locker room, despite every muscle in your body telling you this was a terrible idea.

You followed the trainer down a long dark hallway, the walls covered in motivational posters and team photographs. Kylo was heavily featured, your eyes examining his larger than life features, the butterflies in your lower belly beginning to swarm. You stopped for a moment, looking down the seemingly endless tunnel.

You took a deep breath, shaking the nerves from your shoulders and wiggling your fingers. He probably just wants to apologize and make sure you’re alright. Maybe sign an autograph. Totally harmless. You worked with powerful men all of the time, it took a lot to intimidate you. You began to walk again towards your escort who was standing outside an unmarked door. You looked confused, expecting a more dramatic and flashy entrance.

“This is the back entrance. The rest of the team meets for a bit without Mr. Ren, giving him a chance to cool down in private. You’ve got about 30minutes. If you’re not gone by then, I’ll have to come in and bring you out myself.” Again, you looked confused, tilting your head at him. Rolling his eyes at you, he opened the door and pushed you inside.

The locker room was round, with wooden cubbies around the perimeter, each with a player’s name and number across the top. The carpet was black and red, a giant tie fighter in the center. Sitting in the cubby directly ahead of you, head in his hands, was Kylo Ren. You took a few more steps forward before clearing your throat.

“Um, hi…I’m y/n? You kinda knocked me over earlier? I was summoned?” Kylo looked up from his hands, flashing you that signature smile.

He stood, taking long strides in your direction, before crashing into you once more.

All at once his fingers were laced in your hair and his full lips were pressing into yours, you let out a muffled gasp and froze in his grip.

What the hell was he doing?!

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sidespromptblog · 3 years

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What to Do?: Chapter 9

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Ten

Warnings: Food mention, General Angst, Hurt/Comfort, and a difference of opinions.

Summary: Logan realizing that his first mistake was seeing the other sides as anything other than coworkers. They weren't a family. They didn't even like each other. How had he not realized sooner?

Word Count: 2,439

Roman paced anxiously in the hallway before Logan’s door, the paper in his hands had been wrinkled, smoothed out, and then wrinkled again before he had tried to smooth it out once more… this time less successfully.

He had been more than a little surprised when Logan had come to him with a list of things he wanted Roman to pick out, normally when it came to getting anything done they had two totally different mindsets of what should be done when it came to Thomas. And once it came time to do things they would clash just as they always had, as Roman instinctively wanted Thomas to just have fun and follow his passions. Whereas Logan was the exact opposite of that, and he had always wanted Thomas to do the things he needed to do, whether they were fun or boring. Roman had always kind of hated him for that, for seemingly shooting down his every idea, for a more and more boring one that sucked the fun out of everything.

But this new plan…

“You too huh?” Roman’s head snapped up in an instant, and locked eyes with Virgil who had his hands on his own version of a wrinkled set of papers. “Apparently Patton got one too, and the oth… the dark sides too.”

A bolt of surprise leapt through Roman, so Logan wasn’t asking just them anymore? He was actually, well and truly, going to everyone to see what they wanted done. He could imagine that Remus must’ve been quite surprised to be asked such a thing from Logan of all people. Especially with how they had clashed just recently, or had Logan just given Janus the papers with the instruction to give it to Remus too. If that were the case… then Remus would have seen this as nothing more than homework to be done, and probably shredded it the moment that it landed in his hands.

Or maybe not…

Roman was smart enough to acknowledge that he didn’t exactly know his brother that well. That and Remus always tried to do what they least expected from him, as one big twist surprise ending towards them all.

He was annoying like that.

Roman’s eyes snapped towards the door, and Virgil fidgeted in his place for some reason looking very uncomfortable at the prospect of entering. “Yeah…” He finally said, scratching the back of his head. “It definitely was kind of… interesting. I didn’t think he’d want to talk to me for a while, we didn’t exactly part well last time.” That was an understatement, he remembered yelling at Logan… and just being so angry before he had come to terms with it all. “I’m surprised that Logic even wants to see us and-”

A snarl peeled off of Virgil’s lips, and Roman flinched in surprise.

“His name is Logan, Roman.” The anxious side snapped in an instant, his eyes dark like thunderclouds before a torrential downpour. “Not Logic. Do you understand?” He growled, suddenly looking quite on edge for someone who had just been looking so nervous in the face of Logan’s door.

It felt a bit like whiplash.

But even so Roman held his stance firmly, he was determined when it came to this and he wasn’t going to let one of Virgil’s temper tantrums get in the way of it. Not anymore, and not with everything that had happened recently. He was Logan’s shield, he had sworn that he would be that for him even if the logical side didn’t know it, and even if he never knew it. Roman was on his side, and he would remain on his side for as long as the logical side would have him.

So he crossed his arms, “I think his name is whatever he chooses for it to be, Virgil.” He stressed the other side’s name, feeling only an inkling of guilt at how the anxious side stepped back for a second. “We don’t have the authority to tell him what he will or will not be called. If he wants to be called Logic, then Logic is what we’ll call him. It’s not up to you.” Roman stared at Virgil, meeting his eyes dead on and not breaking eye contact until the anxious side’s eyes darted away. “Got it?” He asked, feeling the tiniest bit of satisfaction in how he had turned the other’s words back on him.

A beat of silence, and then…

“Thank you Creativity.” Both of the sides looked up in a hurry, their eyes locking onto the logical side who stood before them, his door previously shut tight was now wide open. He held his own stack of papers, all neatly pressed and without a single crease or line on them. “Both of you may come on in, if it so pleases you.”

And just like that, he turned and disappeared into his room, leaving the other two sides to follow him.

The atmosphere was… more than a little tense to say the least.

The bedroom that had previously been Logan’s looked nothing like what it was now, to the point where it was almost night and day with the comparisons. The posters were gone, the string lights, the pictures of all of them, the bookcases, the crumpled up paper balls that had once been ideas, even the… the fanfiction that Roman used to help Logan write… it was all gone. It was like everything had just been stripped away, and a boring office cubicle had taken its place. The deep blue walls were now a pale cream color, and the lush carpet was now just bland grey tile worn with a path of someone who walked in the same place for years and years.

Roman had thought that Logan’s room had been boring before, but this…

This was a whole new ball game.

And looking at the stark horror that was etched out onto Virgil’s face, he could very well tell that the anxious side was thinking the same thing that he was.

“So…” Roman cleared his throat as his voice cracked almost immediately. “I’m.. I’m a…” He fumbled badly with his words, the shock he had just went through robbing him of what he had prepared himself to say. He’d been asked here for a specific reason, and if he failed the simplest thing he had been asked… then what good was he? “I’m sure that Thomas can do the things that you want him to. It shouldn’t be that ha-”

Almost immediately Logan cut in, “Don’t aim too high,” The logical side suggested, rather politely. In a way that Roman could tell that what he was saying wasn’t necessarily out of malice or anything. Instead, it feels like Logan’s saying to be more helpful, almost like a coworker giving some good advice.

But Roman can only nod, the underlying message behind that advice all too clear for him.

“I aimed too high.” It says, “And I got burned for it, so don’t do what I did. Save yourself.”

The tension has not eased a single bit.

And then, Logan lifts his cup up, taking a slow and steady sip from it, as if he was trying to ease the atmosphere by doing something. The warm brown liquid swirled around in Logan’s cup with the clinking of ice accompanying it, and Roman’s nose itched with the faintest smell of spices wafting off of it. He got the faintest whiff of cinnamon, ginger, nutmeg, and cloves. Had… had Logan completely given up coffee and switched over to having chai tea of all things? He would have expected that from someone like Patton, or even Virgil, to lessen the other’s anxiety.

But Logan?

Roman had to bite his bottom lip at the mental image of Logan becoming one of those “dark academia” people that sat in the library and looked gloomy and so freaking cool all the time... kind of like Janus. Although Janus… Janus was more of a wine person, that much he could tell from miles away without even having to get close to that snake.

“Don’t you normally drink coffee?” Virgil asked, wrinkling his nose at the spicey mixture in Logan’s cup, and Roman fought the urge to elbow him in the gut for his remark. “What’re you drinking?”

Logan, to his credit, didn't even seem like he was going to get mad or anything at Virgil’s pure judgment and vitriol towards the drink of his choice. He merely took a longer sip than usual, licking the droplets that remained from his bottom lip when he pulled the cup away. He looked… calmer, before Logan would have vehemently defended his food choices against anyone who tried to question him. But at the same time, it felt more than a little wrong, Logan may have shifted towards the spicier drink, but where was his spice? Where was Logan’s sharp tangy flavor that made him so different from them?

This Logan was like coffee now, bitter and… not at all to their taste.

Logan just smiled that polite smile, and Roman had to force himself to smile back.

“I’ve found that drinking coffee isn’t exactly beneficial in the long run,” Logan explained, as he swirled the content of his cup around in a steady motion. “It’s been known to enhance anxiety attacks astronomically,” Virgil’s face gave a funny look for a moment, before Logan went on. “And it also lowers blood pressure too.”

Roman swallowed down the words that he wanted to say, “That’s great Logic, good job on looking ahead.” The words felt sour and dull in his mouth, logically… Logan should have known that him drinking coffee over tea wouldn’t matter. It wouldn’t impact Thomas in any way, and it wasn’t like Logan himself would drop dead over some high blood pressure. Logan had just taken away one more thing that the logical side liked, and turned it into something else. “You did good.”

For a split second something in Logan’s face changed abruptly, a slight widening of his eyes and a crease in his forehead and lips.

Something changed, and then…

The room flashed briefly, but just out of the corner of Roman’s eye, it was so brief that he almost missed it entirely but he was certain that he had seen it.

The cubicle styling of Logan’s room, just momentarily flashing back to how it was supposed to look. With all of his space posters, hanging lights, and the organized mess that Roman had seen Logan’s room as before. It was.. It was as if the new room only existed when they looked at it, and not a moment too soon or too late for them.

The very thought alone made Roman’s stomach drop.

He had promised himself that he wouldn’t intervene if this was what Logan had truly wanted for himself, but even so… it didn’t ease the sting of pain that was accompanied by every new thing that Logan was starting to do when it came to any of them. He had thought that he could handle it, and that the pain of this somehow would be lesser than the guilt he had felt towards this whole situation. But..

It wasn’t.

If anything this felt worse, he had talked himself into giving in and giving this to Logan. All of this was almost too much for him, his legs itched to run and take him out of this room so that he wouldn’t have to witness anything like this anymore. But he held himself firm, and refused to move. He forced himself to look back at Logan, at the logical side who is steadily typing away on his computer, inputting the information that both he and Virgil had brought to the other side.

Speaking of Virgil though…

The anxious side looked like he wanted to either scream or cry at Logan, the emotions clashing like a thunderstorm on his face as his eyeshadow darkened in color for a few brief moments. Until finally Virgil sucked in a deep breath, his eyeshadow returning to its normal, usually messy state as he seemed to calm down for now.

Reaching into his pocket Virgil pulled out a folded piece of paper, “For your… office.” Virgil caught himself on the last word, almost wanting to say something else. The cubicle looked like a prison to him, nothing at all like Logan’s old room, and he could very much see why Logan hadn’t wanted him in here before. So he says the word almost bitterly, because this whole situation feels bitter to him. There’s not one bit of sweetness to be found in it.

He only softens the slightest bit when Logan takes the paper, unfolding the picture he had drawn for the logical side. And when Logan actually pins it to his cubicle wall, his movements are careful and precise so as to not damage the art Virgil had made for him. It remains on the wall, in plain view for the logical side to look at while he’s working. Then and only then does Virgil feel an intense sense of relief sweeping through him like a hurricane. It’s one more piece of evidence for the both of them that Logan doesn’t entirely hate them, but also that things also aren’t the same between them.

At least not yet.

“Okay…” Virgil clears his throat, before tugging on Roman’s sleeve to pull him towards the door. “We’ll leave you to your work.. Logic. Let us know if there is any other paperwork you need from us, and we’ll get it done…” Virgil paused, but for just a moment. “I promise.”

Logan stopped in his typing, his eyes glancing up from the computer they had been otherwise glued to. A look of… something passed over the logical side’s face, before it vanished entirely.

“Thank you…”

It was the only two words that were whispered back, so softly that Roman had almost missed them entirely. And before he could even think to ponder the words, he was pulled out by Virgil, his head full of ideas as he remained ever more determined to give Logan things to put up in his new “office”. His mind was wild with ideas of painting, charcoal sketches, and pastel drawings that he could give to Logan to pin up. Anything to make his new room, just the slightest bit more hospitable for the side who was constantly having to be in there. And anything to let Logan know that they still cared for him, even if he was doing all of this.

While Virgil…

Virgil felt just the slightest bit better.

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