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#i outta nowhere just get out of a slump
crackedpumpkin · 1 year
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Hiiii!!! How are you?? I was wondering if you could write a Hiro hamada x fem!reader who’s a kinda famous teen actress?? (Also with tadashi still alive if you don’t mind…In my brain he didn’t die in the movie 🥲)
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Hello hello!! I'm doing okay, thanks for asking! Just a bit dead tired from work. I adored writing this, and that rizzed up line hit me outta nowhere i swear i might just be boyfriend material in the wrong vessel bro.
Warnings: Aged Up! Characters, lil Tadashi appearance cause mans not dead in my eyes.
|| ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ || ʜɪʀᴏ ʜᴀᴍᴀᴅᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ||
[ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ]
You enter the cafe, glancing at the display case filled with pastries and doughnuts. Your mouth waters, your stomach rumbling hungrily. You notice the small chatter around you and become self-conscious. 
In retrospect, someone wearing a broad-brimmed hat and sunglasses with a mask covering the bottom half of their face is bound to draw some looks here and there.
But today’s your day off from work, and you intend to enjoy it fully without being mobbed by the paparazzi. You had decided in the morning to wander around San Fransokyo, maybe even catch a glimpse of the superheroes everyone’s been talking about, when you decided to stop at a cafe for lunch.
You join the short queue of customers, trying to decide what to get as you scan the menu. The big breakfast looks incredibly appealing, and the photo beside its name almost makes you drool. You could really use some coffee to energize yourself as well.
You’re finally in front of the cashier, having waited patiently for the person in front to count their change before they leave. The cute boy in front of you looks to be around your age, and the way he runs a hand through his fluffy hair makes you smile. 
“What can I get you?” He pauses when he looks up at you, slightly caught off guard by your getup. You clear your throat, fighting back the embarrassed flush that blooms on your cheeks. 
“Hi, could I get a large latte and a big breakfast combo?” You request, though your voice is slightly muffled through the mask. 
“Yeah, sure. How would you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled, please.”
“Your total will be eleven dollars and thirty cents.” He tells you. Your wallet is already pulled out, but in your haste to grab the money, your sunglasses slide off your face with a clatter on the counter. 
You freeze, a twenty dollar bill in your hand as he picks it up for you. You take it back from him with a thankful nod, accidentally making eye contact before quickly sliding them back on. 
Your breath hitches in that second, scared that he had recognized you and would call the paps to spread the news that you’re here. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. He probably hadn’t gotten a good look at you, considering that your hat might’ve blocked most of his view.
“Where do I collect the food?” You ask, picking up the change.
“It’s okay. I’ll bring it to you.”
“Oh, do you do that for all the customers here?” You’re surprised, though it’s very nice of them to do so.
“Only the pretty ones.” He smirks slightly with a shrug as he waits for the small printer to spit out the receipt.
Your lips part, trying to find a response after his words render you speechless.
“And I don’t usually give discounts either.” He adds with a small smile, handing you back your receipt. You take it with a shy smile and bashful nod, scurrying to an empty seat next to the window. 
You pull out your phone, already buzzing with messages from your manager telling you to return quickly for a new reading of a script that’s been offered to you. You sigh, not opening any of them before pulling out a book and headphones. You connect the wireless headphones to your phone, slumping back in your secluded corner and pressing play on the music.
You open the book, starting off from the page that you left off. It’s your favourite book, smiling fondly at the dog-eared pages your thumb brushes against. You read for a while, removing your hat and sunglasses and placing them beside you for better lighting. 
You’re interrupted when the smell of coffee hits you, looking up to see the cute cashier that had flirted with you earlier. Your eyes immediately widen, heat blooming on your cheeks as he looks down at you with a grin, placing your coffee and plate of food on your table. 
You try to help him arrange the things on your table, your hands brushing against his when you reach for the salt shaker at the same time. He chuckles nervously, and you also spot a faint red on his cheeks when he averts his eyes with a shy smile. 
“Thanks,” You manage to say, your lips suddenly dry when your gaze meets his.
“No problem, hope you enjoy. I’d love to hear what you think of the Lucky Cat Cafe’s food.”
You nod, filing away the name for any future visits. He leaves with another quick glance over his shoulder, and you tear your eyes away from his retreating figure. You start to eat, glancing up every now and then to see him interacting with other customers. 
When a group of people enter the shop, he greets them with a warm smile, making your stomach flip as you clear your throat, looking away. Your eyes unintentionally settle on his figure again, only to inhale sharply when you notice he’s also looking at you.
Your gaze drops down to your food, feeling hot as the blush creeps up your neck to your cheeks. You’re an actress, for goodness sake, you scold yourself, so act!
You focus on your food, but hushed whispers attract your attention. You look back up, noticing that his group of friends are watching you with wide eyes as recognition fills their eyes. You stiffen, trying to finish your food more quickly. 
You hear the whispers die down, glancing up again curiously to see him frowning and saying a few words to his friends with his hand on his hip, and they glance back apologetically with bashful nods. You quickly nod back with a flustered wave when he smiles at you again.
Once you finish your food, you leisurely sip your coffee, watching the cute guy occasionally. He seems to do the same, sneaking small glances here and there. He’d be talking to a customer, only for his eyes to wander over to where you’re sitting.
You’d know; you caught him doing it a few times.
He finally settles one more customer before walking over and taking your empty plate. “So? How’s the food?” He asks, his friends having wandered upstairs to hang out with someone that looks like his brother, the older one giving him a noogie you chuckled at.
“It’s delicious. And,” You hesitate, “Thank you.” 
It’s genuine, and you’re sure he can sense what you’re referring to when his eyes flicker over to you with a hint of surprise before his lips curve upwards into an attractive grin.
“Anything for a cute girl like yourself.”
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techtalksfics · 1 year
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The Phoenix Rises (Part 2 of If I had known - Tech x Reader)
Summary: The reader hasn't seen Tech, Omega or their brothers in so long. On the night the Empire stormed the city, she knew what had happened. Rising above her fears and insecurity, she sets out on a mission she doesn't know she'll survive.
Author's Note: So I don't know how good I am at combat writing. Not a favourite of mine. But I wanted to write a what happens next.
Warnings: a little gore and references to torture? No behaviour outside the ordinary Clone Wars episode.
Word Count: 7.6 K (I'm getting out of hand now)
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“CIDDERAN SCALEBACK,” you voice boomed through the parlour, “get your slithery, scaley ass OUT HERE NOW.” Bolo and Ketch made a beeline for the door immediately and you knew why. You'd never raised your voice like that before, not with such anger. Never like this.
The before, you’d hidden yourself away, locked in your apartment as the chaos of the Empire swelled and boomed around Ord Mantell. From the window, you saw them take Omega. You saw them take the girl you considered to be your little sister. But what could you have done really? You weren't a solider. You were just some nobody kid from a nowhere part of the world.
Yet, it felt like it fell to you to fix this because deep down inside of you, you’d known exactly what had happened and who was responsible for it.
Cid appeared at the door, shoulders slumped, “alright, alright, stop your yammering. I’m right here.” The moment you saw her, you strode directly over to her and punched her square in the side of her face. She fell back, knocked by the weight of your full force assault. She knew she deserved that. She had been waiting for you to show up.
“It was you, wasn’t it?” You seethed, nostrils flaring, “you gave them up. Let me guess, received yourself a nice sizeable reward in return huh?” She stood straight and stretched herself at the shoulders and looked you square in the eye. She had a case in her hand, and you instantly knew that it was the credits she’d sacrificed their lives for. You sneered at her. Cid was taken aback, not once had she seen you this angry. "Their lives were not yours to destroy."
“It was just business, kid,” she responded neutrally, “stay outta it.”
“Just business?” You voice raised several octaves as you repeated that filth. How could she? “Stay out of it?! You've dragged me into it! They are family. They were my family. You gave me them and then you gave them up as if they were nothing.”
"They were just clones, kid." You grabbed the nearest glass on the counter and threw it directly at her head. Unfortunately, she dodged it.
"They were everything, Cid. You and your dodgy deals, your spineless nature. You. This was all you." You strode forward and punched her a second time, a lot harder this time, and this time when she stumbed back, you grabbed the case and opened it. Pretty profitable business for you, huh?” You scoffed, carefully picking up one credit and chucking it at her. “That’s all you get. The rest belongs to the boys that you gave up, you poisonous snake.” She came at you, greedy for her credits, but you simply removed your new blaster from your holster and pointed it directly at her. You didn’t need to look at her to shoot. You’d been practicing, just as Tech had taught you.  
The blaster had been a very strange gift from Tech. One you were currently very grateful for. He needed to ensure that should the Empire arrive, you could protect herself. And right now, she was the Empire and it took everything inside you not to fire. So, instead, you simply warned her, don’t. She would not use another one of these credits. They were not hers to spend.
“I was your family long before they were,” she retorted, handed now rubbing the cheek you’d hit. Twice. As you watched her pain you couldn't help but think, man, that had felt good.
What were you becoming? What had this done to you? You were never this person.
“That’s right you were,” You took a step towards her, and she instinctually took two steps back, “but you are no family of mine. I don’t’ even know who you are anymore.” You closed the briefcase, the heaviness of credits yanking your arm downwards. With that you turned on your heel, pausing in the doorway. You reached out to either end of the door frame to steady yourself, a shuddering breath escaping you. You turned your head back, but only a little, “You were better than this. I thought you’d change. But once a snake, always a snake I suppose. I’ll be taking the shuttle. The one Tech and I repaired for you. I’m not sure you’ll have far to travel anyway. Call it... karmic retribution."
“What are you gonna do, huh kid?” She moved towards you, “take on the whole damn Empire?” Her arms were flailing above her as she spoke. “You’re just a nobody from Ord Mantell. What are you gonna do?” That's right, you were just some nobody; a scared, confused and sad nobody from Ord Mantell. But right now, something was being reborn inside of you. An anger, a sense of justice. A war that was not yours had just become the very thing you knew you needed to be a part of. You needed to rebel, you needed to resist.
“I’m going to start by helping fix whatever fucking mess you created. They shoulda left you on Safa Toma.” You sighed as her hand reached for your shoulder. “Omega was too good for the likes of you.”
“Goggles is dead.” She yelled at you and you knuckles whitened for grip on the door. “The Empire showed up and told them. Threw his broken goggles right there on the floor.” She pointed to the spot that she’d seen him.  You knees buckled slightly as you stared at the spot, as if you could see his broken goggles there.
“Oh, and the Empire is widely known for its reliable intel.” You knew the goggles were either truly all that were left or a very clever ploy. When did the Empire ever tell the truth.
“Those boys of yours seemed to think he was too.” You sighed, you felt like your heart was shattering on the floor. It couldn’t be true, could it? Either way, it didn’t matter it was time stand up and do the right thing. You had to fight for Omega. For Tech, even if he had gone where you could not follow.
“Even if he is,” you dropped your hands, “even if that is true, I owe it to them to fix the mistakes of a traitor.” The word dripped from your mouth, burning her as she realised how much you now hated her. Turning to face her, your eyes filled with rage, “if I hear that you have provided so much as one more piece of intel, given them up in any other way, I will come back here and I will kill you.” Her hand dropped from your shoulder, shock withering her already aged features. “Goodbye, Cidderan Scaleback.”
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You looked into the blue hues of the hyperspace and wondered what the hell you were doing. You were no hero. You had no abilities, no real skill with a blaster and you were heading to planet far from your own that you did not know. What the hell were you doing?
The right thing, you heart told you.
Truthfully, you did not know what you expected to find on Coruscant. You’d never even left Ord Mantell before, let alone travelled thousands of lightyears away to a planet you knew nothing about other than it was the jewel of the Empire. It was pure luck that the shuttle you had stolen from Cid had an Imperial clearance code, probably as a result of her treachery. You shuddered at the thought. But, at least, you wouldn't stumble at the first hurdle and that's enough of a start.
As you brought the shuttle into land, you immediately found the nearest attendant and asked them to fuel up the ship, tossing a credit in their direction. He was an overweight, greying man with no defining features. The perfect dockyard assistant. A humanoid who blended into the background. As the began to walk past you, you turned and queried, “oh and you couldn’t tell me how to find Riyo Chuchi by any chance?”
His eyebrows rose into his grey Imperial cap, and he responded, “the Senator?” You simply nodded. “What do you want with that clone lover?” You saw red at that. You would not have people judged for supporting clones. But beating a man would only land you in a cell, and you were not here for that.
So, instead, grabbing him the scruff of his collar, you wrenched him toward you, “Listen here, you overweight glob of grease, if I weren’t in a rush, I’d teach you a thing or two about manners." You pulled him closer, scrutinising his features to memory for future reference, "but, as it's your lucky day and I have places to be, I’ll just take that answer as a yes. Where do I find her?”
“Kriff’s sake,” he reached up and grasped at your hands trying to be released from your hold, “alright, alright. She’s probably at the Imperial Senate. That's where most senators are. I’d start there if I were you.” As you released him, he muttered lunatic under his breath as he went to refuel your ship. You watched him go with a sneer.
As you tried to walk away confidently from the scene, feeling eyes on you, you sped around the corner of the dockyard and towards the city. You took a moment to flatten yourself against a wall, your breath heaving. You were not this person. You didn’t threaten people. You didn’t assault people and yet, you knew that this was how the new world worked and Cid had dragged you out of the light and into the shadows of traitorous ascent. You needed to rise from your fragility and become something better. If you had any chance of surviving, you had to do what you must. After all, you had to fix the damage she had done. Placing your hands flat on the wall behind you, you focused on the cool sensation of the coarse brickwork.
You’ve got this, you reminded yourself. You had no choice.
You clambered your way up the steep stairs to the taxi rank platform. For a moment, you simply looked out a sea of lights and shuttles. This truly was a different world than the one you knew. Once you broke the spell of the view, you hailed one of the infamous Coruscant Air Taxis.  As you stepped into the cab with a sigh, you requested they take you to the Imperial Senate. Much like the shipyard attendant, his eyebrows rose questioningly but instead of saying anything, you simply sped off into the city.
You took a minute to admire the breadth and vibrancy of the place that now surrounded you. But this area seemed almost as seedy as Ord Mantell, it wasn’t until you rose above the lower districts that you saw it all. The remainders of the Jedi Temple in one direction and the shining beacon of the Imperial Senate. A reminder of what has past and what is. A sight of splendour and riches you had never known. You fondled at the Imperial chain code that Tech had made you that was secure in your pocket. Hopefully it would be enough to fool any guards that came your way. Hopefully there would be none.
When you finally reached the Senate, you took a breath before entering. Act like you belong, you reminded yourself. Though your scruffy appearance would do nothing to help you with that. As you walked as assuredly as you could, you reached the guard at the desk and immediately found yourself asking for Riyo Chuchi. When he looked at your questioningly and you sighed before continuing, “please inform her that we share a mutual acquaintance by the name of Echo. She will come down for that.” You mockingly lifted your chin high as you waited, nerves swimming around your body.
When the senator, with two armed guards, appeared before you questioningly. She offered her hand for you to take and you gave your name as you shook it.
"I need you to tell me where Echo is," you said, "last I heard, he was here and I need to help them." She pulled you away from the main stretch of corridor in the nearest alcove.
"Yes, your friend is here," she said, "but first, you must learn to be a little more covert with your enquiries. Dark things fester here." A warning that spread to her eyes as she kept you by the arm in the alcove. "How do you know Echo?"
"He is like a brother to me, all of the Bad Batch are. I came as soon as the Empire left Ord Mantell." She searched your eyes for lies, as a good senator must. But she only found truth and resolve so she nodded.
"I will tell you where to go," she decided, as she pulled you back into the hallway, "but first, we must act like good friends so as to not rouse suspicion. Can you manage that?" You simply nodded, placing a fake smile upon your lips.
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Hunter called out your name in disbelief, as you walked to them as they huddled around a holomap, placed carelessly on a crate in front of them. The hanger was messy and crowded. Everybody seemed to be doing everything and nothing all at once. A blonde haired clone reached for the holomap and yanked it from the table as you approached. You couldn't help but yank Hunter into a drawn out hug. You were so glad to see him. “Hunter,” you greeted him cautiously, as you pulled back from the hug, still with the credits clutched to your side. “I – uh – know this won’t make up for what Cid did but,” you threw the heavy container onto the crate and opened it, turning them to face it, “I took the credits she certainly did not deserve from turning you in. I hope they can help you, help this, somehow.” Hunter appeared tired and grief stricken, now that you truly saw his face in the dim light.
“So, it’s all true then?” You murmured in disbelief, “they took Omega?” Hunter could only nod in response and then you realised if that were true, then, “and Tech is…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. The lump in your throat constricting your breathing. You felt the tears brimming at your eyes.
“He fell,” Hunter said, trying to catch your eyes, “he fell saving us.” Of course, he did, you realised. Of course, he’d bloody sacrifice himself for them. Plan 99, the plan you’d always known about. He’d told you about it of course. Of 99 on Kamino and the sacrifice he made. You had tried to make him promise that he never would, even though you knew he never would promise that. You knew that if the situation called for it, he would do it without question. But he also knew that you didn’t truly expect him to promise that. You knew him too well to demand such a promise.
“I’d hoped it wasn’t true.” You sighed, grief stricken but resolute, “what can I do to help? I have a ship, the credits, a blaster… though I’m not sure I know how to use it as well as clone.” As you rambled off the ways you thought you could be useful, before Hunter simply walked towards you and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Tech taught me enough, I can help, Hunter.”
"You seem different," he said, searching your eyes for something. "Where's that fear gone?"
"Where's your happiness gone?" And then he understood that your grief was no different from his own but they had impacted you in different ways.
“Listen kid, this is going to be difficult and without Tech,” he cleared his throat, “well, we are going to struggle even more. You need to be sure you are willing to lay your life on the line because we aren't sure we will make it out of this one unscathed.”
“I love Omega. I’ll do anything I can to protect her,” you placed your hand atop his, “I’ve got this Hunter. I’ll grieve for Tech when I know Omega is safe. Just tell me what to do.” Suddenly, you whipped your head around to stare at the blonde clone who stood there watching the interaction intently, realising you'd ignored him fully. “And this is?”
“This is Rex, of the 501st.” He reached out his hand to you as Hunter introduced you as a dear friend from Ord Mantell. A title you no longer felt you deserved but were grateful for none the less. You smiled at the clone as he observed you carefully. “Rex is helping us to try and locate Omega.”
“You mean you don’t know where she is?” You almost shouted, “how is that even possible?” You ran your hands through your hair in desperation. This situation was well and truly fucked.
“The Empire is running a clandestine cloning operation,” Rex explained with an air of seniority, “it is very difficult to trace.”
"Yeah, that tracks," you grumbled, "and without Tech, tracing them must be..."
"Difficult, yes," Rex kindly finished for you as your mind drifted back to his gentle caresses.
“Fantastic,” you groaned, before realising, “I know someone who may be able to help. He can be sketchy, bit like Cid but less of a snake in the grass, and his intel is almost always good. Cid introduced us years ago." With a new found sense of purpose, you affirmed, "just leave it with me, he should be here on Coruscant.” Neither clone had a better plan, so they shrugged trusting you just enough to try and salvage this situation.
"Just remember..." Hunter began but you held your hand up to stop him.
"Covertly and carefully," you said remembering the Senator's words. "Don't worry I've got this."
And with that, you took off into the night of Coruscant, determined to find Dexter Jetter. Friend to Jedi and clone alike.
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About three rotations later, you'd gone over the plan countless times. You were lazing on some crates, one leg carefully dangling off the side, letting it swing back and forth aimlessly.
Wrecker and Hunter stood beside you. Rex, Gregor and Echo stood over the holomap you'd retrieved of Mount Tantis and all the intel you'd managed to coax out of bounty hunters in bars. As it turns out, being an innocent looking female meant that intel was given out fairly freely. If you just batted your eyelids a little.
"Question, if you don't mind," you said as you leant up onto elbow. You leg suddenly very still, "how many of these plans actually go according to plan?"
"HA," Wrecker's laughter echoed through the hangar, "usually, none. But that's where the fun begins."
"You and I have very different definitions of fun, Wrecker." You reminded him gently.
"That's cus you've never tried it my way," he retorted, laughing again. When he punched your shoulder gently, you couldn't help but smirk at him. He had a point.
"So, this is it. Mount Tantis. Rescue Omega. Maybe find Crosshair? High tail it out there before too much security shows up?"
"Terminate Dr. Hemlock should we find him too," Rex reminded you.
"Right, right right. Just a minor execution hidden amongst the rescue plan." You flapped your head back down, covering your eyes with your arm, "how could I forget?"
What the holy fuck had you gotten yourself into? You groaned to yourself inwardly. You just had to keep reminding yourself, this was the right thing to do.
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You'd gone over the plan again and again aboard the shuttle. Not that it mattered; you knew there was no way it would be this easy.
You’d landed the ship several hundred clicks away. You had walked with tactical devices, a blaster and the company of nothing but clones for what felt like an eternity. You were barely able to control your breathing without heaving. You thought you were going to throw up. The uphill struggles you felt on the walk, clearly did not affect anyone else. Some cardio may be needed if I'm to keep doing this, you thought to yourself. Then, on top of all of that, was the cliff face, of which there was only one way up and the tip of it was nowhere in sight. You sighed and as you stared upwards, Rex came to stand beside you, to simply ask, “are you sure you’re ready for this, kid?” You nodded resolutely.
Just think of Omega. Just think of Omega. You repeated to yourself in an odd sort of mantra as you began to scale the side of the cliff. Luckily, you had some experiences in climbing on the outer edges of Ord Mantell. But nothing like this. You knew that if you simply did not look down and focused on each movement you would be fine. Climb slowly to scale quickly. That was what you had always known to be true.
“We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die.” Was all you could hear Wrecker saying beside you. You looked over to him, eyebrow cocked, as if to say, seriously? “I don’t like heights. Tha’s all.”
“Well that little mantra of yours definitely isn’t going to help.” You hissed back. “Climb slow to scale quickly,” you told him. “And stop looking down for goodness sake.”
“R-right. Climb Slow. Scale Fast.” He nodded before continuing his climb. You felt some comfort in knowing he was afraid too. It made you feel like less out of place amongst this group. You each continued upon the path upwards. Your hands began to ache and your legs throbbed from the pain but you knew you had to persevere. For Tech's sister, you reminded yourself. This was for Omega.
Landing at the top, you all took immediate cover. Noticing the dockyard was eerily empty, you all crept silently along to the wall, heading directly for the entrance. This was it. No turning back now. As you crept behind Rex, relying on his knowledge to see you through, his hand moved to halt you, as TK troopers, patrolled the hallway. You slammed yourself into the wall as quietly as you could.
As they patrolled on by, unaware of your presence, you pulled out the PADD and located the prison corridor where you suspected you’d find Omega. Directing Rex and Gregor down the corridor, you continued to follow the map as they guarded you. Realising you were suddenly assuming Tech’s usual roll in all of this.
Twists and turns, ducking and dodging all the troopers. This place was heavily fortified and there was only so many times that Echo could jam their security feed before an error was made. You simply did not have enough time and you knew when, not if, when this went wrong, it was going to be one hell of fight to get out again.
When you finally arrived at the cells, you searched and searched for Omega as Rex and Gregor set about freeing as many clones and prisoners as they could. You ran frantically down, head flipping from side to side until you found her. Your eyes went wide as she ran towards the barrier calling out your name in surprise. You raised your finger to your lips as if to quieten her. “Hunter,” you whispered, “over here.” Immediately, he was at your side, working on the panel to release the shield.
She immediately fell into his arms and you smiled; she had tears in her eyes. Until suddenly, she rammed into your side, hugging you too. Until she looked up at you, a pained expression on her features. “T-tech,” she began.
“He’s dead,” you sighed, “I know, kid.” “N-no, he’s down that way. I-in the testing facility,” she said all in one breath, “Crosshair’s there too. He refused to give us up. I – I don’t know what that doctor did to him. To either of them.” You could hear the desperation in his voice.  He’s alive?! Your brain was screaming in a million different ways. There was a ringing in your ears as your brain tried to take everything in. You handed her the map and told her to show you where. She pointed to the rough area where they were being held, though she said she couldn't be certain.
“Okay,” you said with authority, “Rex, Gregor… get these clones outta here and on that shuttle. Omega, go with them.” Rex simply looked at you with a smirk on his face and simply said, “and like that, she was a phoenix borne from the ashes.” You smirked at him and gave him a nod of friendship. Behind you, Omega went to protest your command but Hunter grabbed her shoulder and nodded that she should listen, “Omega, if you don’t get out of here then we came here for nothing. Please, go.” You'd gotten onto one knee, a hand on a shoulder. The whole thing, it was almost a beg.
“That’s an order, soldier,” Hunter murmured to her. The only thing that would make her go.
With reluctance, she took towards Rex and tried to help the stragglers reach safety. Hunter watched her dumbly as she did so. To have been so close and now leaving her in the care of regs was not easy for him. “Hunter,” you commanded, “Wrecker, Echo, you three need to come with me. Let’s go get our boys back.” Wrecker raised his hand for a high five and you smiled before raising your hand to his.
All stunned by your sudden authority, they simply complied. Everyone rushing into action as silently as possible. You knew that the alarms would be triggered as soon as someone checked the feed for the prison cell or when they noticed the feeds for the corridors leading back to the entrance had all gone dark. You had so little time, but you would not leave without him.
You’d lost him once. Not again.
You removed your blaster from your holster and began leading the Batchers down the corridors, stopping only to hide from further patrols or when Echo needed to disable a door or camera. The closer you got, the more nervous you became. What if you were too late? What if he was too injured?
There were so many what ifs running through your mind as you made your way towards the testing lab Omega had pointed out. And as Echo worked on the door, you thought your heart may explode for fear of what you may found.
That’s when a platoon of six TK troopers rounded the corner and yelled ‘halt’ at you. Echo paused only momentarily before continuing on the door. You reached into your pocket and threw a stunning device dead centre between them. Seconds later, they were down.
“Nicely done,” Wrecker boomed, and you gave him another stern look. Subtlety really was not his strong suit. “Sorry,” he whispered. The doors suddenly opened, and you turned.
What you saw did little to quell that fear etched into your heart. Tech and Crosshair were strapped to two separate tables and neither seemed conscious. After checking the room was empty, you ran straight to Tech, clutching to him in relief as the monitors showed the stable rhythm of his heart. You pressed your forehead to his clammy one. He stirred slightly. He was alive.
“Tech, hey,” you placed your hand on his head, tears streaming from your eyes, “Tech, it’s me. I’m here.” You stroked at his head gently as his brothers unbuckled his restraints. He reached out to touch your face.
“W-what?” Tech’s eyes were foggy, glassy. It was as if he couldn’t see you. What the hell had they done?! A rage surged through you at the sight of him. “What trickery is this? What cruelty is this?” He groaned out in pain, and he was finally free of the restraints. You continued to just stroke his hair gently, whispering gentle words of safety as he called out for them to stop. Once he was free, his brothers went to help Crosshair.
“No trickery, Tech, I promise I’m here,” you whispered close to his ear, taking his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. You realised you had little time and needed to convince him it was you. So you said the words that only you knew, “if I had but known…” you whispered lowly to him and his eyes finally focused, looking you dead in the eye.
“What are you doing here?” His voice an urgent plea, as the reality of the situation came crashing down upon him. “You shouldn’t be here. Why are you here?”
“Oh, you know, fancied a tea party on Imperial soil and who doesn’t love a tea party in a clandestine medical facility?” You joked and he sputtered a laugh at that. “I’m here for you, silly man. Well, technically, I thought you were dead. So, I was here for Omega and then she said she’d seen you. Now, I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere without you. Not again.” You squeezed his hand again, his grip getting firmer on yours. “We need to move and fast. We don’t have long and I’m not sure I can carry your weight and fire all at once.”
“G-give me the blaster.” He mumbled, heaving in a weighty, laboured breath, as he moved to sit upright. “You keep me steady, and I’ll shoot. It would be the more effective plan.” Even halfway to death, his plans were still more logical than yours. But you were no tactician. Handing him the blaster, you placed his arm around his shoulder and counted him up to movement. His legs buckled slightly and with all of your might, you tried to keep him upright.
You looked to your left and saw that Crosshair had been on the bed next to him, unconscious. Hunter had gone to him with Wrecker. Wrecker lifted his limp body from the bed, hoisted him over his shoulder with ease and made for the door.
Then, suddenly, the alarms went. Well, you couldn’t help but think, that was almost a smooth operation.
When Tech finally steadied himself, he gave you a brief nod and you moved towards the door with the others. Omega was safe. Wrecker, Echo, Hunter, Crosshair and Tech were all with you. The full Bad Batch working together; surely, you’d escape with such a formidable group, right? Even if two of them were injured. They'd been injured before. This would be fine, right? But you couldn’t stop your heart hammering in your chest. You didn’t want to die. You’d just wanted to do the right thing. You didn't want to die here.
We just have to get to Rex on that shuttle. Then you would be able to go home, safe. But where was home now? Kriff’s sake, you moaned to yourself, no time for that now. Worry about home later.
As Echo opened the door, there was intense blaster fire immediately coming through the door. You pushed Tech against the wall to the right, earning an 'oomf' sound from deep in his throat and you simply held Tech to your side, plastered against the wall and hoped that the others could handle the TK troopers. Everyone held their position as the blaster fire continued.
“Am I about to find out about this infamous Wrecker strategy?” You joked as you held yourself and Tech steady against the metal framework of the wall.
“Hell YEAH,” he boomed and ran dead centre into the door frame, firing at will. Laughing as he did so. You peered around the wall to find his stance firm as he fired at will.
“It’s not really a strategy, is it?” You whispered to Tech who looked up at you.
“No, it is more of an active extemporisation.” He informed you and you scrunched your face up in agreement. Yet, his particular brand of explosive chaos seemed to be working. So you pulled Tech alongside you and made for the exit as fast as you could.
You were still able to successfully hide in the numerous alcoves but the moment you reached the open space of the hangar bay, blaster fire began coming from every angle. You reached for your second blaster and using your non-dominant hand to aim, you began firing at the troops blocking your escape.
You limped your way across the landing pad as Tech tried with all his might to hit on target as he aimed at the approaching troopers. His aim was understandably off but there was no excuse for their pathetic aim. Tech managed hit after hit until you reached the cliff face.
“Now what?” You shouted at Hunter, who appeared at your side. He lifted Tech over his shoulder and shouted ‘climb’ at you. “Wrecker, come on!” You yelled at the clone still emitting heavy blaster fire at the troopers. Echo had Crosshair loosely over his shoulder as he began to climb downwards.
You needed time, to get below the cloud line. You remembered the smoke device in your other pocket and as you threw it, you yelled at Wrecker to climb. And so he did.
You’d managed to buy yourself just enough time to get low enough that the erratic blaster fire from above missed all of you. Luck, that was pure luck.
As you ran through the wooded area, you continued to provide cover fire with Wrecker. Ducking behind and weaving through the trees as Echo and Hunter carried the fallen brothers to the shuttle.
As you got the gangplank, Hunter handed Tech back to you and began to help Wrecker buy some time. The ship was crowded with clones which, truthfully, was quite an alarming sight.
You helped Tech weave through the sea of them and then suddenly you called out, “which bunk is his?” Does it really matter, you wondered to yourself. You just needed to get him somewhere safe.
“Furthest on the left,” Hunter called out as the ship clunked closed and immediately burst into the sky. Wrecker ran for the gunner’s seat and began to fire at the deployed Imperial air support.
You followed his directions and lowered Tech onto his bed. As you stood to move, he grabbed your hand and appealed that you stay. How could you refuse him? You couldn’t refuse the man a thing. Placing your hand on his, you promised him, “I will be back just as soon as we actually get out of here.” He simply nodded dumbly at you.
He barely recognised this version of you. You were thinner, more exhausted, the mirth seemed to have diminished in your eyes. You were hardened. There was no fear. Where had the girl from Ord Mantell gone? This was not that like that night at your door. How did you change so drastically? From a girl scared of her feelings to a fighter for the rebellion. You gave orders, lay your life on the line, scaled up and down a cliff face and faced off blaster fire. His mind reeled at the changes, but he simply lay his head back and tried to relax himself. His body ached and his mind was exhausted. He was simply grateful to be alive.
The second you jumped to hyperspace, you ran back and knelt beside him, keeping his warm in both of yours and he simply lay there staring at you, he couldn't help but take in the features of your face. He'd almost forgotten what you looked like, thanks to Dr. Hemlock. Sudenly, Rex appeared in the doorway and came in to place his hand on your shoulder, “you did well out there, soldier. Kept your cool, mostly,” he said, glancing at Tech with a smirk, “we wouldn’t have them without your help. You have my thanks.”
“No, thank you, Captain, you didn’t force me to leave him again,” removing one hand from Tech's, you offered him your arm in bond, which he returned. As he left the quarters of the ship, leaving you alone with Tech once again. You refocused your attention on him, small tears of joy forming in your eyes. A small smile on your lips, until you noticed a peculiar look in his eyes.
“You seem different,” Tech eventually murmured as he squeezed his hand into yours differently. Tears began streaming down your cheeks.
“A phoenix borne from the ashes,” you reminded him.
“Well, I decided to paint my ledger with a little red,” you told him quietly, “that changes a person.”
"DAMN RIGHT IT DOES!" Wrecker bellowed from the doorway, entering with a laugh. "Wha' did Rex call you again?"
“That’s it,” Wrecker said, plopping down next to both of you, “your girl’s a damn phoenix, Tech. When she heard you were alive, weren’t no damn clone gonna stop her gettin’ to you. Told you you’d like my way of doin’ things.” He laughed again, clipping you on the shoulder with his first. You had to admit… deep down, you had enjoyed doing things the Wrecker way. Even if it was chaotic.
Wrecker fell silent and then you all humbly fell into a companionable silence. Then, Wrecker noticed you holding onto Tech’s hand and flushed a soft pink before excusing himself, rather awkwardly, realising he’d interrupted a moment of some sort. You'd been parted a long time, and he'd just sort of barged his way into it. He was just glad to have his brothers back.
“Is that true?” Tech said as he rested his head softly on its side as he stared at you. You shrugged, unable to truly process the actions of the past several hours. You truly were not the same person he had left behind all those rotations ago. “If I had but known…” Tech repeated, as he had done so long ago, with a soft smile on his lips, “if I had but known you were phoenix waiting to be reborn…”
“What can I say? You boys, Omega… you changed me. The Empire brought the fight to my family, and I wasn’t… I couldn’t…” You began to sob, a sob which touched every part of your being, with your head pressed into your joined hands. “You were dead, Tech. I couldn’t just go on the way I was. They took you from me.”
In that moment, Tech sat up in his bed with a slight groan. He patted the space beside you, and you complied still sobbing uncontrollably, he pulled you flush against him. “I am right here beside you,” he reminded you as he simply held onto you. You realised that these were the tears you’d been holding back for so long. It was over and everyone was safe.  “I do not intend to go anywhere again anytime soon. No tea parties at Mount Tanis for us.” You couldn’t help but giggle at this.
You wiped away your tears and stared at him with a sheepish gaze, “I blame that comment on the phoenix.”
“Well, the phoenix is certainly a mighty creature.” He placed a hand softly beneath your chin, encouraging you to raise your eyes, “one of hope and renewal. It is rather fitting when I truly think of it.” You placed his hand on his cheek and carefully brought his lips to yours. Gentle and sweet. You would push it no further than that. The sensation of his plush but cracked lips against yours was more than enough. A demonstration of the hope renewed in you now that he was at your side again.
You pulled away suddenly, a thought racing to enter your mind and interrupting your tender moment with Tech, though you remained close to one another.
“Hey, Hunter,” you called out and you heard the gentle thud of movement as he popped his head around the corner, “where the fuck are we going now?” Tech smiled as he realised your mind was still on the mission. Perhaps you were far more like him than either of you had previously realised.
“Pabu.” He said simply, before closing the curtain to the bunks and walked away.
“What the kriff is a Pabu?” You asked, looking at Tech perplexed.
“A remote isle. They - ” Tech paused to groan as he lay back down, “they will not find us there. Will you stay now?” He asked, searching your eyes for the warmth he loved so dearly. “I thought of you so often and now you are here. Please do not go away again?” Your eyes couldn’t help but warm at the sentiment.
And so, you carefully lay yourself down beside him and pressed your face into his neck. “I’m going nowhere. But promise me something,” you whispered into his neck and he hummed, “please stop going places that require that kind of extraction.” He barked a small laugh but the pain overcame it before the mirth managed to reach his voice.
“I will try.” He whispered as he turned his head into your soft hair with a contented sigh.
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You’d all arrived on Pabu as weary refugees and were welcomed instantly. By Phee. By Shep. By countless others. Even though many of you had arrived, with very little warning that you would, they took you all in with good grace. They set about healing and helping you all wherever they could. You were grateful.
After spending the afternoon with Omega, simply catching up on all that you’d missed and chasing moonyo’s around the winding steps of the city. Hunter came and found you, calling you to dinner. As you moved to go with them, Hunter stopped you by the shoulder. Perplexed, you simply looked at him, fear etched into you. Where you no longer welcome?
“Relax,” he said as he felt your tension, “Tech is waiting for you. He’s down on the docks.” With a simple but knowing smile, he pointed you in the direction of his location. You walked slowly down the steps, unsure of what to expect. When you arrived, you heart soared. A healed Tech was sitting with his legs over the edge of the wall, simply looking out at the sunset.
“Hi,” you offered up meekly. He turned slightly to look at you with a small smile on his lips. You sat beside him on a woollen blanket with a grunt. All of that climbing had left an ache in your body that you’d never felt before and without the adrenaline, boy did it hurt.
“I did not know how to express my gratitude,” Tech began, adjusting his goggles. “Then Omega and Hunter recommended a simple dinner shared between us. Shep set up the dinner itself. I was just informed to be here at a certain time.” He looked at your awkwardly, and when you said nothing, when you continued to stare out at the sunset, “I believe I owe you my thanks. For saving my life. For saving Omega and Crosshair also.”
You looked at him with confusion, “that was very much a group effort, Tech.”
“Yes, well, they are clones. It is in their DNA to fight. It is not in yours. You went above and beyond all that could have been expected.” You reached in and kissed his cheek.
“I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant you were safe.” He simply looked at you as you couldn’t meet his eye. This was the version of you he could remember. Not the soldier. Not the tactician. The nervous woman he’d fallen for long ago. Suddenly, you turned and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek and his hand instinctually reached up to touch the spot which was warmed by your affection.
"I thought about you every day," you told him, taking a sip of your poured wine.
"I thought of you also, perhaps not every day. But certainly more than I should have, given the circumstances," he looked at you peculiarly, "I had almost forgotten those eyes. When I lost my data PADD with our photo and was separated from my brothers, I had to rely on memory alone. But I feel as though somehow you saved my mind." He showed you his new device in his hand, the photo had been placed the background once more.
You smiled up at him, placing a hand on his cheek. "Perhaps soon, a new photo would be in order?" He agreed wholeheartedly.
“You know, I think I could do it.” You said suddenly.
“Do what?” He asked quickly, wondering where your thoughts were.
“Help with the effort against the Empire.” You began to pick at your nails as you spoke. “What they’re doing… what they did to you, to so many…it’s wrong.”
“It is.” He agreed simply. “But there are others that could do that job.” He reached over the blanket and grasped at your fidgety hands and brought one to settle between you. “You were admirable and commendable. But there are others.”
“You don’t think I could do it?” It was a painful question to ask him. After all that, he still thought you were some fragile thing that needed protecting.
“I have no doubt that you could.” He sighed slightly, struggling for the right words. “I just wish that you would stay here. With me. At least for now. I have been craving to be near you, to be with you, ever since we left Ord Mantell. I do not wish to part from you again so easily. This war will go on for a long time yet. We can rejoin the effort after I have done all the things I wish to do. Things I hope you want to do as well.”
He reached over and cupped your chin, as you often did with his, and he quickly brought his lips to yours. It was soft and sweet and contained all the things neither of you could say to each other. At least, not yet. When you pulled away, an airy smile on your face, “I think I could do that.”
"Good," he affirmed, "now, please eat something. You're thinner than the optimum weight for someone of your height." He took a berry into his hand and pushed it towards you. Instead of taking it with your hand, you leaned forward, tucking your hair behind your ears and took the berry with your mouth. Not once did you break eye contact. His lips parted as he watched you. Yes. He certainly liked this bolder version of you.
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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months
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Foxy Coltrane x Fem!Reader || Excerpts
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Plot: A few (5) of your many 💋kisses💋 with Foxy Coltrane. They aren't really in any particular order.
'I just wanted to know what it would be like.' - Gilmore Girls
Warnings: Sexual references + kissing gifs. Reader is pretty obsessed. Unedited.
***the 'fem' part in the title can be taken with a grain of salt. I only put it because the gifs are all hetero. If that doesn't bother you, theirs actually no mention that the reader is feminine in the writing.
1; The first time.
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Your lips touch his, your hands sliding up a moth eaten american flag shirt and the warm chest under it and they reach his shoulders, and its absolutely everything you thought it would be. He grins against your mouth like he just won a bet and strong arms wrap around you; holding you still. Literally caging you in.
If you hadn't already committed to this madness, then you probably would have the good sense to be afraid of that. But you wanted this. You thought about it, you considered the pros and the cons, the feel of his lips on yours vs the feel of his fingers in your guts, and the desire to kiss him won by a landslide.
You must be crazy.
Foxy kisses just like how you would imagine a 55-year-old borderline feral classic to kiss- all encompassing, that beard rubbing your face in an oddly pleasant way and his big hands grabbing your hips just like they belong there. Like you're his. He takes his time kissing you, his mouth moving carefully on yours, just enjoying it; a hot piece of ass like you just walkin' up and kissing him out of nowhere. He's definitely game for shit like that.
When you have to breathe and separate just for air, he tries to follow you for half a second, but settles for giving you a mischievous, almost smug grin and dropping his forehead against yours. "... well hi." He drawls, his voice a slow crawl that makes you feel things. Terrible, dangerous things.
Breathless and eyes glazed over with want. Everything about the older man is perfect to you- how can he be so handsome?? How can he be so hot? And interesting? And the fact that he's considerably saner then his brother and sister is definitely a bonus for you. "I just wanted to know... what it would be like."
"Oh? Making out with an old guy?" Foxy teases. "Kinky little bitch, huh?"
"Making out with you." You admit boldly, your hands still on his shoulders and watch his face transform into a wicked grin.
"'s that so?... " He looks thoughtful and impressed and intrigued by you, his eyes soft but daunting at the same time. "You sure about that? Kinda dangerous, dontcha think?... "
Definitely. "I think it was worth it."
"You wanna get outta here?"
2; When he comes back after a trip away from you.
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"Fox!" As soon as you saw him laid back half-slumped in the cushions on your couch, his knees spread wide manspreading like an ass, and an old black-and-white on your tv, and that slow smirk on his handsome face after he was gone for 2 months, your mood is completely lifted. You had the l o n g e s t day at work and you were ready to absolutely collapse but the effect he has on you is an instant recharge. A slow grin spreads across your face as you close the door behind you. You've missed him so bad-
"Hey there sweetheart. Been a while this time. My bad." The way his eyes flicker down your body and back up to your face again, the happy-to-see-you grin on his handsome rugged face, lights you up inside even brighter. He came here to see you!! He's happy to see you!! "C'mere."
You don't hesitate a second before crossing the room and settling in his lap, connecting your lips in a searing kiss full of all the want you've had to compartmentalise and put away all the time that he was not here. He barely moves, seeming lazy as he just lifts his chin to kiss you back. He doesn't need to move; you're in control (at least he lets you believe you are, 'cuz he likes you) and you're already nice and close in his lap, your knees digging into the couch cushions on either side of his camo-clad hips.
You went from negative one hundred to positive two hundred so fast you're already clenching around nothing, and so when he puts his hands on your hips (His big, dangerous, experienced wolfman hands) and encourages you to grind down on his hard bulge - which must have already been hard before you walked in, - you're happy to oblige. The kiss has to stop, at that- an inconceivable sigh of relief choking you at the feeling you missed; your head pressing into his shoulder as your hips slowly move against him.
"There, there, baby... I'm back... "
3; When Otis is looking at you a certain kind of way.
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You hate Otis' attention. You hate being around Otis- he nearly killed you when you first met the Fireflies, after all, and it was only Baby who kept you alive cuz you were a good playmate (now of course you're Foxy's playmate, instead though. Funny how things change). But even now he sometimes looks at you, and you can tell he still wants to kill you after all this time. Pull you apart and make something new out of your pieces. Otis hasn't become attached to you in the slightest- he never would. In his head you will always be prey.
The whole time Otis has been sticking near to you tonight and picking on you Foxy has been behind you, telling him to back the hell off you whenever he goes too far, or just glaring. Otis knows what he's doing, knows he shouldn't be messing with you (You're Foxy's), but of course he doesn't care.
When Otis crosses the line with Fox (Finally. He crossed the line as far as you're concerned 3 seconds in), referring to you as 'meat, you're sure Foxy's going to pick up your hand and take you both out of there. Leave. Go somewhere where it can be just the two of you.
You're shocked when he sits down in a chair and guides in between his legs, one hand on your waist drawing you in for a deep kiss thats would be completely indecent in any other social group but the Fireflies. A surprised noise slips out of you but after he uses the opening to slip his tongue into your mouth, you get quiet; obediently kissing him back. Needily kissing him back. You're absolutely all his and you can never ever help it when he kisses you. He kisses you, and its all over. Any restraint you had, any nervousness or fear (Of him, of Otis, of your own psychotic desires for this evil man) disappear and all you have is a want for the warm familiar feel of him under your skin.
He knows it.
He knows as soon as he does this to you you wont be scared, anymore. You'll forget all about Otis. And Otis'll lose all interest.
And just like that, with Foxy's tongue deep in your mouth and his hand on your waist squeezing the fat there gently and making you crazy, Otis rolls his eyes and gets up. You don't even notice him leave, your fingers losing themselves in your Foxes hair just like the rest of you is lost in him.
Foxy cracks his eyes open, still kissing you, to watch him walk off. Too fucken easy.
4. Slow kisses when you're alone and you have plenty of time.
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Sometimes the stars and the planets all align and your free wolfman stays. Foxy gets that still energy about him- like he's not going anywhere this time, at least for now, like here with you is exactly where he most wants to be in the world- and thats saying something because Foxy can go anywhere he wants to. Have whatever he wants. do whatever he wants. At least thats what you think.
At least he can get whatever he wants, from you.
During these times where he's still, not going away, you hope to be alone. No Fireflies, no Spaulding, no scary Otis.
Because- g o d.
When you are alone-
Theirs something oddly romantic about him, something from those old movies he likes in the way he touches you. His lips on yours are soft, teasing, setting your nerves on fire and making you moan. He'll sit on the couch for hours with you just tasting your lips, and your tongue, and your cheeks and jaw and neck and anywhere else he can reach. And when you get up to eat, or shower, or go to the bathroom, its not long before the possessive-obsessive wolfman comes up behind you and starts all over again.
He presses your front against a wall and lathers your neck and shoulders in those maddening gentle kisses, he feels up your spine with the tips of his dirty fingernails while you're cooking something on the stove and then sucks the darkest hickey you've ever seen into the crook of your neck (It'll be so sensitive to the touch after. He'll leave the same ones in all sorts of other places on you, too), he'll kiss you deep until you get lightheaded from the sheer lack of air.
He makes you even more addicted to him. Makes it even worse when he inevitably leaves again.
But... while it lasts....
5. The kiss in the middle of a fight.
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Its honestly the hardest thing in the world for you to be mad at this man- because he could hurt you. But also because you love him. And also because he refuses to listen!!
"You are the most frustrating- are you hearing me??"
He looks up from a machete set across his knees, which he was picking blood clots off of with his bare fingernails, and raises his brows. "... huh?"
"Ughhhhh!" You just got finished telling him what was bothering you, and he was off in la la land!! Frustration washes through you like a tidal waive and you don't know what to do with yourself. He does this every time!! You're pretty sure he does it on purpose! Unsure what to do with yourself, you whip around and storm off- ignoring his 'wait, hold on, wait, wait!- '.
When suddenly his hand wraps around your wrist like a vice and whips you back around to him you end up slamming right against his chest. You try to back up and storm away again but his other hand comes down on your arm and holds you still. "Hold on, there. What's the problem, sweetcheeks?"
"Whats the pr-!? " Ohhhhh. "Let me go, I'm leaving!"
"Come on, clue me in."
"I did! You weren't listening!"
"Alright, shit, well I didn't think it was something important. Fuck me. Alright, siddown, my ears are wideee open."
"No!"
"I'm not givin' you a choice."
Instead of arguing with that you just start struggling against him again, and he watches half-annoyed at your little attempts; wriggling your wrist in his grip and trying to yank your other arm away from him- you budge him but he doesn't let go. "Fuck- "
Eventually his annoyance turns into amusement, watching you wriggle like a worm on a hook. "Goddamnit, you're cute." A slow smirk spreads across his face looking down at you. "Makes me wanna do stuff to ya. Stuff ya like. Too bad you're so upset... woulda been a fun couple hours."
Thats, admittedly, makes you falter. Even give up. Fuck. Breathless, you stop your fighting and look up at him with big frustrated bambi eyes. "... what?"
"You heard me."
"I'm mad at you." He cant do this to you!! This isn't fair! He's an ass, and he deserves to be mad at for a while.
"I know, I know." The grin on his face spreads as he steps in closer to your body, now that you're not actively trying to get away from him anymore; he knows he's got you. You can feel his warmth against your skin through layers of clothes. "... but come on, that'll just make it more fun, right?"
"... " You part your lips to respond, agree with him or deny him some more even though you know you want to give in, when you realise his grip on you loosened. Your heartbeat immediately picks up and thank god he doesn't realise it because a moment later you're gone from his grip and storming off again.
This time you make it a mere 2 feet before he catches you again and drags you back right against him this time; smothering your laughter and his amused grin at your cheek with his mouth.
The kiss immediately destroys any last resolve you had for yourself and you ring your arms up around his neck; slipping your tongue into his mouth.
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chalterdh22 · 5 months
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Day 18: Wanda and Loki in Magic
Lee: Loki
Ler: Wanda/Scarlet Witch
Summary:  Wanda just wants a nice, quiet evening to herself, but Loki doesn’t seem to want that to happen.  In fact, he is making her life miserable.  Knowing all her powers and being told not to use them, how else can you take down a god?
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  This is also a means to torture someone.
Wanda had made so many great friends since “joining” the Avengers.  Although, she didn’t really consider herself one. She in fact loved her Vis and made some great friends.  One person she couldn’t stand though, was Loki……  He knew how to push her buttons, say comments that made her blood pressure sky rocket and on several occasions, almost got her in trouble with the group by using her powers on him to shut him up!  Fortunately, their meetings were few and far between.
On one particular day, Vision and she went to headquarters and Vis had to go with Stark to take care of something.  For once, there was no one else there, which actually made her comfortable.  She relaxed, picked up a random book, poured a glass of wine, and was just able to hang out and be “normal” for once.  Or so she thought.
In the midst of the wonderful silence she was enjoying, someone jumped out of nowhere and scared her half to death.  It was Loki, of course!  Ugh, she was thinking.  Go away. 
“Where is everyone at?  Did they go on some secret mission and leave you behind to watch the cat?” he asked, smirking, with his arms folded.  She was half tempted to completely ignore him, but she knew that wouldn’t last long.
“No,” she said calmly.  “Vis had some business to attend to with Tony.”
“So, they did leave you behind.  Hmm.”  She rolled her eyes and went back to her book.
“Oh, come on, you know you can’t ignore me forever, my love.  That reminds me, when will be going out on a date?  Now seem like a perfect time!”
“No thank you,” she growled.  “I’d rather be engulfed by fire.”
“Oooo.  Tempting, but no.  Not what I had in mind.” He leaned over on the couch and whispered in her ear.  She swung the book at him and missed of course, because he was a god and his reflexes where unbelievable.  How could she possibly ever get even with him from tormenting her?  She slumped back in the couch, seemingly defeated.
He sat down fully next to her, like right next to her, shoulder to shoulder.  She scooted away until she was at the other side of the couch where she couldn’t go any further.  He put an arm around her should and said, “This is nice.”  He was fully smiling at her, and she couldn’t move, or use her magic in the compound.  At least this is what she was told. 
Well, at least she wasn’t supposed to use her magic.  Again, she rolled her eyes, started to squirm, and said firmly, get off, and jabbed him the side of the ribs.  Not only did he jump back a good foot from her, but he also yelped and seemed a little off when she made contact with his side.  She slowly looked up at him and faced him head on.
“What was that?  I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, no, I uh, it just startled me is all.”  She was glaring at him.  And then, it just popped in her head.  Vis poked her quite often and it……… wait, did she just tickle him? 
“Loki,” she said with a serious look, “are you ticklish?”  She knew good and well though she couldn’t just reach out and grab him, because he would straight disappear.  So, before he could even say anything, she shot some red sparks from her hands, immobilizing him.
“What are you doing, Wanda?  You let me go this instant!”
“Really?  I’m surprised I haven’t done this sooner.  You are such a pain sometimes!  But now, I know your little secret.”  She leaned into his neck, so her breath was warm on him.  “You’re ticklish!”
“I am not!  How horrible of an accusation you have made, while I outta…….” And she silenced him immediately.
“That’s enough talking for you.  Let’s see, Vis and Tony won’t be home for at least a half hour.  And you want to spend time with me, I remember.  So, hmmm, how can we fill out time?  Definitely not with you talking!”  At this point, he was shaking his head, making all kinds of noise through his invisible gag and squirming to get his way out.
“Boy, it sure is good to be a witch sometimes.  Let’s see if I remember how to do this.  It’s been a while, so it might take me a few times to get it right!”  His eyes went wide when more red sparks came flying from her hands at his sides.  He let out a huge moan, almost like it hurt, but then she saw his shoulders shaking up and down and his eyes were squinting shut.  So, she struck him again, and again, and again, until he seemed like he couldn’t breathe properly.  She let the magic gag fall off now.
“How are you doing, oh god of mischief?”  He was breathing heavy, smiling from ear to ear, not that he wanted to.  He couldn’t help it.  He had really only been tickled like twice since he was so crafty and could disappear at will.  He never met a powerful witch like Wanda though.
“Ii-it’s inn your bbest interest to let me go go, nowww.”  He stuttered, barely getting the words out.
“Such tough words coming from someone who is completely under my control.  Now let’s see, where else can we test out I wonder? she said putting a finger to her mouth..
“I’m warning you, don’t.”
“Ooooh.  Scary.”  And just like that she shot more sparks, wrapping around his thighs and knees, squeezing over and over.  He was trying so hard not to laugh, so it came out more like yells and hard breaths.  He was also literally almost jumping out of the seat.  “Aww, aren’t you cute!”
“Stttoooooppp iittiittt ppuuuuhlleease!!!!”
“You said please, Loki!  Very good!”  So, she stopped, and he was laboring at this point, with his head hanging down.  She snuck up right in his face and made him jump, like she would reach out and touch him.
“Now, will you be a good boy and stop pestering me?  Or will this become a usual occurrence for us?”
Still breathing hard, he managed to whisper, “I’ll leave you alone, Wanda.  I swear.”
“Yeah, well I know how solid your word is Loki, but that will have to do for now.”  She sat back and removed her magical restraints.  Just then, Tony and Vision came walking in.
“Ah, look, it’s the two misfits getting along I see.”  Tony said walking in.
“Yeah, we were actually just having a nice conversation, weren’t we Loki?” she nudged him in the shoulder, and he glared at her.
“Yes, yes.  But unfortunately, I have to depart now.  Duty calls.”  He turned back to Wanda.  “I will see you later.  Thanks for the talk!”  And poof, he disappeared.
“What was that about, love?” Vis walked up to her and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Oh, nothing.  I think Loki just needed to relax a bit and I helped him with that.”
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Jealousy
Part 1
Vash can be labeled a flirt. This definitely makes having a secret crush on him sting when that attention especially is on someone else. More 1998 T.rigun setting, Gill gets jealous.
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It wasn't a nice feeling, jealousy. Watching someone she's in love with flirt with other women fills her with it. He's not some player, but he can be said to have a weakness for a pretty woman; complimenting and going as far as to bark when called, he enjoys flirting.
This particular woman was crossing a line. The way she leaned towards him was salacious. The slow drag of her fingers along his chest, the sultry grin she wore, and the alluring tilt of her head; none of it sat well with the bounty hunter. And what was the worst about watching this was watching Vash lean into it ! He was all sparkly eyed at her, looking as if he was definitely enjoying the attention.
From her table, too far to hear their voices given the crowded saloon, Gill watched with fingers wrinkling her dress's skirt. She had the simultaneous urge to walk to them and tell her off and then make sure he wouldn't chase more of the woman, and shameful reproach following each of those thoughts too; she has no place stopping him. What an awful friend that'd make her. 
She flinches. She is an awful friend huh? Thinking of getting in the way. It's like not his fault that she hasn't told him the way she feels about him, how deeply she loves him. 
She's convinced confessing would lead to rejection, but maybe that'd be preferable to watching him flirt; he's too kind to do it within her line of sight if he actually did know her thoughts. Then she wouldn't see him fawning for every pretty lady.
But she's too in love to confess it and hear his denial. Too in love to look away from his generous fawning.
Gill's fairly certain Vash never has actually gone further than fawning with somebody. Not when she's near. But it gives her an unsettled sort of sadness to see despite that.
She wants his attentions. Further than attentions, she craves the love of her closest companion. His gaze makes her tremble and yearn. 
Watching him watch another causes her to tremble for completely different reasons. It must show, because she sees Meryl side eyeing her; her friend knows her moods rather well. 
"This might drive me mad, Meryl." Gill sighs, allowing her head to lean and thud noislessly on the wood table she and the other girls sit at.
"Hey, it's nothing to worry about." Meryl tells her. "Vash is an oaf; he can't pull a woman."
"Except for you, of course." Milly chimes in. "Actually, I've heard a few people show interest in him. He's not somebody I'd say is my type, but he is a fairly attractive guy." Meryl kicks Milly's shin underneath the table, making her yelp; but then she does notice Gill's groan, muffled a little by the table. "Ah but of course you're the closest to him, they wouldn't stand a chance yknow !"
Meryl quickly tries to refocus the conversation to trying to pull Gill out of this little funk. "Point is, I'm sure he's not doing anything with her !" She frantically looks around, spotting Wolfwood nearby. "Wolfwood ! You were near them, right? You must've heard some of their talk."  
Wolfwood glances to them, raising an eyebrow before walking to their group. "Heard who talking?"
"Vash and that woman. What was their conversation about?" Meryl clarifies.
"Ah, those guys." Wolfwood thinks and shrugs. "Couldn't hear much of it. Said something about finding somewhere more private to talk. Maybe they're getting it on." He adds with a shit eating cheeky smile. Meryl smacks him in the chest. "Oof ! What was that about !" When Meryl just jerks her head he follows the movement to Gill, slumped on the dirty table in complete dejection. He winces just slightly. "Well, what I mean is, um, hey the guys definitely a virgin not like he's got the skills to seduce someone outta nowhere, yeah?"
"Why am I the only one here who's got any sort of actual tact?" Meryl sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Gill raises her head, dragging her hands across her face. "No, no, no, it's alright. Vash can do whatever he wants to. It's not like I have any justification to stop him from," she swallows. "Enjoying a night with someone he wants to take out, it wouldn't be right."
Wolfwood just scoffs. "Glad you're a bounty hunter; you definitely wouldn't cut it out there as an actress." Meryl stomps on his foot under the table. She ignores his cursing and groaning.
Meryl scoots her wooden chair a few inches, bringing herself closer. She leans forward, elbows on the small, round table. "Hey, listen now." Her voice is quiet, and she knows Meryl is doing her best to help her. "If you want my advice, jealousy can't get you that far. I know your reasons for not confessing, and I know I can't sway you on anything like that, I think you need a girls day. It's almost time to head to bed tonight; tomorrow we should head out and get your mind off of stupid guys."
Blond curtains of hair fall in Gill's vision, she chooses not to push them back. "That sounds good."
"Also besides," Milly adds. "We're not sure he likes this girl. Mr. Vash pays attention to anything the moves."
"Yeah, he has a tendency to." It makes secretly having a crush on him more taxing than it might be otherwise. "I know that he's not the type to pick random woman to seriously court, but it feels weird watching him play with anyone."
"Hm, I'd suggest asking. But, looks like he and the skirt are leaving." Wolfwood watches the door.
Gill swivels her neck, watching too the view of Vash guiding the woman outside. She deflates, emphasized by a pathetic groan. Ahe shields her face behind her knees, heels of her palms pressing behind them. A night out with a lady, and Vash hadn't said a word.
She's coaxed to her feet by Meryl. "It's hotel time. Come on, you should sleep a minute." And the four of them wander outside.
There's no Vash standing there. No gorgeous woman standing tall outside.
The night is well towards becoming dawn when she's back in her room in the hotel all of them are staying in. Meryl and Milly sleep comfortably in another bed. Great as a couple hours of shut eye seems, that's not what Gill finds; she feels her head leaned on the wall behind her, hugging her knees on her bed. The room next to her's is where Wolfwood and Vash are bunked together. She heard the sound of wolfwood settling in a while ago. She heard no greeting when he entered. She's heard no one new come in. She's heard no footsteps in the hallway. Nearly dawn, but she hasn't heard Vash. The stampede isn't at this hotel tonight.
Itd taken hours to fall asleep for the night earlier. Now, with the suns trecking across the sky above them, the girls gather in the lobby. 
Gill sighs, again. Her head nestles into the cushion of the couch, edging closer to stone than soft. Meryl and Milly chat, and Gill chimes in when her attention isn't all on the hallway or the door. She never heard Vash return during the night earlier. She couldn't hear anything that told her he was in his room after she woke. Ignoring how she could hear Wolfwood moving about the room, she ponders if just maybe these walls are thicker than she'd first had thought. Perhaps he came back after she had dozed off.
Then she spots Wolfwood, yawning loudly as he walks out into the lobby. He lumbers to the unoccupied couch and drops onto the cushion. "Good morning, girls." He raises a hand in greeting.
Gill can't help herself but notice that Vash hasn't walked out as well. Her eyes flick back to the hallway then back to her friend. The other girls greet him back. "Good morning." She says. She is proud she can wait about six seconds before adding after. "Did Vash come back yesterday?"
Wolfwood slides his gaze to land on her. He raises an eyebrow with a knowing look she wants to rub off him. "Yeah, he did." He watches her shoulders fall in vast relief. "Though, it was only a couple of hours ago. Tried sneaking in."
She's glad he came back. The idea that he snuck in hours after everyone had fallen asleep for the night did unsettle her. She couldn't help imagining what he had been doing during the night that kept him away.
That's when the object of her obsession emerges. His hair is extra mused, he must've only slept a couple hours. He walks into the lobby but she realizes he's already heading out of the hotel. "Hey, Vash !" Her voice leaves without stopping to think, she calls to him because she can't bear to see him just walk out without saying anything to them, though mostly herself. She gets off the couch, walking towards him.
Does she hallucinate the way he cringes? He pivots and smiles to her. But his eyes flickered towards the door; he does want to leave quick. "Hey, Gill, good morning !" What made him return hours ago just to leave immediately without greeting his companions?
She feels like she's about to trip standing in a single spot. "Where are you going now?" She tries to not sound as if she's accusing him; because she's not she just feels like she's going crazy.
He's not locking eyes. Whenever they talk Vash almost always makes profound eye contact with her; it makes her feel as if his mere presence could swallow her whole. It makes her never able to look away. He makes eye contact across campfires, in crowded places, in comfortable silences; his eyes feel like her haven. Right then, he wouldn't let her see them. "Just, um, out?" It's more question than a response.
She frowns, and he sees that and tenses. He looks a bit nervous; his head is fully turned from her. "Want company? If you're just taking a walk?" That's what they do. Whenever they're together as traveling companions, they rarely are separated. Asking to go out together isn't uncommon.
He squeaks. "Uh, no, thats not necessary ! I'm just stretching these legs !" He kicks out his legs in a strange bit of movement. Quickly he lets words just drop out of him in a waterfall. He continues without giving any opportunity for any responses. "Yup be back later gotta head out not that I'm heading anywhere talk later see you guys, later !" And he's using those deft legs to be out the door already.
Gill feels steel weights settle onto her, arms limp at her sides. He's obviously doing something. Her mind turns wicked and takes her theorizing towards the woman from the saloon hours ago.
Meryl sighs, standing. Her clicking heels indicate her walking to Gill. "I think that girls day is calling for us."
It is a lovely day for walking in town. Their small group meanders by shops; the four of them, girls day does also include Wolfwood, have no goal but getting Gill to somehow quit thinking of Vash and new ladies.
The shops are fairly modest. They hold nice looking items at decent prices and it makes for interesting shopping. Gill starts finding herself getting swept into the outing, sun kissed hair a deep blue gazes never quite leaving her thoughts. She does enjoy herself, though. Just that her friends want to ease her funk makes her happy. 
They chat of mindless topics. Little tidbits and banter fuel their conversations. There's never a drought in interesting subjects when they talk.
A dress shop stands amidst the various buildings; it was a store they'd walked by yesterday already. Then, they'd taken a glimpse inside and just laid eyes on the remarkably well produced outfits they held. They had a variety of styles and accessories to pair with them. It was the kind of shop she particularly enjoyed.
"Hey, isn't this where they had that dress you'd been eyeing before?" Milly asked her. She was right; Gill had spotted a particularly tempting dress here. Purple with a nice, soft looking fabric; it's skirt flared out under a bodice that stuck to the torso and accents of pale pink added emphasis. Milly continued then. "Huh, it'd been in the window, yeah? I can't see it right now." She looked to a dress less manquin where the dress had sat.
The shopkeeper happened to come outside and overheard. "Ah, sorry, dears; sold that dress earlier. Some blond guy and a lady; hadn't taken him for someone with an eye for fashion, though I guess that red coat wasn't too shabby if a little torn, but his companion sure did seem it." He chuckled to himself. "Anyway, we've got some similar ones if you wanted to look inside too."
It would've been more polite to thank him and perhaps actually look. However, Gill was simply stuck on who he'd said purchased that dress. A blonde man. A red coat. A fashionista companion. Had Vash come here with that woman? Had he bought her that beautiful dress as a present to her? Was it a date he'd run off on with her?
Meryl remembered manners faster than Gill managed. "Thank you, sir; we’re good." As the man shrugged and walked back inside of his shop, Meryl guided her friend away. "Listen, there's plenty of blonde idiots running around. I doubt it was our idiot."
"You think?" Milly said, clueless. "What a coincidence this man also was wearing a red coat like Mr. Vash."
She was swiftly quieted by Meryl, but Gill simply sighed. She knew it was Vash.
She started wandering away. "Excuse me a bit, yall." She said, walking a distance aways to a semi secluded spot at the entrance to an alley.
A few seconds, soft, slow footsteps let her know Meryl followed her. She approached the spot Gill leaned back on, shaded by cool shadows above. "Hey." She started, a little unsure. Meryl did best as an academic but sometimes faltered with more social things. "It's alright."
Gill blew out a soft breath. "He bought it with that woman." 
Meryl frowned, coming beside her. She waited a few seconds, probably trying to figure out what to say. "Sorry; I guess I'm not doing great at girls day and distracting you from him."
Gill shook her head. "You're doing good, Meryl. I mean it, girls day is making me happy. You know it's nothing simple to make me forget about him."
Meryl huffed. "I definitely do." She turned her head to regard Gill, looking like she wanted to say more.
Making a lazy motion of her hand, Gill prompted Meryl to speak. "You can say whatever you'd like."
Chewing her cheek, Meryl took a few seconds to continue. "I've never felt the way you do for Vash. Not as intensely, anyway. And I know you can't control who you fall for, but is it worth it? Loving him and watching him constantly flirting with anything that moves, all while not saying anything to him?"
The dirt seemed to draw Gill's gaze. She was quiet for a few glaring seconds. "It always is." She says, voice soft. "I can't find any part of myself that would wish to get rid of these feelings. I know that Vash is a tricky man, always running from himself as much as anything but I just can't not be in love either. He's precious to me; anything I can do to be near him is worth it. Feeling jealous is just part of that for me."
Meryl sighs, tilting her head to lean it back on the cool wall. "I know." The question was obvious. "But, you are upset." It's unmistakable.
Gill again stays silent; then, her fists ball and press their heels into her closed eyes. "I feel awful for getting jealous. He and I are not a couple, and we're not any closer to it than yesterday. I can't claim him in that way right now. It's selfish for me to feel possessive of somebody like Vash. If he wants to become close to someone and to fall for them I should encourage him as a friend but the slightest idea of it fills me with disgust. I'm such a terrible traveling companion." Tears well and drip from behind her hands. She wants to encourage him. In this way though, she can not support her precious partner.
Meryl knew how much her friend adored her crush. To her, a woman living behind her desk, her papers, and her mind, matters of romance were not her favorite. But Gill was ruled by passion. She loves and she fuels herself on that intensity. Everyday since she’d met him, Meryl knows one man has held her precious emotions in his dumb hands. “You are not. You’re just jealous everyone gets that way now and then, you know. You’re tough, and you’re beautiful, and you’re impressive; nobody I know is the same as you. He’s likely just going to back away from her. Like you just said, he can’t yet make himself stay in place for five little seconds.”
“Yeah, I realize.” Gill sucks her lip. Her waterworks dry along her cheeks. “Should Vash decide to date someone else, though, I wonder if I could stand to travel with either of them.” She smiles. “Thank you, Meryl, for talking to me, always.”
Meryl smiles too. “Anything for the person who makes my job easier.” She lightly jokes, poking at her.
That draws a chuckle out. “Well, I am an expert Vash handler.”
“Better than anyone.” Meryle snickers along.
They stand there quietly together, shoulders bumping into each other. From within the building next door, they hear voices shout; as they both look, a figure is seen within the window, and then crashes out the window. In a splash of broken glass, Vash flies out onto his back right before the girls.
“Vash !?” Gill squeaks, freezing.
He groans, blinking the blur from his eyes. His stare is drawn to Gill. Though he was just knocked out of a window, his face twists curiously at her. “Were you crying?” He asks quietly.
Someone yells nearby. “Get the humanoid typhoon boys, hurry !” A voice from the now destroyed window; several men appear in the cracked frames.
Vash is quick scurrying on to his feet. One hand grabs each girl, and he drags them both around the nearest corner making them scramble as well. The second they’re around it, a flurry of shots follow.
“Vash, who’re they?” Gill spins, attention split listening for his attackers and searching him too.
Vash looks flustered. His neck cranes about, making sure those guys aren’t following. “Um, well, right. I sorta met this woman.” He isn’t watching the twitch of Gill’s lips. “She told me she’s been coerced by these men, and asked me to help protect her a bit. Uh, the men found her, and me, and now they’re pissed. She’s safe. I’m gonna run !” He spots those guys, skidding around the corner with pistols aimed his way. 
“What?” Meryl just cocks her head. Mentally, she drafts her newest report.
Vash runs off, the men not paying the two women any attention while focused just on him. The party crashes their way along the street. Scandalized voices pursue them.
For a minute, the girls are simply staring behind those guys. Gill turns, not speaking, and drops her hands onto Meryl’s shoulders letting herself deflate with a sigh like a weight was lifted. It wasn’t a date; the selfless outlaw was bodyguarding that woman. Then, she removes her pistols and pivots to help her companion not get snatched.
“And those guys were forcing her to do stuff and she couldn’t get them to leave, which is why she saw you and got you alone to request your assistance; but not wanting them to figure out she got herself help, she asked you not to tell anybody which is why you’d been acting odd?” Gill clarified, the campfire pleasantly giving off it’s smokey smell and lighting the two of them where they sat nearby.
Vash nods. “Yup, basically it. Ah, was I that odd?” He seems sheepish, rubbing his neck.
Gill looses a low breath. She’s extremely satisfied hearing Vash say he was only helping her. Now she can definitely see there’s no deeper motivations. His flirting stopped at that bar. The woman had thoroughly thanked him, relieved when he managed to take out that gang and trying to find a way to repay him; but she too hadn’t seemed to actually be interested in him aside from her gratitude either. Vash obviously wouldn’t allow her to do anything. Now, she feels sort of dumb, allowing jealousy to overtake her feelings, but she hadn’t been able to temper it. “Just sort of.” She shakes her head with a grin.
Something nags in her thoughts, though. Her hands fiddle subtly. 
Vash spots the hesitation. “Something bugging ya?”
“Ah, just, uh, a question.” She cough, shifting in place some. “We wandered by that one dress shop, and heard you bought that neat dress from them. You’re not a dress kinda guy, I was just curious what you got it for.” Ugh, this feels awkward, she shouldn’t pry but she has to ask him it.
Vash stares for a couple seconds, then his eyes fly wide open and he makes a high noise. “I almost forgot !” He yells out; spinning at his waist, he reaches back into his bag and searches inside to pull out a wrapped brown package. He presents the parcel towards her. “Here, open it.”
Slowly, somewhat unsure, she takes the package. Peeling away the paper, she peeks inside it. Lovely purple cloth greets her. “Did you buy the dress just for me?” She breathes, surprised.
He flushes. “Saw you eyeing it. I could tell it’d look amazing on you too.” He looks away, appearing just a bit adorably shy.
Gill feels something stir within herself. She’d been sure he’d gotten this dress to gift to someone, but she hadn’t considered he’d bought it only for her. Her expression shifts into a big smile. Setting the dress safely aside, she leaps at Vash and throws her arms onto him, wrapping him in a giggly, loving hug. “Thank you, Vash.” She whispers into the crook of his warm throat.
He carefully kept both of them steady. Then, surprised expression becoming incredibly gentle, returns the embrace. “Yeah, for sure, anything for my favorite girl, always.”
The air is cool. Pleasant, night chills settle inside the bedroom, yet Vash feels comfortably warm. Because he has his wife, securely cuddled on his chest held into his side. His right arm tucks under her and wraps around to rub her back in slow caresses. Gill’s asleep for the night, cute breaths fanning along the exposed neckline of his loose tanktop. Vash stares at the ceiling, other arm propped behind his head. It’s not restless but just not yet tired enough to sleep also.
Why that memory came to him, he’s not positive; he remembers her feelings, though. He'd experienced Gill’s memories, witnessed all the occasions he’d made her feel jealous with his behavior. Definitely not anything he’d wanted, and he’s repeatedly pinched himself for being too dumb to not realize. But, she’s wiped any bitter feelings away; but actually he already knows she’d never felt bitter, she’d already forgiven it. He’s relieved, and now he thinks it’s silly either of them felt that way. 
He turns his head, lips brushing her hair while he smiled lovingly at Gill. His hand drifted lower, knuckles brushing the soft curve of her belly, just beginning to show their first baby. Jealousy was unnecessary, he was certain; since he knew, in any universe, in any place, the only person for him is her.
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whats up gamers it is wip wednesday. chapter 11 time... who IS chai anyway? like yeah he's a cocky, confident little guy who wants to be a rockstar, but uh. where'd this guy even come from? its like he just appeared outta nowhere sometimes
The air condition whirred in the clean, dimly lit hospital room. Fingers lightly tapping laptop keys interrupted the occasional monitor beeping, and the soft clicking of a bored 808’s tail.
After some well-needed rest (3 hours is probably enough), Peppermint had decided to visit Chai, and had been planning and throwing some things together.
First, things first, she wanted to make sure Chai’s mom got her damn car back.
Peppermint guessed it would still be in the on-shore parking garage, since he had never bothered to go back for it to leave. So, she had gotten in touch with the parking lot employees on-shore. After asking for (she didn't, she just needed to call them to establish an entry point) and processing through crap-tons of entry registers from around Chai’s arrival, she had found his ticket in.
With Roxanne’s authorization, they could pull out his mother’s car from parking, and… have it towed to her… house?
"Wait," Peppermint paused, squinting at her bulky gaming laptop she had 808 bring her to the hospital. Even if they have the ability to tow the car, “...Where the hell are we even going to tow it to?” Confusion pooled in her face.
Better question: …Where the hell did Chai even *live* before he came here?
Because, she’s just now realizing that he hasn’t talked about his homelife at *all* before coming to Vandelay. Even with the two stories he told, the information given was kind of vague as a simple, cheeky retelling of events. Probably on purpose.
Sighing, Peppermint shifted her weight on the hospital bed, crossing her legs. She looked behind her shoulder at him, speaking quietly, "Y'know, this would be a lot easier if you helped out a little, Chai."
She tilted her head at him, as if he would reply, "You wouldn’t happen to know her number, would you?"
He continued sleeping beneath the thin, heavy blanket, not offering much more of a response than a muffled rock tune shuffling onto his player. She recognized the song’s riff, and rolled her eyes with fondness. Hilarious, Chai. She doubts getting her phone number would be that easy.
She couldn’t really ask him anyway, he'd be knocked out for a few days, at the very least. The repairs on his power unit and arm replacement were remarkably easy, but Chai still had to be given, like, two different pain medicines for everything else.
Before Peppermint came back after a hot nap to visit him in his room, he apparently kept suddenly waking up to have a bad coughing fit, before slumping back down into bed. He had caught a nasty fever from either his core heating up so much, or catching something from diving into freezing ocean water; likely both. That, and his body was weak from the completely one-sided battle.
Looking at him now, though, he was just resting with a clammy face. Peppermint was relieved to see he seemed a bit better now; at least physically. The hospital staff said Chai would be knocked out for a long while as he recovers and cools down, but he could still be visited, at least.
But the matter still stands of where the hell he even lives… She decides it might be a good idea to ask around.
Clicking open her messages, and ignoring how many she's missed from the IT department for now, Peppermint figures she should start with the band.
Surely one of them has an idea on where he lives. She clicks open their group chat:
7:53 AM.
p:3ppermint: guys, i have a question
K_Orsica: Sure, go ahead.
K_Orsica: Wait. Rock.
CNMN#0001: Paper! 📄
p:3ppermint: scissors
Macarooooooooooooooooooooon: Alright, shoot.
Macarooooooooooooooooooooon: Wait. <:(
CNMN#0001: I suggest working on additional greetings, Sir Macaron!
p:3ppermint: sorry mac you make it easy
p:3ppermint: ok before i ask, are you guys at work rn or should i do some more digging and ask later
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lumiereandcogsworth · 6 months
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How do Belle and Adam cheer each other up when one is dragging?
i’ve answered a very similar question, how do they Comfort each other, so i’ll link that here - but this is a bit different!! how do they Cheer Each Other Up!!
one of the first things belle fell in love with about adam is his humor. she thinks he’s SO funny oh my gosh. have you seen those two interact? like belle i dare you to not laugh at everything he says. she is SMITTEN. but anyway, my point is, adam knows exactly how to make her laugh. so i think when she’s having a low sort of day, he’ll do his best to make some subtle sarcastic remarks, often at his own expense or at something he knows she’d find funny, and 9 times outta 10 it will indeed brighten her mood.
adam also knows that above all else, belle is a doer. so if she’s fallen into a slump, what she needs most is to get pulled out of it and launched into some activity or project. so often times, he suggests they go for a walk or horseback ride - or he asks how her projects in the workshop are going, which usually either leads to her infodumping or just taking him to show him what she’s been working on.
when adam is feeling down, belle usually has to try a few different things. adam is very prone to isolating (hashtag lonely childhood!!) so she usually has to figure out a way to get him to open up in the most gentle way possible. (she learned from very early in their marriage that you cannot just simply Ask him what’s wrong. he’ll close up instantly and argue instead and it leads nowhere.) (which still happens sometimes throughout their marriage of course.)
adam often forgets to eat (a combo of depression & autism, in my headcanon world) and he also doesn’t generally get a lot of sleep because he’s a night owl + gets nightmares + still wakes up early to work/be a parent. so she usually tries the routes of saying she’s hungry and she’s going to get some food for them. not really giving him a chance to refute it, just simply bringing a tray of food for the both of them. he’ll usually start snacking on it with her and he may start opening up about his troubles. OR if he’s tired, it’s a similar strategy where she says she needs to lie down and asks if he’ll lay with her. (or later when they have kiddos, she often suggests he join them in their naps (and the kiddos get real excited when they get to nap with papa in the big bed, so he can hardly refuse it)) that one usually just recharges him and makes him less grumpy than he was (he of course denied being grumpy in the first place though.)
what adam usually needs is time. sometimes he does need to be alone, so belle gives him that. sometimes he just needs her in the room so he feels less alone. sometimes he just needs to take a break and sit with her and read together for a little while, or get some fresh air on a walk or ride. his emotions and needs are a lot more sporadic and difficult to identify, because he was so closed off for so long, (and because he’s autistic), but belle is his person, so however it ends up happening, he’ll usually get cheered up by her by the end of the day.
in extreme cases, a weekend in paris is usually their go-to for cheering up when they’ve fallen into a slump. run away to paris, see a show, dine-out, dance in a ballroom - ah the life of royalty.
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Oasis
Notes: As of me writing this (between episodes 4 & 5 airing), I've been feeling that there isn't enough talk about how complex it must be for Marc, a Jew, to be the avatar of an Egyptian deity, either in the fandom or on the show. You can decide if you want Layla to exist or not, where you want this to be in Marc's timeline, etc.
Warnings: slight angst, reader sticks her foot in her mouth, this was written stream of consciousness and is not my best work
Pairings: Marc Spector x Jewish Wife!Reader
Word Count: 747
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Cairo is like an oven. It's beautiful in a way unlike most other places you and Marc have been - the old and the new walk hand in hand here, shimmering skyscrapers and ancient pyramids, and the two of you.
You look at Marc from across the room where he's sitting on the bed, slumped over with a bottle of liquor in his fist, then back out the window. You can almost make out the head of the Sphinx over the lines and lines of roofs, and it seems strange to you that you both find shelter in this land, that Egypt exists as an oasis in the desert of the world when such a thing would have made your ancestors weep.
It's almost Pesach and Marc is serving out justice for a god who served your ancestor's oppressors. He lives by the might and grace of a pagan diety, and it shouldn't be possible because since when do gods and demons and beings like Hashem actually exist? But they do exist. Because you've seen the way Marc shifts in the moonlight, the way he's consumed by Khonshu's powers and he's no longer just a rabbi's son, but a vessel for the man in the moon who speaks the tongue of pharoahs and slavers.
"Do you ever think it's weird?" you ask as the wind blows off the Nile and stirs the curtains. "That you serve Khonshu?"
You hear the bed shift under his weight and the liquor slosh in the bottle. "What do you think?"
"I don't mean, like, because you should be dead." It's a little harsh, maybe, but there's too much pressing on your mind to make you pull your punches. "I mean, because of who we are. Because of where we come from."
Marc stays quiet, but you can feel his eyes on you.
"Sometimes I feel like we ought to be chased out of the synagogue, like we lost the right to call it ours the moment we struck a bargain with Khonshu."
"You weren't the one who made that bargain."
You turn again and fix him with a look he's seen a million times, a look that melts him like it always does. Your feet carry you across lukewarm tiles, you drop to your knees between his thighs, and you push the alcohol away so he can see you clearly. His magen david glints in the divit between his collarbones and even though he looks like a wreck, you think he's beautiful.
"I made a bargain of sorts with you, though. The day we stood under that canopy together. And everything I promised you then I promise you now, and nothing could ever change that, Marc." He lets you take his face in your hands and tilt his chin down until he can look into your eyes and nowhere else. "Any bargain you make is mine by default. 'Cause I love you. I'm your Ruth, your Jonathan, your beloved just like you are mine."
He lifts his eyebrows at you. "You think I should be chased outta church, huh?"
You shrug. "Only if I get chased out with you." You lean in and press a kiss to his lips, still wet with whiskey. "I'm sorry if I stuck my foot in my mouth. Again. I just, I keep thinking about Pesach and how we're in Egypt and we're desperate to be here because, of all places, it's the safest we can get and there's Khonshu and it's-."
"I know," he sighs. "I know. It feels wrong sometimes. Being Khonshu's avatar. I almost wanna shoot myself for it, y'know? When I get all in my head and shit."
"I hope you don't regret it. Even if it means we're shitty Jews."
That makes Marc frown. "Don't you?" he asks. "Don't you wish I'd never said yes?"
It stuns you that he even has to ask. Because of course not. How could you ever regret that day, as awful as it was? "Baby, no," your murmur honey sweet against his lips. "Of course not. If you hadn't said yes, I would've lost you."
There's an unspoken "Don't you wish you had?" that buzzes between you, and you know he's had a little too much booze and a little too much time to reminisce on what might have been.
"I'm sorry," you whisper. "C'mere. C'mere, let me hold you. I love you, Marc. Always. Avatar or not, good Jew or bad Jew, I love you."
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yourpanwithaplan · 1 year
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Group Project (3/5)
Hamilton's P.O.V.
      I groaned banging on the door. "LAF, LET US OUT!" "Non." I groaned running a hand through my hair, 'what an asshole,' I thought. "Hamilton, save me some grief and just agree to talk about atomic reactions ok?" Jefferson said. "Absolutely not. If I could, I'd cause you grief every single day for the rest of your life!" I told him.
      "That's a nice sentiment, but we ought to get this done, Hamilton. I have a class this afternoon that I can't miss," Jefferson said. "You might as well call me Alexander seeing as we're going to be best friends by the time this is over. At least that's what Laf wants," I tell him. Jefferson walks over to me and extends his hand diplomatically.
      "Alexander, I'm Thomas... it is with great displeasure I meet you here today," He said gritting his teeth. I shook his hand. "I have equal sentiments about meeting you, Thomas." He pulled his hand away wiping it on his pants. "Now then, we either need to agree on a new topic completely or work on a video about atomic reactions," Thomas said.
      "You must be outta your goddamn mind if you think I'm making a video using your script." "Great! Back to the drawing board then," Thomas said slumping back down on the futon. "Well then, I suppose we could do chemical reactions, rules for conducting a scientific study, scientific procedure..." Thomas began listing off topics. 
      "If I have to pick from your list, I'd say the least miserable topic will be scientific procedures in the lab." "Wonderful," Thomas clapped his hands together. "I'll just write a script, and then we can film," Thomas proceeded. "Absolutely not! I will not be reading your damn script. Let me write it, and I'll be done in ten minutes." "Not everything is about speed, Alexander, quality matters too." "That's what she said," I blurted.
      Thomas rolled his eyes. "Crude jokes aside, is there somewhere I can plug in my laptop?" "You don't need to because I'm going to write it. I'll be done in half the time with double the quality of your work," I said sitting at my writing desk. 
      "Fine! You write it. I'll watch and edit as you go because I don't trust work from someone who has English as their second language," Thomas bites. "You absolute dumbass. Nevis' goddamn official language is English! I've been speaking English since I was born just like you, dumbfuck! Besides, isn't your degree foreign countries and policies? Shouldn't you of all people know that?!" I said absolutely livid.
      "Well, as a foreign countries major, I also know that despite English being the national language, most people speak a local dialect as their first language instead of English. It's commonly referred to as Nevisian." "It's not very common anymore. Most people who speak it either live in the middle of nowhere on farms as old as 1800 or people who are very elderly, but even now most elderly people speak both," I informed Thomas.
     "So, do you speak Nevisian? " Thomas asked, clearly not aware of when to stop talking about a subject. "Of course I do, but not well. Enough to hold a conversation with the elderly or people from out of town, but I can only give directions and hold an extremely basic conversation. It's only my second language, after all," I explained. Thomas seemed content to drop the conversation with that answer.
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livio-doublefang · 11 months
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✟ ― They both got outta there alive by some miracle. Alive and in one piece... For the most part. Pretty sure they should have been cut into a million pieces. But they were alive, Livio's alive, and that's all that matters. They hobble out of there like two kicked-puppies licking their wounds, and once they're at a safe distance, Nicholas finally lets his legs give out and have his weight slump against his brother.
Damn he needs a smoke. His body is itching for a hit of nicotine after all that.
He lets Livio cry against him. Just as he always does. Propping his back against a wall, he lets him cry and sob into his chest while placing a gentle hand on the back of his head.
He's never actually told Livio off to stop crying. Even back when they were living at the orphanage. Nico would often just sit there with him to wait it out, allowing Livio to just let it all out until the little sobs that wracked his body would die down and all his tears would run out. He's allowed to cry. He's allowed to feel what he feels.
As he listens to Livio's broken incoherent words, Wolfwood can't help but think back on Knives. Something had stayed his hand from finishing them both off. He's pretty sure the man was more cold blooded than he was merciful. So what stopped him? There was that look on his face too.
Wolfwood doesn't wanna dwell on it too much. He's just thankful that the two of them could live for another day.
" You're the fuckin idiot, " Wolfwood sighed while giving Livio a bonk on the head. It was out of affection. Despite bein' all beat up, he's back to his old funny self. " What the hell did I say? I told ya to not stay too close to that asshole! "
He doesn't actually hold this against Livio.
Grumbling, he fishes out a cigarette from inside his coat and clamps it on his lips. He's still lost a lot of blood, despite taking a vial of regeneration serum. It's gunna take a while for his body to replenish all that. Now all Wolfwood wants to do is to sleep for the next hundred years till next Tuesday. @wolfcross
He lived up to the name Crybaby Livio. For a man tainted in pools of blood, he had the tears just as vast and deep. He almost lost the one person who was precocious to him. Almost lost the very man he left a normal life for...
It wasn't long though till his crying and sobbing began to wane, leaving him slumped there, holding his brother with that same sad puppy expression, big round golden eyes wet and puffy from his crying session. He hugged his brother tighter, terrified to let him go ever again. Never again..
With the bonk to the head, the ex-assassin whined, sniffling and bowing his head like a shamed puppy. "I-I...I'm sorry." He squeaked out, rubbing at his teary face as he said that.
"..I almost got y-you killed. I-...I will find a way to atone for my transgression. I promise."
He'd start by helping his brother up and on his back in a firemans carry. He was built for speed and to be agile but that didn't mean he couldn't lift his brother in his time of need. He hissed though, stumbling slightly as he put too much pressure on a wounded leg. He hadn't gotten out of that totally unharmed, the blood seeping from his thigh and down his pantleg a clear indication his healing factor was shot. They were both totally drained of power. He'd suffer through it.. He had to get Nicho somewhere safe.
"....I have a hideout the Eye gave me for between missions. We'll be safe there. You can r-rest big brother." With a pained shaky breath, he blinked away the rest of his tears and began their long track away. It was the least he could do. A warm bath and clean clothes sounded heavenly right about now. He could patch them up while he was at it too.
Once inside the cabin in the middle of nowhere did he set to work. He sat Nicho down on the bed before limping his way to the medkit nearby. "You're staying here till I can get you back on your feet. No buts. I have a pack of your favorite cigs for you, if you don't protest about it."
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CW: previous chapter | beginning | masterlist
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Garry Roy clicked the butt-end of a pen against his cheek, staring at the monitor absentmindedly. He chewed on his bottom lip, eyes occasionally darting at the black phone screen on the desk.
With a low sigh, Garry reaches for the phone and unlocks it, sloppily punching in the numbers and putting it up to his ear to ring.
After the fifth try, he almost throws the thing back onto the desk, setting his head in his hand. “Damn it. Old hag.” Then he starts bouncing the clicker on the pen on the metal, staring again into the monitor.
“You okay in there, Roy?” Chief Kepler called from outside the office.
Sometimes he forgot they’d installed glass walls/doors for people to look in. Said police couldn’t have any secrets.
“Fine,” he replied a little too gruffly.
As fine as having your kid go missing could reasonably be. A kid with police training who got caught up in their mother’s mess.
Garry rubbed his eyes, hitting the call button on the phone again and hitting speaker, to no avail. He tried to look at anything but the report on the screen, the one he’d written up himself about his own damn kid.
“Where the hell d’ya go, Al?” he whispers, slumping over further in the chair.
He shouldn’t have waited half a month. He should have just called Urban, should’ve called Amaterasu sooner than he had.
After a long pause, Garry uploaded a file into the empty space where it was meant to be on the report. The clearest photo with just Alph they had—kid always took pictures exclusively with others—their senior photo.
Alph had spent so much time arguing with the school to let them pick one with Urban in it, one that wasn’t a joke. School (and Urban) had insisted on a serious one though. And like hell was Garry about to put… they called it a meme, right? on a missing persons file. Which meant Alph was resting, smiling, against their first motorcycle. Garry still remembered the jokes they’d tried to crack for an honest grin. In the end, it was just letting Urban smile disappointedly, shaking his head, that got them there.
The glass door cracked open, Kepler strolling in with his arms crossed, nodding at the computer. “You’re free to go home. I’ll finish it.”
“I still got a whole day of work ahead of,”
“Non-negotiable. You got a little boy at home yet to take care of. We’ll call you if we need ya. Get outta here.”
Garry’s mouth pulls taut, slowly rising from the chair and pocketing the phone. “You’re sure?”
“If I say it’s an order as your chief rather than a worried friend, does it help?”
He responds with only a grumble.
“We’re all worried about your kid, Roy. Whatever mess they’ve gotten themselves into, whoever pulled them in’s coming out fucked up.”
“Encouraging violence?”
Kepler only shrugs. “Some people deserve it.”
Damn straight, Garry thinks, mind drifting to Amaterasu again.
“Seriously, get outta here. Go home. Take the little guy out for ice cream. Just get your mind off of this. Your job is being a father right now, not a cop.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Garry groans. “I’m leavin’.”
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Upon seeing Alph’s truck gone from the lot, Garry had made a mad dash to the elevator, finger jabbing into the call button several times.
“Don’t make it come any faster.” Someone said from behind him.
���‘Kid called it a psychological trick once. Damn me if I don’t wanna believe it right about now.”
The guy snickered lightheartedly. “Guess so.”
When the elevator doors pulled open, Garry had practically pried them the rest of the way just to get back into his apartment on the 34th floor a little bit faster. All the rooms had access to one set of security camera codes: the parking lot. To watch their cars without having to come up and down all the time. Alph had been a big advocator for it when the building had voted on it.
Damn was Garry lucky for it right about now.
“Ty?!”
“You’re home early!” Ty exclaimed, poking his head out from the game on the TV. Garry was just relieved Ty was still here.
“Al come home yet?”
“No. Hold on, Dad, I have a game to finish.”
“It’s okay, kiddo, I gotta check somethin’ really fast here.” He continued into his bedroom, pulling up the laptop with silent come on, come ons. He rummaged through one of the drawers, getting out the sticky note with the security login key.
Garry had to type it three separate times to get it right, clicking the keyboard too fast.
He didn’t know what he’d expected to see. Someone coming back and taking Alph’s truck out of spite or whatever nonsense, Alph coming back themselves for it, Amaterasu, or what. It definitely wasn’t Urban.
Garry licked his lips, taking in a deep breath. Knowing the guy, he’d return it and try to pretend he’d never taken it at all. Had probably been banking on Garry being at work yet. He’d just have to catch him when he came back with it.
“Dad!” Ty hollered from the other room. “You gonna pick up the other controller?”
Your job is being a father right now, not a cop.
He took the laptop back to the living room with him, and before he knew it, it was dark, and he saw Alph’s truck re-entering the lot. With Urban in it.
“I’ll be back,” Garry got up, patting Ty’s shoulder with the kid’s mumbled affirmation. “Don’t let my little character die.”
“Kill Reichler? The badass one that runs on walls and shit? Never.” Ty flashes a toothy grin before his focus returns to the game.
The luckiest part was that Urban focused so much on small details, they were still trying to park the truck the way it had been that morning to notice Garry’s car sitting there. Or Garry walking up, “Hey.”
Urban practically jumped hopping out from the driver’s seat. “Hi.”
“Where’s,” Garry had to think for a second to remember the name. “Where’s Raiden?” Urban’s mouth was agape, swallowing down hard. He said nothing, arms just falling limp to his sides and looking down at the concrete, shaking. A little gentler this time, “Where’s my kid?”
With tears stinging his eyes, “I don’t know.”
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stariousfalls · 2 years
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I arise from the dead again. xD Made a little spooky edit/amv with Gravity Falls and The Owl House! Gotta use my premiere pro...
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muffindaddystyles · 3 years
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Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?
MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS
Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.
She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.
The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.
The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.
If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.
She felt bad.
Stupidly bad.
Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.
Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.
Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.
It wasn’t a joke at all.
Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.
His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.
“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.
She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.
How could he!
She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.
Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.
But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.
Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.
“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.
“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.
Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.
Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.
He wanted to whip himself in head.
He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.
He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.
Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.
He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.
Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.
“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.
“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.
“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.
He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.
“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.
He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.
He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.
How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.
“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.
“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”
“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.
“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.
She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.
He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.
“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.
“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.
“You want me to help you relax?”
“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.
Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.
He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.
“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.
“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.
On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.
“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.
Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.
“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.
“Love you too, pup.”
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bokubyul · 2 years
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be my (only) love | part one
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🍄 pairing. suna rintarou x fem!reader
🍄 synopsis. it hasn't even been a month since your ex ended things between the two of you; and you come to find you've been replaced by none other than your 'best friend'. incredibly hurt and spiteful, you tell him you've been seeing someone, too.
🍄 genre. angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, childhood friends to lovers, fake dating, high school!au
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🍄 a song for a series. only by leehi
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🍄from me to you. i'm a big fat fan of fake dating and i recently finished 'adult trainee', so yeah. heck yeah i'm gonna do this.
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SUNA sits at the edge of the old leather couch, hunched over with his knees knocked apart and hands folded together. He furrows his brows, a thoughtful hum leaves him.
Your plea rings across the night air like carillon bells; heavy and loud, and with every intent to be heard. How long has it been? You aren't entirely sure. But you know its been long enough to warrant the shake in your knees as you keep yourself still as stone.
His eyes, lethargic and yearning, slowly peer up at you. He softens and leans back into the cushion of the couch, the coils creaking beneath him as he does.
"What do I get out of it?" His voice is hoarse as sandpaper. "And why me? Why d'ya have to say my name, huh? Outta everyone you know?"
You shrugged defensively. "I was put on the spot! I didn't even think I was gonna see 'em there anyway."
"Oh, definitely." He mocks, chuckling breathily. "You weren't expecting to see yer ex at the bakery he always goes to after class, especially with that 'best friend' of yers."
"Ex-best friend." You correct sharply.
He raises his hands to his side. "Look, all I'm sayin' is, yer real stupid for pulling shit like that."
"It's not my fault, yunno."
He scoffs and with a roll of his eyes mumbles, "Yeah, 'cause nothin's ever your fault, huh?"
Like a child (and though you do admit it isn't the best way to approach it), you stomp your foot and the whole treehouse shakes beneath the weight of it. Suna sniggers and mumbles another offhanded comment you'd much rather pretend you didn't hear.
"Look," you sigh, "are ya gonna help me or not?"
He sits up as his eyes narrow at you. "Ya haven't answered by question, idiot." You raise a brow. "What do I get out of it?"
You pout. Even with the lack of clarity from your best friend, it still sounds like a yes; and you didn't think you'd get this far. What could you give? What could he possibly want from you?
You groan; "Ugh, you think. I dunno."
Suna brays shortly and then shakes his head. "Yer the one askin' me for a stupid ass favor, and I've to think about it? Are ya mentally deficient?!"
"Why are you so mean to me?!"
"Because you make it too easy!"
You still. From the corner of your eye, you catch the street lamp flicker and for a moment panic floods through you.
You had slipped out of bed in the middle of the night after your mulling over your 'great plan'. Had your mom woken up and found you wandering around the streets or sneaking into the neighborhood treehouse again, she'd have your head.
Fortunately for you and your quaking heart, it was nothing more than just an obscure shadow made by the dwindling florescent glow of the lamplight. Your shoulders slump with ease and you sigh.
It's way too late into the night, and the conversation seems to be going nowhere. You rack your brain for anything Suna might like. You think of your room, all of your stuff, and then it hits you. Hard. Like an oncoming steam engine at full speed.
"SAORI KIMURA!" You blurt, causing Suna to flinch from his place on the couch. Your hands promptly fly to your mouth, remembering you where you are and what time it is. "Saori Kimura," you repeat in a whisper.
Suna pulls a face. "Yeah, my fuckin' idol. Whatta 'bout her?"
A mischievous smirk peels across your lips. "I got a signed photocard and I have her legitimate jacket."
Suna scoffs, folding his arms over his chest as if to guard himself from your lies. "Yeah right! I was over yer house for dinner last week. I didn't see shit in your room!"
"Ma got it last Tuesday night," you explain, "after she came back from her business trip."
"Lies!"
You groan and pull out your phone from your pocket, sifting through your pictures. You flip your phone to Suna, showing him a picture of a green and black sports jacket laying on your bed with the last name 'KIMURA' etched in huge bold letters across it.
His eyes widen in shock and his lips fall to an 'o' as he stumbles off the couch and onto his feet.
"Holy shit!" He exclaims. He grabs your phone and brings it close to his face, unable to believe the photo before him. "You really do have it! Why the heck didn't ya tell me earlier?!"
You shrug lazily and slip your phone back into your pocket.
"So, we got a deal or not?"
Suna's lips fall to a tight and thin line as he straightens his posture. He looks down at you, narrowing his weary eyes at you as he takes in a moment of silence; weighing, thinking, considering.
After a few moments of distant chirping of crickets and rustling of leaves, he finally speaks. "Alright."
"Yes! Than --"
"But ya gotta ask me," he playfully demands, cutting you off.
You jerk your head back. "Ask you?"
He nods. "Yup." He replies, popping the 'p'. "Ask me."
You clench your jaw.
"I already did ask you."
"Nah, that was a demand." He clarifies. "C'mon, ask me properly. I wanna feel special."
"You are so -" You run your hand through your hair and sigh deeply. "'Kay, Suna, will ya be my boyfriend?"
He frowns. Feigning disappointment. "That didn't feel sincere. Didn't make me feel special either."
"Suna."
"C'mon, ya gotta do better than that."
You throw your head back and groan. You hate him . Absolutely, without a shrivel of a doubt, hate him. If you could take back saying his name and say someone else's, you would. You so would - but you're stuck with him and there's no going back now.
You ease down to the floor, the wood moaning beneath you as prop yourself up on one knee. You (very hesitantly and oh-so-spitefully) take his hand in yours before peering up at him, batting your lashes.
"Suna Rintaro," you begin with the softest tone you can rip out from you, "will you please be my boyfriend?"
A familiar cheshire grin creeps across his pink lips. A familiar glint in his eyes that tell warn you like blaring sirens. But it's too late now.
"I thought you'd never ask."
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“it’s okay for relationships to end” | kuroo, suna, atsumu, osamu 
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a/n: i keep hearing the “it’s okay for relationships to end....not ours though” audio on tiktok and wondered how these boys would react to it 👀
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kuroo tetsuro 
╰ “tetsu,” you nudge his shoulder as you bring up your phone in selfie position. kuroo whirls around, sees your phone, and makes a boxy smile. you start the tiktok and the audio “it’s okay for relationships to end” plays 
kuroo’s smile slowly falls. his eyebrows silently taunts, oh really? you bite back a smile as the rest of the audio plays, “not ours though.” 
with a dramatic, heavy sigh, kuroo playfully nudges you in the ribs. “i already knew that was coming,” he smiles. “you wouldn’t end our relationship outta nowhere, who’ll drive you around and support your insatiable stomach?”
suna rintaro 
╰ “rin~” 
suna’s head falls onto your shoulder. “hm?” 
“i’m gonna do a tiktok,” you tell him with a small smile. he looks at you and nods on. 
“go ahead, i’ll watch.” 
you bring you phone up to capture him in the camera and the audio begins to play. “it’s okay for relationship to end”
suna blinks and mouths, but not ours though right before “not ours though” plays through your phone. 
you lower your phone and whirls around in surprise. “how’d you know?” you gasped. 
“i don’t live under a rock,” he rolls his eyes and gets comfortable on your shoulder. “you’d think i’d catch on after you do so many tiktok pranks on me.” his hand digs under the blankets and finds your hand without hesitation. 
you slump against your pillow. now that he’s caught on, it’s not gonna be fun anymore :’ 
(it’s okay, we’ll think of a really good one next time and prank the hell outta him >:) 
miya atsumu 
╰ “tsumu, i’m gonna do a tiktok” 
atsumu looks up from his phoen and smiles. “mkay, are you gonna post it? tag me in it too, baby.” 
you eagerly nod as you start the tiktok. “it’s okay for relationship to end,” blares out of your phone. 
atsumu pulls back and puts on a disgusted look. “you better be joking-” 
you grin. “not ours though.” you set your phone down and watches him process the audio. atsumu stills. 
“hngggh” he groans and slumps against you. “ur paying for this one.” with a strong grip, he pulls your waist close and starts poking your sides. 
“tsumu-” you attempt to bat his wiggling fingers away from your ticklish spots, but his grip is too strong. as your stifle laugh bursts out, he grins and leans onto of you. 
“i ~love~ you” atsumu gently says. when you blink in response, he furrows his eyebrows and places a long kiss on your forehead. “wanna hear you say it back” 
miya osamu 
╰ “‘samu~”
osamu throws a rice ball in his mouth and gulps it down. “hm?” he hums while carefully chewing. he walks over, leans against the kitchen countertop, and looks at you intently. 
“i wanna do a quick tiktok with you,” you tell him. osamu looks far off into the distance as if he’s in deep though as he chews. 
you already know he’s not gonna turn you down, so you bring your phone up. naturally, he does a small pose and waits for the audio to play. “it’s okay for relationship to end.” 
... osamu stops mid-chew and stares at you. you’re not telling me-
“not ours though.” 
... osamu shakes his head and walks away. 
“samu!” you slip off of the stool and catches him by the fridge. from the look he gives you, it’s obvious he’s not as amused as you are. 
“you play with my feeling too much, babe. not good for my health,” he quietly says as he searches the fridge for a box of tofu. “aha” he grabs the box out, closes the fridge door, and tilts his head at you. 
“y/n’s hobbies. number one, scare her/his/their boyfriend half to death,” he sarcastically says. 
“whaa, that’s not true,” you quip back with a grin. “i just wanted to see your reaction!” 
“why don’t you wanna see my reaction to ‘play this audio in front of the hottest guy ever’ or something, hmm?” 
you laugh. “i’ll keep that in mind.” 
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🥀🎵 📝 🌺 for whoever!
🥀- A few are Masrur, who is attractive and a good boy but I just can't fully see a relationship with, the Mystic Messenger characters who like I just haven't thought about as much, and Vanitas, who is like kinda hot but not someone I fully want to actually be with as a romantic partner. I do like all my crushes and would smooch.
🎵- More Vash !
Fallen Angel- Mitsunori Ikeda featuring Aimee B
I Got You, Honey- Ocie Elliot
I'll Follow You- Shinedown
📝- "Hey, it's nothing to worry about." Meryl tells her. "Vash is an oaf; he can't pull a woman."
"Except for you, of course." Milly chimes in. "Actually, I've heard a few people show interest in him. He's not somebody I'd say is my type, but he is a fairly attractive guy." Meryl kicks Milly's shin underneath the table, making her yelp; she does notice Gill's groan, muffled a little by the table. "Ah but of course you're the closest to him, they wouldn't stand a chance yknow !"
Meryl quickly tries to refocus the conversation to trying to pull Gill out of this little funk. "Point is, I'm sure he's not doing anything with her !" She frantically looks around, spotting Wolfwood nearby. "Wolfwood ! You were near them, right? You must've heard some of their talk."
Wolfwood glances to them, raising an eyebrow before walking to their group. "Heard who talking?"
"Vash and that woman. What was their conversation about?" Meryl clarifies.
"Ah, those guys." Wolfwood thinks and shrugs. "Couldn't hear much of it. Said something about finding somewhere more private to talk. Maybe they're getting it on." He adds with a shit eating cheeky smile. Meryl smacks him in the chest. "Oof ! What was that about !" When Meryl just jerks her head he follows the movement to Gill, slumped on the dirty table in complete dejection. He winces just slightly. "Well, what I mean is, um, hey the guys definitely a virgin not like he's got the skills to seduce someone outta nowhere, yeah?"
"Why am I the only one here who's got any sort of actual tact?" Meryl sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Gill raises her head, dragging her hands across her face. "No, no, no, it's alright. Vash can do whatever he wants to. It's not like I have any justification to stop him from," she swallows. "Enjoying a night with someone he wants to take out, it wouldn't be right."
Wolfwood just scoffs. "Glad you're a bounty hunter; you definitely wouldn't cut it out there as an actress."
Meryl stomps on his foot under the table. She ignores his cursing and groaning.
🌺- We cuddle in many different ways. Switching between who's little and big spoons, where we're cuddled together, etc; it's always warm, soft, and gentle. Vash loves petting her hair and Gill loves having her arms wrapped around his chest and they both love giving each other slow kisses while they cuddle.
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