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hedghost · 7 months

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maya le tissier | love languages

maya tells you she loves you in just about every way she can, all day, every day. she just doesn't say it in so many words. it takes you a while to catch on.

not enough maya appreciation on this app - enough is enough

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quality time

the empty bottle of wine stands sentry on the coffee table. you watch as the low glow of the tv reflects in the dregs left in your finished glasses. the volume is too low to hear what's being said, the show you were previously watching reduced to a steady background hum, but neither of you mind; you'd both stopped paying attention long ago.

you glance up from your book momentarily, your eyes flickering over the figure at the other end of the sofa. maya is similarly occupied; one hand softly tracing the words as she reads, the other absentmindedly tangling back and forth in mocha’s fur as he stretches across her feet. her hair hangs loose around her face, the lamp beside her casting her half in shadow and half in warm, orange light. mocha looks up at you, but maya doesn’t.

your attention shifts back to your book, and you settle back into familiarity. this nightly routine is one you love; the shared moment of respite from your busy schedules. it’s getting late though, and the words are starting to blur together on the page. you don’t want to disturb the peace just yet.

it’s only when you find your eyes running over the same sentence for the third time that you shift. the old sofa creaks a little as you stretch, and you let out an exaggerated groan to match it as you stand. maya laughs a little, but she doesn’t lift her gaze from the page. if she had she would have caught the way you poked your tongue out at her, and probably would have responded in kind.

maya cooked tonight, and so you begin to dutifully gather the empty dishes. it’s only when you’re arms deep in soapy water that you hear maya stand too. her book thuds against the coffee table, and mocha lets out a low bark.

“just taking the dog out,” maya calls, and you hum in response. the latch clicks. you reach a soapy hand out of the water to flick the kettle on. it’s all part of the routine.

they aren’t gone long, and their return is soon heralded by the gentle patter of mocha’s claws against the hardwood. maya pads into the kitchen, pulls two mugs and two teabags out of the cupboard, pours the water, now boiled, then hauls herself onto the worktop beside you.

“i was thinking of going on a dog walk in the woods tomorrow, you wanna come?”

“yeah sure, are the others coming?”

it’s a running joke that the 'unoffical manchester united dog walker's club' is the apex of the team’s social ladder. forget the coffee mornings, the brunches, the team nights out - if you wanted a way in for true bonding, you had to own a dog. it was common on days off for a group of the girls to get together to walk their dogs, with the intensity ranging from leisurely stroll to outright hike, depending on who had planned it. you’d learnt the hard way to politely decline when leah chose the route.

sure you didn’t technically own a dog, but having been roommates with maya for the best part of a year, and best friends for far longer, mocha was basically in shared custody. you regularly tagged along, as an honourary member of a tight-knit group.

it’s why you weren’t expecting maya to shrug and shake her head.

“i haven’t asked - i figured we could just go together. we haven’t hung out just us in a while.”

you chose not to mention that the two of you spent almost every night together in your flat, or that you’d gotten lunch together just two days ago. instead you grinned and nodded, drying your hands and taking the cup of tea that maya held out to you.

“sounds good,” you sip gently at your tea - before spitting it out with a yelp, “fuck, that’s hot!”

maya laughs brightly at you, even though you do this pretty much every day, “yeah no shit, i just made it - be patient for once!” you stick your tongue out at her, and this time she does see it, and she does return the gesture. it’s childish, sure, but your friendship had started in the youth age groups, and, although you were responsible adults now, some things never change.

you lean back against the counter as you wait for the tea to cool, and the two of you begin chatting a little while longer about not much at all. eventually maya jumps down, rinsing her mug and heading to her room, mocha in tow. you follow her, your own cup only half-drunk, flicking off the lights as you do so.

“night y/n,” maya says softly as she pushes her door open, lingering slightly in the doorway. she watches you clumsily shoulder open your own door, opposite hers, waiting for you to reply.

“goodnight maya.”

—-

maya was already up when you emerged the next morning, early mornings always coming to her more easily than they did to you. she always looked so put together when she woke up, a stark contrast to your disheveled appearance. not that either of you cared - those boundaries of self-consciousness had long been washed away between the two of you. it was only maya after all.

“there’s coffee in the pot,” she mumbled, chewing her words around her cereal.

“thanks, you’re an angel.”

“you ready to head out in a bit?” maya asked, having now swallowed her mouthful. you groaned a little in jest, but maya’s bright eyes shone with humour, and you nodded.

“sure, sure - although you know it’s called a day off for a reason?”

“you agreed to it, plus you’ve had like a two hour lie-in.”

“i know, i’m actually feeling very well-rested.” you placed your cereal down, seating yourself across from maya with a grin, “it’s just more fun to moan at you.”

“glad to hear it,” maya smirked, taking another spoonful. she knew you well enough to know that your moaning was only ever lighthearted, and she was perfectly happy to indulge you. you liked that about her, liked how easy it was to settle into that playful teasing whenever you were around each other, which in fairness, was most of the time.

---

you walked barely a half-step behind maya, eyes focused on the imprints her shoes left in the rain-softened ground, but ears firmly locked onto her latest anecdote. she turned slightly to look at you as she talked, and when you laughed, she did too. she looked so comfortable when she laughed, the way her eyes crinkled and her head tilted back. walking alongside her, you felt equally light. she paused to fall in step with you, still smiling. the two of you made eye contact, and you couldn't help the way your smile grew. maya looked away, fiddling with the dog lead she held in her hands.

"by the way, the girls were talking about having dinner tonight at millie's, do you wanna go?" maya asked, eyes flickering over the trees that surrounded you, before eventually landing back on you. you shrugged, giving maya a guilty smirk.

"is it bad that i can't really be bothered?" you scrunched your nose up, but maya smirked back again, shaking her head. maybe you were imagining it, but her posture almost seemed to loosen, as if she were relieved. you didn't ponder it long though, because the splitsecond thought faded as soon as maya spoke, and your attention diverted back to solely her.

"no, me too!" she grinned conspiratorially, "i'm glad it's not just me - i love them and everything, but we see them literally all the time, i kind of just want a quiet night in."

"well, you see me all the time - better not be getting sick of me now le tissier?" you raised an eyebrow playfully. with anyone else, maya's words might have worried you, might have played on your insecurites of being too much, too overbearing. with anyone else, your reply might've been edging on serious, might've taken every inch of your body not to let your worries seep into your voice, but this was maya. you didn't have to worry about that with her, and so your tone was light, purely joking. maya's reply confirmed as much.

"oh god, like you wouldn't believe," maya countered back with a grin, before she cupped her hands around her mouth and called out to the empty woods around you, "somebody help! this fucking stalker won't leave me alone!"

the sound echoed through the trees, and you nudged her with your shoulder, hard enough to send her stumbling, feet slipping off the path and into the muddy ditch. you laughed, before wrapping a hand around her bicep and pulling her back to walk beside you. all this time, maya's grin never wavered, and she looked up at you, eyes shining.

"you’re such a dickhead, these trainers were clean earlier."

"that's on you for wearing white shoes to the woods to be honest."

maya rolled her eyes, before calling for mocha to come out of the same mud she'd just stepped into. you loved days like this, so familiar, so comfortable, where you and maya just slipped into playful teasing. it was this easy banter, the kind that comes with years of friendship, that made hanging out with maya so, well, easy.

"seriously, though," maya's voice was softer as she looked over at you, a little shyer. "i could never get sick of you - you're different." this side of her you loved too, the warm, gentle soul, always willing to extend a hand of comfort, or an olive branch.

"i could never get sick of you either maya."

she smiled back at you, and it was like the sun got a little brighter.

---

the rest of your day off had passed similarly, with shared smiles, inside jokes, and teasing banter, until you and maya found yourself collapsed next to each other on your shared sofa. the same positions as always - you curled up against one arm, maya reclined comfortably against the other, legs outstretched.

maya picked up her book, immediately immersed, but yours remained closed on your lap. you snuck a look at her, chewing your lip in thought, replaying the day in your mind.

it had been nice - as it always was with maya. you appreciated it, the quiet time with her, where you never had to do much except exist. maya gave you that - the freedom to just be.

your musing was interrupted by the harsh buzz of maya's phone against the coffee table.

"pass me that?" maya murmured, too engrossed in her book to even look up. you reached over, not without an exaggerated groan to hint at your displeasure at being made to move. maya kicked you as you held out the phone to her.

"shut up - can you just read it to me?"

you groaned again at being given the laborious task of unlocking her phone. opening her messages though, your attention piqued a little. the text from mary was innocuous at best, but it was maya's earlier messages that caught your eye.

"well," maya looked up at you expectantly, cutting you off from your thoughts, "who was it?"

"oh uh," you internally shook yourself a little, still a little confused at the messages, "just mary, she said, uh, she'll see you tomorrow."

"oh cool, thanks y/n," maya turned back to her book with a smile, a preoccupied air clouding her words. silently, you clicked maya's phone shut and placed it down, thoughts firing. you were a little perplexed - maya was never one to turn down plans, and especially not with made up excuses. she loved getting coffee with mary; they did it all the time. or at least, you realised, they used to.

you tried to think back to the last time maya had met mary for coffee. now you thought about, it must have been a while. your schedules were jam packed, and you and maya had spent pretty much every day off recently together. first you wondered if they'd had a falling out, but from the way they were texting you dismissed it quickly.

then it occurred to you, just briefly, that maybe maya was one to turn to down plans, and maybe you just hadn't noticed it, because she never did it with you. you shook your head. that wouldn't have made any sense. the dog walk earlier had probably just been one of the errands maya had mentioned, and she'd just asked you along for company.

yeah, you thought, slowly picking up your book, that was probably it.

words of affirmation

the thoughts flickered in your head the next morning, as maya picked up an extra coffee on your way to training. they stirred a little more as you watched maya interact with mary, searching for any irregularites, but finding none. they resurfaced again over the course of several days, as you noticed maya turn down coffee, then lunch, then dinner with various teammates. all in favour of just hanging out at home.

but this was maya, you thought, so she was a homebody, so what? who were you to judge, given that usually you'd also gladly take a calm night in at your flat over a hectic night out with the girls. the thoughts faded pretty quickly after that, and by the time sunday rolled around, they were pretty much nonexistent.

your attention focused instead on the game ahead of you. as with every week, the nerves seemed to roll inside you like waves cresting over one another, instead of neatly against the shore. it was something you'd never quite managed to shake, the overwhelming feeling of stress before a match, leaving you feeling disjointed, all jagged around the edges. it was fine usually, something you'd come to deal with. you'd learnt to take those feelings and channel them into fire.

nobody's perfect though. sometimes, you needed a helping hand. and true to form, maya could always tell when. no man is an island, as they say, and there was maya, always ready to leap into those stormy waters, paddle in hand, lifejacket on.

"hey you."

"hey," you sighed, looking over at maya as she sat down heavily next to you. you could tell maya didn't need a second look to understand how you were feeling. you gave a half-heartened smile.

"sorry," you murmured, trying to shake yourself out of it, "i'm all-"

"jittery?" maya filled in, soft smile gracing her features, "yeah, i know."

you nodded begrudgingly, taking a deep breath in. you wanted to speak, to explain more, but it was as though maya sensed you couldn't quite do it. she stepped in.

"hey, you got this okay? you always do."

you opened your mouth, but maya's gaze found yours, and you found yourself believing her. you were never really one for eye contact, but something about maya made it easy. maybe it was how kind her eyes looked, how knowing; like every thought or worry you'd ever had was reflected back in them - broken down, understood, seen. maybe it was just because they were pretty.

"nerves are good, remember? they mean you want to do well," maya echoed your mantra back to you, and you listened. words always sounded better coming from her.

"i know you'll play well, because you always do. you're a great player, you're tough, you're smart, you're good. there's no one else i'd rather have next to me on the pitch. the team trusts you. i trust you."

you nodded, pulling maya in for a hug. you closed your eyes, breathing her in. her breath tickled your neck as she whispered, "and if it goes wrong, i've got your back. always."

"thanks," you smiled, though she couldn't see it, "love you."

maya nodded, pulling back with a smile. her hand lingered on your thigh as you met her eyes once again. "let's smash it."

---

you did, in fact, smash it. the game went well, a perfect result - clean sheet and a win - and right at the heart of it, was you and maya. maya and you, ever solid, ever present. she was right, as she always was.

your defensive partnership had seeded itself from the early ages, when the two of you were young, shy kids in the england youth groups. it had blossomed and strengthened through your brazen teens, and now, finally together at club level, it was a force to be reckoned with.

you were both good players individually, but your closeness off the pitch was what cemented it as brilliant. you read each other so well, it was honestly sometimes scary. sometimes it felt like maya knew what you were going to do before you did. you often didn't even have to speak, but you did anyway, because it was maya, and you liked speaking to her. any excuse for a chat.

"see? told you you'd be fine," said maya as she sidled up next to you when you left the pitch. you elbowed her side and laughed.

"just fine? did you see that sick tackle i did?"

"hmm, mine was better," maya winked, and you rolled your eyes, pushing her into the changing rooms with a loud laugh.

---

the day ended as it always did: you and maya (and mocha) on the sofa, too worn out to do much else. today though, the tv was blaring, its sounds interspersed with your laughter and commentary of the godawful show maya had turned on.

"can you believe this shit?" you laughed, turning to look at maya, "why are we watching it?" she rolled her eyes.

"because its funny, shut up."

"and because you fancy the main character." you gave maya a sly smirk, which she returned with an eyeroll.

"maybe..." then she grinned widely, "can you blame me?"

"nah, i get it."

you laughed, reclining back into the sofa. mocha gave you a disgruntled look as you pulled your feet up to rest in maya's lap, nudging him from where he lay. you turned back to the show. okay so maybe you were a little invested now. feeling eyes on you though, you looked back to realise maya hadn't done the same.

"what?" you smiled.

"nothing," if you didn't know better, you'd say maya looked a little sheepish. you weren't sure why. you gave her a questioning look, complete with raised eyebrow, "just zoned out a little."

you shrugged and nodded, half turning back to the tv. maya, however, seemed to want to say more.

"your, uh, your hair looks nice like that," she said. you tried to meet her eyes, but her gaze was back fixed on the tv.

"oh, thanks," you murmured, a little surprised. not at the compliment - maya gave you them all the time - but more at her tone. it was soft, borderline shy. you weren't sure why she was being weird.

"you should wear it down more often," maya looked back at you, and just like that her usual easy smile back, her brief awkwardness now dissipated.

"i mean i would if i could - having it up for training all the time kills my head."

"god same," maya gave an exaggerated whine, and the laughter was back, "i'm not going to have a hairline by the time i'm 25."

---

by the next morning, you barely remembered the compliment, having gone on to spend the rest of the night fixated on that stupid tv show, admittedly only to loudly debate the attractiveness of each character with maya.

it was only when you reflexively went to put your hair up that it crossed your mind again. you made pensive eye contact with yourself in the mirror, before gently placing the hairband down. no particular reason.

it seemed mary had finally managed to corral maya into getting coffee, and so she was nearly out the door by the time you headed into the kitchen for breakfast. digging around in her bag for her car keys, she looked up at you briefly, smiling in small greeting.

"you doing anything today?" she asked, and you shook your head, fully intent on just relaxing on your day off, "i'll be back in a couple hours, shall i pick up a few bits for lunch?"

"sounds good," you nodded, although your attention was very much focused on finding yourself some breakfast first.

"cool," maya shrugged on her jacket hurriedly, only pausing at the door to call back over her shoulder, "that outfit looks really good on you by the way!"

you barely even had time to look up before she was gone.

---

you'd be lying if you said the compliment didn't put a little spring in your step for the rest of the morning. you told yourself it was just the same as any old compliment, but there was a niggling feeling that it was made that much sweeter just because it came from maya. two compliments in two days - you were being spoiled.

although now you thought about it, maybe it wasn't that out of the ordinary. you'd intended to spend your free morning slothing out on the sofa, maybe catching up on the shows you'd missed, or finishing the book you'd been neglecting of late. instead, you found yourself thinking back on your many interactions with maya.

the more you thought, the more you realised just how often maya said nice things to you. for all the two of you teased and joked, you could pick out a dozen examples just this week of maya complimenting you - superficial things like your hair, your clothes, your make-up, but not just that.

on the pitch, you realised, she would frequently offer words of appreciation, calling out that you'd done well in a drill as she ran past you, patting you on the back as she congratulated you on a tackle, a block, a pass. even beyond that, just yesterday in an interview she'd said you were her favourite person to play with. the day before that she'd mentioned how much she loved being around you.

the moments, all seemingly inocuous at the time, now seemed to pile up before your eyes. linking them all together was the warm feeling you felt whenever she'd say something, and the soft smile she'd offer in return. you sipped your coffee slowly, a startling thought dawning on you - were you a compliment whore?

with this newfound information about yourself, you tried to think of compliments you'd been given by others, but surprisingly came up short. with a jolt, you realised you didn't remember because in all honesty, you didn't really care. it was only maya's opinion that mattered.

this realisation was somewhat startling, and you didn't quite know what to do with it. you knew from past experience that you often had a tendency to come up with wild fantasies, to see things that weren't quite there when it came to romance. you shut down the thoughts, refused to think about what it might mean. maya was your best friend, of course you wanted her to think highly of you. it didn't mean anything.

you pushed the thoughts away, locking them up for a rainy day. this is why you shouldn't be left alone - you started thinking. as maya had joked to you many times before; that was dangerous.

the door opened, and maya appeared, laden with bags.

"this doesn't look like just 'a few bits', maya," you grinned, watching her struggle for a second before standing to help.

"shut up," she said, watching as you took the, admittedly heavy, bags and placed them on the counter. she walked past you, squeezing your upper arm in the process, "nice biceps."

you made a playful show of flexing them, and tried not to think about the warm feeling that swelled up inside you. the realisation that you'd do pretty much anything to get her to compliment you again hit you like a slap to the face.

physical touch

thoughts and feelings continued to rattle around inside you for the next few days. now that you'd opened the floodgates, it was getting harder and harder to deny the brewing thoughts that accompanied every single thing maya did. you tried endlessly to push them back down, adamant that you just saw her as a friend. and it worked, if only for a little while.

the thing is, the harder you tried, the more you denied it, maya had this uncanny way of worming her way back into your heart. you supposed it was a side effect of her being just so, well, perfect.

you told yourself it was only because she was your best friend, your, strictly platonic, soulmate. these past few weeks however, try as you might, you couldn't deny that, just maybe, you were developing a crush.

maybe you had been for a while.

you tried to ignore it, but every day you registered a new thing that dragged you down a little deeper. maya could make you smile by just being around you. maya could say exactly what you needed to hear. every word was like a breath of fresh air, every look was warm sunlight, and every touch was a spark of electricity.

and, as you'd recently realised, there was a lot of touching. you and maya were touchy friends, the kind who had no qualms about casual embraces or friendly physicality. you'd never noticed it before, probably because it had never meant anything before, but lately you noticed just how frequently maya sought out your touch.

the first time you'd really registered it, you'd been out at a bar with the girls, celebrating the latest win. you hadn't quite realised the extent of your feelings, still in the early phases of filtering through what they all meant, and steadfastly denying most of them.

the air was warm and stuffy, contributing to that heady feeling of the alcohol catching up with you. you leant against the bar, watching the girls gathered together in a booth, their raucous laughter audible even from where you stood. you tried to ignore how your eyes unconsciously shifted back over to maya, or how her laughter seemed to stand out as louder than the rest.

your thoughts were cut off by a rough hand grazing your waist. you shifted out of the stranger's grasp, but there wasn't much leeway at the packed bar.

"you here alone, sweetheart?" you took another small step back as the man turned to you. his heavy scent of beer and sweat clung in the air, almost suffocating.

"no, i'm with friends, thanks," you muttered, trying to make eye contact with the bartender so you could get your drinks and go.

"i'm sure they wouldn't mind if you found some other company..." his rough hand reached out to touch your hand, and you grimaced, pulling away.

"i'm okay thanks."

"at least let a guy buy a pretty girl a drink."

you were just considering leaving the bar altogether when you felt another arm slink around your waist. this one, however, was soft and slight, and welcome. you sank backwards, letting the familiar smell of vanilla shampoo envelope you.

"she's already got one, thank you." maya's voice was firm, and you let her drag you away, back to the table. she passed you a drink, her arm still comfortably tight around your waist.

"you okay?" she asked, voice low and concerned, as you both sank into your seats. you nodded, trying to regain a bit of clarity.

"yeah thanks, fucking creep," you shot a quick glance over to the bar, where the guy still remained, before looking back into maya's concerned eyes and nodding again, "thanks for the drink."

"no problem - just, stay with me for the rest of the night, yeah?" you nodded, having no intention of doing any different. maya's expression flickered protectively, making her eyes look several shades darker.

it was only a little later, when you were halfway through your drink and had all but forgotten your vile encounter, that you registered that maya still hadn't moved her arm. you were unaware if she even knew herself, the both of you now comfortably drunk. the two of you were pressed up against one another in the booth, her fingers stroking absentmindedly at where your shirt had ridden up. an unbidden shiver ran through you, your sudden awareness making each touch feel like a static shock.

"you okay?" maya must have noticed the way you tensed up, because she turned to you, lazy smile clouded with inebriety. you could only nod. shaking yourself internally, you resolved yourself to dealing with your feelings tomorrow, and sank back into her. you leant heavily into her, missing the way her soft smile grew as you did. maya didn't move her hand all night.

when you woke the next morning, it was to a headache and hazy memories of the early hours. you dragged yourself to lie on the sofa, only after downing some water and painkillers.

maya joined you some time later, looking equally worse for wear. she sluggishly filled her water bottle, before trudging over to the sofa.

"i knew those jagers were a bad move," she groaned.

"i distinctly remember you saying the complete opposite last night," you laughed, opening your arms for her. you didn't think much of it as you did, but when maya collapsed on top of you for a hug, the memories of last night flooded back. you couldn't argue with the warmth that flooded your body as maya nestled on top of you. it was time to accept that you felt more for her than any friend should.

"you should've stopped me," she groaned into your chest, her arms wriggling their way around your back. you swallowed, before deciding, perhaps stupidly, to just give into it. you'd deal with the consequences of falling for her later.

"i tried! you called me boring then bought another round," you laughed, your hand coming up to rest on her back.

"oops," you felt maya grin into your chest, "what are you watching?"

"just shitty tv," you replied, "wanna change it?"

"nah, i'm okay," her reply was muffled, and you nodded, stroking her back softly. as you felt maya's breathing even out, you had a sinking feeling that there was no going back now.

---

from then, it was like a switch had been flicked. whereas before, you'd barely noticed all maya's hugs and touches, now, each one seared itself permanently into your brain - and your skin.

some of the touches were accidental, you assumed, maya brushing up against you as she walked past, or her thigh pressed up against yours as you sat together in the changing room.

others were obviously intentional - maya playing with your hair as you lay on the sofa, or placing a casual arm around your shoulder during training, maya leaning her head on your shoulder during team talks, or taking your hand to drag you around behind her. and of course, the most frequent of all, the hugs that punctuated pretty much every single interaction you had.

it would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy it, but now that you'd had to accept why each touch meant a little more, sometimes it bordered on some kind of glorious torture.

there were also other instances, where you were unsure if maya even meant the touches or not, her actions hanging precariously in the balance between conscious and absentminded. as her hand grazed the small of your back for the countless time that morning though, you were starting to suspect it wasn't all entirely accidental.

this gave way to another problem though, in that it was getting harder and harder for you to deal with, without melting each time she so much as touched you, or breathed in your direction.

it didn't help that you were starting to notice how naturally flirtatious maya could be. if you weren't certain that maya didn't have an evil bone in her body, you'd almost believe she was doing it on purpose. luckily, you knew maya was absolutely unaware of her nature, and this was just something she did with everyone. sucks for you.

the unfortunate thing about having a crush on your best friend is that you find yourself accidentally staring at them far too often. it was no surprise, then, that a lot of your free time was allocated to observing maya. any time you weren't sneaking glances at her you spent thinking of ways to make it not obvious that you were sneaking glances at her.

okay, so yes, you definitely needed to get over her, but you could allow yourself some indugences, right?

the thing was, you were starting to observe new things about maya. firstly, the way she always threw her head back when she laughed, properly laughed. secondly, the way she'd play with her ring whenever she was either nervous, or bored. and thirdly, that maya was not actually a naturally flirtatious person.

contrary to what you'd been firmly telling yourself, maya was not like this with everyone. sure she was still touchy, but the longer you watched, the more you noticed the differences in how she acted with the others, and how she acted with you.

---

the uncharacteristic spring heat clung in the afternoon air around you, disturbed only by the occasional breeze. you paused your run down the field, sensing that maya had the play under control, and had gone herself. you dropped back slightly to cover her, watching her recieve the ball and expertly pass it on to lucia, who was straight through on goal. you didn't need to hear the way the crowd exploded to know she'd scored.

you pumped your fist and watched as the girls further upfield swarmed one another, but even from where you stood you could pick out maya amongst them. you took note of the way she hugged lucia, the way she clapped the other girls on the back, filed the images away in your mind.

maya jogged back towards you, so you grinned and held out a hand to congratulate her on the assist. you noted the way her smooth palm clasped yours, and the firmness of her grasp as she pulled you into her. you'd seen how she'd hugged the others, firm and fast, clapping them twice on the back before pulling away.

the way she hugged you, the way your body slid into hers, just seemed different. this was steady, grounding. her arms seemed to envelope you, slotting you gently into place, and when she pulled away her hands lingered, fingers smoothing out your shirt collar, her touch feather-soft. it seemed like more.

you tried to ignore it, really you did, but when the final whistle blew and her hand found yours, you couldn't help but wonder. you compared the way she congratulated the others on the win, all friendly grins and joking pushes. sure, she did that with you too, but with you it always seemed a little softer, a little longer. you started to wonder if all those casual touches you'd labelled as accidental were anything but. maya didn't seem to do that with anyone else.

you must've been reading too much into it, you eventually decided. maya was probably just more relaxed around you since you were best friends. you were just getting ahead of yourself, thoughts clouded by your unhelpful crush, seeing things you wanted to see. surely.

that's what you told yourself as maya sat next to you in the changing room, her fingers brushing your thigh.

gift giving

you sighed, running your hand down your face. your thoughts had been running hard and fast since the game yesterday, and you were desperate to think of anything else. you'd spent the day trying to busy yourself, but it was a difficult feat given that you and maya had still spent the day joined at the hip.

it had been hard to not think about it when you walked the dog together and her arm kept bumping up against yours. it had been hard when you'd gone out for lunch and she'd loaded you with covert compliments. it had been even harder when she'd bought you a coffee, completely unprompted, your order memorised to a tee.

as much as you loved spending time with maya, you were somewhat grateful that she'd since headed to the shops alone, giving you a slight reprieve. it couldn't be healthy, reading far too much into situations that were clearly just based off years of friendship.

"i'm home!" the shout echoed around the flat, and you swivelled in your seat with a smile that you just couldn't help. maya dumped the bags then padded towards you. "close your eyes, i got you a present."

"should i be worried?" knowing maya she was probably about to put something absolutely ridiculous in your hands, but you dutifully did as she asked anyway.

you felt the crinkle of packaging as your hands closed around the mystery item. you opened your eyes cautiously, but your heart melted a little as you saw a packet of your favourite sweets.

"for me?" you asked, slightly confused. maya nodded, eyes sparkling, "aw thanks," your voice was genuine, if a little perplexed, "uh, why?"

maya shrugged, flopping down onto the sofa next to you, "why not?"

you smiled, glad maya couldn't see you blush. pulling the packet open, you held it out to maya, who popped one into her mouth, then leant her head against your shoulder.

---

it was a few days later that you realised the sweets weren't an isolated incident. in the past week alone she'd brought home coffee for you (three times), some chocolate you liked (twice), a new waterbottle (yours was always leaking and it was apparently 'doing her head in'), a mug that she thought you'd like, and a small stuffed crab that she said reminded her of you (that one had definitely been a dig, but you chose to ignore it). for a second you had a worry that you'd forgotten your own birthday.

it seemed like every time maya left the house, she came back with some little snack that she knew you liked, or some trinket that 'made her think of you'. she was like a fucking magpie.

you said as much to mary at lunch, maya having just deposited her protein bar that she 'didn't want' in your lap. it just so happened to be your favourite flavour.

"sorry, am i hearing things, or are you complaining about getting free food?"

"i'm not complaining! i'm just... confused," in fairness, you weren't even sure what you were confused about. mostly you just wanted to vent about your crush - without actually having to own up to the whole crush thing. "and it's not just food! yesterday we walked the dog on the beach and she kept collecting pretty stones for me,"

"well, you know, it's maya, she's not much of a talker."

"what? maya talks all the time," you looked at mary incredulously. maya had literally just been chatting her ear off.

"no, i mean she's not much of a talker," she gave you a knowing look, and you just stared back, even more confused now. mary rolled her eyes, "about her feelings, idiot."

"what's that got to do with anything?"

"god, the pair of you are as thick as each other." mary slapped your shoulder and then rose from her seat, leaving you staring after her, more lost than ever.

---

it was only when maya tried to pay for your dinner the next day, that you wondered if mary was suggesting that maya had feelings for you. you tried not to even entertain the thought, because regardless of how much you wanted it to be true, you knew it couldn't, wouldn't end well.

the smallest part of you, the sensible part, the part not yet utterly consumed by all things maya, knew that you'd only be getting your hopes up. as much as it hurt to pine after maya like this, any sort of rejection would hurt far, far more. and so, you ignored and dismissed it. there was no way that someone like maya could ever fall for someone like you.

maya's actions were purely platonic, you decided. she was a good friend, and that was the end of it. that was what you convinced yourself, that was what you repeated as a mantra every time you looked at the little crab toy that maya had placed beside your bed, 'to keep you company'.

that was what you tried your best to believe when maya came into the kitchen the next day, hands behind her back. you looked up from cooking with a soft smile and a raised eyebrow. she looked back at you, almost shyly.

"i, uh, i thought you might like these," maya didn't make eye contact with you as she thrust a modest, yet beautiful, bunch of daffodils towards you. your heart melted, and you tried desperately to not let your mind run away with itself. still though, you couldn't help it. maybe, just maybe, maya felt something for you too.

your mind lit up with possibilities, with fantasies, with dreams. maybe this was the moment you'd dreamed of. maybe she was about to confess, to ask you on a date, maybe-

"you know, for the flat," maya said hurriedly. maybe not, "the shop was uh, they were going to bin them so they were on clearance, they might be a bit manky," maya trailed off, still avoiding eye contact.

you tried not to let yourself get disappointed. this was exactly why you shouldn't get head of yourself. reaching out to take them, you smiled and inspected them. there didn't seem anything wrong with them at all.

"no, they're lovely," the emotion crept into your voice despite yourself, and you had to clear your throat, "uh, for the flat - they'll look lovely in the flat."

maya smiled and met your eyes, properly this time. for a split second the shyness was gone, just pure, honest maya. then she swallowed, turned, and hurried out the room.

acts of service

the thing about trying to get over maya, was that she made it so fucking difficult. how were you meant to forget about someone who treated you so perfectly, who could do no wrong, who regularly went out of their way to do things for you? how were you supposed to do anything other than fall in love?

so you stopped denying it, and instead you justified it. you let the full delusion of falling for your best friend overtake you, and let maya's endless perfection drag you deeper and deeper each day.

now that you'd accepted maya didn't see you like that, every day felt like a constant bombardment of kind gestures. the worst part was, you could never ever hate it. that was the thing with maya - she didn't even realise how good she was.

and so, you did the only thing you knew how to. you started to withdraw from maya. not majorly, not enough that she would notice, of course, just enough distance to give yourself a little time to get your head straight.

distance had never really factored into your close friendship before though, and maya was unwavering in her presence. it was like she had a sixth sense for when there was something weighing on you, and she made it her mission to help ease that load.

"hey, i made you a cuppa," maya knocked lightly on your open door and poked her head around. you couldn't help but smile genuinely at the gesture, "i'm doing some washing, you want me to do yours too?"

"oh, thank you, is that okay?" you asked hesitantly, and maya nodded. you slid off your bed and began to gather the dirty washing that lay strewn across your floor. you were never too great at keeping your room tidy on the best of days, but whenever your mind ran away from you, it was always the first thing to deteriorate. of course, maya knew this.

"yeah course," maya placed the tea down on your bedside table, then perched in her usual position on your bed to watch you. "you okay?"

there was a slight waver in her voice, and you could read her so well that you immediately recognised it as concern, laced with a tiny bit of anxiety. you knew maya, knew her mind would worry. you didn't want her to blame herself, and instantly you felt bad.

arms now laden with clothes, you straightened and nodded, "yeah sorry, just tired." then, seeing the soft smile on maya's face, you couldn't keep it up much longer, "i'm coming in now anyway, you want to watch something?"

maya smiled, taking the clothes from you, "sounds good, give me five minutes!"

sighing, you watched her leave. well, your plan didn't last long. picking up the tea, you followed her into the living room. distance clearly wasn't going to work.

---

"hey, maya?" you called hurriedly, rummaging through your cupboard. she hummed in response, "have you seen my-"

"your boots?" maya appeared in the doorway, holding out your shoes with a smirk, "they were dirty as hell so i cleaned them for you."

"oh," you blushed, "thank you," you took them from her, almost reverently. she was just too good for you.

"now let's go - we're gonna be late!"

you followed her out the door, taking a deep breath in. you were already stressed, you had so much to do, and if maya was going to be this sweet to you all day, you were worried you might just keel over and die.

---

"i'll make dinner tonight, okay?"

you nodded, peeling off your soaked through socks with a wince. maya sat next to you in the changing room, already showered and dressed, her hand placed comfortingly on your thigh. training, as expected, had been awful, it was cold, wet, and your mind had been occupied. you knew you'd played crap, but coach had so kindly reminded you multiple times, leaving you to run an extra few laps once training was done.

you only had yourself to blame. things with maya were just piling up, everything else seemed to be going wrong, and it was taking all your effort to keep yourself sane without upsetting her. distance might've been the easy way out, but there wasn't a chance in hell that you'd do anything to make maya feel guilty, or worried.

all you wanted was to have a warm shower, go home and collapse on the sofa, preferably next to maya. unfortunately, your agent had other plans, and you were required at some media thing before you could relax. you sighed at the thought. you had so much to do this weekend too, plus your room needed cleaning, the mess having steadily piled up from the stress of it all.

and now here was maya, ever thoughtful, offering to cook dinner, even though it was your turn tonight. she was so sweet, you could almost cry. you took a deep breath, turning to look at her.

"you're the best maya." she smiled in response, and squeezed your thigh, before standing.

"i know, now go shower, you look like shit."

only maya could pull a laugh out of you at times like this. you nodded, and dragged yourself dutifully to the shower, wishing you could fast forward the next two hours so you could just go home.

---

the media stuff, as expected, had been shit. sure, some people enjoyed that kind of thing, but to you it felt like being paraded around like a dancing bear, just being poked and prodded with sticks. okay, maybe you were exagerrating, but today had just been really, really shitty, and you wanted to go home.

you fumbled with your keys, fingers numb from the rain, before finally, thankfully, managing to push the door open. you stepped inside, soaking in the warmth, and the smell of maya's cooking. your eyes adjusted to the low, orange light, and you felt yourself relax almost immediately.

there was low music coming from the kitchen, and you could hear maya humming gently along. hoisting your heavy bag a little further up your shoulder, you elbowed open your bedroom door, before stopping in your tracks.

your eyes widened as you took in your room - what had earlier resembled a bomb site now looked cleaner than you'd ever seen it. there were even candles lit on the desk, filling the room with flickering shadow and the comforting smell of vanilla. maya's vanilla.

you heard hurried footsteps behind you, before you felt maya come to a stop behind you. you couldn't quite bring yourself to turn around, for fear of her seeing the emotion threatening to spill out of your eyes at such a small, but meaningful, gesture.

"i, um, i tidied your room for you," maya sounded tentative, nervous even. she rushed to continue. "i just knew you'd had a rough day and i know your room gets messy when you're stressed so i just wanted to help, i hope you don't mind," you didn't know what to say, it was so small, but it felt like the most thoughtful thing anyone had ever done for you.

when you didn't reply maya spoke again, quieter this time, "i'm sorry, did i do the wrong thing?"

at maya's apology, you spun to face her, rapidly shaking your head.

"no, maya, i- thank you," you rushed to placate her, not wanting her to worry. your voice was choked, full of feeling. you pulled her into a hug, and she breathed an audible sigh of relief, as though she had been expecting you to be angry.

you held on tighter than you should've. you couldn't think of any other way to convey your thanks. it was such a tiny gesture, but to you, it meant everything. after such an awful day, maya had gone out of her way just to make things a little lighter. something she knew you struggled with when you were stressed, and she'd just helped you like it was nothing. you couldn't put it into words.

you'd never felt so loved.

you paused, pulling out of the hug, deep in thought, because that was exactly it. you thought back to why you were so desperate to get over maya, driven by fear of repeating the past, full of failed relationships and heartbreak.

before, in relationships, you'd always been filled with doubt. they'd said the words, sure, but how were you ever meant to be certain that they meant them? you'd keep yourself awake at night, worrying if they were serious, until either they proved you right, or your insecurites drove them away.

but here, with maya, it felt different. all that doubt, all that insecurity, you realised you've never felt like that with maya. all of a sudden, and with some certainty, you realised you've known for quite some time.

you think back to all the gifts, all the touches, all the time and the looks, the actions and the words, and you realise there's never been any lingering doubt. maya has shown you time and time again that she loves you. now you had some catching up to do.

"hey maya?" she hums, already moving to leave your room. ordinarily, you would never have been this bold, this confident. ordinarily, you would've been twisting your fingers in anxiety, stuttering out the words. right now, however, you had never been so sure.

"i love you too."

you've said those words countless times to her, but you know it's different now. you can tell maya can tell from the tone of your voice too, because when she looks up at you there's no confusion, only eyes swimming with hope, and pure, deep, boundless affection.

you reach out and pull her towards you, so your faces are barely inches apart. her eyes flicker down to your lips, then back to your eyes.

"i um, i didn't say-" her voice is low and hoarse, and she cuts herself off, because you both know its not true. tension ripples around you, until you can't stand it. when her eyes flicker down a second time, you close the gap. her lips are soft, and she lets out a pleased little gasp as you kiss her softly.

"yeah, you did," you smile, and maya returns it, "you say it everyday."

this is actually so shit i'm sorry, the idea's been in my drafts for literal months, i wanted to do it justice bc mlt deserves all the love but i hate like at least half of this lmao it got so repetitive i'm sorry

all love, soph xx

#yes i know love languages are a scam designed by a misogynist to force women into subservient marriages #but its a good format for a fic #i hope #maya le tissier x reader #woso x reader #muwfc x reader #maya le tissier imagine #maya le tissier

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hamiltonaf · 10 months

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Tie the Knot | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Requested: Anonymous

Word Count: 962

Warnings: Just pure fluff + BONUS - Social Media AU

A/N: Hello darlings, I’m trying my best to finish requests as fast as I possibly can so please bare with me when you send in a request. Hope you babes enjoy .xx

Kylian’s P.O.V

After 3 and a half years of (Y/N) and I being together, the day had finally come for us to make things official.

It felt surreal how we spent so many months of planning everything to all come down to this final moment.

I’ve never felt more nervous than I did today, my heart was racing and I was eager to see (Y/N) already. I last saw (Y/N) last night, perhaps the most special moment we spent together, but it feels like I saw her weeks ago.

At around 9pm, I arranged for a table to be set up under the gazebo where we were getting married. Nothing felt more special than seeing the smile on her face when she saw the set-up that made her eyes sparkle.

We spent our last few hours talking about the last 3 and a half years, basically taking a trip down memory lane. All the highs and lows that we’ve been through together made us stronger and brought us down to this final decision. A few minutes before midnight, we gave each other one last hug. I was just about to kiss her but she stopped me and told me to save it for our wedding. It was quite funny but quite cute at the same time as we shook hands and said our final goodbyes, “Bye bye girlfriend” “Ciao boyfriend.”

The adrenaline rush kept me up for most of the night, I was practically living on 4 hours of sleep. I really wanted to message (Y/N), I know she could easily ease my nerves, but I couldn’t be inconsiderate.

No good morning text from her made me feel uneasy. My nerves got even worse after messaging her and minutes later, still no reply. What if she’s having doubts ? What if she bails on me ? I obviously have been watching way too many romance movies with her.

Knowing that I was ready before her meant that I had more time to waste, but luckily I had my boys with me to be a distraction. That didn’t last long as I was called to stand under the gazebo. It was finally time.

After walking down the aisle with my boys, I felt at ease until I was finally under the gazebo. I could feel my hands start to sweat and suddenly I could feel the heat rush to my face. I stared at my shoes and took a few deep breaths as I heard the announcement to stand up for the bride.

The music played in the background but it was all a blur to me as I looked up to stare at (Y/N). It felt as if (Y/N) was the only person in the room as she walked down the aisle. She looked absolutely breathtaking and I couldn’t believe my eyes that she’s mine. It felt like a pinch me moment. This is it. At any minute now (Y/N) was going to be my wife and I never felt more lucky.

My emotions took a turn and I didn’t realise I had started crying. I walked down the few stairs to shake my father-in-law's hand before he handed her over to me. She softly said, “Aww babe I can’t believe you’re crying”, she then wiped away my tears with the pad of her thumb. “You look so beautiful ma chérie” I said lowly to her. “Thank you babe and you’re undeniably handsome as always” she giggled as we then stood in the middle of the gazebo facing each other.

The ceremony had happened so quickly - it felt like it because I’m guilty for spending my entire time staring at (Y/N) in awe. Vows were exchanged, so were our rings and we sealed it off with a kiss once we were told to.

After the ceremony, everyone moved to the indoor venue. Dinner was served, people took pictures with us, drinks were also served and the night had started once the floor was cleared, and the music started.

(Y/N) and I weren’t the type of couple to dance in front of everyone unless it’s just immediate family or if we’re alone, but in this case we were practically forced and just went with it.

“Hello husband” she smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Has a nice ring to it” I winked. “Pun intended ?” She raised a brow. “Of course..but jokes aside, I can’t believe you’re my wife, how did I get so lucky” I pouted. “I’m the lucky one ! It’s so rare to get a husband who cries when he sees you walking down the aisle. What did I do to deserve you” she pressed her forehead against mine.

“I honestly didn’t even realise I was crying until you said so. You just looked so breathtaking, like an angel walking my way and I couldn’t believe it. You know I even messaged you this morning to help calm me down but you didn’t even reply, a bit rude of you wifey” I teased. “Awww you’re too cute ! Also, about that, I’m so sorry. I was just eager to get dressed and see you already” she playfully raised her brows. “You were eager to see me ?” I raised a brow. “Always… but right now I’m feeling selfish and I just want you all to myself” she pouted as she pecked my lips. “Ma chérie, if you’re going to continue then you’re just causing trouble” I whispered into her ear. “Don’t you know I like trouble” she softly whispered into my ear. Well damn.

BONUS - Social Media AU

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neo-shitty · 1 year

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knuckle-deep — h.hj

description. you never thought a weekday movie night would end up with hyunjin leaning back against the couch and you bouncing on his dick not even 30 minutes into the movie.

pairings. hwang hyunjin x female reader

genre. smut, pwp, fuck buddy!au (minors, please dni)

warnings. swearing, unprotected sex, slight breast play (?), mc has a praise kink me thinks, and mc likes hyunjin’s hands..,.,.. hence, fingering.

word count. 1.5k

notes. inspired by a clip i saw on twitter, i lost the link but it’s forever preserved in the form of this fic. enjoy 🤍

You never thought a weekday movie night would end up with Hyunjin leaning back against the couch and you bouncing on his dick not even 30 minutes into the movie. It was a sight to behold, watching you tower over him on his lap with his legs caged in between yours. The movie on the TV had long blurred into figures in the background, the story not even worth a speck of his attention, not while you’re right in front of him.

His mind was in a frenzy, overwhelmed by the thought of you flicking from one end of the spectrum to the other. You looked cute dressed in nothing but his sweater, drowning in the enormity of it. your hands barely peeking out of the holes of the sleeves and the hem reaching halfway down your thighs. But he thought it looked better hiked up your leg, bunched up by your waist just enough to give him a view of his shaft disappearing into you every time you sank back down onto him. At this point, he no longer wanted to ask for it back.

“Look at you go,” he mutters between jagged breaths, at awe at how adamant you were at keeping up with him today. His fingers dug into your skin when you rolled your hips, his lips parting as groans escaped past them. It’s taking all of his self-control to let you have your way with him, so he tries to loosen his hold as much as he can. He lets his hands roam, down your thighs then up your torso, occasionally wandering beneath your sweater to grope your breasts. He pulls you to him, pressing chaste kisses when he could catch you.

No matter how he tried to keep it in, his body betrayed him too easily and you’re too smart to miss the signs. He lets one groan out and you respond almost immediately, keeping the rolls slow before picking up the speed when he’s least expecting it.

You’ve taken him countless times now but you’re still just as tight when you first started. It never takes long for him to lose it to you, drunk in the way your walls clench around him—always so accommodating to what he needs.

“Fuck, keep going baby. I’m close.”

You shift in front of him, one hand on the couch’s back for support and the other cupped over your mouth to muffle your whimpers. But there’s a look he can’t quite put his finger on, something he can’t think of as he feels the coils tighten in his stomach. He’s too drunk in the way you looked fucked out in front of him, the tiredness evident in the way your eyes drooped, the sweat trickling down the side of your face. All of this effort put out just to make him cum was almost too overwhelming.

His hands find their way to your hips, finally taking control. You feel him thrusting into you, his mouth ajar as he tries to chase his high. It comes down to one thrust and the knot in his stomach uncoils. His release shoots out of him and into the warmth of your walls deep inside you. his hold on you loosens, yet still guiding you on him as he rides out his high—pads of his fingers rubbing against your waist.

“That’s my good girl,” he coos, bringing you closer to him to press his lips against your temple. You sink into him, legs finally giving out after holding you up for so long. He reaches up to cup your face, his hands warm against your cheeks as he puckers you up for a kiss.

As if the silence on your part went unnoticed until his head finally cleared, it’s only then that Hyunjin notices what was off. You looked spent but not satisfied, no radiance beaming off you. You’re still sitting on his lap, his shaft still buried in you, occasionally twitching.

“You didn’t...” He trails off. “I’m sorry I got too caught up on my own. Is there anything I can do?”

“It wasn’t you!” you say, cutting him off just after he apologized. “I just want...”

He eyes you but you’ve already looked away, sweater-sleeved arms raised in an attempt to block his gaze. “Don’t be shy, speak up.”

But the words don’t come so you’re hoping your actions would carry out what your mouth couldn’t. You run your hand down his arm, tangling your fingers with his. Oh, heavenly fingers that were nothing like yours. Long thick digits, looped with metal bands on the hilt. Just the thought of having them buried deep in you made you dizzy.

“Fingers? You want my fingers?” Hyunjin asks, his tone laced with a tinge of malice—teasing. “Why didn’t you just say so? We could’ve started there.”

Hyunjin guides you off him, tucking his dick back into his shorts before turning his attention back to you. He turned you around so you had your back against him, sitting you on the floor between his legs. There’s a part of him that wants to hear you beg for it, but you were looking up at him—soft eyes already tired out, but anxiously waiting. He runs his hand down your thigh and you pull them apart for him. Traces of white had smeared onto the inside of your thighs, his release still dripping from your hole. What a mess he’s made on you. Inside the confines of his boxers, he feels his member stir at the sight.

His hand finds its way to your folds, pressing down with the lightest pressure just enough to make you shift and hum. You respond to his touch, aroused enough by the slow simulation to make his fingers glisten with its coating.

“Hyunjin,” you breathe.

“Patience, baby. I’ll make you feel good soon, I promise.”

Hyunjin runs his fingers down your folds, digits slicked with sticky substance. Your arousal dripped out your cunt, mixed with his release and spilling onto the floor. He presses down a little harder, rubbing in slow drawn out hypnotizing circles. Your nerves come alive, your release beginning to coil in the pits of your stomach. Your head falls back onto Hyunjin’s thigh, leaning back as you let him do what he pleases.

The slip in is almost too easy, slick-coated digits disappearing into you until he was knuckle-deep inside. His strokes begin slow, dragging against your walls as he pulls out only just to push back in. He feels your body arching off the floor, thrusting up to meet his slow pumps. You’re desperate, clawing at his skin with the unrest between your hips.

So he picks up the pace, both his fingers pumping in and out of you without bottoming out to push back in. Between your breaths a moan falls out of your mouth, the pleasure finally blinding as you feel your release build up. Hyunjin leans down to you, brushing your hair from your ear to whisper, “Do you want them to come in here with another noise complaint again?”

But he couldn’t care less if they heard you, he loved hearing you fall apart because of him, loved seeing you dig your teeth into your bottom lips to stop yourself from whimpering aloud. Everything about you was just amusing to see and he couldn’t get enough of it.

His thrusts are blinding now, your whimpers turning into moans you couldn’t contain. Hyunjin keeps his fingers pumping at the same pace and he showed no signs of stopping. Your breathing picks up, black spots dotting your vision as it all becomes too much. Your legs have taken a mind of their own, both trying to scurry away and meet Hyunjin at the same time.

His name stumbles out of your mouth like a prayer, the only thing you can mutter as you feel the onset of your orgasm on the tip of his fingers. Alas the heavens hear you, and your walls spasm with each adding thrust, clenching around extremities as your release rolls over you. The long drawn out pleasure crashing down on you in a wave of exhaustion.

Hyunjin slows, but he doesn’t stop, fucking you through every pulse of your release. You pry your eyes open, looking up to see his image dotted with the spots just beginning to clear your vision. Your ears were still ringing, your breath still short. Hyunjin gazes down at you, eyes no longer clouded with the lust you could from earlier. He caresses the side of your face, brushing the hair sticking to your skin from the sweat.

“Did it feel good?” he asks, his voice gentle as always. You manage to give him a nod, melting into his hand as it cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin as if to bring you back. He pulls his fingers out, noticing the way you’re instinctively trying to get away from him.

But he keeps the pads pressed against you, slowly ghosting circles by your clit. “You think you can take another one?”

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ghoststann · 10 months

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butterflies // pierre gasly

Something flutters in your stomach when Pierre’s hand falls to your waist.

It was your birthday party. You decided to spend the night drinking and dancing with your closest friends. Pierre, who is more family now considering how long you have known each other, is one of them.

Did you always feel this way when you were around him? Maybe you were too young to recognize it before, or too afraid to name it. Tonight, you’re too drunk to care.

The way he grips the back of your dress makes your breath hitch. He pulls you so close to him that you can feel the heat radiating off his body. His eyes fall to your lips.

He is going to kiss you

A part of you hope he would. Another part is begging you to run away. Childhood friend love stories sounds lovely when you don’t dwell on how it can end in heartbreak. Anything can go wrong. If it did, you’ll never walk the streets of the Riviera the same way again.

You wonder if you said that out loud because before you know it, Pierre pulls away like he’s been burned. He dashes off with a half-assed excuse. You let out a shaky sigh and stumble your way to the bar.

The butterflies in your stomach climbs up your throat and turns to ashes in your mouth.

Pierre invited you and Charles for lunch. He told you he had something to tell you. He laughs as he greets you with a hug that lifts you of your feet. You squeal out in surprise, trying to squash the all too familiar feeling. He brings forward a shy girl, who he introduced as his girlfriend. The butterflies is replaced by something ugly and it claws at your heart.

Kika is sweet, and young. So much younger than you. You like Kika, despite what Charles might think. Somehow, the little bugger knew about your feelings for your shared best friend. Although, you admit that you would probably liker her more if she wasn’t with the man you’re in love with.

They were taking it slow and didn’t plan on going public yet. When their relationship lasted longer than any of his previous ones. You had lost hope, finally deciding to start moving on.

Realizations are made and you ponder on how much your life is entangled with Pierre’s. It’s impossible to completely cut him from your life. Not like you wanted to do that.

You just needed time to move on and not feel your heart break every time you see him. So you spent less time tagging along with Pierre and more time on your own. You went on dates and caught up with your other friends. Which is why you were surprised when you found out they broke up.

Hope bubbled in your chest then and it’s boiling over now.

Maybe you haven’t stopped. Maybe you were only pretending.

Pierre begged you to come. He even had Charles trying to convince you to attend the next race. Everyday he called to check if you already booked your flight.

I need you there, he texted

It hasn’t been easy for him last year, and this year as well. Red Bull demoted him after he failed to deliver the results they wanted. You watched as he beat himself up for not being able to keep his seat. Somehow, he is even more eager, if that was possible. Eager to prove himself and to prove them wrong

He speeds through the finish line to claim his first victory in F1. You were glad you came because you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if you missed it. The world is a blur but Pierre is in perfect focus. As you watch him sit on the podium he worked so hard for you can’t help but tear up. The cheering of the crowd becomes background noise.

When he steps down the podium, he makes a beeline towards you and crashes you into a hug you gladly return. You break apart but still hold on to each other.

“I did it!” He says, crying and smiling ear to ear

“Yes you did it!” You reply, holding his face as tears gather at your lashes. He takes one of your hand and kisses your palm. What he does next surprises you. He takes your hand and intertwine it with his. A simple gesture, but it knocks the breath out of your lungs.

Champagne is flowing and here you are thinking about his hands. You can feel your beating so hard in your chest. The grip he has on your hand is unrelenting. Only letting go to hug the people congratulating him, then he takes your hand again. Like he can’t bare to be away from you for longer than a second.

When you’re not greeting the people you pass by you’re staring at your intertwined hands as he drags you through the crowd.

Just let go, you think, how hard can it be.

As if it worked the first fifty fucking times you’ve tried. You tried to let go the day after your birthday. When he pulled away before your lips even had the chance to touch. When you looked for him in other people and no one could compare. When he introduced Kika, all smiles and blushing cheeks.

You shake your head and think this is the last time. You stare at him. Your best friend. Your first love. He is buzzing with adrenaline and his jaw must hurt with how long he’s been smiling.

First you’ll let go of his hand and then the hope that is fluttering in your stomach. With the greatest effort, you loosen your grip with the intention of pulling away. Pierre, oh Pierre, has never made anything easier for you. He holds on to your hand so tight you thought it might break.

The butterflies in your stomach come alive again and renders you speechless.

#pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly imagine #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x female reader.

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brain-detritus · 1 year

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Took Him Long Enough

Tech x reader

Tech is alone for the evening so he decides to run out and explore the underground marketplace on Ord Mantel. Due to an unfortunate accident, he’s been exposed to some ~mood altering substances~ and finds himself getting a little too hot under his armor. He’ll be fine if he can just make it home, where he’ll be alone, right? Yes, this is just another shameless flavor of sex pollen fic for the sluts. (It’s me, I’m the sluts)

NSFW, 18+ only

Warnings: rough sex, face fucking, dubcon if you’re REALLLLY squinting

Notes: ok so this is my first attempt at writing this kinda thing. My first fanfic actually so I’m super happy to receive any constructive criticism or notes on what you liked/disliked as far as style goes. A little bit of background- I always thought it seemed kinda uncomfortable for them to live on the marauder so I imagine that there’s an apartment above Cid’s that she rents out to them.

He actually made it back- his condition is worsening with each passing second. His goggles begin to fog up as he stumbles into the stairwell at Cid’s, giving her an awkward wave and a strained smile, trying not to look suspicious. The most he gets is an eye roll, a promising sign.

He all but trips over himself as he finally passes the threshold into their apartment. He was grateful the rest of you had left to run some errands for Cid- allowing him some privacy.

If only he had gone with you, he would be in a lot better shape than he is currently.

Truthfully he was working on a project before this. He had ventured out into the marketplace hopeful to find an essential part to repair Omega’s holopad. He had excitedly given it to her as a gift once he had saved up enough. Inevitably the thing met its doom at the hands of Wrecker. He hoped to surprise her when everyone got back.

It was a simple fix, but he couldn’t help himself from wandering into adjacent shops when something uncommon piqued his interest. He actually can’t quite remember what he was doing when he was exposed, all he had were blurred memories of broken glass jars and panicked apologies. His head was already spinning as the shop owner urged him to leave and seek medical attention for the overdose, clearly not wanting authorities catching wind of his side business.

Tech didn’t need a doctor, he needed to get home.

He briskly weaves through the crowded streets. He does his best to appear unbothered even as he was painfully aware of the growing discomfort behind his codpiece.He brings his fist up to his teeth to stifle any whines threatening to escape, the other still clinging tightly to that damned part for the holopad.

He feels a small pang of shame as he finds his thoughts drifting to you: your soft lips, the curve of your hips and the warmth between your thighs.

He fantasized about how the evening would have gone had you stayed behind. All the lonely nights he spent pining for you in his bunk or from his seat in the cockpit could not match the searing desire for you he felt now.

A crushing feeling of shame shook him out of his fantasy. You were his friend, it was indecent for him to think of you this way. Not only that, he felt it was embarrassingly hopeful. Despite the many less-than-subtle attempts by his brothers to get you two alone, he simply could not find the nerve to make a move.

Just the thought made him choke as he ducks into the next alleyway, shaking his head. He has enough to worry about right now, you were out and he could easily take care of himself. He just has to make it home…

He drops to his knees in the entryway. His limbs tremble beneath him as he struggles to catch his breath. He groans through his teeth as he notices just how hot the skin beneath his armor was. Wasting no time, he begins to strip off his clothes, pulling his right glove off with his teeth as his left hand fumbles to remove his belt. He utters a groan of relief once he is down to nothing but his pants and his boots. Finally alone.

Until he hears someone calling him from across the apartment. He freezes with hand at his waistband when he hears your voice.

He is mortified, sure you had left with the others. It was simply impossible to face you like this. What would you think if you wandered out into the hall to discover him on the ground, half-naked and…excited. What could he possibly say to explain himself?

“Tech, you better say something if it’s you or i'm coming out here swinging!”

He clasps his hand over his mouth to stifle a groan. Your footsteps grow louder as he frantically weighs the pros and cons of making a quick escape, only to find the decision has been taken out of his hands.

You’re standing over him and he hesitantly glances up at you. His eyes rake hungrily over your body. The exposed skin of your thighs, the way your shorts hug your hips, your arms folded beneath your breasts and your sweet smile. You looked so happy to see him.

“Fuck”

It’s all he can manage when he finally meets your gaze. Your face softens with concern. Something was definitely off.

“A little less eloquent than usual, Tech” You teased, crouching in front of him. “What happened to your clothes?”

It was so hard to keep his composure. He really liked the way his name sounded when you said it. “I thought you would be out with the others…why are you here?

You cock an eyebrow as you look him over

“Because I live here; and I was waiting for you.”

You gesture vaguely to the living space behind you a considerable amount of tools and equipment were beginning to pile up.

“We have a lot of unfinished projects just waiting for me to trip over.”

Truthfully you stayed behind to get some time alone with Tech. You often suggested improvements to equipment or to the marauder so you could get him to yourself. You’re pretty sure he likes having you around but you’re not quite sure how much deeper that goes. Even if he wasn’t interested in you romantically it was still nice spending time as a friend.

He sits back on his heels to adjust his goggles and catch his breath.

“This is humiliating to admit but- from my understanding I’ve been inadvertently exposed to some kind of illegal substance.” shuts his eyes tightly in concentration before continuing. “I believe it’s commonly used as a party drug…in much smaller doses.”

He manages to choke out enough details for you to piece together what might have happened, blushing once you get a thorough visual of the side effects.

He assumed you would be disgusted. He could see no other outcome than this forever damaging your relationship after seeing him this way. He fully expected you to walk out the door, disgusted, as he internally mourned the future he had pictured with you.

Instead you’re just concerned. You move closer to him, pushing aside any awkwardness to check his vitals.You need to make sure he’s safe. You gently place the back of your hand against his glistening forehead, doing your best to ignore the obvious bulge in his pants.

“Tech, I’m so sorry. ”

His breath catches in his throat as you set your fingertips against his pulse. You could feel the muscles in his neck tensing up at your touch.

“Physically you’re going to be fine”

You offer a lighthearted smile, hoping to alleviate some of the embarrassment. You didn’t quite feel bold enough to offer him ‘help’, but you had to admit that the way he was looking at you was more than enough to tempt you.

“If it makes you feel better, you aren’t the first person I’ve seen like this. It’s actually pretty easy to overdo it with this stuff- not that you really had a choice”

Tech was speechless for the first time that he can remember. What could he possibly say to you in this moment? He absolutely could not share with you any of the thoughts running through his mind.

He wills himself to move, to speak, to do anything but sit there helplessly. He finds himself raising his left hand to meet yours, still pressed against his neck. The other finds its place below your chin, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips.

Your eyes widen in surprise at the bold gesture. His thumb stills and the hazy smile leaves his eyes when he realizes what he’s doing.

“Sorry” He flashes an apologetic look but makes no attempt to separate from you.

“This is not like me, I promise I’m not some kind of deviant-”

“I know you aren’t” You cut him off as you move to take his hands in your own. “Here, get up. Maybe we should get you into your bed…you could sleep it off?” You stand and pull him to his feet, hoping to restore some dignity to the sweaty, shirtless, mess of a man before you.

You give him a moment to steady himself; his muscles faintly soften as you absentmindedly stroke his palm. Maybe this was what he needed? Any physical touch seemed to be providing a degree of relief.

“Does this help?” your voice is gentle as you try to ignore the fluttery feeling in your stomach. You took note of how much bigger his hands were compared to yours. They were calloused and scarred from his work yet still had a gentleness to them as he held onto you.

“In a way” he answered thoughtfully.

“Though if I can be candid with you it only seems to fan the flames, so to speak.”

Did he mean just the physical touch? Or does he mean you? It’s possible that he's desperately seeking relief and you are the first warm body he’s run into. You push those thoughts aside, re-centering your focus on Tech.

“I could get you a glass of water? Maybe a shower would help”

He paused a moment. His brows knit together as he considered his options.

“Perhaps a shower would help, If you joined me?”

You expect him to laugh, to assure you he was joking, but he does not rescind the offer. His previous hang ups about pursuing you are silenced as his desire reaches a breaking point.

He steps in closer to you and you tilt your head back to look up at him. Has he always been this tall?

His amber gaze scans your features from behind his lenses.

“Unless that’s not your preference?”

He raises his eyebrows, anxiously awaiting your response. He knew it was a longshot but in this moment he felt that there is no other woman he would rather be with.

“Me? Tech, are you sure you know what you’re asking? Maybe I’m misunderstanding-”

“Are the others wrong in their assumptions that you have-” he was sifting through his thoughts for the appropriate words “-romantic feelings for me?”

He tentatively squeezed your hands, hoping he hasn’t crossed a line.

“If so, I'll ask you to forgive me. After my exposure you have completely consumed my thoughts. Although truthfully, this is not much different from any other moment since we’ve met”

Excitement buzzed through your body at his admission. It was all you could do not to pull him close to you and kiss him all over.

“No. They aren't wrong” you admitted, shoulders tensed as you anticipated his next move.

Tech gently lifts your chin to meet his gaze.

“I can ensure the experience to be mutually pleasurable”

His voice is low and sweet as he cups your face.

You’re suddenly aware that he has been slowly walking you toward the lounge area behind you. Matching every step you take until you find yourself stumbling into the couch.

“I apologize for being so direct but I would love nothing more than to have you right here in this moment. If you’ll indulge me?”

He kneels in front of you, slowly sliding his hands up your thighs. His touch is excruciatingly soft. “I’ll do anything, Love. I would do anything you ask”

“I’m begging you, mesh’la” he lays his head in your lap, letting out a contented sigh.

“I need you”

He trails soft kisses from your knee to the hem of your shorts. His fingertips trace the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“You’re absolutely sure? This is what you want?” You confirmed one final time before giving in to your own desires.

“Yes” He breathes “This is what I want. Every single day this is what I want.”

You can’t help but take amusement in his melodramatic performance. It’s certainly over the top, and completely unnecessary as he’s already won you over long before this.

You bend forward, brushing your fingers into his hair as you invite him into a gentle kiss. He eagerly accepts, He brushes his tongue softly across your lips before gently moving past them.

You took a moment to breathe him in. An earthy musk mingles with his feverish sweat. Clearly he had been up early today working on the ship. He moans softly into your mouth, kisses becoming more fervent. His tender touch sends tingles through your body as he explores the bare skin beneath your shirt.

His attention drops to his hands as he hooks his fingers into your waistband. He retreats to look at you for final confirmation before quickly sliding your shorts down your legs.

He watches you squirm as he teases his fingers over your underwear. He slips his fingers beneath the lacy fabric, stamping light kisses on your inner thighs.

“Does that feel good?” He coos, having already found a comfortable rhythm between your lips.

You nod your head in response, digging your fingers into the grainy fabric of the couch.

Satisfied with your answer, he gently slides his hand down to your entrance.

“You are remarkably wet already” He pants, a cheeky smile flashed briefly across his lips.

Tentatively, he slides his middle and ring fingers inside of you, cursing as you clench around his digits. His thumb resumes his pace between your folds as his fingers slide in and out of your core. His cock strains against his pants at the obscene sounds of his fingers between your thighs.

Having collected a considerable amount of your juices on his hand, he reaches into his pants, in desperate need of his own stimulation. He groans as he begins brazenly thrusting into his slick palm.

Even as his need for release rings louder in his ears he holds out long enough to be sure you’re ready for him. He hooks his arm around your thigh and drags you to him, bringing your clothed heat to his mouth. Impatiently he pulls your panties to the side and leans in to taste you.

Under ordinary circumstances he would have gladly spent hours between your thighs, in fact he frequently caught himself daydreaming of just that. His mind would wander to you during any lengthy repairs to the marauder, usually becoming enough of a distraction to warrant a quick break to clear his head.

Tech finally pulls back from you with a groan as the pain from his erection becomes unbearable. He stands and plants his boot next to you on the couch. He extends his arm to steady himself against the wall behind you- still desperately pumping his length.

“Please” He mouths, only to guide your hand toward his discomfort.

“Of course, Tech.” Your mouth waters as you take him into your hands. You begin to slowly work his shaft. A twinge of satisfaction pools in your center as you listen to the string of obscenities drawn out by your touch.

You lean in to slowly lick the length of his shaft before taking him into your mouth. He bucks his hips in response, no longer making an effort to conceal his cries.

“Yes, just like that” his pupils are blown wide as he watches you bob your head up and down, whispering unintelligible praises between breaths. He presses his hips forward, urging you to take him deeper into your throat.

“Fuck, please y/n, I need to feel you”

He begs as he gently slips his hand behind your head to grab a fistful of hair. He holds your head in place as he rhythmically thrusts into the back of your throat. You gag as he quickens his pace, desperately seeking relief by pushing deeper into your throat.

You gasp when he pulls himself out of you, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry- I wasn’t thinking! I just-” He panicks. This is what he was afraid of, he had hurt you. He was sure he would never forgive himself as he watched you wipe at your smeared mascara.

“No, no. I’m fine.” you reassure him as you softly slide your hands up his thighs, resting them at his hips. You looked up at him meekly as you made your request

“I want you to use my mouth, Tech”

Your words elicited a visible shudder from the man, who only hesitated a few moments before repositioning himself at your open mouth. “anything you want, darling”

With your permission, he resumed his roughened pace, being mindful to allow you occasional breaks to catch your breath.

“You look…so...pretty…with my cock in your mouth” he groans between thrusts, his hand planted firmly behind your head as he vehemently chases his release. After a final few, deep thrusts he slowly pulls himself out of your mouth and kneels in front of you.

He searches your features as he brushes your hair out of your face, lightly cradling your head in his hands.

“Still doing alright?” his voice is heavy and his breaths are unsteady, all of his focus is now on you.

Before you answer, you raise your hands to his face, repositioning his goggles that had slid down the bridge of his nose.

“Yes” you begin pleading “Please, Tech. I need you to fuck me”

More than happy to fulfill your request, Tech lowers himself between your thighs and goes to remove your underwear.

“Your shirt” He mutters, fully focused on sliding your panties off to reveal your bottom half. You comply, swiftly removing your top and tossing it behind you.

With your heat sufficiently exposed, he draws his eyes to your chest. You feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as he leans in to meet them. A calloused hand greedily cups your breast as he sighs softly into your mouth. He lightly brushes his fingertips over your nipples, making you shiver.

He eases you onto his length, scrutinizing your features as you stretch to accommodate his girth. The scorching heat of your core sends a tremor through his body.

He allows his head to fall back, a hiss escapes through gritted teeth as he slowly bottoms out. You barely have a moment to adjust to him before he really begins rutting into you. Tension visibly dissolves from his body as he finally finds the friction he was aching for.

His pace is relentless, spurred on by your lecherous cries. He holds you firmly in place by your hips, fingers sinking deep into your soft flesh. It’s not long before a fervid sensation creeps behind your skull, causing your walls to clench around him.

Picking up on your body’s signals, he bends forward and cages your head between his arms, purring softly into your ear.

“Go ahead, pretty thing. Cum for me”

His words send shockwaves through your body as you reach the peak of your orgasm. He stays close, holding your shaking thighs and riding out the aftershock with you.

Satisfied with his work, Tech carefully repositions you. He pulls your back to his chest, supporting you in his arms. Carefully he lowers you down onto his pulsing length. His hand moves to lightly grip your throat, steadying you as he bounces you in his lap. His eyes close as he falls into a feverish pace, gasping and whimpering into your hair.

“I’m so close, love. Where can I…”

“Inside.” you gasp as you steady yourself on his forearm. “You can cum inside me”

His grip tightens around you, growing more flustered as he approaches his climax.

He plants an unexpected kiss on your temple as his thighs begin to tremble. You feel him pulsing inside you, on the brink of his long anticipated release.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as he paints your insides, embedding himself into the warmth between your thighs. The muscles in his arms twitch around you as his pleasure overtakes him. You listen to his labored breathing as he nestles his face into your neck.

He keeps you close as he comes down from his high, finally finding reprieve from his condition. Neither of you spoke as you listened to the sounds of each other's breath, slowly drifting back to reality.

His fingertips glide over the vulnerable flesh of your neck before he dips down to plant soft kisses below your jawline.

“Thank you” he hums, gently tracing shapes along the length of your arms. You stay like this for a while, finding comfort in each other's closeness.

He sits back into the seat and adjusts your position in his lap. Reaching beside him, he grabs one of the throw blankets and wraps you both in its warmth.

“Are you comfortable?” He asks, checking to be sure you’re fully covered.

“Very”

You lay your head against his chest and hear his heartbeat steady.You feel yourself drifting off, only awoken when he finally speaks again.

“I hope you don’t think less of me after this”

His voice is unsteady as he pulls you closer to him.

“I don’t regret our encounter but I am deeply ashamed of my behavior”

Embarrassment bubbles inside you at his words. You had let yourself believe this was more than a quick resolution to his discomfort. You felt foolish for believing it all, of course it’s not his fault but you should have known he would have said anything to get relief.

The lump forming in your throat stopped you from answering, the silence only broken by the steady pounding in his chest.

“I had hoped our first time might have been much more intimate.” He continues, oblivious to your inner narrative.

“I was planning the perfect evening for us- granted that I ever gained the courage to ask you”

You leaned to the side so you could look up at him. He was already looking down at you through half lidded eyes.

“Although, I think we might have just circumvented that milestone” he adjusts his goggles and offers a bashful smile.

“I think it was long overdue” You give a quick squeeze to his hand. “It was nice, and I was happy to help”

He nodded then set his chin on the top of your head, squeezing you just a bit tighter

“Agreed.”

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When the others got back you all gathered at the bar to get caught up on their usual shenanigans, Cid never sent them on a mission that would go smoothly. Tech immediately presented Omega with her newly fixed holopad. After a quick talk about the importance of keeping her things out of Wreckers destructive reach, Omega quickly ran up to her room stating she had a lot of reading to catch up on.

You returned to the bar to find that Tech had already gotten you a drink, a subtle gesture that did not go unnoticed. You thanked him and reached your hand out to give his a soft squeeze.

“Oh my god, I knew it!” You are all startled by Cid’s sudden outburst.

“Knew what?” Hunter questioned, clearly already annoyed with her after the unexpected terrors he faced on the last mission.

She nodded in your direction, a smug grin creeping across her face.

“They finally did it- Look at ‘em! Pay up, Killjoy” she turns to Echo with an outstretched hand

He looks between you and Tech, then rolls his eyes as he digs through his pockets for any loose credits. “You two couldn’t have waited another 14 rotations?” he grumbles as he places the contents of his pocket on the bar in front of him.

“I’m not sure what you’re referring to” Tech tries to play coy but he is thwarted by the flush on both of your faces.

“He’s talking about you two finally hooking up. Took ya long enough!” He laughs as he chugs the rest of his drink. “HA! I didn’t think you had it in ya Tech!”

He gives Tech a rough shove on the shoulder as you bury your face in your hands.

“You are as subtle and eloquent as ever, Wrecker” He says through gritted teeth.

Hunter brings his hands up to rub his temples, finally putting a stop to the nonsense “Okay, enough, all of you! You’re giving me a migraine”

#tbb tech #the bad batch #sw tbb #tech x reader #tbb x reader #bad batch tech #tbb wrecker #tbb fanfiction

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zzoguri · 6 months

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on the drive home ➵ ji changmin

the three times changmin thought you two would be okay, and the one drive home that made him realize he was wrong.

requested by @vernyangel for the song "on the drive home" by niki

genre/warnings ➵ angst no happy ending, established relationship, afab reader (no-gendered terms), lowercase intended, reader is shitty but changmin still excuses their actions, jiwoo is chuu btw, chanhee is the best friend who knocks sense into changmin, sadly no proper conversation about the problem happens

word count ➵ 2.6k words

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it’s a slurry of orange and red hues that cascade all over town. the buildings are only but a blur of figures that fill the windshield, and the pavements do not hold a living soul. with the windows rolled down, warm tones fill the car, the faux leather seems to glow, and the hands on the steering wheel reflect the shades of the city.

anything but silence fills the car; the melodies from the radio are low, and the whispers of the wind hit against eardrums. but these sounds are not enough to break the tension between changmin and you.

he doesn’t bother to talk like all the other drives back home. for once, it’s quiet on his end. he does not bother to admire the hues of the sky, and he decides against commenting on the songs from your playlist. instead, he looks at you all while your eyes are trained on the road.

he leans back in his chair, head pointed to you, and takes in the sight. the hazy buildings along with the sun setting are only a background made for you, and shades of orange make your skin glow. to him, you still look like the same person he first knew—the one who transformed the meaning of home—but now, you are nothing like the one he fell in love with.

a disheveled maze, constellated and intertwined, but somehow, my favorite kind

the sounds emitting from your speaker bounce on the four walls, filling your room with the sweet harmonies of niki accompanied by plucked guitar strings. the lamp shines over sprawled notes written in handwriting only you can decipher. all while you work, changmin is lying down on your bed. his hums come and go, his attention being divided to whatever he comes up on his phone.

the familiar strumming of a guitar plays out; it’s one you and changmin know by heart. he’s ready to sing along to snow patrol, murmuring during parts he didn’t know the lyrics to. then the song is cut short; an unfamiliar tune plays out. his eyes snap away from his phone to stare at your slouched figure by the table.

“awe, why’d you change it?” he whines. not a single response comes from you. he frowns at your back but decides to not ask again. maybe his voice was too soft for you to even hear him, or you were too caught up in your work to pay attention to his thoughts. either way, he wanted to respect your study time so long as you took enough time to rest.

a bell rings out. changmin looks back to his phone to see a text message from chanhee—are we still meeting for dinner?

“hey, are you still up to have dinner with chanhee?” changmin asks as he sits up, hair ruffled into a mess, and still…

this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. you were the type to not answer if you were caught up with something. but changmin is used to it, understanding that you needed the space to focus which resulted in tuning everything out.

he stands up and walks towards you, his hands landing on your shoulders. still, no reaction. he starts to frown at your behavior. usually, you would at least acknowledge him at this point. “earth to y/n?”

a disgruntled sound leaves you as your eyes remain on your notes. you still continue to rewrite them all while changmin stands behind you. “do you want to have dinner with chanhee?” he asks once more only to be met with you shaking your head. he hums for a moment before suggesting, “do you want me to order some food instead?”

“no.” it’s the first time he’s heard you speak since he arrived.

a pout appears on his lips. “but… you haven’t eaten.”

“pointing out the obvious, mister.” the tone is harsh, enough to have him flinch. the grip on your shoulders loosened. in front of him was a version of you he wasn’t used to. it almost seemed like you were mad at him but he didn’t know why.

you let out a sigh. “sorry, i’m just not in the mood today.” the apology that leaves your lips almost sounds genuine. “i just have a lot of things to work on, and i need to do it now or i’ll be behind.”

changmin nods before letting go of you. “is there anything i can do?” you go back to saying nothing, only shaking your head once more, and he takes it as a sign to not bother you further.

“okay,” he whispers, taking a few steps away from you. “i’ll go have dinner then with chanhee, okay?” once again, you don’t respond; you don’t even bother to shake your head this time.

he quickly types a reply to his best friend—yeah, it’ll just be us. y/n’s got some work to catch up on. he grabs his bag that rests against your bed frame and looks back to you whose back still faces him. he walks to you and faces your cheek. a frown rests on your face, clearly concentrated on the work you’re doing.

“i’ll go, okay? just let me know once you’ve eaten.” the question is soft, but your hardened expression doesn’t falter. so he kisses your cheek, lips lingering a few seconds more than usual, before saying, “love you, take care.”

“stay safe.” your response is almost soundless, but changmin catches it. he grins at your words—it’s enough to patch up the wound you inflicted moments ago. so he exits your room, leaving you the space you seem to need.

floating in a sea of missed calls and excuses

it’s cold tonight; the wind comes in waves, hitting changmin’s cheeks in full force, and the leaves rustle along. he loves it when the weather is like this; it’s an excuse to wear hoodies without having his fingers fall off. but most of all, it’s an opportunity for him to snuggle up in bed with you. he would rest his nose against your cheek and leave trails of kisses all over your collar area, only until you’d tell him to stop from how ticklish it feels.

but tonight, he stands in the dark right outside of your favorite restaurant. the luminescence pours out, the chatter from customers and staff seeps through the cracks of the windows, and the smell of dishes lingers in the air. everyone seems like they’re having the time of their lives—can changmin say the same for himself?

his eyes stare at his shared messages with you—still no response from you. a sigh leaves him.

you were not the type to ditch plans. if something came up, you would message him as soon as you found out. but now, it’s 30 minutes past the time you were supposed to meet him, and there was no message regarding your absence. so he calls you, places his phone against his ear, and waits for your answer.

it rings for a while. changmin is almost scared you won’t pick up—what if you lost your phone? what if you were kidnapped? or what if you got into an accident?

“changmin-ah!”

changmin lets out a sigh of relief as he hears your voice. “where are you?” he can hear the faint sounds of music playing from your end, but he doesn't hear a word from you. “y/n?”

“huh? oh, sorry. what were you saying?”

his eyes flicker to the restaurant sign. “where are you? i’m already here.”

“already whe—oh, there!” you cough. “i can’t make it.”

changmin frowns before asking, “what’s wrong? are you okay?”

“yeah, i just can’t make it.” he bites the inside of his cheek as he listens intently to your words.

“but we planned this for a while now.” he looks down to the ground as he paces around, kicking a stone off the sidewalk. “we haven’t gone on a date in months,” he whispers.

“i’m with jiwoo right now.”

his eyebrows shoot up before he asks, “is she okay?” he doesn’t want to make you feel guilty if your best friend needs you. you only hum back in response. “okay, do you want me to pass by?” not a single response comes from you. all he can hear is the muffled sounds of chattering and the faint notes of whatever song is playing in the background.

“hello?” he calls out once more.

“oh, sorry! i was talking to jiwoo. anyways, i really have to go!”

“oh, okay. love—” the call drops. “—you…” the last word trails into a whisper. you don’t even bother to say your usual farewell.

he bites the inside of his cheek as he looks down at his phone, looking back at his chat with you. as he replays the conversation, a prickly feeling consumes his heart—enough to form cuts on the organ but not enough to stab it all the way through.

the next thing he knows, he’s calling his best friend. two rings later, he picks up, even faster than you did. “changmin-ah?”

“hey, chanhee. have you had dinner?” changmin asks as he walks into the restaurant. he quickly tells one of the staff his name for his reservation.

“oh! i was about to.”

the waitress signals that they have his table, and so he follows her to where he’ll be seated. “okay. do you wanna have dinner with me?” he asks.

as they arrive at the table, he notices the setup is nicer than usual. a candle sits in the middle of a pile of fake rose petals, and a bottle of your favorite wine in an ice bucket standing beside it—they’re all special requests made by him just for you. so he signals to the waitress to clean up the roses and remove the candle. the wine that was meant to be shared with you will now be shared with his best friend instead.

“huh? i thought you were going on a date with y/n.”

changmin sighs before taking a seat saying, “something came up. they’re with jiwoo right now.” he watched her clean up the table, leaving the two sets of tableware untouched.

a beat passes.

“okay,” chanhee whispers back. “i’ll see you at that restaurant, right?” and changmin only hums before hanging up on him.

when his best friend arrived, changmin smiled at him. thankfully, tonight’s reservations would not be wasted. but for the rest of the dinner, changmin avoided talking about you.

i sit here with glistening eyes as the stripes on my back chip and dry

changmin stands outside of the door, a plastic bag full of your favorite takeout food in his hand. tonight was supposed to turn out right; come home with boxes of chinese food and spend the rest of the time talking about nothing or everything—whichever you wanted—but he doesn’t know where he went wrong.

the door swings open and it reveals his best friend. confusion paints chanhee’s face, but changmin grins as he raises the bag up. “i brought some food if you haven’t eaten.” the smile on his face is bittersweet. no matter how many times he may try to play this whole thing off, chanhee knows his best friend.

so chanhee only nods and steps to the side, letting him into his apartment. it’s instinctive for him—go to the kitchen, remove the food, and microwave it. so chanhee goes to the fridge, pulls out two cans of beer, and sets them on the table. as soon as dinner is ready, the two sit across from each other before digging into the meal.

from how changmin looks, it seems like he isn’t up to talking. all he wants to do is eat in silence, but chanhee knows it would be wrong to leave this situation hanging in the air.

“so, what’s up with you two?” changmin looks up to see his best friend whose eyes are on him as he slurps up some noodles.

“what do you mean? everything is fine,” he shoots him a smile before grabbing some beef and broccoli. as he chews away, chanhee sighs as he shakes his head.

“you know that’s a lie.” his best friend is always the type to be straightforward. if changmin was wearing an atrocious outfit, chanhee would let him know. if he was overreacting, his best friend would knock some sense into him. but most of all, if chanhee smelled bullshit on changmin’s end, he would call it. chanhee believes that his best friend’s situation is no different.

so chanhee asks, “what happened tonight?” but changmin refuses to answer, letting the silence take over—it’s enough to speak for him. he bites the inside of his cheek, drops the fork on his plate, and rests his arms on the table. as he looks intently at changmin, he says, “i think you need to talk to them.”

changmin rips his gaze away from chanhee, looking down at the food that he moves around on his plate. usually, he would listen to what his best friend would have to say, but now, he wished he could block him out.

“i wouldn’t talk about it if you didn’t want to,” chanhee starts off. “but i can’t stand watching this unfold any further. i don’t want you to keep getting hurt.”

changmin only sighs as he continues to play with his food until he feels his best friend grab hold of his hand. he looks up to see chanhee whose face is painted with concern. “i’m serious.” it’s a testament to the gravity of the elephant in the room you and he share. “this isn’t healthy, and you know that.”

changmin wishes he could retort back—you two were only going through a rough patch because of different schedules and priorities. if chanhee dissed his outfit, he would defend his fashion choices. if his best friend thought he was overreacting, he would justify his behavior by pointing out the circumstances that brought this reaction.

but the only time changmin could never defend himself is when chanhee calls bullshit on him, so he chooses to stay silent. he doesn’t try to argue with his best friend. instead, he only eats his food and hopes that this will pass—you two will be okay.

but for now, the night is young, and you are here, and snow patrol just came on the radio

changmin breathes in the sight of you, almost like it’ll be the last time he’ll ever see it, and bites on his tongue. the words shall remain unspoken. but a familiar song starts to play out, a shared favorite between you two, and he cannot help but feel his sentiments start to spill out.

“it this the end?” the question is almost soundless but he knows you hear it over the vocals of snow patrol. your hands grip on the steering wheel, and you swallow down nothing. still, your eyes remain on the road.

changmin hopes you shake your head, telling him that everything is fine, or maybe even ask what he’s pertaining to. he wouldn’t have it in him to let go of what you two formed together—a home in each other in a town that never did justice to the term. he’s only learned what it means to have one through you because you built it with him. any other response would be fine so long as it wasn’t an affirmation of his fears.

but the worst came like the breeze that hit changmin’s cheeks—you nod without sparing a glance. with a simple nod, everything he knew disintegrated.

you held the sledgehammer and swung it against his heart made of glass, and the shattered pieces fling against the wall. that action alone should be enough for him to feel anger, despair, sorrow. but he’s okay with picking up the glass shards, left to clean the mess you left because you’re still home to him even if he may not be yours.

without uttering another word, he lets his eyes drift to the road—this will be the last time you two go on the same path. but for now, he’ll remain content with his last moments with you.

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sciencelings-writes · 9 months

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The Ballad of Frost and Flames

Day 2 of Zelink Week 2023 hosted by @zelinkcommunity

Prompt: Forbidden

WC: 1,178

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48498928

Another part of my Fem!Zelink AU, takes place during the time Link is in hiding from the king, what better place to hide than right under his nose at his own masquerade ball.

Link adjusted her horned headpiece in the mirror once more before fastening her scaly white mask to her face. Her fiery orange lips were barely visible under the dragon's snout but she was still glad to have taken the time to let Urbosa paint them on. She had spent so much time trying to reject her femininity to appease other people that she had nearly forgotten that there were parts of it she enjoyed sometimes.

Her clothes were a stunning display of warm tones and flowing fabrics, shining gold embroidery and scarlet beads. Surrounded by the ashy colors of smudged makeup, her ocean-blue eyes nearly glowed beneath the masquerade mask.

She couldn’t help but grin nervously at her reflection. Urbosa had told her not to worry, that there was no way that the king would recognize her but she still felt the need to hide a few small blades in her clothes… just in case. She didn’t have to work too much to fit a few scimitars beneath her thick furry belt.

The ballroom was a chaotic mess of vivid colors and elaborate costumes, it seemed like even the wealthy enjoyed some form of enrichment, and Rhoam would do anything to raise the general mood of the population, considering that their hero was in hiding and their princess had yet to show signs of divine power.

They had been told that Her Highness would be forgoing the event to focus on her prayers, even the king had been convinced of this, knowing that his daughter wasn’t much for parties anyway. The trusted sheikah advisor had been assigned to her protection all day, and she would never betray the king's trust, right?

Urbosa had refused to tell her what the princess would be wearing, but she had made the educated assumption that it would match her own in some way. She wasted her time speculating on whether it would be leaning into the same element as hers was or inspired by something completely opposite but still somehow related. She had heard tales of both different kinds of fire and water dragons before, perhaps it wasn’t even a dragon at all, but some other beast only found in stories. But Link wasn’t creative enough to come up with a solid idea without snatching a book from the royal library.

Link meandered casually through the masses of sparking gowns and vivid displays of fashion design, freezing in place nearly every time she saw a pair of green eyes, though she was always disappointed. Thankfully she didn’t need to identify a certain set of eyes to know when she saw her Zelda.

She was crowned by a cluster of shimmering pale crystals, and wrapped in a cool blue dress that left skin exposed at her shoulders and risque slices above both of her thighs. Her white dragon mask was nearly identical to Links, though under it her lips were painted a blue common among the gerudo. She had a feeling that by the end of the night, they would turn a little more purple.

Her eyes met a pair that resembled a patch of lush grass bursting out of a layer of snow and suddenly the overwhelming noise of the people around them blurred into the background like they were really a mile away. Her scarlet lips attempted to pull themselves into a giddy smile, but she managed to tame them into something more of a playful smirk. She wanted to seduce the princess, not look like an excited puppy, and she really didn’t want to disrespect her elegant outfit by acting like a doofus in it.

“And I thought I would have the best costume here…” Link said once she cleared her throat after she caught herself staring a little too long at the slits that showed off the smooth skin of Zelda’s hips. She didn’t have to wonder how soft the princess felt beneath her callused fingers, but the thought of it still sent her heart racing a little faster than it had been a moment before.

“You could use a little more skin showing, but I’m not complaining, I think you look quite handsome in red, have you ever thought about dying your hair?” Zelda smiled as her hand grazed the sash that was tied across her torso.

Later they would discover that there was a third dragon-themed set of clothes that showed a lot more skin, but Urbosa thought that Link would be more comfortable with the Dinraal version. She was right, of course, but that didn’t stop Link from asking to borrow it for more… personal use.

“Perhaps if I ever need to get more covert with our meetings, I wouldn’t be opposed to it…” The hero went to place her hand on Zelda’s back, to innocently lead her to the dance floor, only to delight in realization when her palm met bare skin. She was liking this dress more and more, especially when she felt her princess shiver beneath her gentle touch.

Link couldn’t help but wonder if anyone would notice any suspicious red smudging on the princess's back, or if her waterfall of golden hair would be able to cover whatever evidence of her hero’s lips being there she would leave behind.

One night, that was all they could manage.

One night in the public eye, one night without having to worry too much about being discovered, one night to pretend that they were both normal and not failures of destiny. A night like this one was unlikely to ever repeat itself again. They had to take advantage of it.

Before the sun rose, Link would have to sneak out of the princess's room, in a stealth suit provided by Impa, knowing that their time together would never feel like it was enough. There would always be one last kiss before the long spans of not being able to catch a glimpse of each other. One day a sweet goodbye pressed on the lips of the princess may be her last, one day the end would come for them and as the whole kingdom knew, they would fail to defeat it.

But for now, the spirits of ice and fire danced. They laughed and spoke with their heads so close to each other that they could breathe each other's air, though the snouts of their masks prevented them from getting any closer without some seriously strategic movement.

Perhaps if things were different, if Link had been born following how the legends wrote she should’ve been, or if Zelda wasn’t a princess born to continue a legacy that was mandatory to the safety of the kingdom, If her father could manage to allow her a single reliable relationship that brought her endless joy, if the end of everything weren’t approaching at an unknowable pace.

But that wasn’t the world they lived in, and someday, they won’t be able to hide anymore. At that point, it was unlikely that there would be a happy ending. However, their odds were already pretty terrible, what was one more risk?

#zelink week 2023 #zelink #zelink community #fem!zelink #Lesbian Zelink AU #botw #this one is a short read but i hope you guys like it anyway

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indigoraysoflight · 8 months

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29 nedcat 💓

Hey nonny, here you go <3

29. childhood friends

She had to stop smiling at him. Her cheeks hurt, and he most definitely thought she was being a weirdo now. It had only been a couple of hours; it was too early to break the weird meter.

When she saw him emerge through the double doors of the event hall at their high school reunion, she recognized him instantly. His jet-black hair was tucked behind his ears, and his warm grey eyes searched for any face he could remember. Then his eyes locked with hers across the room, and he granted her his rare true smile.

Ned.

A thrill that lay dormant within her for 20 years crashed against her and rippled through her. A smile tugged at her face, and Catelyn couldn't stop herself from jogging up to him and hugging him tightly. They spoke to each other almost exclusively for an hour, retracing their steps and catching up.

He'd joined his father's firm and adopted his sister's son - Jon - after she passed away in an accident a few years ago. He moved to Riverrun with his son a few months ago to diversify their business in the south. Catelyn told him of Brienne - the girl she was adopting after fostering her for a few years. They'd swapped their life stories and reminisced until he leaned in and asked, want to see if that drive-in theater is still open?

Now she was sitting in his car with a smile plastered on her face with the two triple thick chocolate milkshakes and one greasy pepperoni pizza watching him run into her favourite bakery to see if they had any lemon cakes left at the end of the day.

He walked out with a big smile and held up a brown paper box. "SUCCESS!"

"My hero," Catelyn giggled before she could stop herself. "That's not- I mean. That's nice. Thank you."

My hero? Really Catelyn, can you try to be subtle? She laughed nervously and looked away as the flush in her cheeks got worse. She wanted to throw herself out of the car and hide. It was bad enough that she'd spent all evening ogling at his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders, but now she had to act like a lovesick teenager too.

"I dunno if it's me being a hero or simply outrunning that old man who looked pissed that I got the last lemon cake." His voice rumbled through her as they drove to the late show of When Harry Met Sally.

"Are you saying you'd fight an old man to get me lemon cakes, Ned Stark?"

"Absolutely." The utter seriousness in his voice made her laugh.

That laughter melted into a deep-seated longing within her as soon as the movie began. Catelyn didn't know if it was the movie they'd watched in this drive-in theater at least ten times in high school, the fact that he'd almost dueled an old man for pastries, or that he was here. Ned. Older, wiser, and rougher around the edges - but he was still Ned.

Her Ned - who would stay up late to help her study for her English exams, bought pastries for her every Friday with his allowance, held her through the grief of losing her mother, and brought a new flower for her from his visit to Winterfell each summer. The boy she'd been in love with for as long as she could remember. Her first love, first kiss, first - everything. The one that got away when they had no choice but to part ways after high school because he moved back home to Winterfell, and she went back to Riverrun.

Billy Crystal's face on the screen blurred in her eyes. It was Ned's calloused thumb brushing the tear on her cheek that moved her gaze to him. His eyes had been on her - she didn't know for how long.

"I've missed you so much," his voice was thick with everything she wanted to say to him.

"Are you... will you....do you.." Are you staying? Will you leave again? I can't lose you again....she trailed off not knowing how to form the words to express what she meant.

"I'm here to stay." His thumb brushed against her jawline, and his eyes fixed on her lips.

"Good." Catelyn's eyes dropped to his lips.

In the background, Harry started his famous monologue as the movie approached its happy ending.

She didn't know which one of them closed the gap, but when Ned Stark's lips collided against her own - Catelyn Tully was home.

"...I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of the life to start as soon as possible."

#the last part is from Harry met Sally if you haven't watched the movie #highly recommend checking out the monologue if you havent watched the whole movie it's cute #ned x cat #writing prompts #anon ask #my fics #ned x cat short fics

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 2 years

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7:48ᴀᴍ

➜Pairing: Various starwars!character x reader

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, Jedi!reader, angst (?)

➜ Word Count: 0.6k

➜ Notes: I don’t know how to write angst

“I love you y/n,” they smiled down at you as they spoke those words, the ones you had longed to hear from them for months – no, years. Your heart swelled and your face broke out into a smile as you opened your mouth to reply with the words you had longed to tell them. The words never came though. Instead, a faint beeping in the background that grew louder and louder, seeming to come closer to you each time it went off, and you turned to see what it was, only to be met by a void of darkness in front of you.

And then,

Your eyes opened as the blaring noise of your alarm clock woke you, but you didn’t turn it off. Opting to laying there for a moment, letting the clock beep in the background while you skimmed over the contents of your dream tiredly.

After a minute you reached over to the side table clicking the alarm off, your movements slow and sluggish. You covered your eyes with both hands, rubbing them in an attempt to rid them of the tiredness that was weighing down your eyelids and begging you to allow yourself five more minutes of rest.

You refused though, pushing yourself up so that you were sitting upright and sighing as you stared down at your lap, head hanging as if ashamed of something. The wiring of the overhead fan and rustling curtains were the only sounds playing in the background as your mind raced, replaying the dream you had had and then settling on a single thought. Them.

It was always them. Always had been and would be them, ever since you were younglings. Your feelings had grown from a silly little crush to something much deeper and you had shoved it down settling for friendship. It had been enough for you, until now. Lately your feelings had become too much to bear knowing they weren't reciprocated.

You were a Jedi though; you shouldn’t be feeling this way about anyone, right? You weren't supposed to form attachments. But your heart seemed to have a mind of its own, one that didn’t like that reality and you felt sick to your stomach as you thought about it.

Your heart clenched painfully in your chest and tears filling your eyes as you began to mourn everything that could have been all over again. This routine of breaking your own heart with thoughts of an unattainable reality with them every night and morning was beginning to tire you in a way sleep couldn’t fix.

The thought of all those nights that could have been spent with them, in their arms talking about everything and nothing, but were instead spent falling asleep on a tear-stained pillow was only one of the things that made your heart hurt.

You could see it clearly in your mind, what being their lover would be like. You had imagined It all. All the stolen kisses, secret smiles, and discrete touches. All the peaceful mornings together, filled whispered promises of never leaving and all the nights spend with their lips on yours kissing you breathless, their hands on your waist holding your body close.

You could never have that though, and you felt your heart shatter over the thought all over again. Your hand came up to your chest, gripping the fabric of your shirt that sat over the center of your chest and clutching at it as if you had been physically wounded. Then, the tears began to fall, flooding over your waterline and blurring your vision. One after the other until you were sobbing. Broken sounds escaping you as you cried over what you could never have with them.

All that you had, would ever have and could ever have, were the dreams of what could have been.

And that was just going to have to be enough

Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Obi wan Kenobi

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Wander x GN!reader

-"He goes seeking the same same moon we met under"-

"When am I going to see them again?" Wander wondered to himself all over again. His mind was filled with fuzzy, filled by the shilouette of a stranger with, their face blurred, so the background behind them, he has only one clear picture: His hand was being held by yours, you were turned hence he only rembers how your hair and your back look like

"Were they even real?" At this point he only thinks that some will of the archons wanted him to suffer, but why? Was a person he met once,plus someone he doesn't rember about so important? Why was the constantly thinking about it? Why? Why? Why? Too many "why?"s and not even one "because" to reply his storming questions, no relief was given to his pulsating head, he was trying to rember so hard how you looked like he actually feels overwhelmed. He cusses under his breath

"It can't be, it can't be, it can't be!" He repeats leaving his boring homework on his brand new desk that Nahida got only for him. He closes his eyes in frustration

"Guess I drank a lot that night..." Hold up, that means he was at Lambad's Tavern, right? And maybe you were,too. Did you two drink together or just made eye contact? Maybe he saw you talking yo your friends when you were turned on your back. Too many "maybe"s and not a single "for sure".

Wander gets up from his desk,leaving his homework rotting on it, he doesn't even care about them anyway. Wander finally steps outside in sumeru city,he spent the whole day to the Akademia, doing homework, exchanging books and all scholars stuff. When he lays his first step in Sumeru city the moon the sky is already sparkling with stars and of course the full moon watching over the Tevyat sky every single night. Moonlight embraces all the surroundings around. Wander lifts his head up to witness the beauty of the moon, it looks made of the finest silver, it poses heavenly, who wouldn't stop to look at the moon just for a second? Sumeru city was still crowded, dancers, merchants, families, kids playing, no familiar faces around, even the traveler isn't there. They went with Paimon to Fontaine still looking for their sibling. Wander avoids all the people around him on his way to Lambad's Tavern. The place is almost empty with still a few of usual customers venting with their drink, he does recognise one of them: Kaveh. The blonde architect man who won the Akademya Extravaganza, his face is layed on the table,hair in his hands. Kaveh's body looks asleep, the opposite his tired broken voice. His words are broken, too. The only he can hear are: "Debt" and "Alhaitham's house" the rest are just random words mixed one with another. Being there reminds him of that evening, he was there to get a drink or two, then what? Wander seats at a random table, he can't rember the one of that night, he doesn't order anything this time though, he crosses his arms, his hat is slowly tilting off his head, however Wander doesn't notice that at all.

...

"Hat guy. It's you" 'Who's there?' Wander can't recognize the voice speaking to him, apparently he layed his head on the table as Kaveh did and fell into a fast sleep. Wander lifts his head up a little, vision blurry a little as he sees someone in front of him. Is that you? Wander gets up from the table raising his body with his arms, doing that his hat totally falls off from his head.

"Don't you rember me? It's Kaveh", Kaveh knees down to take his hat

"You know I have seen you without your hat. We were fighting for that diadem"

"Yeah I do rember that, Kaveh"

"It's been a long time since we last had a chat wasn't that? So, how are you doing? For sure you're not the type to drink at the tavern late at night" Wander borrows back his hat from Kaveh's hands. "Oh by the way I heard you just joined the Akademia. That's fantastic, you'll get to know many new things and if you're Lucky you might find some of my notes in one of the books"

Wander hears trough kaveh 's drunk voice he was still upset about something, that's why he just nods at him, Kaveh smiles at him as a response.

"Hey boss! Put two more drinks on my Bill. I want to treat my friend with a drink"

"There won't be need Kaveh. I'm not drinking"

"Aww,are you sure?"

"Yes i'm sure, now please, sit down" kaveh and Wander both seat down.

"You still haven't answered my question"

"What was that again?"

"Why are you here,Hat guy?"

"Why would you suddently care about my doing, kaveh?" Wander scoffs "I'm not telling you"

"Come on I'd love to know! I won't tell anybody, I promise" Wander sighs

"Fine I'm looking for someone whose look Is misterious to me"

"How can you look from someone if you don't even know they look like?"

"If I knew who they were I wouldn't be here totally clueless"

"Yes you have a point"

"Kaveh, were you here about four days a go?"

"Uhm..." Kaveh rubs his forehead with his nails. "Oh yeah,I was here with Alhaitham, Cyno, tighnari, Alhaitham, traveler and Paimon before they left for Fontaine"

"you said Alhaitham twice"

"..." Kaveh groans, he hates talking about him however his name comes out of his mouth every time he has a conversation.

"I also rember some scholars sitting not so far from us, maybe there" Kaveh points a now empty table.

"Of course!" Wander sighs as he can now rember: Four days a go some of other scholars went by the tavern to talk about their projects, researches ecc. Wander was invited, too. He was not interested at all, he only did it for Nahida, who's trying to get him to know lots of new people. Some of the projects were actually interesting,some were boring. That's when he saw you, the person with the blurred face, (Hair color) hair, (skin color) skin. You were studying the origins of poetry and you self said you loved poetry. You stood up and started to introduce your recent poem: Under the same moon. That means you're a scholar, too. What a relief he can meet you for most of his time.

"Alright boys, it's time to go" Lambad, the owner of the tavern took the last glass from the table

"I have just to clean this, you boys go" he demanded. Kaveh gets up with the few of strength he has renaming. Wander helps him to get up and leads him outside.

"Should I call someone to come and pick you up?" Kaveh's head lays on Wanderer's shoulder,his hardly standing up by itself.

"Don't call Alhaitham" He spouts.

"You're seriously obsessed with Alhaitham"

"I'm not!" In the moment Kaveh replied Alhaitham walked in

"Finally here you are,Kaveh. I looked for you everywhere"

"What are you talking about? I can perfectly walk home by myself. I've got the keys!" Kaveh travels his hands in his pockets, looking for the key, his eyes are wide when he can't feel them on his fingers

"Where's my...key?" Kaveh realises he lost his keys,

"not again" he sighs. Alhaitham smirks in amusement while he shows Kaveh his keys

"These keys?"

"You took them from me!"

"You just forgot them on your desk between all the mess you've made for your ultimate project" Alhaitham crosses his arms

"Let 's go, you smell like alcohol" said so Alhaitham has his way by their house

"Wait for me, Alhaitham!" Kaveh closes his fist in anger.

"See you around,Hat guy. I hope this helped you somehow" Kaveh gathers some strength and runs after Alhaitham. There he is alone, once again. But hey he wasn't left empty-handed. He knew something about you! Guess that's an achievement. On his way to the place he sometimes calls "home", where he stays with Nahida if not wandering in Sumeru, Wander lifts his head up again, the moon is still watching over the endless night, the people he saw before,all gone. Just him and the moon. Wander uses his powers to fly up on a tree, the highest he can, he seats on a branch. Wander keeps looking at the moon, without realising a smile borns on his face after a long time. his peace is broken by a CRACK right under him, the branch he was sitting on just broke, his hat falls off his head, Wander menages to rescue himsel, flying. Wander lands on his feet, takes his hat when he notices something on it. On the top of it a little drawing of a star, made by black ink, it's not a symmetric star, the right point is smaller than the left point. His memories turn back to him again:

---------BACK FOUR DAYS A GO-----------

You and Wander just got out of the tavern with your unpaid drinks, you were both kinda drunk at that point

"Bet I can reach that branch" Wander points at the same branch that just broke. "...Before you"

"Bet!" You reply. You were confident on winning and you start climbing. Wander laughs at you. In the time you were up Wander was already sitting on that branch, waiting for you

"Took you long enough,I was about to fall asleep"

"How did you do that? I haven't seen you climbing"

"I've got my ways, my ways" you sit at the branch under his

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm (your name), you?"

"Wander, I'm Wander"

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"He and she,

they were sharing young, forgotten love

He and She.

Two hands, four eyes, two mounths

Under the same moon.

May the night be their home.

He and she in the sand,

dancing their last scene.

They knew to be blessed

by each shooting star,by the night

Under the same moon"

He repeats your poem. His eyes finally close for the last time that night, finally falling into a quiet and desidered sleep

-Jason

WOOO my First Time writing a Fanfiction ya' all! I Hope you enjoy your reading!

P.s: If anybody knows the artist of the art above please inform me!

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin wanderer #fanfiction #genshin impact kaveh #kaveh #genshin impact x you #yn

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erabundus · 9 months

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❝ ... you wouldn't know it's such an ISSUE from the outside looking in, but people actually get topographic and topological confused more often than you think. ❞

❝ i see. ❞

❝ you get it! you're sooo smart, ren — of course you do! but this government lady who hired us had no idea what she was talking about. there was this one time ... ❞

the streamer drowns out the rest of his words until they become little more than an indistinct blur. ( white noise, humming along in the background. ) he traces the edge of his glass with one painted nail. the drink inside is a dark shade of red like pooled blood — it tastes like SOUR CHERRIES and makes his mouth go a bit numb. not bad, but not nearly enough to give him the buzz he's looking for, even after two of them. it's been ages since ren last went to THE ABYSS; long enough that the cocktail menu is entirely different. he wishes he could remember what his usual order was called, but he's fairly certain the name has been changed to something unrecognizably pretentious ... assuming it hasn't been scrapped entirely.

ren raises the glass to his lips and takes a shallow sip. this was a bad idea; he wants to go HOME.

it's a bit funny how difficult that word is to define these days. is home niwa's house — and the guest room he's so selfishly set his roots in? is home the apartment, hollow and lonely like the tomb he spent his childhood languishing about? if home is some fantastical thing that could be found within ANOTHER PERSON, he thinks he's probably been evicted. it was only a matter of time — and that house turned out to be a great deal colder than its inviting exterior made it out to be. the ceiling leaked when it rained and the hot water ran out too quickly, but it's hard to say whether it's worse than being stuck out on the streets. ( alone and shivering. ) perhaps he was simply so enamored with the idea of having a roof over his head that he was willing to take ANYTHING. he isn't sure. he isn't going to try to pretend he's been close to perfect — but he doesn't think the lion's share of the blame rests on his shoulders ... for once.

it's around that time the streamer realizes the background chatter has come to an abrupt stop. cartographer guy ( because he still REFUSES to learn his name ) is looking at him expectantly, and ren slowly lowers his glass in response. ❝ um. what? ❞

❝ oh! i'm sorry, did you not hear me? ❞ ugh. why is he so fucking nice. it's nauseating. ❝ so far, i've been the one doing all the chatting ... but i invited you out to catch up! ❞ he flashes an awkward little smile that the streamer does not reciprocate. ❝ how have you been? ❞

... oh. perfect. talking about himself. as if this entire conversation wasn't miserable enough already. ❝ great. ❞ he replies tersely. ❝ just great. doing fine. ❞

❝ yikes ... that badly, huh? ❞ the glare ren shoots his way has him holding up both hands in faux-surrender. ❝ sorry, sorry! geez, if looks could kill ... ❞ words trail off with a faint laugh. ❝ um ... listen, i know we barely know each other, but even i could tell there was something STRANGE about how quickly you agreed to this. don't get me wrong — i'm thrilled to be here! ❞ the streamer arches a skeptical brow. ❝ really. and i'm also sorry if i'm crossing a line by saying this, but — ! ❞

❝ you are. ❞

❝ but! ❞ he raises a finger. ❝ it seems to me like maybe you're just looking for a DISTRACTION. ❞ and something about the look on ren's ( traitorously expressive ) face must CONFIRM that theory, because it gives the cartographer the confidence to continue. ❝ if something is bothering you, i'm willing to shut up and listen. i've heard it can be pretty cathartic — you know, venting? ❞

venting. the streamer's gaze flicks down to his drink. he tilts it to and fro, watching the single cherry swimming around its crimson contents sway from the movement. ❝ you really don't want to. ❞ he says flatly. ❝ i'm a little above your pay grade. ❞

❝ aw, c'mon! i might surprise you!�� ❞ a disbelieving sigh. ❝ okay, well. how often do we actually meet face to face like this? or talk — at all? ❞ that much is at least enough to have ren look back up again. ❝ see? this is basically as close as completely anonymous as you're going to get. nooo strings attached. ❞ he wiggles his fingers as if to EMPHASIZE the absence of these imaginary strings. ❝ i can't promise i'll be able to dispense some sagely advice in return, but it has to be better than keeping everything BOTTLED UP inside! right? ... no pun intended. ❞

he swallows back the compulsion to ask what the aforementioned pun actually is. ❝ if you tell anyone, i'll kill you. ❞

❝ sure! ❞ ... disgustingly chipper.

❝ ... ❞ ren stares into his drink for a moment, expression wrought with indecision. he's reluctant to open up to anyone — even the few he finds himself feeling particularly CLOSE with. much less a stranger with an apparent propensity for meddling in matters far beyond what he has any right to. nosy bastard, the streamer thinks, brow furrowing in wordless disdain. at the same time, he would have SHOT DOWN the offer long ago if it wasn't tempting. at least, tempting enough to warrant serious consideration. his thoughts are a tangled mess and his emotions ugly and obscure enough to confuse even ren himself. he doesn't want to subject anyone in their ragtag social circle to what poison steeps in the depths of his consciousness. frankly, if the streamer could exit his own head as easily as he could a car, he knows he would do so in an INSTANT. ❝ ... fine. ❞ fine. against his better judgement. he downs the rest of his drink in one go to the sound of an impressed hum.

❝ ... but buy me something STRONGER than this — i'm going to need it. ❞

#𝟎𝟎𝟓 : 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴. ◟ status .◝#𝟎𝟏𝟕 : 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘳𝘺. ◟ v. modern .◝#alcohol tw #( i am just out here writing whole fanfictions of ren being terribly awkward in social situations and honestly me too buddy )

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priohuq · 5 months

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Okay, this is gonna be the kinda post that probably none of you follow me for, but you do follow me and now you must reap the consequences of that decision.

I've been watching Blood+ recently. It's an anime from 2005 vaguely based on Blood: The Last Vampire.

That's all the background context I care to give here, you have access to the same wikipedia I do.

Minor spoilers and major rambling follow. So if you like anime about girls killing monsters with a katana, maybe go watch it first. I'll wait.

Recent episodes (Here meaning, episodes I saw recently, regardless of actual release date) haven taken place in London/The UK. And, I was quite surprised at how accurately it seems to portray the UK?

Burger King, beer and soccer all exist internationally, but who the hell knows about Boots outside the UK? (If it's actually very well known then I'm about to find out just how sheltered from humanity I am and cry a bit.)

I also noticed some of the background noise on the streets of London seemed to actually have English voices in it?? Could have just been a stock sound effect, or maybe one of the creators went so far as to actually go to the UK and recorded some audio while there. Either way, it's a level of detail I really didn't expect to hear. I also have no idea how to look into what actually happened behind the scenes, if such things are on record.

Anyway, I get to episode 35 and I see this building.

The sign is way too blurred for me to read, but something about this building makes a spark in my brain. The scene that follows this shot, taking place inside the building, suggests that it's some kind of taxidermy museum. I'd recently had a conversation with a friend, about a museum I'd get taken to as a kid, which also had a lot of taxidermy in it. So I guess it was on my mind. (If you're curious, it was the Horniman museum. The walrus there taught me how to fear.)

My autism fully engaging, I take to google maps to see if this is even a real place. I went through EVERY MUSEUM IN THE UK with taxidermy in it. There were actually only like five, it really didn't take long.

It exists. Sadly lacking the sign with a zebra on it. It's the Natural History Museum at Tring and it contains dead things.

While looking into this place on wikipedia to write this up, I found that until 2007, it was called the Walter Rothschild Zoological Museum, which seems to match what the unreadable blurry screenshot above might say. The museum was initially the private collection of a Lionel Walter, 2nd Baron Rothschild, who happened to also be a big fan of zebras it seems.

My guess is that at least one person involved in the production of Blood+ had been to the UK, maybe even this museum in particular, and it ended up in the show. Again, I haven't looked up behind-the-scenes info, and don't even know if it's on record.

Something I do find interesting, is that in my admittedly very brief google searches, I couldn't find any references to this. Part of the problem is that "Blood" is also a word, so my searches were pulling in some medical related results. But even the Fandom (ick) wiki for Blood+, in the synopsis for the episode, just calls it a museum. That same wiki has pages for the Metropolitan Art Museum in New York, and the Vietnam History Museum in Hanoi, as they appear in other episodes.

I doubt I'm the first person to find this information, but I guess the cross section of people who saw Blood+, people who recognise or hunt for British museums they see in anime, and people who talk about these things on the internet is very small.

Seeing real places in media can be fun. I once spent a few hours looking up locations shown in Digimon Story: Cyber Sleuth on google street view. On a different occasion I came across a collection of google map pins for the different locations in Steins;Gate.

I don't know how popular Blood+ was, or how good this museum is. I just find it weird that I couldn't find any record of this connection at all. But it's also more than possible that people did notice it, and I just couldn't find it. It feels like it should at least be a poorly worded item on an IMDB trivia page.

#anime #rambling #blood+#blood: the last vampire

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penname-artist · 2 years

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"Scared Sober" - A Blade and Nick drabble. Trigger warning for mentions of an abusive relationship.

He had forgotten about the wonderful feeling of drunken freedom. It had been some time since he'd really gone and done himself in, and it was a special occasion anyways. He had his friends around, and Blade drinking alongside him. What was the harm in just one night overboard?

The speakers were booming, cranked up high as the group sang off-key to their own karaoke. It was a smaller party than Nick was used to, just their own crowd of CHoPs people, friends and coworkers alike, but it was slamming nonetheless. Couples were getting frisky against the suggestive music lyrics, and the rest of them were getting to the point of cheering them on. It was easy for things to get out of hand.

Nick was keenly aware of the song that started up next. It was one he hadn't heard in a long time, and for a very good reason. But he was too tipsy to pay too much mind, and he wasn't going to be a stick in the mud and ask for them to skip it just for some old unimportant reason. He finished off the alcohol sitting in his plastic cup, and left the door unchecked.

It happened so fast, he didn't have time to react even if he'd been sober. Someone behind him, with loud, drunken laughter, took a misstep. Nick wasn't looking in his direction, he hadn't known that he'd slipped. All he knew was that in an instant, someone grabbed him hard on the shoulder, pulling him down and back.

And he snapped. Nick tore himself away from the other's grasp, stumbling away too quickly and too drunkenly to stay balanced, and fell backwards onto the floor. He scrambled the rest of the way back, staring wide-eyed at his friend, who sat gripping the coffee table. His vision was starting to blur, his breathing was quickening tenfold. He was losing it.

A silhouette was rushing towards him.

"Nick, Nick are you alright?"

'Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump...'

Blade's hand tried to turn Nick to face him, but he'd barely touched his cheek before the other flinched away. Nick covered his mouth, pulling his legs close to him; covering himself, steeling himself. Blade was speaking, but he couldn't hear him. The only thing cutting through his mind were the words of the man before.

'Don't be shy, doll...'

Nick tensed. He could feel his stomach muscles contracting. The song still playing in the background was pulling him back to that apartment in Arizona.

'I know you'll give me a great show, Kitten...'

Dizzy, he moved only to aim for a suitable nearby trashcan. He was shaking horribly, Blade was hanging onto his arm, and his thoughts were jumbled up and strewn all over the floor. His dark eyes were burning through his brain; eyes that wanted him, wanted his body, wanted his wealth.

'Let me see it baby. You can't hide from me...'

He scarcely remembered the rest of the night. It wasn't pleasant, full of struggling to see straight in his drunken state, afraid for his life that he was left vulnerable. Blade was at his side, squeezing his hand and trying to keep him grounded. He'd never seen this before. This wasn't like him. Something was horribly off, and for the rest of the party he kept Nick close and comforted, hoping that he would be alright again...

When Nick started to stir again, Blade was at the side of his bed, worried as a puppy dog while he brushed aside his forelocks and readjusted his blanket. As soon as he noticed Nick awake, he moved in to hug him, as gently as he dared. Nick felt awful; exhausted, spent, and hungry as shit.

"Are you okay?" Blade asked for the fifteenth time. Nick opened his mouth to tell him he was, but...

He wasn't.

Something caught up with him, old memories. Things he hadn't told anyone here about yet, presumed that up until now it wasn't necessary information.

He hadn't thought about André in a long time. It had been years behind him, now, something he forced into the furthest corners of his mind. He hadn't even realized how quickly something so small could bring it all back.

"I...need to tell you about something." Nick said finally. He was sure that Blade's response would be immediate, but he deserved to know what had happened then. He trusted Blade wouldn't ever do the same.

He made sure to let his partner know about what triggered it all, too. How he needed to be more careful not to overlook things. Blade nodded with understanding - having his own things to avoid - and pulled the younger close, keeping him safe.

Notes:

I have a really weird discomfort/hatred of pet names, which is partly why they're in Nick's flashbacks of André. I always just see it as some creepy comment, it just unnerves me. In a weird sort of way, aspects of this whole fic concept are based on some personal experiences, mostly in the sense of the relapsing PTSD and how that happens - the whole "there's things here building up to discomfort, but I'll tolerate it until it goes too far and I can't anymore". Sometimes you just need to write yourself through another character in order to free your sanity.

#disney planes #disneyplanes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes 2 #blade ranger #nick lopez #nick loopin lopez #blade x nick

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simpingwriter · 11 months

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Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'Revenge and Redemption:

In the Name of Love'

Pt.4

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Found a better, more...planned way to prepare for the chapters. Didn't make me write and Post any quicker, did it now? But I didn't make it easy for the second book anyways, dumping two fresh games (plus an unfinished one) and two new characters into the crack pot, in less than three weeks. That I haven't lost it totally yet is surprising, really.

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.006 Words

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Your feet hit the ground hard as you barely slipped from their grasp – a squirming Grogu held tightly in your arms – and out of the burning ship through the broken cockpit window, not able to waste another second to say your heartfelt goodbyes to all the people that tried to keep you safe. Your only family.

Tears stung in your eyes and obscured your vision you ran as fast as your could feet could carry you, feeling your shoes – something that Zeta planned to replace tomorrow, when life was still alright – fall apart at the rough rubble of this rock desert. Soon their soles were ripped too much to be of practical use and instead began to slow you down, using your recently sharpened and polished claws to rip them clear off and flinging them in some ravine, but not without blasting them with enough of your fire to turn them into charcoal. Leave no trails.

'As a survivor you need to hide your tracks wherever you go if you ever have to hide' were Zeta's words once, his voice now haunting you, his shouts for you to run. To save yourself and the little one…

They all bought you time, they all saved your life one very last time.

Grogu kept looking behind the both of you over your shoulder and whether it was him making sure you weren't followed or the much more realistic, depressing reality, that he was looking where Din was, wondering…wondering what took him so long.

Din was basically like the Kid's Dad by now, hell, he was like yours too now, sharing that spot with Zeta. He had taught you so many things during Bounties, tricks the Clones never even heard about…

But Grogu, he saw him as even the bigger hero, to Grogu, Din was unbeatable.

Thankfully he was still sound asleep in his floating crib when you grabbed him out of it, he didn't have to witness what Din did to save you two, not even him able to hold back his screams of agony at the end. But it would also make explaining to the Kid where his dad went and why he didn't come back harder. You don't know if you had the strength to tell him, partially not wanting to believe what you saw yourself.

The explosion in the background, far too distant to see now but more than loud enough to hear the full capacity of it…it was your former ship, you knew that immediately. They tried to get rid of all their tracks, of...of the bodies.

It was when you heard two other ships getting closer to your area that you went back to reality. You're the two last survivors of this, they are coming for you, two of the possibly last Jedi in the whole galaxy…you couldn't kark up now, you needed to survive today!

No matter what came tomorrow, or the days after!

Their deaths cannot EVER be in vain!

You feel yourself waking up from your surprisingly good sleep, no memories of potential nightmares as you feel more rested than ever. Is this what a good morning feels like?

Just as you're about to pull your arm towards you to rub the annoying sleep crust from your eyes, you feel your palm impact with something slightly soft, someone cursing under you, "Owww…! Did you just slap me?" The person whines equally tired as you…under you?

Fighting the blur of your still sleepy eyes and the sleep stuck to them, you look at the familiar face of Cal. Shit, you just slapped him awake…but why are you here-

Wait, you remember now…the events of yesterday hit you like a slap itself, the way he crawled under the covers with you and you both spent the rest of the day watching weird Documentaries on the HoloNet as is wasn't evening yet exactly but he also wasn't needed for a mission yet. That and other activities during the Documentaries...

"I'm so sorry, Babe…" you mutter, ignoring the funny look he gave you for the sudden new pet name – never having heard you using one for him before – kissing the side of his face apologetically, Cal stretching his own arms now and rewrapping them around your naked form. This was everything he had ever waited for and you clearly as well. Thankfully you both had already seen each other naked on Tatooine before, so when you both undressed yesterday, it ended up being less awkward. Not entirely without some red and purple faces, but it could've been much worse.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he once again got to see your body, your scales not just growing wherever they could and wanted, but instead with intricate and planned out patterns, looking like waves of void black and their golden, shiny edges giving you the look of an incredibly expensive piece of art.

You were his treasure, he would never let you go, not again.

"How did you sleep, Dragonfly?" He yawns, gently feeling and petting the healthy wing, growing a grin when your chest produces something akin to a purr but more deep. How could a girl with such a melodic voice as yours produce such tones? There were still so many mysteries left around your kind, the Kaluk. At this point, these hidden research papers intrigued him as well and maybe you'll both get to look at them soon enough.

"Better than ever. My last bed as good as this one…was on Coruscant." So at the Jedi Temple, he noted. He was still surprised how you both not once met, well at least until he and Tapal got stationed over Bracca...and all that shit happened.

But that you two not even once crossed paths? And he was very certain that he hasn't met you as a Youngling or Padawan, you're looking not exactly very forgettable with your horns and all.

"Because my Master tried keeping me away from any more potential rejection, after an accident. Most of my time as a Youngling, he trained me somewhere else than at the Temple to avoid my peers…"

While through that way you never found out if really all other Padawans would've treated you differently for looking different, you also learned so much more about everything around you than most Padawans your age. So Galactic Geographics Class and History of certain Planets was easy as pie to you.

"That's actually horrible, I…I would've loved to meet you back then! We could've been friends, you could've shown younger me to be more confident and everything!" But if you meeting each other was really caused by the Force itself, that you two are meant for each other…if you would've met that early, your potentially building connection would've been seen as an attachment…they would have separated you two as soon as they noticed a change in his or your behavior when around each other. And from what you learned about yourself, such an event would've made you lose the balance Tegra tried to teach you.

It was already difficult to hide all affection that went above friendship when you had been on the Mantis…but in THE Jedi Temple, where the council and a whole number of other strong Jedi lived?

"You got a good point there I guess…doesn't change my opinion though, I would've wanted to be your friend and to meet your own Clones…ones that don't attack you on sight because of someone's command." Right, his Clone Commander and his subordinates weren't as lucky and smart to remove their chips, Cal had a much different memory of his Clones. His tried to kill him, not to keep him safe…

But he was obvious about not wanting to divulge in what they did today, his thoughts more interested in yours, what they were like after they got their command transferred to a little goblin like you. Wait, pause, did he really just call younger you a goblin in his head? "Well, I think you would totally have been pocket sized, if you're still that short tod- OW!" He immediately shuts up when you repeatedly hit on the shoulder with a grimace, it was about just as childish as younger you would've been. So there he had his taste for what could've been. "Don't ever call me pocket sized again…or…or I'll find an even more embarrassing pet name for you!"

He did not take you serious at ALL, pulling his eyebrows up with a grin, clearly ready to- "You wouldn't. Challenge you? Any karking day, you love me too much to be mean-" "Firecrotch."

Oh you just didn't, he thought, staring at you with wide eyes as it was your turn to triumphantly grin as his mouth hung wide open with shock. "Told you, don't challenge me, be it physically or verbally. Now you're never…NOT…Firec-" He pulled you into a fierce, angry kiss, anything to stop you from using that name a second time. You're such an asshole sometimes, but he really didn't expect you to know…that word. Well, duh, you spit literal fire yourself, everyone has a crotch – most do at least – and it wasn't hard to string both words together when you see a hot ginger like him, was it?

"Actually, you probably would've bullied me, huh?" He asks as you part away again, a satisfied sigh at your lips, licking them as you ate up the blush your new nickname for him caused for him, "Well, if you ever had too much time to read like me, you'd know the bully to Lovers-Tropes." You sang before kissing him again, without any restrain or worry of getting caught, feeling both your pheromones fold out and starting to cover the whole bedroom by now. This was going to be your favorite room on all of Nur…

"No, never heard of it, what happens in them?" And Cal wasn't lying to keep you talking, he really never had as much time as you to read at various planets' libraries, always having been stuck on Bracca till he was found out and collected by Cere. That was nearly two years ago.

"Well, usually starts out as your average bully, Kyra…and the average Victim of the bully, so…you, Firecrotch…" You drag out the nickname, pointing at each other as you begin to explain this cliché as kark romance trope. One of the most basic ones to write for, there were at least 100 at every Library you went to and pure boredom made you read almosy Every. Single. One of them. Not without of course taking breaks and reading what you came in for in the first place: historical books, science books, etc.

Usually ended up with you having extremely funky dreams about physicist-bullies having rough hate-intercourse with their bullied peers: some extinct sentients or an historical artist that nearly started a galactic war. You stopped mixing genres immediately after the fifth dream that built that way…

"But aren't I dominant in bed? Why am I the one being bullied then?" "That term is only important in public, until they end up in the school or work bathroom, the gym or at one of their homes. Afterwards roles get often reversed…then you fit in as well, F-" Another kiss to shut you up as your evil, playful grin returns. "You're pure evil." "I know."

You both fell silent after that, now just enjoying the quiet, relaxing atmosphere, the windows of the bedroom having a dreamlike view of the ocean life. Who knew Nur had such a vibrant fauna? Besides that nightmare creature from yesterday-

Clearly you never could've known from that one time you passed by all these years ago, just barely remembering the name enough to have it ring a bell when Cal told you where you are.

It was rather insignificant to you back then, which is surprising to you when you looked up nearly every planet, moon or sun you passed on your chaotic, unplanned ping-ponging trips across the far and wide map of the Galaxy. You even had read about Mustafar itself, just not Nur. But since it was nothing but a previously uninhabited rock floating in space until the Empire took it for their operations – that knowledge in courtesy of Dr. Puloria talking a lot – it surprised you not all that much. She was the perfect spot for gossip on the Inquisitor Base, that was sure even after just knowing her for maybe two days and few conversations.

You look away from the window that brought you so deep into your thoughts in the first place, checking up on Cal when he stopped caressing you with absent-minded, feather light gestures, palm idle on your naked waist from when he rolled you both around to continue hugging you from behind. The obstructing wings were not keeping him from trying to get as close as possible to your irresistible body heat, nose buried into your voluminous mass of hair.

"Something is wrong and you're not telling me…again." you claim with sadness, carefully rolling back over to face him – watching your injured wing with keen eyes – to see the pained expression he had been hiding. "It's about...BD…his, the state he is in now, it haunts me to look at him, the scraps left of him. Had I…had I just caught you both, then this all wouldn't have had to happen. He would still be able to fill this silence with his beeps and boops…he wouldn't have let us sleep this long at all." Right, BD is…BD is gone.

In all your joy of being together with Cal once again after all, you forgot the little guy. The one that never left either of your sides. And you, you just scrubbed him from your mind- "You didn't forget him. You never would, you're too kind to forget even the smallest creature." You're not kind, you try to be but selfishness is part of your nature. You're the sole reason the smallest creature in your care…

"I have seen…parts, of your past, while we slept. I- you did everything you could have back then." "You clearly didn't see everything. I let Grogu down. Now I repeated my mistakes. I had the job to protect the weakest in the pack and I karked up."

He sighs, almost physically feeling the walls you had pulled up at that subject. It would take a long time to make you think about everything once more, to see it with the perspective he had with his ability. The eyes of an outsider.

But he knew one thing he could show you, to perhaps give you hope, that you weren't a lost cause, as you called yourself.

Almost on reflex, you stood up along with him as he was silent the whole time, leading you to a door your room didn't have. Opening it, you're greeted with a tiny walk-in closet he rebuilt to fit a small workbench inside and a rack for all kinds of tools and replacement parts for mostly his new lightsaber. But also a few spare parts that were definitely not for lightsabers, you knew that much.

But the pile on the workbench had your real attention, a choked sob escaping you as you hurried over to the table, shaking hands hovering over the scraps, afraid to break even more just by being here now, by accidentally breathing wrongly.

BD…he...he was mangled, just like in the memory you saw through Cal's eyes. But in reality the damage looked even worse, he was missing a leg, the metal of his body was pressed inwards together, barely resembling him anymore. His Optics were both beyond repair, one lying next to him, a sign that Cal tried to recover as much of his best buddy as possible.

"I'm not showing you to torture you even further. I can feel your guilt, it's eating at you almost as much as your wish for vengeance…to make them pay for what they did." He stepped next to you, almost like he was paying his respects to the Droid. Was there nothing you could do to fix him?!

"That's why I brought you here. I…I want- needed to let you know that I haven't given up on him. And to remind you that you haven't either, despite what your thoughts try to tell you. BD is never going to be really gone, not as long as we keep going for him."

Gaining the courage from his words, you pick up some of the stray, fringed wires sticking out from the bent and nearly clipped off second leg, letting your blunt claws glide over the colorful silicon running over the copper wiring. He is absolutely right, you can't let him down a second time by leaving him in this state…left to rust and decay.

"What would we need to fix him?" His eyes widened when he finally found his smile once more as he hugged you close to him in barely contained excitement, "I like that tone much more with you. And to answer your question, I made quite the list…but on Nur I'm not a mechanic or even a scrapper anymore, I can't make such requests without getting denied…"

He let you go for a moment to look for said list, new found energy in him as well, now that he finally had been able to show and tell you what he was going to do... If he had the right tools and materials. A minute later, he came back up from under the workbench, a bit of fine metal dusting on his hands as he handed you a hand written note. In a place like this, that was probably safer…but if you really wanted these things, you would have to cause at least a bit of ruckus, a bitter realization he made when he heard your thoughts.

He wasn't lying, that's a long list. Not as long as the Grocery List that you handled back then on Bardotta but it did give you a heavy sense of Deja Vu. "It does, doesn't it? But this time it has an actual use, everything on here is important. Especially the welder. The one I already owned…it broke, I never managed to get my hands on a new one since then, same reason as I just told you why I don't have anything else on this list yet."

Cal lost his pocket welder? He fixed so many things on not just BD or his Lightsaber, but sometimes even whole parts of the Mantis! All with that small thing, fitting into his pants' pocket!

"And what makes you think I got a better chance? The new one?" He did remember that only yesterday you got your request shot down almost immediately, he was there!

"Yes, I know. But…you know…you're much more intimidating than me. The Troopers responsible for relaying the manual Delivery Requests would shit their Plastoid shells!"

Ohhh, you didn't have to grovel at the prune's feet again? That's something else. You were great at Intimidation Tactics! You would make them quiver and mewl in their boots-

"Save your dark thoughts for when we need them, my love. If we want to do this, we need to get dressed first."

Your eyes wander down at his mention of clothes, feeling your face heat up and your clearly drifting thoughts return to the present as you were made aware of the fact that you both were still as naked as the day you were born. "Yeah…probably a better idea, no?"

The still chaotic closet, your own sets of uniforms having been thrown in just haphazardly yesterday when you both immediately found…uh, better things to do.

Who knew highly detailed Documentaries about Wookies led to such primal, near feral sex and soft cuddles afterwards?

"Ready?" He asks, watching you test the flexibility of the "casual" uniform, so no armor plates, just the black and…purple bodysuit. They were just as comfortable as they looked on Cal, you could see yourself actually enjoying wearing them.

"Yes, I am, you?"

"Born ready!" "No you weren't, we all were born crying like pussies-" "Kyra…my moment…"

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