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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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Do you consider a possibility that c!Punz never betrayed c!Dream in the first place and whole "I'm sorry, Dream -- but you should have paid me more" thing was a facade and undercover for Punz? Like Dream said that Punz should not associated with him, so it was intentional-

staged disc finale theory my beloved !!! :D it’s definitely one of my favorite theories, though i’m still holding out (for now) as for believing super firmly in one direction or another (tho the staged finale is definitely the one i prefer for Many reasons, haha.) c!punz is so so fun no matter if the betrayal was intentional or not, but oh boyyyy if it was something planned ,,, man .

*c!dream voice, after quackity starts visiting*: the risk i took was calculated, but man am i bad at math.

anyway c!punz and c!dream interactions make me soft as heck so have this !!

tw: implied torture, abuse, violence, blood, injuries, emotional distress, panicking, dehumanization, unhealthy coping mechanisms, unhealthy mindsets, illness, trauma, flashbacks, starvation mention, suicide mention, death mentions, dark content, dark imagery, prison arc/pandora’s vault themes, c!quackity critical/dark portrayal of c!quackity

Dream comes to in vague moments and flashes.

There’s a hand brushing over his forehead, too gentle to be Quackity or the Warden, not Techno because Techno is Gone and he has Left and won’t come again, running through the sweat-soaked locks and pulling them back out of his forehead. He’s unbearably hot, shifting around on the ground, only barely registering it moving beneath him. Water, cool and clear, is tipped in between his lips, quenching his thirst and easing the dryness of his mouth. Someone speaks, voice low and rumbling, and even though he’s unable to make out the words, there’s something about the cadence of them and the specific rhythm in which they move and rise and dip that is bone-achingly familiar, enough to lull him into a fitful sleep. Through it all, there is always something, someone, lingering in the edges of his vision, a shadow standing near and watching over him; part of him remembers Quackity, remembers the Warden, and recoils in fright; another part of him remembers Techno, remembers the barest flashes of a life before obsidian and lava and pain and hell, and wants nothing more than to get closer.

When the fog in his head finally clears away enough to think, the first coherent thought he has is oh fuck, I need to piss.

Which, out of all possible things to think, is probably up there as one of the worst, and he’s sure that when his head feels a little less like it’s trying to actively kill him (ha, let it- it’s far from the first to try) the panic will settle in as it always does. As it is, he’s exhausted, and hungry, and he really really needs to pee- so he forces his eyes open to move away from where he’s probably still stuck in a puddle of dried blood in the middle of his cell.

The second coherent thought he has is this: this isn’t Pandora.

The realization has him thoroughly awake, eyes snapping open out of his previous fatigue to take in his surroundings, feet kicking out to the weight on top of them that he hadn’t even noticed was there, panicking against his restraints that end up not being restraints at all, giving way easily under his thrashing and resolving to what appears to be a thick blanket when he has the mind to look. With the covers gone off of whatever he’s lying on (a bed?) he’s suddenly, unbearably cold - the prison has always been hot, the lava baking into him and leaving his skin sticky with sweat, and he thinks that the room he’s in is probably not meant to feel like a fucking freezer, but after months of being one wrong step away from heatstroke, anything cooler than the goddamn Nether feels like literal ice against his skin. The room is wooden and cozy and oddly familiar, an open door leading to what appears to be a bathroom and a closed one going who knows where, window panes built into the opposite wall to let the sunlight in. It’s a nice room, all things considered, and Dream fucking hates it.

He pulls himself to his feet, cursing at the wobbly edge to his stance when he finally manages to stand, his vision wavering dangerously in time to the spinning of his head. His eyes flick between the two doors - he still needs to go to the bathroom, and using it now will lessen the amount of things to get in the way of his escape in the future - but at the same time, there's no knowing when people will come to (hurt him, beat him, starve him, punish him, leaving him bruised and bleeding and half-dead on the floor just as he deserves) him and he needs all the time he can get to get the hell away. In the end, he slinks into the bathroom, ignoring the thudding in his chest as he does so - at the very least, the cabinets in the thing might provide him with some manner of a weapon.

He’s only just past the door on the way out - a fucking broomstick in his hand because it’s all he could find - when his ears catch on the sound of metal clicking against each other and his eyes fall on the knob of the other door shaking as someone makes their way in. All at once, panic slams into him - goddammit, he should’ve just run when he had the chance - and he directs quick, desperate glances at the window. Maybe, if he’s fast enough, he can book it out of there and disappear into the trees; it’ll hurt, but it’ll be better than getting caught. Anything would be better than getting caught-

“Dream?”

Dream blinks. All at once, the same feeling of getting the air punched out of him returns, but combined with something warm and floaty wrapping around his chest, something almost a little like relief - and hell, if that isn’t something he’s not felt for a while.

“Punz?”

Punz is standing in the doorway, hoodie rumpled, expression more than a little frazzled; Dream’s breath hitches at the sight of the sword strapped to his side, but their face holds none of the harsh edges and cold-dark-hard hatred that had characterized the Warden and Quackity’s visits, mouth slightly parted and eyes shining with nothing but what appears to be shock and concern. The sight of them, again, nearly has Dream dizzy, a swell of tangled, unexplainable emotion rising to the back of his throat as he sways on his feet. He hadn’t thought that he would see Punz again, he realizes, had never thought he’d see his stupid gold chain and his stupid outfit he never bothered changing, ever, or that same lopsided smirk and pale blue eyes- the last time he’d seen them, it was in that vault, their mouth twisted up in the act the two of them had decided on and eyes shimmering with unease and regret; as far as goodbyes went, it wasn’t the worst, not when Punz was one of the few to never leave him, not really, not when something ached in their expression other than the hatred that had colored all of the other expressionless faces watching him die. Months later, alone in Pandora, he must’ve grown resigned, or something, the repeated reminders that he would die alone and afraid and it would be nothing more than he deserved settling into his skin and against his bones; Punz’s expression twists, visible even across the room, and- oh.

They must’ve thought the same thing, too.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Punz asks, finally, and Dream decides not to point out the way his voice cracks harshly in the middle, especially when the other man strides forward and starts to awkwardly herd him back in the direction of the bed - covers still thrown to the floor - in the middle of the room. Dream lets them, not replying because he doesn’t really know where to even begin describing the tangled knot of panic and shock that had strung his muscles tense when he woke up in a room he didn’t recognize, not knowing if he can really describe it all at all, trying his best not to flinch at the hands flitting in the corners of his vision as he falls back into a sitting position onto the bed. His fingers settle into the mattress, pressing into the bedsheets cautiously and marveling when they fall away under the pressure. Punz watches him, expression odd, gathers the blankets from the ground and presses them over and around him in a way that’s entirely awkward but does leave him warmer than he’d been before, before walking back on his heels with an odd expression that makes Dream’s insides twist.

“You,” Punz says after a long second, voice wavering, “are a fucking idiot,” and it’s all the warning Dream gets before a white-and-black blur is rushing towards him, arms wrapping around his chest and his vision whites out in alarm and panic. When the pain doesn’t come, he comes back to his senses enough to realize that Punz’s arms are still wrapped around him, shoulders shaking as he holds him close but not painfully, careful not to pull too much against the places on his ribs and back that leave him gasping with small shocks of pain, head pressed against the crook of Dream’s neck and hair tickling his face. Dream can feel his heart hammering in his chest, but as the panic dies something warm and long-neglected stirs in the middle of his chest, and he melts forward with a quiet hum. This is- nice. Really, really nice.

“What were you thinking?” Punz mutters, too quiet to really be directed at him, hands curling tighter into the folds of the hoodie - oh, he’s wearing one of those, not the same stiff, bloodstained material of the prison uniform that had chafed against his skin, another constant source of pain and discomfort of thousands in the hell that had been Pandora’s Vault - on him, and Dream doesn’t really know what to do except sit there and blink dumbly, listening to the heartbeat of the person leaning against him rumbling against his ears. It’s oddly calming, has the pressure on his chest lightening enough to take a full breath, and then another, the warmth of someone leaning against him almost too much but not enough at the same time - his eyes burn, and he ignores them.

“I-” he doesn’t really think that Punz was really asking a question, but just ignoring his question seems rude, too, and even despite the fuzzy warmth settling into his skin and into his bones from the pressure of Punz’s arms around his body and their head against his shoulder, he’s still unable to shake the anxiety of leaving a query unanswered, a constant murmur to listen obey do as you’re told or you’re going to regret it put on a damn good show or suffer the consequences remaining no matter how hard he tries to push it away. He wets his lips when his mouth feels too dry to keep speaking, eyes fluttering closed as he leans forward further, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You-” Punz cuts themselves off with a wet, incredulous-sounding laugh that has Dream jerking back despite himself, meeting their ice-cold eyes when they pull themselves back to look at him. He doesn’t really recognize the expression he wears, Dream realizes with a jolt, the way his lips are pressed together and the churning in his eyes, and his lungs seize in his chest.

“Sir-”

If anything, Punz’s expression only seems to harden, and the warmth disappears as Dream looks into their eyes - cold, two polished shards of ice, frosted over pools of water in the middle of the tundra, flinty and sharp and brilliant blue. His hands shake as he pulls them back to his chest, trembling from the chill that’s made its home in his muscles and frozen them in place - sir sorry sir please don’t hurt me im sorry please I didn’t mean to

“Fuck, Dream,” he shakes his head, and only then does Dream see the slight wobble to their bottom lip, the waver to their words like they’re struggling to keep themselves together, “why didn’t you say anything?”

What?

You almost died, you know,” he keeps going, not meeting his eyes as they direct their gaze out the window, “Several times, honestly. Fucking hell- when Techno brought you out- I didn’t think you would survive. I didn’t think anyone could survive that.”

Dream swallows. He doesn’t remember getting out, doesn’t really remember much at all if he’s being honest; there was the black of the cell, the heat of the lava, Techno promising to get him out before disappearing in a flash of purple, Quackity throwing him against the wall (Where the fuck did Techno go? You better have a fuckin’ answer, pal, if you want your death to be anything resemblin’ quick-) then nothing. Everything. His heart hammering in his chest and blood slick against his skin and the press of metal against his windpipe and pain, the only constant within it all, the only thing that made any goddamn sense when the room seemed to flip and turn and twist and his feelings knotted and frayed between anger-betrayal-distress-sadness-fear-grief, when reality swirled into a dizzying blur of colors and feelings and sounds carving themselves into the inside of his skull- then here. Dream flexes his hand experimentally, marveling at the feeling - the pain is almost gone.

He’d forgotten how it felt, really, to live and not hurt.

“Dream,” Punz calls again, voice low and worried, and Dream can’t help the way his head snaps up to meet their eyes and can’t help the flinch that twists his neck back when their frown deepens. It’d been a show, at least he tells himself, because Quackity would stop earlier if he screamed more, but- his hands tremble at his sides, twisted into the sheets of the bed, a near-constant litany of reminders and rules beating like they have a heart of their own in the back of his head. It was a show- he feels himself almost buckle, give in under the force of the stare leveled at him, and hates himself for how weak he feels, pinned under the eyes trained on his own. He’s not sure how much of a show it is anymore.

“Dream,” Punz repeats, words even softer, and the ugly feeling of shame and anger twists inside Dream’s chest again. Punz- ever unflappable, deadly with almost any weapon and never letting anyone see him as anything but deliberately apathetic - is watching him with an expression so uncharacteristically and unbearably gentle that it makes his breath catch in his throat. “You could’ve died,” he says once again, and the look that paints his face is so terribly vulnerable, feelings pouring over like a cup overfilled, bubbling forward and bleeding from every corner, and Dream- can’t. He doesn’t know what to do in the face of such stark emotion, doesn’t know how how to handle the way his eyes burn and his heart throbs like an exposed nerve, the way everything yawns wide in the middle of his chest into void and emptiness and pain so deeply carved in the space within his ribs that he half-thinks he’s been hollowed out entirely.

“But I didn’t.”

Punz pulls back, but Dream isn’t looking at him, is staring at the scarred surfaces of the backs of his hands and the knobs of his knuckles sticking out against the thinned-out skin and the yellowed nails he’s pushing against the blanket, the fourth and fifth ones of his right hand missing. They shake, no matter how long he looks at them and how hard he tries to make them stay still, and he can feel a voice whispering in the back of his mind, tone too familiar to ignore. Weak.

“I didn’t die,” he says when Punz doesn’t reply, looking at his scarred hands, weak hands, broken hands. “So it’s okay. We can keep- we can keep going.”

“Dream-” their voice is a blade scraping against an anvil, nails scraping over his ribs, his hands clamping over his ears before he’s realized he’s moved and his brain screaming at him for doing so once he realizes that he has, “-what the fuck are you talking about?”

Still, he hadn’t survived months of Quackity’s visits by bending over the second he was pushed, so he forces his tongue to move from where it’s fallen to the bottom of his mouth like lead, feels his eyes go steely even from under the way his vision has already begun to wobble.

“It’s not over yet,” he continues, trying to keep his words even, “‘cause I didn’t die, so we’re not done. I gotta- we have to reevaluate, of course,” he can’t stop, because the second he stops talking is the second he falls apart, so he ignores the way that Punz stiffens and stills and doesn’t let anything stop the flow of words spilling out of his mouth, “because the vault and the prison- um, obviously didn’t go as planned, but it’s fine. Just a minor- um, minor inconvenience. A setback- but it’s not- it’s not unsalvageable- we just have to-”

“Are you kidding me?” Punz cuts him off with a sharp laugh, disbelieving and just on the wrong side of desperate, and the air in Dream’s lungs freezes into a solid block of ice in the middle of his chest, “you- you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Punz?”

Dream’s voice comes out small, himself shrinking back into the bed, keenly aware, suddenly, of how there is nowhere he can go to run - Punz doesn’t seem to notice that he’s spoken at all, one of his hands moving up to tug through his hair, which is - now that Dream is looking - fluffier and messier than he remembers, sticking up in all directions like they didn’t bother to smooth it down.

“You think this is fine? You think that because you didn’t fucking die, that this is all okay?” Punz’s voice rises in volume slowly, not loud enough to be a shout but enough to go hard and unyielding like a threat, and with each word every remnant of the vault comes crawling, clawing back up to the front of his head, a pounding reminder to play his role, put on a show, behave behave behave-

“Goddammit, Dream,” Punz startles him out of his own thoughts, looking straight into his eyes with their ice-blue ones, “have you seen yourself?”

Have you seen yourself? Lying down in your own goddamn filth like a fucking mutt- prime, you disgust me.

“Your ribs were basically shattered. Your legs had fractures on both sides, and your back was so fucking torn up that it looked like more blood than skin. You’ve been starved- enough for me to see every goddamn bone in your body, it feels like. Your throat was bruised to hell- I wasn’t sure if you were gonna be able to speak again, fuck, and like a day after we got here you got fucking pneumonia.” Punz’s breath hitches, “Your skin was a literal fucking oven- I thought you’d bake yourself from the inside out. You could’ve died- you should’ve died.”

You should’ve died a hell of a long time ago, pal- should’ve saved us all the fucking trouble and offed yourself like Wilbur fucking Soot.

He flinches, and this, Punz seems to notice, eyes widening a fraction before they pitch their voce lower, clearly taking a few breaths to calm down and reaching forward to take one of Dream’s hands loosely in his own, thumb smoothing over the bumps of his knuckles.

“You’re not fine,” he says after a long while, shaking his head. “Hell- I’m not fine. But we’re not doing anything like- like the vault or the prison again, dude. I told you they were shit ideas- fuck. We never should’ve done that.”

“It was worth it,” Dream butts in, because he can’t imagine a world where it wasn’t, can’t imagine a world where all of that was for nothing, “it was worth it-”

“No it fucking wasn’t, are you out of your mind?” Punz replies immediately, voice overlapping over Dream’s own, “have you listened to a single thing I’ve said? You- look at you! How was that worth it?”

Dream shakes his head stubbornly, already feeling the way his jaw is trembling around the words he forces himself to speak. “The server- it was all for the server-”

“Fuck the server!”

Punz seems startled by their own shout, drawing back at the same time Dream does, breathing ragged. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, bringing his hand to his face as Dream sits stock still, not daring to move, hardly daring to breathe.

“Fuck the fucking server, okay?” Punz says, finally, voice cracking in the middle, “You lost two damn lives for this server. You got fucking tortured for fucking months for this shitstain of a server. Just- fuck them. I’m not watching you tear yourself to fucking shreds for this- not again. I can’t sit around and watch you fucking die again, Dream, I can’t drag you out bleeding out in my fucking arms again- fuck-” Punz shakes their head, and oh. They’re crying.

“No more. Fuck the server. I’m done, Dream- we’re done with them.”

Dream blinks, so thoroughly surprised that he thinks the shock knocked him straight out of the building panic attack, leaving nothing but a slight thrumming of anxiety still simmering beneath his skin. Almost instinctually, in a motion he doesn’t really remember but still has the muscle memory for, he opens his arms- and in a similar, near-unconscious response, Punz tumbles into his arms.

He blinks, not moving his arms to curl around the other, feeling the weight of another person against his again and the sound of their breathing and relearning them both. This is- new, for both of them. Dream was never emotional, not before the prison, not that he wanted to be after it either- but Quackity always had a particular affinity for tearing him apart, shard by shard. And Punz- he’d never been like this, even back in the day, when things were easier and they didn’t bear the constant burden of netherite against their backs. They’d always been stoic, sharp, sarcastic, cool and dry in a way that chafed against Sapnap’s fire and always led to Dream laughing at them sooner or later. He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, feeling the heat behind his eyes finally sear too hot and boil over, tears squeezing through his closed eyes and falling down his face.

“Okay,” he says, finally, and there’s nothing easy about the acquiescence, not when he had poured blood and sweat and the better half of himself into this place, salted the earth with his tears until no more would come and nothing else would grow. He thinks that he will have more to think and more to say and more to protest come the next days, that the binds between him and his goals have been weaved too deep with the fibers of his soul for him to tear them free without sacrificing what broken pieces of himself he has left, but all he can think right now is how fucking tired he is. He remembers Techno’s voice, going through myth after myth to pass time in the prison, and thinks with something like humor and something like grief - let someone else be Atlas for a day. The sky is too heavy right now. Punz’s arms tighten around his body, enough to remind him that they’re there but not enough to press at his still-healing ribs, and he thinks that they might understand. “Okay.”

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chubbyreaderwriter · 4 years

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Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Prompt: could i request one with steve rogers where tony stark comments on your body and flirts with you to no end but you’re dating steve and he gets all jealous and protective of you 🥺👉🏻👈🏻💖

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing

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Being in a relationship with someone as perfect as Steve, you knew that there was going to be times where the familiar green eyed monster would rear it’s ugly head but you had been foolish to assume you would be the one struggling with jealousy in your relationship. You were a very attractive woman, despite how you saw yourself, a lot of guys wished they could take Steve’s place at your side. One of those men being a certain genius billionaire playboy philanthropist, or better known as Tony Stark.

The man was either completely unaware of your relationship status or he just didn’t care. The flirting had started small, mere compliments that would be normal to give to a friend or coworker without it being weird. He would say something nice about your hair or your outfit or your work and move on with his day. Sometimes you thought you were at fault for ‘encouraging’ him, all you did was thank him but maybe that was enough for Tony to think you were interested in something more.

The flirting got worse over time, more crude and sexual but you still didn’t really think it was a big problem. This was Tony Stark, surely he does this to every living woman that walks near him. You’d tried to bring up the fact you have a boyfriend but Tony didn’t believe you, “Come on (Y/N), you expect me to believe the hundred year old virgin bagged a chick as hot as you?” You wouldn’t do much but roll your eyes at him and continue working. You worked in the tower as Bruce’s assistant, which meant you were constantly distracted and annoyed by the persistent womanizer of the building.

You had told Steve about Tony’s flirting but it just so happened that Tony’s and Steve’s schedules always had them far away from each other so Steve never had an opportunity to confront his teammate about this issue. Steve had laughed when you told him, thinking it was just classic Tony sass, not realising that the man had no idea you two were together. While Steve pretended it was fine, he couldn’t help but let himself get distracted during missions, wondering if Tony was hitting on you that very moment and there was nothing he could do to stop it. But he was being ridiculous right? Tony wouldn’t go for his girl, would he?

You were stood looking down at your desk, analyzing some results sheets for an experiment you were collaborating with Bruce on. It had been a pretty dull and tedious day up until the lab doors opened and in walked the last person you wanted to see today. Tony caught sight of you before you had time to find a place to hide to avoid him. He strolled over to your station, “Hey beautiful, I did come looking for the jolly green giant but instead I found something much sexier to look at.” It was now a force of habit to roll your eyes at anything that came out of Tony’s mouth. Scoffing, you replied, “Oh please, when are you going to learn that I’m not interested.”

Tony grinned but moved away to give you space, “Yes yes, you have a boyfriend,” he used his fingers to mimic quotation marks as he said the word ‘boyfriend’, still stuck on his theory that you were still single and available. You sighed in annoyance but perked up when Bruce walked through the lab doors, Tony always backed off a little when Bruce was around, thank god. Tony swung his arms by his side, “Say, why don’t you bring him to the party tonight. If he’s a no go, I know that’s you telling me you’re finally giving into my charms.” Bruce walked closer so Tony leaned in to whisper, “I’d prefer it if you didn’t wear any underwear.” He turned and walked over to Bruce too fast to be able to see the disgusted look on your face.

How could he be so delusional to think that you were interested in him. The only man you had eyes for was Steve and no one else was going to change that. You had arrived home later that night in a huff, you really didn’t want to go to that party but you definitely didn’t want to give Tony the wrong impression and make things ten times worse for yourself. Steve seemed to sense your frustration the moment you walked through the door and walked out from his seat in the living room to pull you into his arms as you stood in the hallway. You let out a sigh as you wrapped your arms around Steve’s back.

“Hard day at work, doll?” Just hearing Steve’s voice was enough to calm you down. You mumbled a noise of agreement as best you could with your face smushed against Steve’s chest. He laid his head on top of yours, “Is there anything I can do to help?” You pulled away to look up at Steve, “Will you go to a party with me so Tony will stop flirting with me?” You didn’t see the way Steve’s jaw clenched when you said Tony’s name, “Of course I will doll.” You smiled as you headed to your bedroom to find a dress you wanted to wear tonight. In the scenario you played out in your head, it took a lot more convincing to get Steve to be your date. Steve was more a sit at home and read a good book kind of guy most nights, only really going to events if he was required to attend or if he was bored.

Steve watched you rummage through your closet to try and find a nice dress to wear for the party. Even though you didn’t want Tony’s attention, you still wanted to look good for yourself and for Steve. After a few minutes, you found the dress you were looking for and laid it out on the bed to look for a matching pair of heels to go with it. The dress was a long sleeved, off the shoulder maxi dress with a long spit down the left side that went up to the top of your thigh. It had ruffles along the hem at the top, covering the outline of your chest but making it look even more seductive at the same time. It was a deep burgundy colour and you paired it with some black platform heels. You didn’t wear heels that often, but when you did, you felt sexy and confident.

Once you were done getting ready for the party, you checked yourself out in the mirror and you couldn’t resist checking yourself out. Steve had his eyes on your from the other side of the room as well, approaching you from behind to wrap his arms around your waist. He placed a soft kiss on your exposed neck, “You look gorgeous, doll. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself all night.” You grinned and bit your lip, turning around in Steve’s arms to face him, placing your arms around his neck, looking him up and down, “I don’t think you’ll be the only one.” Steve always looked good but when he dressed up, it really made you wonder how you managed to convince the Captain American to be yours.

If you hadn’t already been late to arrive at the party, you were sure you would’ve been tempted to have a quickie before heading out. Unfortunately, just as you leaned in for a kiss, you got a notification from Happy, letting you know that he was outside and Tony sent him to pick you up. You held back a groan, not wanting to concern Steve and walked downstairs with him to get into the black limousine. You sighed, it was clear that Tony didn’t know the meaning of the word subtle. Steve held the door open for you so you could get inside and took the opportunity to glance at your behind as you had to bend over to crawl inside, holding up the bottom of your dress so it didn’t get ruined. It was a short drive to Stark Tower and quiet. You and Steve felt comfortable enough being just in each other’s presence without needing to fill the silence with conversation. You knew each other’s mannerisms to know that you were both excited for the night ahead. You were looking forward to the look on Tony’s face when you rocked up with your boyfriend.

Once you got inside, Steve gently tapped on your arm, “I’m gonna head over to the men’s room, I’ll be right back okay?” You nodded and walked over to the bar that was next to the elevator, ordering yourself a cocktail and a beer for Steve. It didn’t really matter what you got Steve, he didn’t even get tipsy unless he was given some of Thor’s alcohol from Asgard and it seemed the blonde god wasn’t around tonight to get your boyfriend drunk. Due to your back facing the rest of the room, you weren’t able to see a certain billionaire making his way towards you. Tony smirked as he placed his hands on your hips and pressed himself against you, “I don’t see a date.” At first, you thought Steve had come back from the bathroom but then Tony spoke and you froze. You pushed your elbow back into his stomach to try and force him off of you but he didn’t budge, “Get off me.” You didn’t want to cause a scene but already people were starting to look your way and you felt embarrassed.

Tony laughed, “Oh come on (Y/N), we both know you want me.” Just as you felt Tony move closer against you, he was suddenly ripped away from you and you heard a crash and a grunt of pain, followed by “Get your hands off my girl!” You quickly turned around to see Steve standing over Tony who was lying on the ground with glass all around him. You looked at Steve and breathed heavily, still processing what happened. Steve looked at you before holding out his hand. You eagerly grabbed it and let yourself be pulled closer to him, being pulled down the hallway to the elevator, indicating that you were leaving already, not that you minded. You said nothing in the elevator, not really knowing what to say. You didn’t really have to say anything when Steve pressed you against the wall and pressed a rough kiss against your lips. You gasped and he took that opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You pulled away to catch your breath, gasping softly. Steve put his hands on your hips, where Tony’s had been moments before, “He shouldn’t have touched you.”

Steve’s voice was low and deeper than normal, it made you feel tingly and sent a shiver down your spine. You looked him in the eyes, “That’s right, because I’m yours and only yours.” Those words struck something in Steve and he pressed the emergency stop button before picking you up and pressing you hard against the wall, wrapping your legs around his hips. Your hands gripped his hair and the back of his shirt, trying to pull him closer to you as your lips connected a second time. Your hands moved to start to unbutton Steve’s shirt when the elevator started moving once more, “Apologies Miss (Y/L/N) and Captain Rogers, but as it is not an emergency situation, the elevator must be kept available for use.” You groaned and hit your head against the wall, you couldn’t believe you were getting cock blocked by a robot. Steve chuckled against your neck as he set you down, “Guess we’ll have to wait until we get home, doll.”

. . .

The next morning when you walked into work, you were very worried that you were going to be dragged out onto the street without a job anymore, but that didn’t seem to be the case, your ID badge was still accessing entrance to your work station. When you arrived at the lab, you jumped as you saw Tony sitting on the edge of your desk silently. He looked up at you and raised his hands up, “I surrender, you tried to tell me and I didn’t listen. I apologize, truce?” You glared at him, looking down at his outstretched hand back to his face. You were unsure about this but reached out to shake his hand, “Okay, truce.” As you leaned forward a little, the collar of your lab coat fell and showed the top of a hickey on your neck. Tony grinned to himself, “Didn’t know Captain Underpants doubled as a vampire.” He left and you quickly covered your neck with your hand, rushing over to a mirror to check it out, not realising it was there. You softly bit your lip as you remembered last night and suddenly it didn’t matter anymore.

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herewegobacktomoon · 3 years

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Meant to be

Hi everyone. As I've read a lot of theories lately about what will happen when the show is bakc in March, and they all include Carina being in danger, I needed to take my mind off it.

That's why I've decided to write this one shot where Andy is moving back with Robert,so she needs to pack her stuff up, and they decided to throw a party, only between girls.

Anyway, it's mainly about Maya and Carina. I hope you'll enjoy it, let me know what you think!

It was 6 am. and Maya and Andy had just gone for their run while the Italian was still in bed, sleeping like a baby.

It was Maya's free day and she was looking forward to spending it with Carina, who was also home from work, and it was for that reason she and Andy had decided to anticipate their morning workout.

“I'm moving back with Robert, I took a day to pack all my stuff so that in two days I'll be back home.” Andy suddenly said, catching Maya off guard.

“Oh wow, it was reaaaally fast. Wasn't it supposed to last 90 days? You guys have a strange perception of time” Maya chuckled, raising her eyebrow.

“ Oh, I didn't remember you this funny” Andy teased, “Yes, at first it was 90 days, but Robert talked about it with his new sponsor, Dr. Webber, and he said him that if our relationship doesn't somehow push him to use again, there is no reason why we should stay apart.” Andy continued.

“Well, just be careful not to move his attention on some other kind of dependence now... abstinence can play tricks!” Maya said smirking, avoiding Andy's hand which was ready to slap the back of her head “No, really, apart from jokes, I'm very happy for you that you two can be together again."

“Maya, don't try to put it nicely, I know you're happy to get rid of me so that you and Carina can spend time together alone. I know you.” Andy replied with a smile, showing off her confidence.

“Italian magic” Andy teased again, fastening her pace to challenge Maya.

“Yeah, it could be” Maya said, not even trying to hide the wide grin on her face “but I also do care about my best friend's happiness, and I know you love Robert. That's it.<br />

Wow, I can't even recognize myself, where did these words come from?” the blonde added, shaking her head in disapproval.

Obviously she accepted the challenge, running twice faster than Andy, shouting back at her “Yeah, probably you're right, but I can't give you the satisfaction of knowing it” and as the blonde was going further, Andy couldn't make out the words she was saying but deep down she knew, from Maya's face, that it was intentional, she wasn't meant to understand.

“Catch up with what?” Andy claimed raising her eyebrow in disbelief “We're training for a marathon and you didn't tell me?”

As soon as she reached her, short of breath, she asked “What was that? You didn't want to admit I was right and so you tried to kill me?”

Maya grinned “Well, we had slowed down too much, we needed to catch up.”

“You? A marathon? Well, it has the same chances of me being straight, and I said it all.” she said chuckling, taking her keys from her pocket.

“Yes, I definitely didn't remember you being this funny, and above all this nice!” she replied ironically.

Both of them still laughing, they stepped inside, trying not to make too much noise as they didn't know if Carina was already up: Maya couldn't say it out loud, but earlier she had fastened her pace to get home in time, hoping that her girlfriend wasn't already up, just to be there with her when she would have opened her eyes.

It was true, Andy was right: Carina made her better version come to the surface.

She knew it and actually she didn't regret it at all, she just didn't want that side of her to be there for everyone.

Everything was as they had left it, no smell of coffee and no sign of French toast: Carina was definitely still in bed.

After all, it was only 7.30 am. and it was her free-day so it was pretty reasonable.

Andy went to the bathroom, while Maya headed to her bedroom, to check on Carina.

When she entered, she found her girlfriend lying on her lap, facing the door, sleepy but awake: “Hey, morning Bella!” she said, smiling “ How was the run?”

“Morning babe” she replied, sitting next to her and placing a soft kiss on her forehead, “I'm sorry I left this early, I just wanted to be back in time to have breakfast together. Anyway, it was good, a bit cold but I still need a shower.”

Carina rolled over, now lying on her back, stretching her sleepy body, keeping her eyes on the blonde “You don't have to be sorry, I've just waken up, anyway. You're perfectly in time” she said, gently rubbing her thumb on Maya's hand.

“Ok then, I'm gonna shower and you can start preparing breakfast if you want, or just wait, if you need some more minutes of sleep. I'll be done in a minute” she said, kissing her girlfriend again before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

Carina nodded with a smirk on her face: the blonde hadn't noticed it, but she had already something in mind.

Maya, before entering the bathroom, seeing Andy sitting on the couch, said “ I'm taking a shower, Carina is still in bed. If you need something just knock at my door, but KNOCK. Ok? Try not to wake her up”

Andy nodded, with a serious face “Yes cap, I promise I won't mistreat your Italian princess!”

“Fuck off Herrera, fuck off:” she said, with a wide smile.

“What? I was just returning the teasing from earlier. Anyway, you're welcome!” she smirked, shrugging.

Maya finally stepped inside the bathroom, shaking her head thinking about Andy's jokes, and she turned on the tap, waiting for hot water to arrive. Just a few seconds later, the water already running over her body, she heard the noise of the door opening.

“Andy I know I've told you to be quiet, but I've also told you...” she couldn't finish her sentence that she felt a warm pressure on her bare skin.

“Can I join you?” Carina said softly, pressing a gentle kiss on her girlfriend shoulder.

“It would be an honor for me” Maya answered, turning towards the Italian to kiss her.

The shower was getting hotter than expected and they barely noticed that the water was actually turning cold: making out was an excellent way to keep warm, but it was a matter of fact that the water was now cold and that's why they somehow got interrupted.

All of a sudden, Andy arrived, knocked at the door but entered without waiting for an answer.

“Maya, I'm sorry if the water is cold, I was washing some stuff so that I can pack it later. I came here to look for my slippers.” she said in all tranquility, not paying attention to what was happening in there.

“Andy, wh- what are you doing? I told you to knock, to KNOCK. Preferably before entering. Do you remember the good old days? Shower time is private time. New year, same old habits. Nothing's changed” she shouted from behind the shower curtain, trying to remain calm, with Carina wrapping her arms around her naked body, looking a bit confused.

“Got it, got it. My bad. Anyway, try not to have a heart attack. I mean, I'm not seeing you naked and I didn't walk in while you're doing things with your sleeping beauty, so...” Andy chuckled, before looking up at Maya and turning completely red.

“Oh God, why don't I keep my mouth shut. Okay, I'm leaving, nothing of this has ever happened. See you” Andy said, stuttering in her words, closing her eyes and trying not to make a fool of herself, not being able to hold back a smile.

Maya and Carina both giggled, the blonde pressing her forehead on Carina's shoulder.

“So...am I your sleeping beauty now?” Carina teased.

“hmm...let me think about it” Maya said, closing her eyes and kissing her girlfriend.

“What do you have to think about?” Carina replied, sounding quite offended, but still smiling.

“Whether you were actually sleeping or if it was just a way to disguise your intentions” she teased back with a smirk.

“Mmm... I think you already know the answer to that” she added, gently pulling the blonde closer.

“ You may be right” Maya grinned, with not only the water being really hot again.

After 20 minutes, they were all in the kitchen, preparing breakfast together.

Maya and Carina seemed to have already forgotten about it, but Andy was still a bit embarrassed.

“Ok, I'm sorry girls. I didn't mean to interrupt you..oh God this is awkward. At least, it was my first and surely last time to screw the pooch. I'm done”. She stated, letting out a sigh of relief.

Still laughing a bit, Carina said “Why “surely” the last”? Are you not gonna enter the bathroom anymore?”.

“I'm moving back with Robert. Didn't your girlfriend tell you about it? She seemed very happy at the news” she said, wincing a little.

“Well... you know... we were having some other kind of conversation.” Maya replied, biting a biscuit while looking at her girlfriend, causing Andy to blush and Carina to smile.

“ I'm so happy for you! But Maya had told me it would have lasted much longer. Did something happen?” she asked with a genuine concern.

“No, actually Robert just talked to his sponsor and he said him there was no reason why we should be separated.” Andy explained.

“Dr. Webber right? He's one of the best at his job, you can trust him, if he said so, that's because it's true. Anyway, you can't leave without a proper party! What about tonight? We can call Vic too, just a girl thing.” Carina said enthusiastically.

“See? This is what being nice and caring means” Andy stated looking at Maya, who rolled her eyes.

“It's okay for me, I like parties!” she continued.

“And you?” Carina asked, taking Maya's hand in her own and bringing it to her lips to place a soft kiss on it, “What do you think?”

“I think it's a great idea, but be prepared for everything: when Andy and Vic are together, no one knows what they're up to.” she answered, giving a bad look at her friend, and then turning to kiss Carina.

“Don't listen to her, she's only trying to scare you.” she replied, pulling on angel face that Maya hated, because she knew it meant troubles.

“Ok, perfect! I'll prepare something to eat then, so meanwhile Maya can help you pack some stuff if you need! I've just texted Vic, and she has said she will be here by 7.30 pm, at the end of her shift.” Carina said, opening the fridge to come up with some ideas.

“Thank you, Carina, you're too kind. Anyway, if you need to buy something, just tell me. I'm going to have lunch with Robert, so I can buy some food on my way back!” Andy added.

“You're welcome! Okay, I'll look for some cool ideas and then I'll make a list if I need anything." she replied, scrolling through some food blogs she was submitted to.

Maya and Andy moved to the couch where some boxes were filled up with clothes and needed to be closed.

“You're very lucky, Maya. She's sooo nice.” Andy whispered to her friend.

“I know, she's amazing. I don't know what I did to deserve her.” Maya whispered back, looking at Carina, who was making some pizza dough, with loving eyes.

“I don't know either, but now that you've been so lucky, try to make the best of it, don't be pessimistic. You're way too happy when she's around. It's cute.” Andy said smiling, elbowing the blonde.

“Oh shut up, you know you're right, so don't try to make me blush with no reason”. Maya grumbled, trying to hold back her happiness.

It was true, when Carina was around she felt different, she was different: she felt vulnerable and human, and it was something she liked, but she was still figuring that part of herself out and she was a little embarrassed whenever other people would have noticed it.

“Yeah, yeah I know I'm right, I mean...I'm always right”. Andy claimed, jokingly full of herself.

It was already 1pm and Andy left to go to have lunch with her husband: she had to buy only some drinks, so she would have probably been back at dinner time, spending the afternoon with Robert as she had already finished packing up.

“So... what's on the menu for tonight?” Maya asked smiling, wrapping her arms around Carina's waist and placing her chin on her girlfriend's shoulder.

“Well, I'm making pizza, some Italian snacks, which we call crostini, and I've also thought of baking a little cake, nothing too difficult”. She answered, trying to keep still at the blonde's warm pressure, but turning to kiss her on her cheek. “Try this” she added, handing Maya one of her crostini.

“Ok, this is sooo good. You're taking it seriously, aren't you?” Maya continued, closing her eyes at the incredible flavor she was just tasting.

“Of course I am, there's no party without good food.” she stated as if it was obvious, making Maya grin again.

“You know I love you, right?” the blonde claimed, pulling the Italian closer.

“Mmm, yeah, you've said it every now and then, but I think I might forget it if you don't say it more often.” Carina teased, lowering to kiss her girlfriend.

“Oh well, I don't think it's possible to forget it... Anyway, I'll say it everyday if you want me to, even though I'm more willing to demonstrate it.” Maya teased back, cupping Carina's face with her hands, leaving a deep kiss on her lips.

“That sounds pretty good. May I know how?” she said smiling against Maya's lips.

“Of course, just come with me” the blonde replied proudly, heading to their bedroom.

The afternoon went by quite quickly, and it was already 7.00 pm: Andy and Vic should have been there in 30 minutes.

Maya and Carina had already set up the table with all the food, waiting for Andy to bring the drinks, and they started getting ready.

Maya had put on a shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, but Carina had opted for a flowery dress, as she wanted to stay comfy: the blonde couldn't help but stare at her.

“Is everything okay?” Carina asked, brushing her hair.

“Yeah, I mean, you're just gorgeous. “ Maya said, eyes widening, with a soft voice.

“Oh thank you Bella!” Carina added, moving towards her girlfriend to kiss her “You're amazing too”.

Maya was already blushing when the doorbell rang.

“They're here. I'll go”. She said, running to the door, to find both Andy and Vic, hands full of drinks.

“ Hi Cap, finally party time again” Vic claimed loudly while entering “If it wasn't for that super super gorgeous Italian woman of yours, all that paperwork would have buried you”.

“Don't play me, Hughes. And yes, it was Carina's idea to invite you, so don't make me change my mind” Maya answered with a grin.

“Okay, okay. I got the message.” Vic mockingly complied.

As soon as Carina arrived in the kitchen, they all sat down at the table and started having dinner, enjoying every meal the Italian had prepared for them.

“Carina everything was extremely good! How is it possible that Bishop is always in shape with you cooking like this? I mean...I would have gained at least 200 lbs!” Vic said, looking shocked.

“Discipline Hughes. It's all about discipline.” Maya replied proudly, looking at Carina who was still laughing.

“ Discipline” Vic repeated, mimicking Maya's voice “How do you even stand her? I mean, I would have already killed her!”she added, talking to Carina.

“She's not that bad actually.” She said, her eyes full of love, and leaning to place a kiss on Maya's cheek, causing her to blush.

“Oh God, I can't with these two” Vic stated, shaking her head, looking for Andy's approval.

“Yes, the cuteness is too much. We're not used to seeing a soft Maya.” Andy added “She's usually in a sergeant mode all day”.

They all laughed together, but Maya had already the feeling that it was just the beginning of an endless night.

“Ok girls, listen. Why don't we do that game where we can ask each other any kind of questions, and if you don't want to answer, you have to drink, but you can only skip twice?

I don't remember the name, but it's cool, I promise!” Vic asked out of the blue.

“What game are you talking about Hughes?” Maya asked back, a little concerned.

“That one we used to do when you were still Maya- monogamy is for the weak- Bishop. Andy, tell me you remember!” Vic replied immediately.

“Of course I remember, it's the game you always want to play to when you are curious about something, but you don't know how to ask about it” Andy teased, making Maya worry even more.

“Okay, you got me.” Vic admitted, raising her hands. “It was a question for Carina..” she added shyly.

“Oh, go. Ask me whatever you want, really.” Carina said, without even the smallest sign of concern, contrarily to Maya, who was sweating.

“Ok, sooo... you know I've dated Avery for some weeks not to long ago, right?” she asked to introduce her question and Carina nodded in approval.

“Well, every time I was at the hospital there was this voice...” Vic continued, “about this orgasm study, which really caught my attention. I mean, I had never heard about anything similar before! Is it true or is it just a urban legend? Because if this is true, wow, you're a genius!!”

Maya let out a sigh of relief and Carina chuckled “Yeah, yeah, it's true. But before I talk about it, I'd like to know about this “monogamy is for the weak” story.” she asked curiously, looking at her girlfriend and raising her eyebrow.

“Oh God” Maya whispered, hoping that Vic and Andy wouldn't have taken the opportunity to make fun of her, but it was too late, as Vic had already stood up.

“Oh okay, this is serious.” Carina grinned, placing a hand on Maya's, noticing her girlfriend's tension.

“We were drinking something, all together, we were talking about relationships stuff and then she went like -My self-care is lot of sex! Monogamy is for the weak or the very, very, dedicated.-” Vic said, trying to mimic Maya's voice and gestures.

“Yes, to be precise Wednesdays were her self-care day and there were only hook-ups in her future plans, nothing serious. She would have laughed if you had said that she could have ended up being in an actual relationship.” Andy added “But I think she might have changed her mind”.

Carina chuckled and turned towards Maya, who was completely red “Is it true? Have you changed your mind?” she teased, resting her hand on Maya's thigh, gently caressing it to lower her tension.

“Well, not really. I've only switched mode.” she said with a grin, still blushing from earlier.

“Oh, you bet. You're the very, very dedicated now!” Vic stated, almost euphorically.

Maya shrugged and Carina leaned to kiss her, whispering an “I love you, Bella” to her ear, so that she was the only one who could hear that.

Then, as she started telling the story about her study, she caught everyone's attention, especially Vic's.

“Well, as I was saying the story is true: the idea came up to me while I was reading a book and everything was based on the male experience, assuming that the female brain would have worked the exact same way” she said, interrupted by Vic's comment “Well, the author must have been pretty dumb. I MEAN, WHO ON EARTH thinks that men and women use brain the same way, most of men don't even use it!” she stated, almost shouting and making everyone laugh.

“Yes exactly”,Carina continued chuckling, “What I wanted to do is to use my job as a tool that could let me study the female brain and how it works when it comes to situations related with my ob/gyn knowledge. And that's why I came up with this idea. Thank to Dr. Bailey I was able to start my study and it's going pretty well!” she admitted proudly. “And I'm always looking for volunteers” she added with a smirk.

“Oh wow, that's freaking awesome! You are a real genius!” Vic claimed, trying to avoid the proposition “Did you work on other projects too at Grey Sloan?”

Andy knew from Meredith that Carina had also had a story with Arizona Robbins, which was involved in the other project Carina had taken part to, and she tried to stop Vic before it would have turned out to be pretty awkward.

But Carina had already answered: “Yes, I worked on a project with my ex, Arizona. It was about the risk of complications during a pregnancy. We did a good job too, I mean, she was very good at it!”

Andy was looking at Maya, trying to understand what was going on in her mind, as she had lowered her head, looking at her hands, playing with her fingers.

She couldn't read Maya's thoughts, she wasn't able to figure out whether she was sad, jealous or confused, but luckily, Carina was there.

She turned around to look at the blonde and took her hand, bringing Maya back to reality: her eyes now widen, staring at the Italian with a caring and lovely glance.

Andy was relieved that Vic didn't get them into trouble: she took a look at her phone and saw that it was already midnight.

Then, she and Vic decided to leave, both of them thanking for the amazing dinner and Andy in particular being grateful for the hospitality too.

As soon as they left, Maya started clearing the table, but Carina stopped her,wrapping her arms around her waist.

“What happened earlier? You had fallen silent all of a sudden... did I say something wrong?” she asked, kissing the blonde's neck.

“No, absolutely, you've been amazing as always. I was just thinking.” she replied, keeping on cleaning the table.

“And what were you thinking about?” Carina continued, tightening her grip on Maya, not willing to let her go.

“About you and me.” Maya answered, turning over to put the dirty dishes on the counter.

“ And it made you sad?” Carina asked concernedly.

“No, of course, at least not us. It's me. I'm just afraid you're gonna stop loving me.” Maya admitted, trying to hold back the tears.

“Why would I ever do that? I love you, Bella. I love you a lot.” Carina said, now facing her girlfriend and stroking her hair.

“I don't know, you were talking about Arizona earlier. I know it's over, it's not that I'm jealous. It's just...it made me think.

A story can end in a matter of seconds, and I'm scared. I don't want to lose you.” A tear dropped from Maya's face.

“Bella, you're not gonna lose me. It's different with you, I'm different with you. You know, you're not the only “monogamy is for the weak” here. My brother used to make fun of me because I couldn't be in a relationship that went past three months. I mean, I didn't want to settle down, to create actual boundaries, until I met you” at the sound of Carina's words, Maya was caught off guard, she had never known about this and it somehow reassured her.

“I love you Bambina, and I've never said that to anyone before. You don't have to be scared.” Carina continued, kissing Maya on her forehead.

“I love you too, babe” added Maya “and I still don't get how is it possible for me to have been this lucky meeting you at the bar that night.”

They both started giggling and Maya gently caressed the Italian's cheek, kissing her again, at first on her lips and then down to her neck.

They were both wrapped up in the warmth of each other's presence and without even talking, they were sharing the same thought: they didn't know why, how or what was that made the two of them meet at the bar that night, but they were sure about one thing.

Whatever it was, it was meant to be.

#maya bishop #carina deluca #andy herrera #vic hughes #maya x carina #daniellesavre #stefania spampinato #station19 #marina

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catboymingi · 3 years

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prince charming - veninder chap. 9

navi/masterlist

story masterlist

pairing: mingi x reader

genre: fluff; soon best friends to lovers

word count: 7.2k

warnings: hints at abuse, some language

det ku’ være os to - it could be the two of us

mingi woke up around eleven, for a moment slightly confused about what had happened, but when he saw you fast asleep in his arms he knew where he was and, most importantly, with whom he was, smiling a little and trying not to move so he wouldn’t wake you up. you looked peaceful, even though you were drooling on his chest a little; he honestly thought it was adorable. you’d moved a little in your sleep so your head was now more in the middle of his chest, upper body half on top of his, being absolutely adorable as you clung to him as if he was a big teddy bear. it was sweet, it was how he wished it could always be, and he fell asleep smiling, peaceful as well until a very certain person’s phone caused him to wake up about six hours later.

“good morning, pretty”, he hummed as he slowly opened his eyes, for once not that angry at your alarm, and you puffed as you forced yourself to get off him even though he was so warm and so comfortable.

“really pretty, drooling all over your shirt. i should get a modelling contract.”

you turned off your alarm, now on the room side of the bed because your phone had been on his night table, with him scooting closer to the wall side so you wouldn’t fall down. as soon as the alarm was off, however, the distance he’d brought between you turned nonexistent as he pulled you against him, because while he wasn’t angry at your alarm he was still tired and in need of cuddles and you looked so cosy, hair messy and eyes all heavy and in his shirt.

“you’re so pretty i don’t even mind you drooling all over my shirt”, he informed you, stroking your hair gently with his other arm wrapped around your waist.

“be nice”, even though he was being nice and that was the problem - he was too nice, making you flustered because he just randomly called you pretty like this.

“mh”, he murmured, just leaving you be for now because he knew he was being nice, too, but he could also guess why you were reacting this way. so, instead of trying to argue, he just buried his face in your hair, which was very soft and smelled like hair dye, something he told you with a smile you weren’t able to see on his face.

“you’ll have to keep dyeing it for me whenever the colour fades”, you informed him, mainly just wanting him to wash your hair again because it had felt so nice and domestic and you’d liked his ministrations, the way he’d gently massaged your scalp to get all the dye out, how soft he’d been when he’d dried your hair after, all those cute things.

“will do”, happy you wanted him to be the one to dye it again. “sleep more or get up now?”

“hm…”, you hummed, thinking about it. “we can sleep some more, but i’ll have to get up at 6.30, for the alt girl revival.”

“i’m excited”, though he sounded more like he was about to fall back asleep any second, “but let’s sleep now.”

and because you wouldn’t be able to escape his hold anyway you just let him spoon you, turning off all alarms until 6.30 before you closed your eyes to nap until the next alarm would wake you up.

when that happened mingi groaned into your hair, not very pleased, but let go of you anyway. it was time to get up, he knew that, so he rubbed his eyes, almost elbowing your back because his movements weren’t the most coordinated in his tired state.

“sorry”, he grumbled, voice deeper than usual because for some reason he was more tired now than he’d been one and a half hours ago when your first alarm had rung.

“i’ll just go get ready, you can stay here”, you tried to compromise, but he was clingy and didn’t want you to be away for more than an hour, which was how long it’d take for your next alarm to ring.

“you do your makeup here”, he almost ordered, and you sighed, smiling.

“fine. but i’ll go get dressed now, so see you soon.” and before he could protest you slipped out of the bed, leaving him missing your warmth as he watched you gather your clothes and take off to the bathroom.

lucky for him he didn’t have to wait long, though, because you were back less than ten minutes later, now wearing everything but the garters which you’d chosen to neglect for now in case he wanted to cuddle some more, because they wouldn’t be the most comfortable and you’d run risk of genuinely hurting him if he held you too tight.

“how do i look?”

you really hoped he’d approve of the outfit he’d chosen, both because you wanted him to think you looked good and because it was either this or the clothes you’d worn last night, or maybe your pyjamas if you were desperate.

he let out a sound that was either a “wow” or an “oh”, you weren’t exactly sure, but by the way he’d sat up and by how big his eyes were you assumed it was more a wow; it was a sound of approval, at least.

“good?” and because unlike him you’d had time to wake up, time to clean your (slightly drool-covered) face with cold water, you were awake enough to be silly, turning around so he could see you from all sides and pretending his room was a catwalk, something that did not at all match the actual outfit.

“really good. stunning.”

he seemed about as flustered as you as he realised what he’d said - his mouth seemed to have moved without his help, just complimenting you in his half-asleep state without trying to maybe make it a little less embarrassing, a little less whipped. but you did look stunning, in his opinion, bright hair and tights and everything else being entirely black, a combination he knew from experience looked good, but he hadn’t expected it to look this good on you. when you genuinely looked comfortable in your skin, wearing what you liked, you seemed to be glowing, looking much better than usual, both in his professional and in his much more emotionally affected opinion.

“do you have a mirror here? otherwise i’ll have to do it in the bathroom.”

you wanted to give him the option to watch you, but without a mirror that wouldn’t work. he got up now, though, making his way to the chair and rummaging the mess on his desk that you’d respectfully ignored whenever you were there because the rest of his room wasn’t messy at all.

“there should be one here from when seonghwa…” the rest was quiet mumbles, making it obvious that he was just talking to himself, trying to remember where on earth this mirror was. then, a delighted “ah!” as he found it, a fairly small one, but he hoped it’d do.

“big enough?”

he held it out for you, and the excitement on his face (was he genuinely excited about watching you do makeup? incredible) made you nod even though you would have preferred a bigger one.

“you need to hold it so i can use both hands”, you let him know, and he nodded, sitting down on the bed cross-legged with the mirror resting against his legs because this would be more stable, he guessed, while you got out your little makeup bag.

“so, what’s the vibe for today?”, you asked him jokingly, but mingi seemed to genuinely be thinking.

“big and scary. i want to see what you would’ve looked like if i’d met you back then. please?”

“got it”, opening the little bag and getting out a bunch of stuff he’d seen in theory but never in use. then you started, and as he watched you do your makeup on the floor in front of him, concentrated though your face was expressionless, he couldn’t help but text his own group chat with the boys, the one you weren’t in.

[mingi]: i think i have a thing for alt girls actually

and a reply came almost immediately, from hongjoong, even though it was maybe seven in the morning.

[bad cop]: i think you just have a thing for y/n

while it was true, he didn’t have to say it like that, because even though you already knew he liked you so there was nothing to keep secret it was still embarrassing to be called out for it like this. because of that his phone ended up thrown to the chair after he locked it, causing you to lift your head and look at him questioningly.

“nothing, don’t worry”, the giant told you before you’d had a chance to ask, and you just accepted the reply, continuing to paint your face in a way that would have mingi fall in love with you even deeper because you just looked so pretty like that and he most definitely did have a thing for alt girls, he decided.

“scary enough?”, you asked once you considered yourself done, looking up at him with a smile on your now bright red lips - you’d ditched the black because of university, but that didn’t mean black wouldn’t have been your preferred choice.

“i don’t actually know if i can even go to uni like this”, something you hadn’t thought about earlier but that you now worried about just a little - you’d dressed like this the first few days, before your old friend group had adopted you, but you found yourself weirdly insecure now.

“absolutely, you can”, the redhead was quick to reassure, “it looks great.”

this time he was able to control himself from being embarrassing and spewing out the first compliments that came to his mind, even though it was hard when you looked… hot like that. you’d been really pretty before, but that was the vibe usually, pretty. the only other time that you’d been hot was at that damned party where he’d never gotten to enjoy the time with you, so this was a first, in a way. and that you used to just look like this on the daily had his thoughts race, a few wanting to go in directions they shouldn’t be going, but he caught himself and forced them back to how glad he was that he was the one who got to watch you do your makeup in the morning, how he’d gotten to pick your outfit or dye your hair.

“you sure? i haven’t done it like this in ages.”

now you were looking up at him curiously, scanning his face for any sign of lying, but he was sure. you looked great, and if he had the right to he’d show you off to anyone that cared and even those that didn’t.

“i can do yours too”, you teased, but then he was actually considering it, and a few minutes later you found yourself sitting across him on the floor, leaning in close trying to figure out how to decently apply eyeshadow to monolids.

“i’m sorry if it looks bad”, you apologised, though there was no need to, not for him - no matter what you’d do, he’d love it.

“eyeliner too?”, because you weren’t sure just how alt boy-adjacent he wanted to look, and since he couldn’t feel your hands on his face so he wasn’t running risk of ruining any makeup he nodded.

“okay, this is going to be weird. keep your eyes closed for now, i’ll tell you when to open”, mingi listening like a well-behaved puppy, keeping them close while you drew the line on his top lids, then opening and barely flinching when you pulled on the skin beneath his eyes to get to apply the eyeliner to the bottom lid, looking carefully to see whether or not you’d done a good job, and repeating the same with the other eye.

“now you look like a real bad boy”, you told him proudly once you were pleased, and handed him the mirror so he could check himself.

“you need to do this more often”, the giant sweetheart let you know, “i look really handsome like this.”

“as if you don’t usually”, you dismissed his hidden attempt at self-deprecation, “but i can do that, if you want me to.”

if you hadn’t been so close you might have missed the smile he tried to suppress because he felt a little ridiculous about it, but you noticed, and it made you smile, too.

“i can’t decide if i want to look like this daily or just on special occasions”, mingi mused, looking at himself in the mirror again. he didn’t know why exactly he felt so much more handsome because of a little eyeshadow and -liner, but he did. maybe because, despite your worries about being completely lost when you were trying to do his makeup, you actually knew what you were doing.

“you can’t rub your eyes now though, or you’ll look like a raccoon”, you warned him, because you had a feeling that he hadn’t actually thought about that yet.

“i probably need to bring some makeup wipes” - the one thing he knew existed and also the name of - “just in case.”

“got you”, handing him the entire package, seeing how you knew not to touch your face and they’d dry out if you handed him single ones. he smiled gratefully, pushing them next to his bag so he’d remember them later even if he was too lazy to get up right now. then, he pulled you against him as he leaned against the bed, and you stayed hugging like this until it was time to get breakfast, talking about everything and nothing.

the day was spent surprising everyone you saw with your makeover, the boys being first, seemingly more surprised by mingi than by you, even though you looked a lot more different than he did. but they liked the look, they assured, sending teasing messages to their private group chat as soon as you’d left for university, telling mingi that it did seem like he had a thing for alt girls when he even let you put makeup on him.

then, on the train, the tall, now very intimidating redhead held your hand, staring down everyone who dared to send you weird looks. not that that was needed - you’d dealt with judgmental glares before, when this was your daily attire, and you knew how to handle them, but the gesture was still appreciated.

at university you were much more grateful for him being there to stare people down, or more specifically, a certain group of people that seemed even less pleased now that you weren’t even trying to adhere to their rules for dressing anymore. you’d fully distanced yourself in the last three and a half weeks, and they weren’t happy about it. but mingi towered next to you, a protective and somewhat threatening presence, making it known that he’d be there to finish any shit that they’d start. and it was obvious, from the look of determination in his eyes, who would win.

you were sad to have to leave him for class, but that was made up for when you came to the lunch table and mingi had somehow managed to acquire liquorice - most likely through magic, because you’d found this impossibly hard yourself, so you’d given up on this childhood snack in right after you’d moved out from home after high school.

“where’d you get this?”, voice and expression clearly displaying your surprise, and he grinned proudly.

“i found out that it’s apparently really common in finland, and then i looked up foreign food stores, and then i sent the boys to look for this. i hope it’s the right kind.”

you grabbed the little box, trying to not be too touched because you’d need the makeup wipes you’d given him otherwise, and found that there was a little folded note attached to the lid that did not seem to belong there.

you carefully removed it, unfolding it, and it got really hard to not be too touched when you read what the sweetheart next to you had written.

y/n,

i know you pretend you don’t mind, but i can tell you really miss finland sometimes, and while i can’t bring you there i can try to bring a little finland to you. hopefully this helps fill your heart with warmth the way you do for me. and if it does, i know where to get it now, so i can get you a monthly supply if it would make you happy! if you just smile that bright smile of yours again, it’s worth it.

terveisin,

mingi

you focused on the fact that he’d used the kind of ending phrase you’d use for business enquiries, because if you’d focus too much on his sweet message you’d be sobbing in no time.

“mingi?”, you tried to catch his attention, not knowing that his eyes hadn’t left your face for even a second while you’d read it, “terveisin isn’t how i’d end a letter to you.”

“is it rude?” panic in his eyes, and you quickly reassured him.

“no, no! it’s just kind of formal. but thank you, a lot.” the last words quiet and full of genuine gratitude, which made him squeeze your leg right above the knee to show you that he’d heard you, not wanting to make the situation awkward for either of you.

“anytime.” and he meant it, because your smile when you’d seen the liquorice and read the note and the raw emotion you were trying to hide right now showed him that the letter was both appreciated and very much worth it. so he’d write you more little notes, whenever he had something to say, wanting to see that smile again. as he said in the note, the bright smile of yours made whatever hassle he’d have to go through worth it.

despite the warmth and emotions coursing through the two of you’s veins right now you were glad when wooyoung spoke up, asking just what mingi had chased the boys through the entirety of seoul for just so he could get it for you.

“you want to try? it’s kind of salty”, you asked while holding the little box towards the others, offering each of them to try if they wanted to.

they all accepted, though the reactions were mixed - some seemed to have a very strong aversion, and their reactions made you giggle, a cute sound in stark contrast to your harsh exterior, a sound that only made the redhead fall for you more whenever he heard it.

“you make fun of me for not being able to eat spicy when this isn’t even real salmiakki!”, you teased, glad to finally have the grounds to do so.

the ones you called out grumbled but accepted their fate, choosing to eat their lunch instead.

the next two days continued similarly, except on friday your little note was a reservation for the cinema date that your teddy bear owed you, and you rolled your eyes at him, though smiling at him with your still red lips - you hadn’t yet dared to do what you most liked to do, something your old friends had called the kim possible lip when you’d first met them, a dark colour on the top lip and a brighter one painting the bottom one, even though a certain redhead had tried to convince you to do it, and he would try again for the date today.

“what time?”, and because the boys had gotten used to mingi trying to win your heart and because he might just use them to get everything to be perfect and figure out what would be most to your liking - something he didn’t see as cheating the “it has to be authentically you” request, because his ideas were still his, he just asked them whether or not he’d make a total fool of himself, something he’d do about any other girl, too - they didn’t even question it anymore, because the two of you had frequently agreed on the time for your study session at the lunch table, too, even before he had started openly trying to make you fall for him.

“depends on the movie”, an answer that should’ve been obvious to you because of course you’d have to decide on a movie before you’d go if you didn’t want to risk waiting for ages until a fitting movie started playing.

you chose the movie right there, with some of the boys being annoying and chiming in, giving their (obviously very professional) opinions, seonghwa texting mingi while the others were causing chaos, lucky that you weren’t using his but your phone to check the timetables because otherwise seonghwa would have mercilessly embarrassed his friend.

[good cop]: pick horror so you can comfort her

[mingi]: absolutely not.

technically, the idea wasn’t bad, if you weren’t so horribly, awfully, incredibly scared of horror movies and if the giant didn’t prioritise your feelings over a poor attempt at getting closer to you. so, instead, you picked something that, based on the reviews, was somewhat dramatic, but with some humorous scenes as well, and of course, romance, because there really wasn’t any movie without at least a hint of romance.

once that was done and lunch was eaten, you decided to go home, each to their own place, to get ready for the evening. while you were texting san, who had become your second-best friend, your date for the night had gathered everyone else in his room to help him decide what to wear, because he wanted something that was casual, but not too casual, something that showed that he’d put effort in, but not too much effort, and something that would match with you, at which point san was forcibly added to his group of fashion advisors because he knew what you would wear, even though he wouldn’t show anyone else because it was supposed to be a surprise, because that was how dates worked.

so, without his consent, san had become the line of indirect communication between his two red-haired friends, telling you that mingi would love whatever you’d wear and telling mingi just how much black he should add to his outfit and how much of a bad boy he should be, then telling you that your date wanted to wear makeup but had failed horribly when he’d tried to apply it himself so you’d have to plan some time for that, and telling mingi that you said that was fine, that you could do that, feeling like a poor excuse of a messenger pigeon when the two of you could technically just text each other yourselves.

the outfit decisions worked out well, probably largely owed to san’s efforts, with the two of you looking like you were there together but not too obviously trying to match. both of you were dressed in all black, with you wearing bright green fishnets and a bright green print on your shirt to contrast both the black of your clothes and the red hair because, while you didn’t care much about the colours you wore going well with each other since everything went well with black, you wanted to look good for mingi on your first real date.

it seemed to work, because despite obviously looking like a bad boy when you opened the door for him with black ripped jeans and a leather jacket you were pretty certain he’d borrowed from one of his friends his expression was that of a victorian schoolboy who saw a naked knee for the first time in his life, surprised, but not unpleasantly so.

“you’ll get some green, too, don’t worry”, you pretended to reassure him (it was teasing, actually, your tone was a teasing one), and soon after he was wearing bright green eyeshadow matching the one adorning your own eyes.

the trip to the cinema was weirder for him than for you, because you were used to being stared at and looking intimidatingly alternative, but he wasn’t used to looking like a bad boy if he wasn’t going to a party, the baddest thing about him being his red hair that, when it was fading to a pale-ish pink-orange shade, just made him look adorable. so while you were relaxed he was nervously playing with your fingers, something you didn’t mind in the slightest, but something he stopped once you got to the cinema and he bought the tickets and the snacks to go with the movie.

you’d chosen sweet churros and both sweet and cheese-flavoured popcorn, the cheese flavour mainly because you were curious about how it tasted and mingi assured that if you didn’t like it he would eat it. then, two large colas (he meant it when he said he’d get you all the snacks in the world), before you moved to your seats, completely packed because he was just like that.

he was shy to hold your hand during the movie, strangely, because this time it very much felt like a romantic thing when before that it had more been a friend thing, even though he did have feelings for you. he’d done it to pull you along with him, or just because he felt like it, but he felt like if he held your hand now, in the dark cinema, it would very obviously be a romantic gesture, and he wasn’t sure if you’d be comfortable with that. this was only your second date, and the first one had been dyeing your hair, something that maybe didn’t even really count, so he was incredibly uncertain.

but then, as the cliché went, your hands brushed against each other as you reached for the popcorn - you wanted to try the cheese flavour, and he wanted some sweet popcorn, and the respective flavour was on the end farther away from the one who wanted it -, and mingi took it as a sign to stop being a baby and just hold your hand, though he asked first in case he’d stop you from eating or just plain made you uncomfortable if he just held it.

“can i, uh…”, and then he went to grab it (though he didn’t yet, his fingers lightly brushing against yours) rather than finishing the question, because it was embarrassing to ask about holding your hand out loud, for some reason, “do this?”

he was adorable, his cute awkward behaviour causing you to smile in the darkness, and you did grab his hand that was still shy to hold yours. he smiled, too, a happy grin that was half illuminated by the screen, and it seemed like he was still grinning by the time the movie was over, the only moments where he hadn’t been grinning those when he put food in his mouth or drank a little.

the redhead brought you home, too, insisting that that was how one did after a date, even though you wouldn’t have complained about it either way. and he asked to stay the night, because he saw that something was a little off and he wanted to be there in case something was upsetting you that you’d like to talk about.

since it was already kind of late the two of you immediately got changed - after weeks of being your best friend he’d finally stored one of his pyjamas at your place so he wouldn’t have to be shirtless whenever he was spontaneously staying over -, cuddling up in bed together and you trying to pretend that there was nothing on your mind.

“what’s wrong?”

you’d been surprisingly quiet in his arms since you got to your place, been quiet ever since the cinema, and of course he’d notice, even though you’d tried your best not to show anything.

“i don’t know, it feels stupid.”

the giant sweetheart turned you around gently so he could look at you and saw the obvious frown on your face, trying to smooth the lines on your forehead with his thumb.

“doesn’t matter even if it is stupid. what’s wrong?”

you were still frowning, and he was still trying to smooth the lines, though mainly as a calming movement to maybe cheer you up.

“i just realised we just went on a date. so that’s my first date and, i don’t know, i’m scared you won’t want to go on any more and this is like… i don’t know, i told you it’s stupid.”

his movements were so gentle, you wanted to stay in his arms forever.

“it’s not stupid, y/n. and i do still want to go on more, if you’d want to, as well. i just don’t want you to regret it. do you regret it?”

a question mingi couldn’t stop himself from asking, though he tried to not show how nervous the potential answer made him.

“no. maybe, i don’t know.” and because you saw his face fall you elaborated, because you didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. “i don’t regret spending the time with you or anything, and i don’t regret going on a date with you. i guess it’s more, i’m scared that you’ll figure out you don’t like me, and then one of the firsts on my bucket list is already… gone sounds weird, but i don’t know how to say it better. i kind of want first date, first relationship, first kiss, first time, first house, first pet, first baby, all those things, i want to stay with the same person. when i’m with someone i don’t want it to just be a temporary thing.”

then, as if you’d realised what you just said: “that doesn’t mean you have to be with me if you don’t want to! i’m sorry, this sounds like so much pressure, i’m not saying don’t even try unless you want to marry me someday, except maybe i am. i don’t know. it’s all hard to figure out.”

moving closer to him so you could hide your face in his neck and he could rest his head on top of yours, because you didn’t want to look at him now, you still thought how you felt was stupid, but the redhead was thinking about your words.

he most definitely was not ready for marriage, or a house or a baby, but he knew marriage at least was something he wanted for his own future, and if it were with the person he loved, and if you were the person he loved, why not stay with you? the thought of having a future with you made him feel strange, but not in a bad way. it was scary to think about having as big of a future, with a wife and a house and kids, but it wasn’t scary to think about being with you. the only scary thing about that was thinking about not being good enough for you, but you being scared to dump him because you didn’t want to have ‘wasted’ a first if you were just going to leave him after.

“it’s okay”, he reassured, stroking your hair now, “i’m not going to talk about marriage, but i wouldn’t mind being with you for a while, as long as you can stand me”, a joke to hopefully make you feel a little better, but it was also how he felt, secretly, scared that you’d be the one to get tired of him.

“if it helps, we don’t have to go on dates?”, though he wanted to so bad, he wanted the time you spent with him to be special and have a special name, but he even more so wanted you to feel comfortable, “or, how do i explain… you know those package deals? so we’ll call it a date for now, but if you end up not liking me” - he didn’t even consider that he might not like you, because he knew he was in way too deep already - “we can just pretend it wasn’t dates. it’s only dates if you get the whole thing after. a free trial period?”

and while his explanation was a little silly you were really grateful, because this seemed like a good compromise, seemed like something that could work for you. you did want to be with him (though not yet, you were still worried), but you didn’t want either of you to feel weird about it no matter the outcome, so this was good.

“thank you, teddy bear”, using the nickname as you nuzzled even closer against him because you were so grateful for him and for how understanding he was and had always been of your struggles with this.

“of course. let’s sleep now, hm?”

so you did, with him hugging you tightly and his face pressed against your hair, refusing to let go of you until he had to.

the sweet red-haired giant continued being more adorable than good for you, planning two to three incredibly cute dates per week, the next one a picnic on sunday where he brought you some flowers he’d picked on the sidewalk because he thought they were pretty, then a library date at seoul metropolitan library on wednesday because he’d done some googling and apparently there was an international collection, and he wanted to see if there were books in your languages so you could read for him, on saturday he took you to the color pool museum you for some reason had never been to yet and loved, and on the monday after that he went thrift shopping with you, having done some googling again to find alternative thrift shops for all your alt girl dreams. he always asked if you were free and if his plans were fine with you, which was always the case, and you fell for him harder and harder with all his cute dates and the thought he obviously put into all of them. on tuesday, after your afternoon classes, he told you he had something planned for you at his place if you were free, and you joined him excitedly, curious to see what was waiting for you this time.

though the first thing he did was tell you to get changed, giving you the hair dye shirt and a pair of old sweatpants that you could tell no longer fit him, because they almost fit you, and when both of you were dressed he told you you were going to paint with your fingers now.

and you did, on the living room floor with cut-up trash bags covering the wood, laying on your stomachs and, in the end, being covered in paint from when you just couldn’t control yourselves and had to paint the other one’s face.

the date after that was on saturday, having ordered hongjoong to be your private teacher because mingi wanted to tie dye shirts with you but had no idea how to do it, unlike his smaller friend. so the second-oldest taught you how to do it, carefully giving instructions, and when it seemed like you’d figured it out he left the two of you alone to do lovebird things.

the tall boy found out a lot about you through these dates, like that you preferred speaking swedish over speaking finnish because swedish had never been a language of punishment, instead it had been some kind of refuge because your father didn’t speak it. through this he found out that your father had most definitely not treated you with the kindness you’d have deserved, something that made his heart ache and had him promising himself that from now on he’d be there to protect you, he’d be there and he’d do his best to keep anyone from ever hurting you again. he also found out that you struggled financially when you told him you preferred thrifting both for ethical reasons and because your wallet couldn’t afford much else, and he took a mental note of trying to pay for small things for you when he could because he could most definitely afford it, and any won you saved would help you in the long run. he found out that you’d claim your favourite colour to be rainbow because you couldn’t decide on just one and didn’t want to hurt the other colours’ feelings (which was how he’d come up with the tie dye idea), something he found adorable, and he found out that you were good at drawing but terrible at painting, and that you refused to draw with anything but grey pencils. he loved all the little details he found out about you, all of them only making you more perfect in his eyes, more deserving of his complete adoration.

“i want one of the shirts you made”, you interrupted his adoring thoughts, and he looked at you confused.

“why that?”

“your shirts are always really soft, and they’re so big. perfect to sleep in. am i wearing shorts underneath, am i not wearing shorts underneath, the world may never know.”

mingi smiled down at the shirt he was currently working on at your joke, deciding that he would work on this one with a lot of love and that you’d get this one, then, because if you wanted a shirt from him then you’d get a shirt from him, and he’d try to make sure it was a good one. life was a little unfair, though, because he’d never get to wear one of your shirts without stretching it out impossibly much.

“you’ll get this one”, he let you know his decision, “but one day i want one of yours.”

“you could get one right now if you weren’t so tall”, whining a little because his height made life a little difficult for you sometimes, mainly when you wanted to hug him or when he teased you by randomly lifting you up while your arms were around his neck, feet dangling in the air until you’d give in and wrap your legs around him so he could carry you wherever he wanted to go.

“maybe you just have to grow”, he whined back, and you scoffed, choosing not to reply to that and instead giving him the cold shoulder for maybe one minute, until he asked you if you liked the colours because you would just have to accept them either way.

“you really wouldn’t make another one if i don’t like this?”, you asked him with big round eyes, and he cursed internally for being so absolutely soft for you, because instead of teasing you back he told you that he’d make you as many as you wanted, until you’d be happy.

“you’re sweet” was your reply, smiling at him, which caused him to lower his head and pretend to focus on the shirt he was dyeing when he was really just trying to hide his embarrassment.

hongjoong had greatly approved of your tie dye projects, and a day after the initial dyeing you’d stolen the shirt that was meant for you, choosing it as your pyjama shirt now and near refusing to take it off as you spent another night at the boys’ place. while he’d never admit it, the tall redhead was happy to see that, because while he’d never actually owned or worn the shirt it was still in a way his clothing that you’d claimed for yourself, and he wanted to see you wear his clothes more, wear them casually, wear your boyfriend’s clothes. and, as weird as it might have been, you wearing this big shirt was what made him not want to wait any longer to ask you out, really ask you out. it had been three weeks since the awkward and, in all honesty, less than perfect confession, and though he didn’t want to rush you he just really wanted to be able to call you his. so, he decided, he’d ask you the next day, during lunch.

what he hadn’t anticipated, though, was how nervous he’d be, fiddling with the hem of his shirt the entire lunch break as he waited for the perfect moment to give you the note he’d written that morning, rewritten like seven times and with the help of some slight googling and trying to write it as prettily as possible, especially the latin letters. though he didn’t know that you kept all his notes in a little box and read them sometimes when you felt anxious he still wanted the notes to be perfect, because you deserved perfect. especially when he was quite literally asking to date you.

but then lunch was almost over and yunho kicked his leg because he was being a coward and he yelped out and now he most definitely had your attention, and now there was no going back.

“i have something for you”, voice quiet and shy and, much to his dismay, not only your but also the boys’ eyes were on the two of you now. still, he handed you the little paper, starting to ramble as soon as the paper had changed owner.

“i know this looks like you don’t have a choice, but i just didn’t want to be the one to put the no right there, so i just added a comments section, but you can say no, of course, it’s fine, don’t worry about it, i’ll still be your friend and all, but i just felt like asking. you can also press snooze and i’ll ask again somewhen else, or give it back later if you need to think a little, everything is fine, i-”

“mingi”, you interrupted his nervous rambling, “will you let me read what you wrote before you worry so much?”

your words seemed kind of harsh, but your voice held a softness to it that was reserved for the tall baby in front of you only, so he knew you weren’t annoyed at his barely coherent rambling. you just wanted to calm him down, because he was obviously nervous.

“oh, yeah, of course, sorry.” staring at his hands which were now playing with each other in his lap, though not because he was hurt but because he was embarrassed, not wanting to see your reaction, which was a shame, because he missed the absolutely adoring smile that made its way to your face when you unfolded the little note. he’d even looked up the word for ‘girlfriend’ in swedish for you, and though you couldn’t be sure if that was why you suspected he’d chosen swedish because he knew you’d always been closer to your swedish-speaking mother than your finnish-speaking father.

will you be my flickvän? - mingi

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the note was adorable, with a few sweet very mingi drawings, and you didn’t have to think twice about your reply, telling him to turn around and lean over so you could use his back as a surface to write on. and write you did, obviously filling out the comment section, making him nervous. then, you handed him the note, smiling before heading off to class, leaving him to stare at you dumbfounded while he wondered just what you’d written, but needing to wait until class was over to talk to you about it.

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the thing is i don't think ben and ryn don't work on their own, i think they have a real connection and definitely deep feelings for one another and always have (i'd even argue ryn developped romantic feelings for ben awhile before she developped those for maddie) and i think the fandom acts like they don't work or don't have chemistry because it's the "hetero" leg of the triad which makes zero sense to me

ryn being involved with ben even without maddie doesn't make her any less queer and the same can be said for maddie's involvement with robb. they're both still queer women and they're also and that's something the fandom can't wrap their heads around for some reason but they're both polyamorous. i could see maybe maddie being happy in a monogamous relationship but ryn is polyamorous so i don't understand this fantasy that's been pushed of maddie/ryn and ben completely pushed to the side

if the both of them weren't in love with him just as much as they're in love with each other i could maybe see it but the fandom needs to reckon with the fact that ben pownall is a part of this triad and even though he has acted all kinds of reckless and shitty right now (he can thank the song for that really) he is still at his core a good person. it's just funny to me how quick fandom wants to turn on him

to me the siren fandom sometimes acts when it comes to ben's addiction the same way maddie does when it comes to susan, by that i mean hostile, no understanding and no support. and god bless maddie, i love her but her views on addiction really aren't something to emulate because she doesn't even seem to understand it as the illness it is which makes it all the more understandable why she's the last person ben would reach out to for help unfortunately

Okay, since these are long, I will again attack each ask separately if I can and this will likely get long again, so I will also put it under a cut again.

These asks are starting to sound a little bitter, so while I do love discussing the show, let’s maybe keep the “the fandom needs to do this” to more of a minimum. It’s not my job to police how the fandom ships people together on this show.

Okay, so starting with Ben/Ryn. I think Ben and Ryn COULD work on their own and HAVE in certain episodes/scenes. The issue that comes up with Ben and Ryn that’s always been there and has never been there for Maddie/Ryn or Maddie/Ben is the Song and Ben’s long-term addiction to it. Ben and Maddie were in love long before either of them ended up addicted to the Song and Maddie and Ryn were able to build a relationship away from it, too. But Ben’s feelings for Ryn, while I believe the show when it tells us that his love for her was not CREATED by the Song, has certainly been influenced by it a bit. And even if we, for the sake of argument, say that the Song has not influenced his feelings at all, it’s still influenced his BEHAVIOR. Ben gets really erratic when Ryn isn’t around, really restless. His impulsivity and obsessive nature gets amplified due to the Song and so his behavior regarding Ryn is really really different than we used to see in his relationship with Maddie or what we see in Maddie’s relationship with Ryn.

Personally? Since it was unclear for a while how much of Ben’s feelings were influenced by the Song or not, their relationship has always been somewhat questionable. Ben becomes less and less predictable the longer he’s addicted to that Song to the point now that he’s lying to both the women he loves about really big things that he knows they won’t like and/or will be uncomfortable with. And that’s something I think IS a side-effect of the Song because Maddie got involved in the mission with Ryn pretty quick, he TRUSTED Maddie to be his partner in whatever he had gotten himself into. They WERE partners.

And I think Ben and Ryn have had some really cute moments, I do. I think that Ryn and Ben are also both super fucking impulsive, though, and Ryn is only just starting to learn how to think things through a little more while Ben is steadily LOSING his ability to think things through so by Season 3 their relationship to me seems super dysfunctional and not necessarily super healthy. It’s starting to feel like Ben is getting almost POSSESSIVE of Ryn and is clinging to her as the only thing keeping him going, the only thing that’s keeping him SANE (as much as he even can be right now). And that’s not ideal. Whereas Maddie and Ryn are SUPER open with each other still, we’ve seen them have several conversations about their relationship and how Robb fits into that and Maddie’s break-up with Ben, etc. The ONLY conversation we’ve seen like that with Ben was when Ryn calls him out on the injections. And even then he doesn’t open up about where he’s getting the injections or the fact that he’s re-addicted himself to her Song. He’s still lying to her, he’s still not being open and honest with her.

So while I don’t MIND Bryn as a ship, I don’t they’ve gotten to a really unhealthy stage in their relationship and it needs to fall apart before it can get better. Because while Ben is obviously dealing with a sickness none of them know about, he still needs to be held accountable for some of the things he’s done and Ryn will have every right to be upset about BOTH of the things he’s still hiding from her.

And finally, (wow still on the first ask) Bryn are NOT the only “hetero” leg of the triangle. I think you’ve entirely forgotten that Maddie and Ben are ALSO a “hetero” leg of the triangle. Obviously they’re broken up at the moment, but if we’re considering Polymarine as a closed triad, then there are TWO “hetero” legs to that triangle. I’ve loved Ben and Maddie as a couple since episode 1, they were SO GOOD in season 1, they were an incredible team that was so open and honest with each other and complemented each other’s flaws and virtues really well and had such similar values and just clearly really loved each other. Ben and Maddie were AWESOME.

Okay, moving on to the second ask.

I agree with you, all THREE people in that relationship are canonically polyamorous and Ryn and Maddie are both wlw, as well (I’d definitely headcanon Ben as mlm as well, but that’s not technically canon yet). And those things remain true no matter whether they’re in a monogamous relationship or a heterosexual relationship or not. I have in fact posted SEVERAL things to that exact effect, so you’re sort-of preaching to the choir with this one.

THAT BEING SAID. People are allowed to ship who they want to ship, that’s really none of your business. Lots of people really like Maddie/Ryn but maybe aren’t so solid on Bryn or just Ben as a character and that’s FINE. He’s certainly not my PERSONAL favorite of the triad, but I’ve liked his relationships with Maddie and Ryn in the past and he’s been really cool as a character individually in the past, too. I wouldn’t ship Polymarine if I didn’t like Ben. But ship and let ship, it’s not a terrible thing that people prefer Maddie/Ryn on their own to Polymarine and would prefer Ben not be in the picture so much. As you say yourself, even if they ship Maddie/Ryn without Ben, it doesn’t actually take away from either character being polyamorous. Polyamorous people CAN be in monogamous relationships.

As for Ryn and Maddie still being wlw even when they’re given male love interests, I think the issue here is that wlw in main character roles of a show like this are still relatively uncommon and it’s frustrating to all the wlw who watch this show to have to see Ryn and Maddie only get a couple cheek kisses while Ryn and Ben go on a romantic underwater swim and get full on-the-mouth kisses and sleep in beds together. Ryn and Maddie’s romantic scenes this season have definitely been diminished and PALE in comparison to what we see with Bryn and even with Robb/Maddie recently. I want to believe it’s because they’re just that solid and so we don’t “need” to see them be super romantic to remind us that they’re together and in love, but I can understand the frustration and the worry that the queer polyamorous representation is going to get sidelined so that Bryn can take center stage and Maddie can get shoved off with someone else. While I don’t believe it will happen and I’m choosing to stick with my theory that it’s just another obstacle for Polymarine to have to overcome in order to be stronger, there’s enough precedent in media for me to understand why people are VERY worried about this.

This third ask is mostly just bitterness, so I don’t want to spend super long on it. I’ve put down a bunch of reasons why people are less into Bryn than they have been into Raddie or even Baddie. Also, he is being super messy this season. The thing that’s difficult with just blaming the Song for all of his actions, though, is that they’ve told us that the Song doesn’t just create feelings, it simply seems to amplify them. Ben’s been impulsive and obsessive long before he met Ryn, it was just something he had a better handle on. Now, though, he doesn’t have a handle on it, but that facet of his personality has always been there. So we can’t blame the Song for all of it, we know that, while this is likely something he wouldn’t have gone through with pre-Song, the Song isn’t turning him into someone he’s not, either. Personally, I don’t feel like I can just exonerate Ben entirely by going “the Song made him do it.” I think Ben needs to take responsibility for his actions and recognize the effect that it’s had on other people in order to atone for them over time. He let a man die, that’s something he’s going to have to contend with. He disrespected the body one of Ryn’s tribemates, that’s something he’s going to have to contend with.

I feel like you’re being kind-of unfair to Maddie in this last ask. Maddie and Susan are MOTHER and DAUGHTER. Susan was supposed to take care of Maddie, not the other way around. Susan’s drug addiction likely caused Maddie to feel super abandoned and unloved as a child and it could even have brought her into dangerous situations the way it did in Season 2. And from what I remember, Susan didn’t seek help for a long time, something I can totally understand Maddie being upset about. Addiction is a disease, for certain, but if the person isn’t willing to even try to get better, I think that’s now on them. And, again, Maddie would have been a CHILD through most of this and is totally allowed to hold some bitterness about how she didn’t get a mom during her childhood the way she should have.

And the same is true of Ben. What happened to him originally with Ryn’s Song is by no means his fault, obviously, and I don’t think Maddie ever treats it like it is. But expecting her to remain in a relationship with him when she KNOWS how she’ll react to it due to her history with addiction seems super unfair. She’s choosing not to remain in a relationship where she might end up feeling abandoned and unloved again. And you know what? She ends up BREAKING that rule in Season 2 ANYWAY. She gets back into a relationship with him (and starts one with Ryn) while he’s still under the effects of the addiction and there’s no cure in sight. And then she gets addicted herself and they BOTH go get a cure when it becomes available. She stands by him as he struggles through the jealousy over Ryn’s mating season, as much as she stands by Ryn who is wary of Ben’s jealousy and how that may make him react.

What she’s doing now is acting hostilely to something that she has no idea is even RELATED to an addiction. It might be raising some red flags in her head that she’s got due to her mother’s issues with it, but as far as Maddie knows, the addiction didn’t cause him to let a man drown. If your partner that you thought you knew and believed was 100% NOT addicted to anything just suddenly let someone die when they could’ve saved them, would that NOT raise red flags for you? Or if you found out your partner who you KNOW got cured of their unwilling addiction just suddenly started exhuming graves for science experiments, particularly graves of people that are IMPORTANT TO HIS OWN GIRLFRIEND? Ben is doing some REAL shady stuff right now and while WE THE AUDIENCE know that Ben is sick and addicted to the Song, Maddie does not. That’s really important to remember. I’d go back and look at how Maddie and Ben interacted in late Season 1 and early Season 2 for how Maddie reacts to Ben when she KNOWS he’s addicted to the Song and compare that to her behavior now when she believes he’s been completely cured, the way she has. It’s not like it’s an assumption on her part, either, she had to get cured WITH HIM and she knows that she is fully cured, they saw the brain scans, so she has no reason to believe that Ben isn’t doing these things entirely of his own volition.

Ben isn’t choosing not to approach Maddie because he thinks she’s too hostile to ever want to help him through his illness/addiction. He’s choosing to lie to her and not ask her for help both because deep down he knows he’s in the wrong, and because of a combo of hurt over the break-up and what appears to be a clear attempt to give Maddie some space. It’s why he doesn’t tell RYN, either, he’s not just not approaching Maddie about this, he’s doing the exact same thing with Ryn, even though she DIDN’T break up with him over Ian’s death or get angry with him. He knows that what he’s doing would upset her, so he’s saying nothing. Maddie is not some hostile villain. She has her flaws, I’m not saying she doesn’t, but her decision to not want to be involved in a relationship with someone who has substance abuse issues due to a difficult past with a loved one who has substance abuse issues is not one of them. Expecting her to fix Ben while he’s being super dishonest with her and becoming a person she can’t even recognize anymore seems super unfair.

TL;DR I don’t think Bryn work right now any more than Baddie do and that is entirely on Ben for not being honest and open in his relationships and making BOTH “hetero” legs of the triangle become unhealthy and dysfunctional. Maddie and Ryn obviously are both able to be queer and polyamorous no matter who they’re dating or how many people they’re dating, so let people ship what they want if it’s what makes them feel good and isn’t hurting you. Ben’s actions are not all able to be blamed on the Song any more than his love for Ryn is a product of the Song, so even though he definitely is a good person at heart and can come back to that, he’s super annoying right now and I don’t blame people for being less interested in him as a character. Again, if it’s not hurting you, let people ship whatever they want. I think if you want people to be more compassionate towards Ben as a character, maybe you should think about being more compassionate towards Maddie and not call her “hostile” for being upset with her mother for not being able to truly be there for her and for abandoning her when she was young. Maybe you should not be blaming Maddie for not being a mind-reader and realizing that Ben’s still addicted to the Song instead of doing what’s best for her own mental health.

#siren #siren freeform #polymarine #bryndie #ben pownall #maddie bishop #ryn fisher #raddie #siren spoilers #long post #Anonymous

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NCT NSFW A-Z: Taeyong

A/N: SOOOO many people were waiting for this lmao. Hope you guys enjoy im high-key worried this won’t satisfy ahahahahahah :]

Also while writing this I've rediscovered my love for Paramore. I forgot how much I love their shit it’s so good 10/10 would recommend.

A – Aftercare

S O F T I E. Acts like you’re the most valuable person in the world after. Touches his forehead to yours with his eyes closed basing in the afterglow, and opens them to gaze over you and immerse silently in his love for you. He touches you with gentle hands as if he were handling a piece of glass because he doesn’t want to irritate any part of your body that he already angered.

Keeps some bottles of water and some light snacks in the bedside table so he doesn’t have to leave you to get anything afterward. If you’re not too tired he’ll start a bath for the two of you; doesn’t give himself a second thought and spend 90% of the bath cleaning you up. Makes sure to moisturize your skin and dress you in some light clothes, probably one of his shirts and some soft panties.

B – Body part

Not so innocently obsessed with the feeling of your hands. He likes how soft and gentle they feel when you stroke the pads of your fingers along his skin or the tiny indents he can feel along his jaw when you grab his face during a kiss. Likes to hold at least one when you fuck, just to keep a little bit of the innocence and pure love he feels for you present no matter how dark or freaky things may get.

C – Cum

Doesn’t mess or play with it too much; a result of the clean freak within him. 9/10 he pushes himself as deep as he can within you when he cums because that’s where you feel the tightest and the warmest. Doesn’t care too much for cream pies or watching his cum fall out afterward, but does slightly enjoy the occasional dribble of his seed from the corner of your mouth when you suck him off.

D – Dirty Secret

Gets off at the idea of watching you fuck one of the other members. Don’t ask me to explain why but the thought of seeing you get pounded speechless by Jaehyun or reduced to tears by Yuta’s tongue or giving Mark the suck of his life has had him palming off in the bathroom more than just a few times. Don’t be surprised when he asks if you’ve ever thought about a threesome.

E – Experience

He’s been around. However, I don’t think his experience comes from being with a lot of partners, but more so being with one partner multiple times and perfecting the things which work best with those people. It’s given him room to improve multiple skills and learn new things/experiment and make his own tricks.

His confidence also helps as it makes all his actions, even the odd or accidental, seem like he’s done them on purpose and tricks his partner into thinking he knows more than they do. Overall, Tae knows wtf he doing and your gonna feel every bit of his knowledge round by round.

F – Favorite Position

Missionary. You both get access to everything and it’s very kink friendly. There’s room and ease for teasing on the clit, sucking on nipples, scratching his back, wrapping his hand around your throat, and it gives room to make use of ropes and ties, vibrators, plugs, etc.

Honorable mentions is 69. He gets turned on when he’s eating you out, so having you down there to get him off while he enjoys his meal is like heaven. Bonus is being able to reach down for control and ease to fuck your throat.

G – Goofy

Very rarely. Maybe at the very beginning when things are still light and innocent, but as soon as things escalate to heated making out, all jokes and giggles are out the door. Taeyong tends to develop a very strong and intimidating persona when things get heated, so I wouldn’t expect anything less.

H – Hair

Doesn’t shave often but he will if you want him too. Doesn’t mind hair on you AT ALL. Finds it a bit sexy, whether it’s just a bit or it’s grown a while, he finds the natural aspect to be more tantalizing than one would expect.

I – Intimacy

To me, Taeyong comes off as a VERY affectionate person. I don’t think he’d go overboard with PDA, preferring to save all his affections for his S/O for when the two of you are alone, but I also don’t believe he spares all of his affection and intimacy to be shown purely through sexual acts.

His intimacy is very soft. Gentle kisses on your temple when he wakes up in the morning, even if you’re still asleep. Tracing his fingers lightly across the expanse of whatever exposed skin of yours his fingers can reach. Lots of staring at you with soft, half-closed heart eyes when you’re sleeping or gazing off in the opposite direction, and tons of cuddle sessions with his head resting upon your chest or stomach while his hands are wrapped around your waist; he likes having you close and maintaining some sort of contact with you whenever he can.

J – Jack-Off

Not too often, mostly cause he has you and he’ll take whatever you’re willing to give him, but also because his drive isn’t super high that he felt the need to relieve his urges that often.

Most definitely has a folder filled to the brim of scandalous photos of you, whether you just looked especially good in an outfit, you’re teasing him in his clothing or some lingerie, or exposing yourself to him. Don’t think he doesn’t have videos of you fucking; there’s at least 10 and they’re all at LEAST one minute long. Probably found some way to save your voice memos in there too.

Freaky/nonconventional porn is his favorite. This can range from basic powerplay dynamics like daddy kink or petplay, to gangbangs, to heavy bdsm with tons of restraints and a crying sub with cum dripping off of their face. I’d mention some other things I can see him getting off to but I’ll abstain for the sake of some people’s sanity =].

K – Kink

Definitely power play. I know other people get caught in a debate about if Tae is a dom or sub but I don’t think he’s either or. I can honestly see him being just as turned on and getting off as the dominant OR submissive in a sexual situation. I see him as a full dom but not a full sub, as in he doesn’t follow your commands or cave into your words but rather enjoys being tortured by your actions and struggling against you. That also leads to my theory that he has a teasing kink.

Yes, he loves yanking you around by your hair when your hands are clasped together from use and the sight of looking down at your glossy eyes staring back at him as you struggle to breathe with his hand grasping your throat. But he also loves fighting against you when you bind his wrists to a chair and tease him to the point that he feels like he’s about to explode. The ghost of your lips over his skin, the tingle of the tips of your nails dragging over his chest just enough for him to feel, your slick heat gliding slow over the length of his cock drives his rage through the roof but he loves it none-the-less. You best believe you’re getting it afterwards tho, so don’t push your luck too far.

I can honestly see him being into a variety of things, like pet-play, voyeurism, pain(light), humiliation/degradation(light), breath play(light), etc.

L – Limits

Nothing with high risk or physical damage (like knife play or electricity); not one for pain other than your nails down his back or aching in his cock from edging, so you can rule out clamps from his ends. If you want something along those lines he’ll try, but I think he’d be too worried about the possibility of hurting you would turn into too much for him to handle.

M – Motivation (Turn-On)

This might seem obvious but hear me out. Skin exposure/public teasing; Say you’re sitting on the couch across the room from him in a large t-shirt going down to your knees. Some of the members are lounging around, watching t.v., talking, etc. He looks at you and watches as you slowly open your crossed legs to show him your uncovered and glistening pussy while you stare at him with an innocent gleam in your eye. Or maybe you’re walking around trying to find something one of the dreamies lost and your shirt accidentally lifts too high when you bend over to check beneath the couch. This type of stuff drives him crazy and kicks his self-control to the curb, so don’t be surprised when he comes behind you to grab a handful of your ass and question innocently if you wanted to search the bedroom with him.

Sometimes it requires no effort at all. You could be sitting silently by the window of the hotel you’re in for the night, in shorts and a satin tank top, and the glow from the sunset against the soft, exposed skin of your thighs is all it takes to wind him up.

I see this happening pretty often, and 7/10 it’s in this latter instance, coming from a romantic place. Just a little bit of some exposed skin is all it takes for him to get caught up in the memory of your soft touches and lingering kisses and how much love he has for you and BAM he’s ready for some romantic boning.

N – NO (Turn-Off)

I truly cannot think of that many super standout things. First (and I know how basic/kinda odd this is but) a mess. He can’t get it on with you in a messy place or with a messy person (hair is messy clothes are dirty that typa stuff).

Also the idea of hurting you. He can get down with some freaky stuff (cuffs, leashes, ties, whatever) but the idea of causing you some sort of ACTUAL PAIN would turn him off immediately.

O – Oral

Giving: Taeyong loves eating pussy you can’t change my mind. Makes good use of his lips; i.e. a very generous of kissing and sucking, almost like he’s making out with you. It’s easy to tell considering how much he uses them when he talks and raps lol. Eating you out turns him on, especially when you pull really hard on his hair (que that slight pain kink). Plays with himself while he eats; if he’s lying on his stomach then he’ll grind himself against the bed. In any other position, like if you’re sitting on his face or he’s on his knees, he’ll jerk himself off with one hand and hold you in place with the other. Not much use of his fingers as this is usually a form of foreplay for him so he isn’t aiming for you to cum, just to warm you up.

Receiving: Quite vocal. “Ahh, yeah..” “Just like that baby” Sits back and watches you work with a nasty smirk. Likes the dragging feeling of the edges of your nails along his shaft and pinching subtly at his balls. L O V E S eye contact (cause of the way your cheeks gets pink under his stare). Likes it most when he’s fucking your mouth or forcing his cock down your throat so he can see your eyes get watery and red.

P – Place

V E R Y fond of shower sex; you’ve always looked so pretty with wet hair, but he likes the look of his fist tugging on the wet strands even better. He likes to watch the water droplets shake and fall off your ass when he’s fucking you, and how much louder the smacking of your skin is when it echoes against the closed-in vicinity.

The kitchen is fun as well. Doesn’t care if you want it from behind with one leg held up on the island, or if you want to sit on the countertop and make-out while he goes wild in your pussy. Sometimes he’ll randomly come up behind you while you’re doing dishes and yank your shorts & panties down and just raw dog you.

Q – Quickie

Like Jaehyun, they aren’t his favorite just because he likes to take his time, but if you’re bratty enough or he’s too riled up to think straight, he’ll make time and find a place for it to happen no matter where you are(office, restaurant, concert, movies). As a result, he’s focused on getting his fill and becomes quite messy and ignorant to the idea of being caught.

R – Risk

He down for some risky business every now and then. Won’t let the risk escalate too high if he’s thinking with his head instead of his dick. As previously mentioned, if his horniness clouds his judgment he doesn’t care what the location is; he’ll take you in the seats at the back of a movie theater if he has too. If he’s thinking logically, however, his risk level is more controlled, like the restrooms at the office or a noisy and crowded restaurant where no one will notice you’re overlapping and extensive absence.

S – Stamina

Knows how to pace himself; 3-4 rounds max.

T – Toys

Has a collection; enough to fill two or three average sized shoe boxes under the bed. Common things like a few different colored ropes, a couple handcuffs, some vibrators (Hitachi's and pills [google it]), dildos, hand full of butt plugs. Every now and then he might buy something a little more extra (like a spreader bar or restraint set) but they end up being rarely used or set off for special occasions.

U – Unfair [Teasing/Being teased]

I explained the bulk of this in the risk section, so I’ll just re-state the obvious that since he loves to be teased, he’s gonna tease the hell out of you as revenge. Teasing from his end is dominantly pushing you closer to the edge of bliss inches at a time with movements just quick enough to provide some sort of gratification, either with his fingers on your clit of his cock moving against that spot inside you, but halting his movements moments before you explode. I don’t see him teasing very often, however. He saves it for slow times when neither of you is in a rush to get off, or when you’re being a brat.

V – Volume

Members are gonna hear him through the walls but you don’t have to worry about any complaint or concern calls from the neighbors.

What comes out of his mouth is A LOT of moaning. They’re long and drawn out from the base of his throat, making up 70% of the noise filling the room (He doesn’t even attempt to keep at a controlled volume). The other 30% is dirty talk but he keeps that nice and low, gently throwing the words past his lips and right into your ear just for you to hear them.

W – Wild Card [Author’s Choice]

Low-key has a thing for people watching. He often records your escapades (always the risky ones) for future lonely nights and has become very prideful in bragging and showing the videos to the other members. Somewhat ties into/slightly satisfies his fantasies of you getting on with another member. One night or another he might accidentally leave the door cracked enough for someone passing by to get a glimpse and pretend he doesn’t see them stop in the hallway.

X – X-Ray [Dick Size]

A little over average length (like 6 ½) but not much girth. Not skinny to the point of dissatisfaction, just not much stretch.

Y – Yearning [Sex Drive]

Average, both when home and on tour. Despite the speculation of others, or what you may have perceived from reading this, I don’t see TY as a super sexual person (in the sense that it’s a major facet of his being or has a big role in his life). While I do think things can get pretty freaky with him when the time is right, I believe for the most part he just a big softie who craves affection.

Z – Zzz [After Sex]

Takes about 30 minutes to fall asleep after getting both of you cleaned and settled.

#nct smut #nct u smut #nct 127 smut #taeyong #taeyong smut #taeyong imagines #n #neosmutcollective

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recipe-for-thomathy · 5 years

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A little Side Secret

TW: Deceit (but he's nice y'all. He's just a sweet and sour misunderstood danger noodle... Oh, and speaking of danger noodle there's a pic of one in this so please, if you don't like snakes, continue with caution)

Pairs: Prinxiety and Logicality

"why don't you make our relationships canon, Thomas? We would love to play our own selves in the Sanders Sides videos! I'm sure the Fanders will love seeing their ships sailing!" Roman suggests joyously, a cuddly little Emo Nightmare between his arms.

"that would make a lot of people happy, Princey, but we have to consider that not all Fanders ship Prinxiety and Logicality. I wouldn't want them to be disappointed." Thomas explains lightly.

Logan nods in agreement, "Thomas is right", adding in, "We must take each and every one of our viewers' preferences into account. Not to mention, there are a few people who find it weird having Thomas ship himself with, well, himself. Although we are more than just parts of Thomas, we are still him."

"Plus, outing our existence to the world would cause a massive outbreak in the media. How would Thomas explain how we came to be when he himself has no idea?" Virgil sends a pointed look to Thomas.

Patton rests his head on his logical boyfriend's shoulder, humming contently when he feels Logan wrap an arm around his waist, "our very purpose is to help Thomas in all the ways we can. Maybe we came to exist so as to serve as our dear Thomathy's guardians?" the moral Side shares his thought to the group.

Logan hums, taking his lover's words into recognition, "if that is the case, it still wouldn't explain how we all manifested into the real world as real life individuals. We are able to "sink down" into Thomas' mind as portrayed in the series, us being "imaginary" and all, yet we are also able to interact with him as though we, too are living human beings. It frankly does not make any sense."

"maybe it doesn't have to make sense." Patton shrugs cutely.

"I agree with Padre." the fanciful Side smiles at the fatherly figure, "what matters now is that no one finds out about our existence-"

"uh.. Thomas?"

Everyone in the room freezes except the person standing near Thomas' kitchen, holding what looked to be a snake-

"Joan!/Dee!" Thomas and his Sides shout in unison.

"uh... I can explain?" Thomas lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as his Sides try to hide behind him but are failing miserably. He totally forgot Joan was coming over and didn't even hear the door open and shut closed.

"explain what? The fact that my theory of your Sides being real was right, or the fact that you have a pet ball python and never told me?"

(this is what Deceit looks like

He's like, 3 feet haha)

"er.. Both-? Wait, you had a theory about my Sides being real?!" Thomas exclaims, appalled by what he just heard from his best friend.

"I may or may not have overheard you talking to them in several occasions where I helped you make the Sanders Sides videos. But it's chill, at least now I know you're not going crazy." Joan laughs and holds out the snake in their hands, "I'm assuming this is Deceit?"

In a blink of an eye, the snake shapeshifts into said Side, a small blush coating his cheeks, "you are definitely incorrect."

Logan places a reassuring hand on Deceit's shoulder when he shuffles to join the group behind their host, letting the lying trait know that everything's fine.

"you're not like, gonna flip out? Nothing?" Thomas asks skeptically.

"Thomas, buddy, c'mon. I've always known there was something special about you. Sure, you may look like a normal homosexual adult, but sometimes you can be a bit...-"

"wild?"

"extra?"

"weird?"

"spicy!"

Roman, Logan, Virgil and Patton pipe up at the same time, making Joan chuckle and nod at all their descriptions of their host, "knowing about your Sides won't change my mind or the way I see you. Having real life versions of yourself exist may be beyond the ordinary, but hey! You're Thomas Sanders! The story time guy! That YouTuber who has one of the best fandoms! But most importantly, you're Thomas Sanders, my dearest gay best friend, and I wouldn't have you any other way no matter what."

By then, Thomas was silently crying tears of joy from Joan's sweet and touching speech, immediately pulling them in for a hug.

"you're the best, Joan."

"yeah yeah, I know." the non-binary fella pats their friend's back comfortingly, "now that I know though, I'm not allowed to tell anyone else, correct?"

"it would be for the best, yes. " Logan nods, shooting Joan a thankful smile.

"it can be our little secret!" Patton declares, giggling when Roman gestures to Deceit, earning a hiss from the slightly shorter trait.

"our Little Side Secret." Virgil confirms, smiling at his famILY.

How was that?

I love writing these 😆 dunno if I'm writing the Sides correctly tho. Especially Logan haha but oh well.

Feedback pls?😊❤

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides au #sanders sides fic #sympathetic deceit

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jungnoir · 6 years

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Can I please request this prompt “Hi, I saw on your dating profile that the only criteria you judge potential suitors on is whether they’re a dog or cat person…?” additionally, “You’re pretty cute so I’ll give you a pass if you pick the wrong answer.” with Seokmin because he just loves dogs!!! So Much!!!

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lee seokmin | “Hi, I saw on your dating profile that the only criteria you judge potential suitors on is whether they’re a dog or cat person…?” additionally, “You’re pretty cute so I’ll give you a pass if you pick the wrong answer.” | 1.8k words. | fluff, humor.

a/n: to celebrate the oh my! comeback, here’s a lil something sweet I’ve been saving! and yeah. I stole the title from a try guys video.

You didn’t consider yourself particularly “bad at dating” (could you do so without being biased? …well…). However, it became pretty clear when all the possible suitors at your job were a bust and finding someone on the weekends ended with a very superficial goal in mind that love was just…. incredibly evasive. And only for you, it seemed.

You were at a place in your life where you felt stable in everything; in fact, the only thing you could think of that was missing in your life was someone special. You liked being single because it was freeing, but you couldn’t help but long for someone’s hand in yours when you’d take a stroll on the town, couldn’t help but imagine someone’s arms wrapping around your waist while you prepared a semi-edible dinner, couldn’t help but lay awake in bed sometimes and think about how much you’d love to have someone curled up against your back fast asleep.

So, after a few drinks and a marathon of rom-coms to leave you more than a little romance-horny, you turned to a dating app.

You weren’t going to lie, the first week on there was hell.

Every single person you wanted to match with either didn’t match with you or turned out to be extremely gross when it came down to the actual “getting to know each other” part. You would dedicate at least a small part of your day to looking through profiles like your friends had recommended, but if anything, your success in finding someone even slightly your type went further down.

But, like all things, the best part can come when you least expect it. For you, it was right before you were going to delete your profile.

Most of the people you saw on here were usually mean-mugging the camera or posing far too stiffly to be realistic, so when you were met with a photo of a chocolate poodle staring right at you, big dark eyes practically begging for you to swipe right, you were puzzled. It was currently midnight, you were struggling to keep your eyes open, and you may have possibly found the best suitor on this entire app… and he wasn’t even human. Underneath the poodle’s picture was the name “Seokmin” followed by his age, “21″.

It was only when you started to click through the other pictures provided that you realized that the poodle was not Seokmin (as a much more sober and well-rested mind would have told you). “Seokmin” turned out to be a guy with a smile that lit up your phone screen and stilled you in your tracks. Dark colored hair laid neatly on top of his head, parted to the side to nicely frame his face. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a large dog laid across his lap looking like it was having the time of its life, and if you could tell anything by the faint pink lines running down the insides of his arm, that big dog must’ve been a handful. The same poodle that had caught your eye in the beginning was seated next to him in the photo, licking at one of the scratches that it might’ve had some help in causing.

Out of the six pictures he provided, only one of them was without any four-legged companions swarming him, and most of the ones that did have pups in them featured the same chocolate poodle somewhere in the background.

Eyes drifting down to his bio, you were dumbstruck again. He didn’t mention any hobbies, didn’t include a witty joke like most guys on the site, or list any of the things he was looking for in a partner except one.

Dog or cat person? Choose wisely.

You blink at the short and incredibly cryptic bio, your forehead wrinkling while your brain brims with confusion… and curiosity.

Hell. What could you lose?

Swiping right, you blink when you realize that the two of you have matched. You see the option to contact him. You know in your mind (somewhere) that you should save doing such a thing for later, but… it was midnight and you didn’t have anywhere near the patience to wait that long.

By the time you’re actually in his messages, your mind is on auto-pilot. You have a plan to send him something quickly and head to bed, probably to wake much later and delete the app when you find that even this cute but slightly strange guy is somehow, someway, a weirdo. You had long since abandoned your bad pick-up lines and jokes, the excitement and hope to find someone having died down exponentially by the time seven days had gone by. Besides, the guy had given you something to start with.

You sent:

hi, I saw on your dating profile that the only criteria you judge potential suitors on is whether they’re a dog or cat person…?

You stare at your message with the very last bit of energy you have, checking for any spelling or grammatical errors, but there is nothing to really worry about. That, or maybe you’re too tired to be able to tell. Whatever it might be, you can set your phone down and let yourself succumb to the warm caresses of sleep with ease.

Until you wake two and a half hours later, your phone vibrating against the back of your skull mercilessly.

You blearily look around the darkness of your room, thankful that it’s at least a Saturday and that you don’t have work in three and a half hours, because otherwise you might have pelted your phone across the room in annoyance.

Carefully fishing the offending device from behind your head, you hold the brightly shining phone away from your face a few inches as to not blind yourself. You realize that you hadn’t hooked it up to the charger, a habit of yours that came only when sleep captured you before you could think to do so. You try to think of the last thing you’d done to be awoken like this. That is, until you see three new messages on your screen from the dating app you were supposed to delete earlier.

Seokmin sent:

That is correct! Sorry for the late reply, I just got home from my friend’s place.

You’re pretty cute so I’ll give you a pass if you pick the wrong answer.

Were you… was he serious right now?

You push yourself up from the sheets of your bed, flipping on your lamplight to stare at the texts more closely. Sure enough, he definitely really sent you those.

A small, disbelieving laugh leaves your mouth as you think of what to say. There isn’t much to him in your mind yet. He’s a cute guy, he apparently thinks you’re cute, he seems to know a lot of dogs, and… well, that’s it. If he wasn’t so handsome and you hated dogs, you would have definitely swiped left, no questions asked.

Also, what was up with “wrong answer”?

You sent:

there’s a wrong answer? sounds pretty biased

also, it’s pretty clear which answer is correct given your affinity for the canine population

Seokmin sent:

Welllll, the question is are ~you~ a dog or cat person, not me.

Don’t mind my preference :)

You couldn’t quite fathom why you bothering to have this conversation, especially seeing as it was 2:36 a.m. for the both of you and you were as in your right mind as a rubber duck right now… that didn’t even make sense, you were so not in your right mind right now. But hey, did that stop you?

You sent:

alright, I’ll play

dog person. and this is a completely honest answer, by the way

Seokmin sent:

Could I humbly request a photo of a dog you’ve met? It would be even better if you were in the photo

You sent:

you do realize how weird you sound, right

Seokmin sent:

Hey, you’re a stranger. How do I know you’re not just lying about being a dog person to get me to like you?

You sent:

weren’t you the one who liked my profile first?

Seokmin sent:

…you have a point

So no pup photo then?

You sent:

(image.jpg)

the pup in my lap is named skittles and he’s my friend’s dog who i’ve been strategically trying to kidnap for three months

Seokmin sent:

Adorable

You sent:

ikr? he’s the sweetest

Seokmin sent:

😅 Actually, I was talking about you

but

Skittles is a runner-up for sure

You heart lightly skips in your chest at his response, your lip immediately being sucked between your teeth to nibble. Before you can think up a smart reply which might have taken you all night to formulate, Seokmin is sending something else.

Seokmin sent:

(image.jpg)

I saved this photo of me and Coco for anyone who struck my interest enough, so here you go. Consider it a thank you for your pic :)

You stare at the photo, unable to even admire the adorable poodle in his arms when he is right there. You weren’t one to be quickly drawn in by someone’s looks, but this Seokmin guy… he was an exception. Right off the bat, you’d already thought him attractive, but after having talked to him, that thought was hammered ever deeper into your sleep-deprived mind.

You sent:

Pretty handsome

Seokmin sent:

Coco?

Wait

I see what you did there 😅

You sent:

i think your smiley faces are rubbing off on me

Seokmin sent:

People say my smile in real life is contagious too

You sent:

we should test that theory one day

but first

i’d like to know more about you, mr. dog person

Seokmin sent:

Shouldn’t you be sleeping? I don’t want to keep you up…

No, perhaps a little while ago you might’ve agreed with him. You would have wished him goodnight because realistically, he’d be there in the morning when you woke up. But, maybe you were possessed, because you never felt more awake than right now.

You sent:

i’m not tired. are you?

Unlike before, Seokmin takes a while to reply. You know that you shouldn’t be upset if he’s honest and tells you he’s pooped and he’ll talk to you later, but the thought that he might makes your mood slightly deflate. You hadn’t had such a nice conversation with a guy like this in a long time, an embarrassingly long time actually. As impatient as it sounded, you weren’t very excited to let this spark of curiosity die as soon as it was ignited.

You begin to twiddle your thumbs as one minute turned into two, two turned into three, and then it happened.

Your phone vibrates in your lap.

Seokmin sent:

I couldn’t be more awake.

And hi, I’m Seokmin. It’s nice to meet you formally :)

You sent:

hi, Seokmin. I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet you too :) so, besides dogs, what else are you into?

So yeah, you didn’t consider yourself particularly “bad at dating”. You considered yourself “waiting for a Seokmin to come along”, and boy was it worth it.

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perlukafarinn · 7 years

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How about Dean and Cas as University professors? Where one is a leather-jacket-wearing, motorcycle-driving badass and the other wears sweater vests and dorky glasses? And none of their students realize they're married until some event happens that ends with someone witnessing them kissing goodbye in front of one of their offices?

Gossiping is a powerfulurge. University students are by no means exempt from it, despite ostensiblybeing intelligent adults. So when one sunny Monday morning, Professor Novakshows up to class with a visible hickey on the side of his neck, the rumor millgoes spinning out of control.

Because, yeah, Novak isgood looking but he’s always seemed kind of… untouchable. Like a monk, but ahot one.

His classes are smallbut everyone knows who Novak is so by early evening the whole campus has beenmade aware of The Hickey. Once people have gotten over the fact of its mereexistence, the conversation turns to who could possibly have made it.

Maeve isn’t particularlyinterested in the answer but she gets sucked into the conversation anyway thefollowing morning, as she and her friends wait for Professor Winchester’slecture to start. “It’s got to be Professor Milton, right? They’re alwaystogether.”

“She’s married,” Siobhandismisses, because she’s always on top of these things. The fact that shedoesn’t know the identity of Novak’s mystery lover seems to really gall her. “Andher wife is smoking hot, if she cheated it wouldn’t be with Professor SweaterVest.”

Marie shrugs. “I don’tknow, the sweater vests are kind of cute.”

“I’m gonna pretend youdidn’t say that.”

“What about ProfessorMasters?” Maggie suggests.

Siobhan considers thisfor a moment. “I mean, I guess, but can you really picture the two of themtogether? I know opposites attract and all but still…”

“It isn’t necessarily awoman,” Kristen says, which, point. “Or a professor.”

It’s at this point thatProfessor Winchester enters the lecture hall. Normally, his presence is enoughto get their attention. He’s one of those guys who knows he’s handsome and he’snot above using this to his advantage. The leather jacket doesn’t hurt, nor themotorcycle helmet he usually carries in his right hand, knocking casuallyagainst his hip.

Today, none of them somuch as glance his way.

For a moment, he standsat his desk, waiting for them to stop talking. When they don’t, he knockssharply on his desk, startling them.

He smiles easily, andfor a moment all gossip about Professor Novak’s love life is a distant memory. “What’sso important that you can’t stop talking about it? Did you start on the topicwithout me?”

“We’re trying to figureout who Professor Novak is hooking up with,” Siobhan replies, because she’sabsolutely shameless.

Winchester pinches hislips together, like he’s trying not to laugh. “Oh?”

And because Siobhanalways has to press her luck, “Do you know?”

“That’s, uh-” Winchesterclears his throat. “That’s not really appropriate for me to discuss with you.”

“So yes.”

“Okay!” Winchester clapshis hands. “I hope everyone did their reading, because we’re diving right intoEllison’s Flying Home. Who wants tostart?”

By the end of the week,Novak’s hickey has mostly faded and so have the rumors. That weekend Marie getsdrunk at a party and spends an hour making out with Kevin Tran, which gives themsomething new to talk about. The Novak Hickey mystery seems poised to go onunsolved.

Then, the next Monday,Professor Novak shows up to class with not one but two hickeys, and just like that the rumors go flying again.

Maggie stands fast byher theory that it has to be Professor Masters, arguing that she definitely hasthe hots for him (“She calls him Clarence. Who gives cutesy nicknames like thatunless they like somebody?”). Most of the rest of them figure it’s someoneoutside of school, which is more likely though less interesting.

Kristen, meanwhile, getsit in her head that it’s Professor Winchester, based on his reaction when theybrought up the topic.

The rest of them arequick to shoot that theory down.

“They have nothing incommon,” Maggie says, which is rich given that she thinks he’s hooking up withMasters.

“Professor Novak hatesmotorcycles,” Maeve adds. “He says they’re deathtraps.”

Siobhan shrugsapologetically. “It’s just not a lot to go on, babe.”

“Besides,” Marie says, “ProfessorWinchester has a boyfriend. I’ve seen him hanging around his office. He’sreally tall and he’s got gorgeous hair.”

They move on to theirnext theory, that Professor Novak is hooking up with a student (highlyunlikely, but perfectly scandalous if it is happening). It’s possible they’respending way too much time and effort on this subject but hey, it’s either thator work on their mid-term essays and no one actually wants to do that.

It’s during a Thursdaylecture a couple of weeks later, when Novak’s hickeys have finally faded onlyto be replaced by yet another one, that one of them grows frustrated with themystery and actually brings it up with Novak.

His expression goesabsolutely blank at the question. “You want to know who I’m…”

“Hooking up with,” Mariehelpfully repeats. “Or dating, if you prefer.”

It’s possible that thefreedom of college might have finally gone to her head. No one talks this way to Professor Novak. Professor Winchester orMasters, sure, because they’re fun and casual (Winchester even lets them callhim Dean), but Novak is too structured for that.

“I am not hooking upwith nor dating anyone,” Novak says slowly, brows furrowed in confusion. “And Iam at a loss as to how that relates to our topic.”

“We’ve just beenwondering,” Marie says. “What with the love bites.”

Novak’s hand shoots upto cover his neck, and then he’s actually blushing.“I, ah, was not aware that you had noticed.” He clears his throat. “Regardless,it is no concern of yours.”

Which is his polite wayof saying, mind your own goddamn business.Marie takes the hint, and the topic gets dropped.

The rumors fizzle outafter that. Clearly, Professor Novak is uncomfortable with them butting intohis personal life, and knowing that kind of takes the fun out of gossipingabout it. The hickeys also stop showing up.

Nearly a month later,Siobhan and Kristen are heading for his office after hours.

“It’s way too late,”Siobhan complains as her girlfriend drags her down the hall by the hand. “He’sprobably home by now.”

“I saw his car in theparking lot,” Kristen says. “And I need to talk to him today, I just missed hisregular office hours because someone wasdistracting me.”

“I can’t help it if I’madorable.”

Kristen elbows her side.“You’re a menace, is what you are.”

“Damn straight,” Siobhansays with a satisfied grin. “Or should I say damn-”

Kristen stops short justpast the corner, causing Siobhan to bump into her. She’s about to complain,when she sees what caused Kristen to stop.

Professor Novak isstanding outside his office, arms wrapped around and lips very much engagedwith Professor Winchester, who has him pressed against the doors.

“No way,” Siobhan breathes.

“Hah!” Kristen exclaims.

Winchester pulls awayabruptly, both men going red when they notice the girls. For a moment, all fourof them are engaged in an awkward staring contest.

“…I’m afraid officehours are over,” Novak eventually says.

“You lied!” Siobhanblurts. She catches herself moments after, deeply mortified at having justcalled out her professor aboutrightly keeping his personal life private.

Winchester, at least,doesn’t seem outraged at her audacity so much as amused. “You lying to yourstudents about me, Cas?”

Cas – freaking Cas – frowns. “I don’t remember doingthat.”

“You said you weren’thooking up with or dating anyone,” Siobhan reminds him, because in for a penny.

“Oh, yes,” Novak says. “Iwasn’t lying. Dean and I aren’t hooking up, we’re married.”

“What, those aremutually exclusive?” Winchester asks. “We get hitched and the romance dies?”

“I’d hardly call ‘hookingup’ romantic.”

“I would! You’re stillsaved in my contacts under ‘booty call’, you know.”

Novak’s cheeks go evenredder. “This is hardly appropriate,” he says, gesturing at Kristen and Siobhan.

“Right, sorry.”Winchester grimaces. “Uh, you girls won’t tell anyone about this?”

“We won’t,” Kristenassures him.

“But if you didn’t wantanyone to know, maybe you shouldn’t have kept giving your husband hickeys,”Siobhan suggests dryly. “Especially after we asked you about them.”

Novak turns to hishusband – his freaking husband –expression an icy calm. “You knew?”

“Uh…” Winchester gives him a weak smile. “In my defense, it was really funny.”

“Why don’t you head onhome,” Novak says, turning to the girls. “I need to speak to my husband inprivate.”

He doesn’t wait forWinchester to respond, but opens the doors to his office, waving him inside.Kristen and Siobhan are left alone in the hallway, still reeling from what justhappened.

“So,” Siobhan says aftera long moment. “You were right.”

“Of course I was.”Kristen tugs at her hand, and they head back down the hall the way they came. “Ijust hope you didn’t get Professor Winchester in too much trouble.”

“He had it coming.”Siobhan gives her a devious grin. “And I bet he’s not even in any trouble. They’reprobably about to have some really kinky sex on Professor Novak’s desk.”

“Gross,” Kristen whines.“I did not need that mental image.”

#cas-the-wise #avyssoseleison #deancas #spn fanfic #destiel #kristen x siobhan #oops sorry this is so late #i almost finished this fill #then my computer crashed and i lost all of it #got disheartened #and started again today completely from scratch #i like this more then the original direction i went with anyway #and i hope you do too!#prompt fill #perlukafarinn writes #au fic #fave

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 6 years

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Since Streaky is canon now (yay! :D), I'm wondering, does Streaky exist in the Cool Aunt Kara AU too?

Short answer: YEP.

Longer answer:

Karais not a pushover. She's not.

Shepromised the Danvers that Alex would be in bed by eight. And she is!

Physically.In bed.

...Notasleep, but...Getting there?

“Okaaaaay,have I told you about the time Thara and I—”

“Yes,”Alex chirps, nodding solemnly.

“Howabout that one time I saved Atlantis?”

“Youtold that one last time.”

Karasighs, scratching her head. “Right, okay.” Alex looks at herexpectantly. The deal was, Alex would go to bed, if andonly if, Kara could deliver asatisfactory bedtime story. Kara had hastily agreed, of course, buthad not bothered to read the fine print:

Ithad to be one Alex had never heard before.

“Um...therewas that thing with the batmobile and the tire pump—”

Alexhuffs.

“Youtold that one too!” she says, crossing her arms and frowning. Karaholds up her hands.

“Right,right, okay!”

“It'sgotta be new.”

“Iknow, I know,” Kara placates, “just let me...” she trails off,thinking. She lets her gaze wander a bit, hoping something in Alex'sroom might offer inspiration.

Shockingly,Lego bricks and Barbies don't really jog any exciting memories.

There'sBrian the Otter, lying at the end of the bed, but Kara's alreadyexhausted her cache of Atlantean stories, apparently. A couple ofbrightly colored Beanie Babies, a cheap, carnival-grade Odie andGarfield, won last summer by Jeremiah—

Karastares at the faded orange cat.

“...HaveI ever told you...” she starts, the memory falling neatly intoplace, “about the time I accidentally gave my cat superpowers?”

Kansas,some years ago...

Thesun had not quite set over the Kent farm. It remained perched low onthe horizon, casting everything in an inviting orange glow, thelengthening shadows tinged with violet.

Karaignored the picturesque scene as she trudged angrily towards thebarn, Jon's toolbox in tow. The tools inside clanked noisily witheach step, announcing her intentions to a few stray chickens who hadwandered over from the coop out back.

“Shoo,”she muttered to the nearest one, who just stared and offered a mildlyoffended squawk. None of the chickens cared much for her; probablyhad something to do with her noisy trips to the barn.

(And...there was that one time...with the...super sneeze...)

Itwasn't her fault, though. (The noisy tool box. The super sneeze...that was definitely all her.) It was the dumb pod that was theproblem, refusing to work properly. She approached the craft inquestion, letting the toolbox drop to the hard packed earth floor ofthe barn with a sharp KER-CLANK.

Shetugged the faded blue tarp aside, gathering the material up into acrinkled, messy bundle before tossing it away.

Dull silver metal caught the early evening sunlight, and the glarereminded Kara to trot back to the barn door, and nudge it closed.

Theywere quite a ways from their nearest neighbor, but. They weren't all thatfar from the main road, and the glare would attract attention.

Doorshut, the interior of the barn was decidedly more gloomy, all dullbrowns and dusty air. Slivers of orange and yellow light peeking out frombetween the wooden slats were enough to work by for now, but. Inabout thirty minutes or so, Kara would have to break out the lantern.

Sighing,she approached the pod again, this time clambering into the crampedcockpit. Her hands automatically moved to the controls, muscle memorytaking over from there as she cycled through the safety checks andflight monitors—all essentially useless now, given the current fuellevels.

Ofcourse, she wasn't interested in a joyride, so it didn't matter. Shewas more concerned with the on-board computer, and the knowledgestored therein.

AccessCode: Accepted. The messagescrolled lazily across the readout in the familiar, blockycharacters of Kryptonese. Kara smiled in spite of herfrustration—reading Kryptonian was so...instantand effortless. English always took half a second more.

Query?

Karasighed, pulling a folded piece of paper from the back pocket of herjeans. In smudged ink was a list of possible search topics that,hopefully, would lead her to something, anything on theon-board computer resembling an encyclopedia, or collection of...of...

Well.A collection of whatever was kept on the Sun Stones.

Thenew search terms she had thought up in the last week were just asnonsensical as the ones she'd come up with the week prior, and theone before that, and the one before that. She ran out of logicalinputs well within the first month of trying to extract everythingshe could from the pods—now she was down to the really weirdstuff that was almost certain to bring up absolutely nothing.

Andshe was right, of course, which meant she had to try and deal withthe darn Sun Stones again.

Ah,the Sun Stones.

Wayeasier to use than the dumb controls on the pod. In theory, anyway.

Shegrit her teeth as she climbed back out of the pod, stalking over tothe workbench where, tucked in a hidden compartment, wrapped in aboutfour layers of grease-covered drop cloths, were the six Sun Stonesthat had accompanied the El children on their journey from Krypton.

Everythingthey'd need to know, everything they'd need to survive.

Andunderneath the bundle of red-tinged prisms was the light array thatallowed the information to be read off the nigh-invisible groovesetched in the crystalline surface.

Thevery broken, entirely useless light array.

Sheset the Sun Stones aside, pulling out the pieces of thearray and setting them on the workbench, running her fingers over themetal casings and tiny, fractured parts.

Afterstaring at them for a while, she took a seat on the nearby stool, andstared some more.

Staredand thought. Ran over various solutions to the problem athand—solutions she hadn't yet tried a dozen times over.

Thetask was difficult for a number of reasons, but almost all of themcould be boiled down to the fact that Earth simply wasn't equipped todeal with this technology—all the tools at her disposal wereso...so primitive. Taking a wrench to this was a sure fire wayto cause even more damage. (Kara knew, because she'd triedthat and all she had to show for it was more broken pieces.)

Shesighed, reaching for the most intact portion—the housing of thesmall deltahedron core. That, thankfully, was stilloperational. The core emitted a bright, cheerful sort of blue light,and hummed almost imperceptibly. She was trying to find a way tojust...bypass all the broken bits and make due with the workingpieces, but. Without the actual light part of the light array,all she really had was an extremely efficient battery and...yeah. Anextremely efficient battery.

“Maybe...maybesomething with magnifying glasses?” Kara muttered to herself,pulling the deltahedron from the housing and blowing off a bit ofdust that had settled on the surface. The barn door behind hercreaked, and Kara turned, ready to tell the intruding chickens to getlost.

Exceptit wasn't the chickens, but rather, the large, orange tabby that hadtaken up residence in the hayloft.

“Oh,hello,” Kara greeted the cat happily. She much preferred hercompany to the chickens. “Want back up in the loft?”

Thecat didn't answer (she so rarely did) and instead trotted to one ofthe posts and rubbed her flank along the corner, purring noisily.Kara stood to shut the barn door, but before she could do so, threetiny kittens scurried inside.

“Oh,hey!” she exclaimed, grinning. “You've got a family!” shepaused, something clicking. “That explains the round stomach...Ikinda thought you were just. Overeating.”

Again,the cat ignored her, but the kittens...they took a keeninterest in Kara's presence, sniffing at her work boots, pawing ather feet for attention.

Shehesitantly granted their request, keeping the interactions to pettingonly—she didn't really trust herself to handle the tiny things—theylooked so small and fragile, and she...she was clumsy. And superstrong.

Theyseemed pleased, though, purring up a storm and mewling happily. Karafound herself delighted by the distraction.

“Youguys are so cute,” she remarked softly, “And way more interestingthan broken Sun Stone tech.”

Thesmallest of the bunch—another orange tabby with a random whitepatch on its side—meowed loudly in what Kara had to assume wasagreement.

Sheliked that one. A lot.

“Areyou guys hungry?” she asked, carefully standing. She was prettysure Martha had some sort of canned meat on hand. “I don't think wehave tuna, or anything. But. We might have that fake ham stuff.”

Therewas no cry of protest (not that Kara really expected one) soshe figured that would work. She briefly wondered if she should putthe Stones and array back in the workbench, but. She wouldn't be gonethat long.

“Beright back,” she promised, hoping they'd stick around a bit longer.They were a great distraction, yes, and infinitely preferableto angrily fiddling with the array all evening, but. Moreimportant than that...

Karawanted to show Clark.

“Whatwere the cats' names?” Alex wants to know.

Karapauses, mid-recollection, momentarily caught off guard.

“What?”

“Thecats' names,” Alex repeats, only slightly exasperated. Apparently,this is vital information that she needs. Right now.

“Well...therewas Streaky...” she frowns, trying to remember. “And Fluffy, Ithink? Or Fuzzy...no. Fozzy. And the other one was Kermit. Yeah.” She looksover at Alex.

She'sfrowning. “Those names are...okay, I guess.”

Karashrugs. “Clark likes the Muppets.”

Alex doesn’t pursue that line of questioning further. Instead, she has others: “Isthe light ray the one my dad fixed?”

“Yes.”

“Didthe mom cat have a name?”

“No,we just called her barn cat.”

“Howmean were the chickens?”

“Verymean.”

“Howdid the cat get powers?”

“I'mnot there yet.”

“Oh,yeah. You gotta finish it.”

“Yes,well. May I?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay,so. The SPAM...”

“What'sit?” Clark asked as Kara tied his shoes. Martha stood by, plate ofprocessed meat product on hand, ready to go.

“It'sa surprise,” Kara told him with a grin. Clark wiggled eagerly,reaching for his sweater, and tried to hurriedly tug it over his headwithout Kara's help.

Hegot a little bit tangled, the sleeves turned at an odd angle, but hemanaged to get his head through.

“Iwanna see!”

“'Kay.But you have to be quiet,” Kara said, straightening thesweater. Martha laughed as Clark covered his mouth with his hands.“And no peeking, either,” Kara made him promise, though shedoubted he'd be able to get his x-ray vision working properly. Hewasn't quite...there yet, in terms of control.

Still,she did want it to be a surprise, so she waited for Clark toagree.

Whichhe did, with as much enthusiasm as he could muster while still beingvery, very quiet.

Karachuckled, and took the plate of meat from Martha.

“I'llbe out in a minute,” Martha said, turning back to the kitchen.“Just have to finish up the green beans.”

“Okay,”Kara said, taking Clark's hand. The two made for the barn, and Karareviewed the rules.

“We'regonna be quiet, right?”

“Yes!”he cried.

“Shhh,”Kara said, and Clark nodded, this time whispering back, “yes!”

Satisfied,Kara opened the barn door and told Clark to take the plate (with bothhands!) over to the middle-ish of the barn and set it on the ground.She could see the mother still basically in the same place she'd lefther, and spotted two of the three kittens playing with some hay a fewfeet off to the side.

Clark'sface lit up when he saw them, and it was clearly a strugglefor him to walk slowly to put the plate down, but he managed.

“Stayquiet and still,” Kara instructed, knowing that he'd want to petthem as soon as they approached. “Let them eat first, okay?”

“Okay,”Clark once again agreed, watching with rapt attention as the catscame over.

Well,as most of the cats came over. Where was the third one?

Karalooked towards the loft and the stacked bales of hay, but saw nottrace of the orange kitten. It wasn't by the pod, either. Where—

Somethingclattered, and then a loud buzzing filled the barn. The catsbristled, and Clark clamped his hands over his ears.

Karafelt the color drain from her face, recognizing the soundimmediately.

Thedeltahedron.

Shespun on her heel and—just as she feared—the orange kitten hadbeen batting around the sphere that Kara had left out on theworkbench.

She'dknocked it to the ground, and Kara could see, even from several feetaway, that the outer shell of the core was cracked. Blue energypulsed and sparked...

Butworse than that?

Thefact that the dumb catwas still playing with it.

“No!”Kara yelped, rushing forward with super speed as the kitten raised atiny paw, and the core burned bright blue with energy. She grabbedthe kitten in one hand, the core in the other.

Bigmistake.

Thecore burned on contact, and for a terrifying moment, Kara could feelthe energy as it raced up her arm and into her chest. The kittenyowled, clawing from her grasp a split second before she dropped thesmoldering deltahedron.

Bothlanded on the barn floor, but only onetook off for the safety of the hayloft, her siblings close on her tail.

Clarkwas crying, surprised by the loud noise and worried something hadhappened to the cats, or his cousin, or both.

Andthat of course,brought Martha running from the house, as Kara hissed and mutteredunder her breath and wondered if she should apply cold water to the burn,or just stand out in the sun for a bit.

“Whathappened?” Martha asked, rushing first to Kara, and then to Clark,once Kara waved her off.

“Catsmessed with...with a thing,” Kara struggled to explain, still a bitrattled by the whole experience. Deltahedrons were some of thesmallest power sources they'd had back on Krypton, but geez...didthey pack a punch.

“Shhhh,shhhh, hey, it's okay, it's okay,” Martha was telling Clark, overand over. Kara nodded, forcing a smile.

“Yeah,I'm fine Kal,” and she would be, so it was kinda true. “I'm sorryI yelled, I was worried about the kitty.”

“IsKitty okay too?” Clark wanted to know, sniffling. Kara x-rayed thebales of hay, and saw the entire cat family, spooked, but otherwisefine.

“Yeah,”Kara told him, pointing to the hayloft with her good hand. “Theywere just scared by the loud noise.”

“Likeme?”

“Yeah,”Kara said again, and winced as Martha tugged at her hand to get abetter look.

“Whatdid you say the cat was messing with?” she asked. Kara sighed.

“Adeltahedron.” She hissed as Martha continued to inspect the burn.

“Well.I have no idea what that is, but I'm surprised it managed to burn you,what with your thick skin and all,” she mused quietly. “You tellme—do we treat this like a regular burn?”

“Idon't know,” Kara admitted. “I think it'll heal, but...” hereyes were starting to sting, because the burn was starting to hurt.“Um. Could we...?”

“Iceit in the meantime?”

“Yes,please.”

Atwhich point, Martha ushered both Kryptonians back to the house,though Clark protested a little—he wanted visual proofthat the 'kitties were good.' (His words.) And it was only Martha andKara's combined persuasive arguments that he finally acquiesced,allowing the trio to go back to the kitchen, where Martha procuredfrozen peas and some aloe vera for Kara's hand.

“Yousaid the cat gets superpowers.”

“I'malmost there, okay?”

Thecats were scarce after that, and Kara couldn't blame them. Sheherself was less than eager to return to working on the light array,as it would involve patching the deltahedron's shell.

Notexactly something she was looking forward to.

Herhand did heal on itsown, but not before she spent several hours whining about it.(Because it hurt andwhat a dumb thing painwas. She'd been without it for about four years and she didn't missit much.)

Clarkkept asking about the 'kitties,' (again, his words) and desperately,desperately wanted hiscousin to find them.

“They'renot in the hayloft, Clark,” she groaned after he asked for the sixhundredth time as to their whereabouts. “I don't know where theywent.”

“Findthem,” he suggested, and Kara sighed.

“Ican try,” is all she was able to offer.

Clarkwas not pleased.

Butat least he stopped asking after that. And Kara thought the issue hadbeen dropped.

Untilone afternoon, a few days later, when she returned home from schoolto find Martha scolding Clark in the living room.

“Clark,”she said, tone stern. “Did you do this?”

Shegestured to some scorch marks on the rug.

“Kittydid it,” Clark said with sincerity.

Karahad to stop herself from laughing out loud.

“NowClark,” Martha bent down, so that she was eye-to-eye with him. “Youknow kitties don't have special eyes like you do.”

“Theorange kitty does,”he insisted, and looked back at Kara, who had set her bag aside, andtaken a seat on the bottom most set of stairs in order to tug off hershoes. “The one Kara touched. It glowed blue!”

Andof course. Neither Kara nor Martha believedthis outlandish tale about a glowing blue cat with superpowers. Thatwould be ridiculous.

Marthawas getting ready to further interrogate Clark when Jonathan walked in from the kitchen, cleaning his hands on arag.

“Thereyou are!” he exclaimed, beaming at Clark. “I wondered where myassistant had wandered off to.”

Marthablinked.

“Hewas with you? Out in the barn?”

“Allmorning.”

Karaand Martha stared at one another for a moment.

“Clark...”Kara says slowly, “where did Kitty go?”

Kitty,as it turned out, went quite a few places. All they had to do wasfollow the trail of smoldering destruction.

“Thankgoodness she didn't go back to the barn,” Jonathan muttered,stamping out a small fire in a tall patch of weeds.

Thekitten certainly lookednormal, and perfectly content to nibble on some blades of grass. Butstray sparks of blue energy would occasionally arc up her spine, andwhen she sneezed, well.

Karaunderstood why the rug wound up scorched.

“So...so,”Martha folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head, staringat the cat. “Your...deltahedron? Is that what you call it?”

Karanodded. “Yes.”

“Yourdeltahedron...gave a kitten superpowers.”

“Idon't...think so,” Kara frowned and thought about the incident, andthe odd feeling in her arms and chest. “I think...Ihad something to do with it.”

“You?”

“Yeah,I...” Kara wasn't sure exactly how to articulate, nor could sheactually prove it,but. Hedrons didn't give people powers. They just...didn't.

Thefact that her weird alien DNA had been literally standing between thehedron and the cat, though.

Thatwas food for thought.

“Theenergy went through me, first. So...” Kara shrugged. “MaybeI...rubbed off on her.”

Jonathanlaughed, and Martha shook her head.

“Wellthat...certainly is something.”

Clarkgiggled in delight as the cat sneezed again, and sent up a spray ofsparks. Both Jonathan and Martha took a step back, while Kararemained seated in the weeds.

Thekitten shook herself, licked her paw, and promptly trotted overbefore curling up in Kara's lap.

“O-oh,”Kara exclaimed, surprised but also...not-so-secretly pleased. “Um.Hi.”

Thecat sneezed again, and Kara flinched, but the sparks didn't hurt. Notmuch, anyway.

Theydid burn small holes in her shirt sleeves, though.

“Wecan't let her wander off,” Jonathan surmised, taking a look at thepatch of smoking earth. “Last thing Smallville needs is a felinearsonist running around.”

“Sowe let her burn down our house instead, hmmm?” Martha asked with a smirk.Jonathan shrugged.

“Well...”

Asthey went back and forth, trying to figure out how to deal with thesuperpowered kitten, Kara thought about the deltahedron, and thecracked casing of the shell.

“Ithink,” she interrupted the two of them. “I have an idea.”

Karacarried the cat back to the barn; neither Jonathan nor Martha couldrisk being zapped by weird Kryptonian energy, for obvious reasons.(Those reasons being: injury, and/or accidental superpower acquisition.)

Clarkoffered, but Kara didn't trust him to keep a tight enough grip on thecat—or maybe, it would be tootight. Clark's powers were still developing, but even at this nascentstage, they were potent.

Shedid, though, eventually have to pass the kitten off to him in orderto work. She was less concerned, however, because Martha and Jonathanstood guard at the barn door, ready and armed with welding masks andrubber gloves, should the cat make a break for it.

“Holdon tight, but not too tight, okay? Be gentlewith the kitty,” Kara instructed, belatedly realizing that sheherself had managed to transport the animal without squishing it.

It was a pleasant surprise.

Clarknodded, and the kitten settled comfortably into his small arms. Hereverently stroked her head, using the lightest touch he couldmuster.

Karasmiled, and retreated to the workbench, where she regarded thedeltahedron casing with something of a resigned air.

“Thisis gonna make it harder to fix, isn't it?” she hadn't noticed thatJonathan had joined her. She curled her fingers into a fist, pressingher knuckles into the surface of the workbench. It creaked a little, but didn’t splinter.

“It'lltake a bit longer, yeah,” she told him. Though...it wasn'tentirely...truthful. It implied that there was even hope of fixingit in the first place, and. What with the deltahedron no longer being stable, and the amount of materials she'd need justto put the brokenparts back together, let alone the whole system...

She...shejust knew. That she'd never be able to get it to work.

“ButI mean...” she looked at Jonathan. “It's...my fault the cat'slike this. I have to help her,” she said, and then, frowning,added, “and I reallydon't want her to burn down the farm.”

“Yeah,I think we'd all like to avoid that,” he teased her.

Shetook a deep breath, reached for the casing, as well as Jonathan's boxof tools, and got to work.

Thecollar was not pretty.

Weirdhunks of alien plastic stitched onto mismatched scraps of nylon, itlooked less like a collar, and more like a collection of junk, strungaround the cat's neck.

Butwhen the cat sneezed?

Thesparks were drawn to the Kryptonian material via a process that, evenif Kara could explainit to Jonathan and Martha, their human brains would have no frame ofreference for it. Earth lacked the necessary scientific terms todescribe it.

Neitherof them seemed too concerned with the 'why,' though.

“Justso long as it works,” Jonathan remarked, pleased to see the collardoing its job. “Now she can come in the house.”

“We'rekeeping Kitty?” Clark asked somewhat breathlessly.

Jonathannodded. “She already pretty much lives in the barn.” The catsneezed, and once more, the sparks leaped to the collar. “And Idon't think we want to explain...that. To folks.”

BothMartha and Kara shook their heads. No, they did not.

“Soshe stays!” Jonathan declared, and Clark shrieked with pleased laughter.

“She'llneed a name,” Martha told the two of them. Kara and Clark thoughtfor a moment, staring at the kitten.

“Ilike Kitty,” Clark said.

“Simple,straightforward...” Jonathan nodded. “No frills...”

Karawasn't so sure.

“Well...whatabout...”

“Kermit,”Alex guesses.

Karais once more forced to an abrupt halt, stumbled by the interruption.

“What?No!” Kara says. “Streaky. We named the cat Streaky.”

Alexpushes up from her pillows and leans forward. “How come?”

Karasmirks and points back to the pillows. Alex huffs, and lies back downas Kara re-tucks her in.

“Becauseof that white spot on her side,” Kara says. “Like. A littlestreak. So...Streaky.”

“Whynot Sparky?”

“Becausethat's...” Kara blinks. “...Oh, that's...that's actually...prettygood,” she mutters under herbreath, before coughing and continuing. “Erherm. Clark likedStreaky.”

“Well,tell Clark it's a weird name.”

“I'lllet him know.”

“Andthat Sparky's better.”

“Gotit.”

“Thanks,Kara,” Alex says, pulling up the covers and reaching for Brian theOtter. Kara helps bridge the gap a bit, bringing the stuffed animalcloser so Alex can grab him. “That was a good story.”

“You'rewelcome,” Kara says, and can't help sounding a little bit pleased.She leans over to turn out the light. “Nightlight?”

“Psssh,no, nightlights arefor little kids.”

“Right,sorry.”

Shebids Alex goodnight, giving her a quick hug before turning off theswitch and heading for the door.

“Um,wait...” Alex says. Kara turns.

“DoesBrian need the nightlight?”

“...Yeah.”

“Thoughthe might,” Kara says, stooping to plug it in. “Night, Brian.Night Alex.”

“NightKara.”

Fin

#stranger replies #stranger writes #cool aunt kara AU #supergirl fic #long post #this was written quickly and with minimal editing so #BE WARNED #i-am-delta-s

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Strawberries - Betty Cooper

Could I please have a Betty, Veronica or Cheryl imagine where the reader tries to live a simple life and mind her own business. So when she finds out that the Riverdale girl has a crush on her she not only continues to ignore/avoid her, but also begins to come off as a bit rude. Later the reader admits it's a horrible nervous habit and they become friends (but it's obvious they will become more) thanks xx

Strawberries - Betty Cooper

"Did you hear?" Your locker door shut, centimeters from catching your fingers between the metal, to reveal Josie on the other side, her hand flat on the front of the door.

"Oh hey Josie, how're you? Great thanks. You? Oh great too. Great too." You mocked, glaring at her. If it wasn't for the fact that your mother worked in the mayor's office you were sure that Josie would leave you alone. Which you would have appreciated.

"Yeah yeah, did you hear though?" She asked again.

"Hear what?" You started walking away from your locker, heading toward first period with Josie keeping pace beside you. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floor but you did your best to ignore the sound.

"Just everyone's favorite girl next door telling Wednesday Adams that she has a massive crush on you." Josie all but squealed out the last bit of the sentence.

"Josie." You started, ready to argue.

"Hand to god. It's word for word I swear she said she has a crush on you."

"I have to get to class." You picked up your pace, pushing through a couple of students going the opposite direction. Josie's heels had stopped clicking beside you, letting you know that she was no longer following you. You were tempted to glance back, to get some sort of reassurance that she had in fact abandoned you, but you were too scared. You couldn’t chance it.

You entered your first period classroom feeling like you were walking on a floor made of eggshells. Your usual seat, right in the middle on the left side, was waiting for you. And, just like every other day of the year thus far, the seat directly next to yours was occupied by the same girl next door that Josie claimed had a crush on you. So, you veered right and opted for a seat in the very back, in the corner, away from Her.

Betty Cooper.

Blonde, bubblegum, all-American girl perfection. She looked perfect. Which was an everyday occurrence. But Josie couldn’t be telling the truth, there was no way that Betty Cooper had a crush on you. One person, unless they were Archie Andrews, couldn't be that lucky in life. Besides, you had heard all about the crazy conspiracy theory that Betty was wrapped up in and you, frankly, wanted no part of it.

You weren't a River Vixen, you never knew Jason Blossom, and you were definitely not on the surprisingly long list of suspects that the sheriff had managed to work up. So, you would prefer to stay out of any kind of drama or mystery that the Breakfast Club seemed determined to involve themselves in. All you wanted was a normal year at school void of any craziness and while Betty Cooper was really really gorgeous, she was also, really really crazy.

Over the next few weeks that followed you avoided Betty Cooper and any of her mystery gang like the plague. You didn't have time to participate in this bizarre version of Clue that seemed to be infecting the school. If you were still the only normal one by the time Jason's killer was arrested and the town stopped being Twin Peaks you'd be better for it.

Despite all that you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking of Betty. Every time you saw her (and the universe seemed determined to make you run into her at least four times a day) you felt like your stomach was doing cartwheels.

"Good morning," she always said hello when she saw you. Which was normal.

It was also normal for you to reply but you couldn't bring yourself to do so. Because you didn't want to like her and if you said good morning back than she would stand at your desk, flipping her perfect blonde ponytail and making butterflies erupt all over your body. And that couldn't happen because you needed to remain normal, unaffected, not involved.

The one thing you didn’t account for was Betty's persistence. Every time you turned away from her in the hallway or avoided eye contact in class she felt that rejection settle in the pit of her stomach. And the back of her mind. You had been so sweet before, always at least saying hello but now you were freezing her out, ghosting her in real life and she had to know why.

"I've got to know why she won't even look at me." Betty had confided all this in Jughead. From the moment she knew she liked you to now, he had been on the receiving end of her confessions.

"Maybe she's just going through something right now Bet, don't push it. Sometimes that just makes things worse." Jughead replied, looking up from the article he was working on for the Blue and Gold.

"I know that. She hasn’t said anything to you has she?"

"We rarely talk outside of 'hey what's the math homework again' so..."

Betty finally confronted you after cheer practice one day. A Tuesday, you remembered because you marked it on your calendar when you got home. You were sure she picked that day on purpose, that maybe she subconsciously knew that your greatest weakness was her in her River Vixen's uniform.

She called your name when she saw you walking toward the entrance of the parking lot and you don't know why you stopped but you did. You stopped and turned around and got stuck there staring at her running toward you in her uniform. And the really really gorgeous part far outweighed the really really crazy part.

"Can we talk?" Betty asked, having caught up to you.

"Sure." You nodded your head, "yeah, of course."

"I..." Betty took a deep breath. This was the moment. She was going to ask you why you were icing her out and you were, hopefully, going to tell her it had nothing to do with her and you'd be friends again. "Did I do something? I feel like you can't stand being around me all the sudden and I don't understand why."

Shit. You wanted to run but you knew you couldn't. She looked surprisingly more upset than you thought she would and you just wanted to hug her and tell her it was all okay and nothing personal and you were dumb. "It's...it's stupid."

"I'm sure it's not stupid." Betty replied. She felt anxiety bubbling in her the longer she stood here.

"It's just, Josie said that you had a crush on me, which I realize now is dumb on my part. To even believe her. But I just...I don't know, got freaked out cause I like you too, I mean if you like me. If not than you know. I like you. But I just, with everything happening right now I just needed some normalcy and you aren't exactly normal. Not that you're not normal. Just that you're involved in all this. Not involved like you murdered Jason involved just that you and Jughead are trying to solve it." You took a deep breath, realizing you were rambling on, "So yeah. I like you and it freaked me out."

"Josie wasn't lying." Betty admitted. She smiled that smile she always does, the one that looks so innocent but so incredibly attractive. "I do like you."

"Oh." Your brain felt like it was working in over time, like you could hear all the gears whirring as they tried to comprehend what Betty just said. "I uh, I'm sorry for being a dick."

"Make it up to me?" Betty asked.

You realized then, staring at her perfect smile while she stood there in front of you in her uniform that all the avoiding you had been trying to do was futile. You were screwed. Gone was the hope of normalcy that you had clung to. "How?"

"Well I don't know about you but I could really go for a milkshake?"

"Yeah, yeah me too." You nodded. You would agree with anything Betty Cooper said, especially if she kept looking at you like that.

Betty took your hand in hers and started walking to Pop's. You walked alongside her, those butterflies in your stomach spreading all over the rest of your body as goosebumps breaking the surface. You felt like you could fly in that moment. Nothing could possibly go wrong. Not when Betty Cooper actually had a crush on you and was going to drink milkshakes with you at Pop's. In the booth in the very back corner, huddled together on one side, your arm around her shoulders as you shared a kiss. You were screwed out of your normal life. But Betty tasted like strawberries and that somehow made up for it.

I know you requested that they become friends again but I couldn’t resist this ending. Because Betty Cooper is fucking gorgeous and perfect lol.

#betty cooper #betty cooper imagine #riverdale imagine #betty x reader #reader insert #collecting stories imagine #betty cooper x reader

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The beginning of my story

Ok I've been thinking about this for a few weeks and I think I'm ready to post this. This is my story, well a piece of it anyway, there is a lot more that I haven't begin to touch on. Hopefully I can really truly flesh out everything with the reporter in the next few months. So if you are curious to know who I am and where I came from, then read on.

I was born James Erick Threadgill (Jimmy/Jimbo) in Saint Louis in July of 1975, my parents like many of the 70’s were stoners and I grew up thinking that this was just as normal as breathing. When I was 2 we moved to the small town of Sikeston MO. (you know the place with Lamberts home of the throwed rolls). My childhood was fairly normal, both of my parents worked full time, went out on occasion and liked to have people over to play music and smoke. I remember always wanting to be a part of the group with the adults. My dad was a very stereotypical man’s man and did not like for my little brother and I to do anything that he deemed to effeminate, If we did he was quick to throw around the work faggot and worse if we were to push it. At a very young age I realized I wasn’t like other boys but I couldn’t figure out why. I was never attracted to boys but I always preferred the company of girls and growing up my friend group was mostly girls. I envied them. Secretly I wanted to wear clothes like them and to truly fit in in their circles. I didn’t feel like I had anyone to share my feelings with, as it was just unheard of and the closest thing (gay people) were treated like freaks and weirdos by everyone I knew. My school life was pretty average until middle school which is when I truly figured out that I just didn’t belong. My first girlfriend moved away, my friends found other friend groups and it became weird for the girls to hang out with boys they weren’t dating. I felt lost, I didn’t fit in with anyone and I felt like there was something wrong with me. It was then the bullying started, I was quiet, tall, skinny, had giant plastic framed glasses and I was a pacifist so I was a walking target for bullies. I’ll never forget one day I refused to fight a bully that was hitting me in front of my house, He punched me in the face and I walked away crying, little did I know that my dad was watching. When I got inside my dad shoved me against the door, slapped me in the face and screamed WHY DIDN”T YOU FIGHT!! Before grabbing me by the neck and hitting me upside the head two more times. I will never forget that moment for as long as I live. Dad was a Marine in Vietnam and he expected me to be as tough as him if not more so. My dad definitely had an anger problem and once you set off his short fuse it led to a beating, and it changed every time spanking with a hand, belt, hot wheels track, you name it, so I did my best not to anger him, but I’m an emotional person and emotions were definitely a trigger with him. My mom definitely kept his anger in check but she worked nights so she wasn’t there for a lot of his rage moments. He would always come back and apologize to me for losing his temper but then he’d try to blame me for getting him mad. I once heard someone tell me online that I’m only transgender because I didn’t have a strong male role model in my life. I’m living proof that his theory is crap. Having a super manly dad won’t make you anymore of a man when that’s not who you are inside. So school was hell, home was hell at times and I had no one to go to with my problems, so I learned to push it all down and bear it, and to keep moving forward.

In 1989 one of the people that bought or sold drugs from my parents got arrested and my parents decided to pack up suddenly and move to Georgia to avoid repercussions. They tried to tell me and my brother that it was because of the predicted earthquake on 12-31-89. I wasn’t stupid and I often listened to what they talked about when they thought my brother and I were asleep. So very suddenly my life was uprooted and I had to leave the few friends I had and everything I knew behind to live in Newnan Georgia, a small civil war town. Life was tough there, we had to live with my aunt and uncle for a few months while my parents looked for work. They eventually found work, my mom at a gas station and dad was a security guard. We got an apartment and life started to get back to some semblance of normalcy. It was at this apartment that I befriended a maintenance man there. I quickly learned that he had ulterior motives when he got me alone in his van and offer me things for sex. I was very much still a virgin at this point and had no interest in men so I kindly refused, he told me I could never tell my parents about this and he placed his hand on my leg. I’m very thankful that I walked away from that without being raped. I did eventually tell my parents but only after we were on our way out of Georgia because I knew my dad would have killed him. I have no doubt in my mind.

In early 1990 we moved back to Saint Louis because we were dirt poor in Georgia. My dad got a good job at MSD and my mom got an office job, things finally started to pick up. The first year was really hard as the four of us were living in a 3 room duplex in south city and I was getting really bullied in the city school I was attending (Southwest) as I was a minority in the school and racial tensions were high due to the Rodney King beating around that time. At that school I was hung out of a second story window and I had my head rammed into a marble wall and into a toilet full of my own feces. I got accused of making that one up by the principal and sent back to class. My Georgia accent that I picked up didn’t help matters. I was literally scared to go to school and I started skipping school to hang out with a few local friends I had made. They all smoked and did drugs and I did what I had to do to blend in with them and their friends. It was around that time that I started to try using my mom’s makeup while I was home from school. My mom caught on and told me to stay out of her makeup and I left it at that. I don’t think either one of us wanted to discuss why I was using her makeup, we never spoke of it again. We eventually moved into a much bigger house down the street and I actually got my own space and with it some privacy. It was then that settled down in life and I got a little more comfortable exploring myself with my newfound privacy, but things soon changed when my dad almost caught me, I had skipped school and was fully dressed in one of my mom’s dresses and full makeup when I heard the front door open, it was dad, home for lunch. I panicked and dove into the shower and pulled the curtain, I was terrified of what dad would do to me if he found me, not at school, dressed in my mom’s clothes. He came right to the bathroom and thankfully didn’t find me as I quietly wept in the shower wearing my mom’s dress. It was at that moment that I decided to lock that side of me away with the rest of my pain. I had decided that I’m never going to be a woman and if I tried to it would just get me hurt or worse.

A year or so later we moved to South County and things were easier, I was silently making my way through high school trying not to make waves and stay out of trouble, which was significantly easier in the county schools. I was very depressed at this point in my life, I only had one or two friends and no one that I could truly open up too. My brother had dropped out of high school and had a ton of druggie friends and he was way closer to mom and dad than I was because he’d smoke pot with them, while I stayed in the basement hiding in my world of video games. I desperately wanted a girlfriend and like a lot of guys my age I was chasing a girl that couldn’t be less interested in me. She was closer to my brother and his group of friends, one night she came to our house drunk and she went to my brother for comfort, but he didn’t want to be bothered with her and he left her on the couch crying. Of course I went over to comfort her and soon we were alone in the basement as everyone followed my brother upstairs. It wasn’t long after that, that she kissed me. I was so happy, the girl of my dreams was finally seeing me and she knew how much I cared about her. I couldn’t have been more wrong, she became more forceful and started taking my clothes off, I was so wrapped up in the moment that I couldn’t see that she was just a drunk girl looking for what she thought she wanted. We had sex, I was a virgin and I was scared but I did it anyway, in the middle of it all she called out my brother’s name. At that point my whole world collapsed around me, in that moment I realized I made a horrible mistake. I immediately stopped and started dressing her and she just went back to crying, I kept telling her I was sorry and I tucked her into bed and I went upstairs and cried myself to sleep. She woke me up the next day, she had a solemn look on her face and looked at me and said “Did we…?” I nodded and said we should talk about what happened, we spent the next several hours apologizing to each other and decided to both move past it. I kills me to know that some of her friends were telling her that I raped her and at times I felt like I did. But thankfully she remembered enough to know that we were both willing participants at the time. She ended up dating my brother the next day and they were together for years afterwards.

It was then that I fell into a deep depression, I was tired of not being able to relate to anyone and I finally said fuck it! And I dropped out in my sophomore year and started using drugs so I could at least fit in with the rest of my family. This only lasted a few months before I realized that I was lying to myself. I didn’t like how drugs made me feel and I knew I didn’t really fit in, I was ashamed of myself. It was in that moment that I told myself “NO!” This is not who I am and I don’t have to be like the rest of them, I started studying to get my GED and quit using. A few months later I passed and got my GED. I really wasn’t happy with that so I went back to school for a special Diploma bound program so I could finish High School and actually be the only person in my family to graduate. I did and for once I felt pride, in myself and I think my dad was proud of me. At home things were not going as well, my family had went from weed, to coke, to meth and it was one big drug fest party all the time. I went back to my basement world and dove back into my videogames. I got a job at the movie theater and used that money to buy myself a modem for the Super Nintendo, it was my first “internet” experience and I was engrossed in that online world and I mad friends there. Right around that time my brother started to disappear for days at a time and when he was home he was crying and he could never open up about why. It felt familiar and I think I knew why, so one night I got him alone in the basement and I asked him to tell me what was going on, he burst into tears and said that I wouldn’t understand and that I’d hate him. I told him that I could never hate him and that he was my brother. I said “you’re gay aren’t you?” he stopped crying looked me in the eye and said “yes” and we hugged and cried together, I so knew how he felt but I knew I couldn’t tell him how I felt inside because there was no words for me to describe what I was. I wasn’t sure that even he would understand. Especially since I didn’t like guys, but I wanted to support him and I helped him come out to our parents, while I remained in the closet about my feelings.

My Brother coming out was a strange experience, my dad seemed totally shocked but handled it much different than I thought he would. My dad’s brother was also gay so the first thing he did was to call him and he invited a bunch of his family over to talk to my brother. I’ll never forget something my aunt said in that conversation, she said “we all thought it would be Jimbo!” She didn’t know how close she was. It wasn’t long after that that I met a girl online named Cynthia, we hit it off and we both we desperately searching for someone. We started calling each other and quickly developed a relationship, she was worried that I was going to have a problem with her being black and I assured her that I wasn’t like the rest of my family. Soon after she sent me a letter with her picture and I was so excited when I saw it, my mom not so much…. When I showed her she tossed the picture down and said “Not you too!” I was shocked but not surprised at the same time. Growing up it was totally common to hear the word Nigger, especially in Sikeston. When my dad saw he surprised me, he was happy, excited even. He said “I’m going to have grandbabies!” Shortly thereafter I decided that I was going to move in with Cyndy and her family in East Saint Louis as I desperately wanted a change of pace in my life. My parents fought me tooth and nail on this decision (mostly my mom) but I was 19 and not taking no for an answer. So I moved in with her family which was the complete opposite of my family, they were Christian, didn’t smoke, drink, and hung out together a lot. I learned so much about the lives of African Americans and just how prevalent systemic racism was in the world and just how privileged I was. It was quite an adjustment for me but they welcomed me into their home like I’ve always been a part of the family. It was quite an adjustment for me. It didn’t take me long to realize that Cyndy wanted to move out and live separate from her family, so I started looking for work in saint louis, I found a job and we got an apartment in south county and not long after that we got married.

For the next five years we quickly realized that our marriage was one of convenience, both of us just desperately wanted to get away from our families, so we made a poor decision that a lot of young couples make, we decided to have a baby to try to save our relationship. At this point I was the only one working so we were struggling financially. We honestly had no business having a child, but in spite of it all we did. In February of 2000 my son was born. He had a rough go of it from the get go, he was born with severe clubbed feet, and was jaundiced, as well as developing a hernia at only 3 weeks old. I made some poor financial choices and we had to move in with my parents for a few months and that strained our relationship further. Eventually we got a new apartment and we were getting the parenting thing down, everything changed when Alex started preschool. He was very violent and dropping him off was a very difficult experience, we came to find out that he was diagnosed with high functioning autism. It wasn’t long after this that Cyndy told me she wanted a divorce and I found out she had been talking to another guy online and she was in a relationship with him. I agreed that we didn’t need to be married but we should stay together for Alex’s sake. She was having none of that, and said that I needed to move out. This threw me back into a deep depression. I stopped grooming and I spent every minute I could away from her. It broke my heart how this affected my son.

It wasn’t long after that. That I met the girl I would eventually fall in love with. I was at a karaoke night at a bar I had never been too to meet a friend from work, he didn’t show and I was sitting alone at a table. Suddenly a guy from another table looked at me and asked if I was there alone, I said yes and they invited me over to sit with their group. It was there I met Stephanie, she was recently divorced and in a very similar boat to me, being that she was newly single and was drug out to this bar to try to meet people. We instantly hit it off and we were talking about our kids and our recently ended relationships. We laughed, and sang together and by the end of the night I was smiling ear to ear. When we said goodnight I was so giddy that I almost forgot to get her number. Thankfully she didn’t let that happen. She called me for a follow-up date the next day and we quickly fell deeply in love. She helped me to file for my divorce and eventually get full custody of my son when my ex tried to move away with him to Virginia to live with her internet boyfriend. In 2007 we were married. Steph was unlike anyone I ever known, she had a very strong dominant personality, she was an opera singer, had her own house, and had traveled all over the world. She helped me to develop a sense of self and pushed me to get out of my comfort zone and try new things. It was then I really started being comfortable being myself and I learned not to be so shy and to get out and meet people. With her help my tiny circle of friends quickly grew and I became more confident. Eventually we went on to start a social group that had monthly meet and greets and I developed a very bubbly social personality. I discovered how much I enjoyed helping other people like me to meet other friends like them and I watched many relationships blossom and found the joy that helping other people brought me. It was in this social group that I met Charlotte Sumtimes and somehow I stumbled into her world of burlesque and drag strip and through that I met a lot of transgender people. It opened my eyes to a world I never knew existed. There were people like me and they actually were changing themselves to reflect who they were on the inside. Even still I worried how making a decision like that would affect my marriage so I kept it buried, but somehow deep down I think Steph knew. Shortly thereafter my dad took ill and was nearing the end of his life, he and I both knew he didn’t have long. We talked and he apologized for not being a better parent. I told him that I forgive him and that there was no point holding onto regret. I’m so thankful that he and I had that talk and that I got to be by his side when he drew his last breath.

Sadly as I became more social Steph became more of a home body and we started to drift apart. Eventually for reasons I won’t get into out of respect for Steph, she decided that it would be in our best interest to end the relationship. I’ve never felt pain like I did when I realized it was over. That’s how I knew I didn’t know what love was before Stephanie and that losing that love is one of the most painful things that a person can experience. She did everything she could to make it easier for me. She paid for the divorce, signed her car over to me, and even paid the deposit on my new apartment. I will never forget her kindness in my dark time.

I fell into the deepest depression I’d ever felt, I felt so lost without her. Thankfully I had many new friends to help lift me up when I could not. I eventually decided to start therapy to help myself get over her. That therapy helped me to let go and become independent but something was still missing, something deep inside, like a quiet voice that I’d been ignoring for as long as I could remember. That side I’d I had pushed down and forced myself to forget about for so many years. I was seriously thinking of embracing the true me, nothing else was holding me back. I will never forget the moment that I made up my mind. My best friend made me her “man of honor” in her wedding. And I got to take part in all of the bridal party activities, wedding shows, mani pedis, and most importantly the wedding itself. I remember thinking how badly I wished that I had a beautiful dress like the other bridesmaids and just how happy that thought made me. So while on car ride with another good friend we were discussing a friend of ours that had decided to start their transition to a man. It was in that moment that it slipped out, I said “I’ve been thinking about that too…” there was a silence and my friend said “you’re thinking of transitioning?!” I said yes and started to cry. I voiced my concern that I felt weird that I didn’t like men and she reminded me that one of my other close friends a trans man was in a relationship with another man and that your gender identity and your sexual preference was two completely different things. I felt so relieved, the one thing holding me back finally made sense. So I decided to come out to a larger group of my friends, I had no doubt that they would accept me and I wasn’t wrong. Everyone rushed in to hug me and even started using female pronouns immediately. I started to call other people that were important to me and let them know. Everyone was supportive, it was amazing even my mom who admittedly did not understand said that she would support me no matter what.

The next day many of the same friends gathered for another dinner and we discussed my feelings more and we tried to figure out my new name. We went over many names that night but nothing was really resonating with me. That night after I went home a friend messaged me on Facebook to congratulate me and I told her that I was trying to figure out my new name. She told me that if she were to ever have a child that she always loved the name Ruby. Hearing that struck a chord within me and I knew at that moment I had a new name. Ruby

So one of the people I told was Charlotte Sumtimes and she asked if I’d like to come out on stage at Attitudes during her Kitty show, I said yes and the night of the show came around and I was super nervous. During a break in the show she brought me up on stage and announced me as a dear friend that has been there for her during many of her hard times and she talked about me calling her in tears with a confession and she said Now I’m going to let him tell you himself. So I took the microphone and nervously looked over the crowd and I said that I had decided to finally be true to myself and that I was starting the process to transition to female. The room erupted with cheers and applause and I saw Aiden Control the crowned King of pride that year in tears waiting to hug and congratulate me, then someone yelled out “what is your name” I said “Ruby” and was welcomed by another round of applause.

After that things moved so fast, so many of my friends were donating female clothes, money for my transition, and never ending support. I’ve never felt so much love in my life and it boggled my mind that it was for the one thing I thought that would end me if I were to reveal it. Then came the time I had to come out to my son. He was still in Virginia with his mom for the summer but I couldn’t wait for him to get home. I called him and told him and he responded in such a good way, he said “That’s great!” and he was happy for me. But a few days later I got quite a different phone call from him, he was in tears and he said I was changing to fast and he didn’t want to come home. Then he refused to talk to me, I was heartbroken and it didn’t make sense. It turns out that his mom had filled his head with nonsense. She told him that I wasn’t going to be the same person anymore and that he needed to stay with her, something I’ve become very used to with her. After a few days he finally messaged me and said that he was sorry and he was just scared. Once he came home and saw that everything was the same between us and he was happy again.

My life as a female moved right along after that, I started seeing my therapist as needed to physically start my transition, and started to dress the part full time, and I worked on going out in public and being comfortable with myself. It was then that Charlotte Sometimes contacted me to appear on her radio show The Gayborhood an LGBT talk show, to talk about my experience transitioning thus far. It went well and I had a great time. A few weeks later she contacted me again to ask if I’d like to be a permanent cohost on the show. I joyfully accepted and I became the Trans voice on the show. I was essentially transitioning on the air. I took my first treatment of hormones, talked about the process of legally changing my name to Ruby Victoria Threadgill, walked in heels for the first time, and even announce the legalization of gay marriage in Missouri on the air. Over the next few months on that show I gained quite the following. People that loved hearing my story and wanted to support me and other Trans people in the world. For the first time in my life I experienced what it was like to be popular, I had fans, it was so surreal. It was then that I realized that I could use this to help other people like me. I decided to start a LGBT support group called Generation Next that was focused on LGBT families and their children and how to foster better communication between parents and their children that are discovering themselves and coming out in today’s more accepting climate. I’m still in the process of getting this group off the ground today. In the meantime I spend my time sharing my story on Facebook for my followers with online segment’s like #askRubyTuesday’s where people can ask me any question about me and I’d answer, and #RidewithRuby a (mostly) daily video series where I cover different topics on my ride home from work, and a podcast called Chuck Tested Ruby Approved that I do with my good friend Charlotte Hayward (Chuck) and Bettie Labootie a local burlesque performer, in which we cover a lot of the same topics that we covered on the radio before the station went under.

#girlslikeus #backstory #transgender

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Title: 3 What-If’s I’ll Never Tell You

Prompt: 3 things a will never tell b

Pairing: One-sided Ryuji/Akira

By: Admin

Ryuji wasn’t the thinking type. Others have said this of him, and he can’t help but agree. He’d always seen things as they were presented on the surface, unless a gut feeling had told him otherwise.

He did or said what he felt was right, in the moment, even if it came back to bite his ass later – though he rarely thought that far ahead.

He lacked tact even when he tried his best to have it.

He didn’t put consideration into his actions or spend ample time making plans. He didn’t play with theories or attempt to wrap his head around complex anything procedures. Yet, for someone who wasn’t the thinking type, for some reason, he often pondered “what-if’s”.

Perhaps a tad too much. It stupefied even himself.

It was because of thoughts like these he realized there was more to himself than just the brainless banter he showed to his teammates; mostly Morgana, in point. That cat just had a way of nagging his mouth into action.

There were many what-if’s swimming about Ryuji’s head, in total.

Yet the first three, all held one thing in common…

Ryuji glanced at Akira a moment.

1. What if I’d never met him?

Kamoshida had been a devil staring him down in a crossroads for a long time. Ever since he’d shown up, Ryuji had made blunder after blunder, mistake after mistake, and in the wake of each he’d drowned deeper and deeper in regret. It was like he was sinking to the bottom of a marsh and Kamoshida was presenting him a pole he could only do two things with:

Submit to me, grab on.

Defy me, pummel further down.

If he had done the former, Kamoshido would no doubt have beat him raw with the prop he’d saved him with to make sure Ryuji knew his place – below Kamoshida, one way or another; whether it was gasping for breath on the floor or suffocating in an abyss further below made no difference.

Those had been his only two options for a long time, and eventually, he’d lost sight of the surface. No longer could he grab for the purchase, even if he wanted to, but Kamoshida still taunted him with it.

There had been so many – too many – instances where he’d wanted to snatch the pole and pummel Kamoshida silly with it, damn the consequences. Let him beg, let him bleed, let him feel the pain of his bones shattering under each blow.

And yet...

“What kind of mother are you, letting your son turn out this way?”

“Where’s your pride as a parent?”

“If it’s too hard raising him by yourself, then get married already – Lord knows a decent father figure would fix all the problems you obviously failed to.”

“God. It’s like you’re not even trying to raise him properly.”

... the memory of his mother being barraged by the school faculty’s insults froze him in place everytime. The stillness in her shoulders when it happened, and the sound of pure disapointment in herself she made when they got home. He could not, would not, do that to her ever again. And so, he continued to trickle deeper and deeper into his own hell; succumbing, and utterly alone.

At least, that used to be the case.

“…Pervert?” the teen gave him a straight look with a matching flat tone.

The case before Akira Kurusu appeared. It was as if the all-black muck of the abyss had been set aflame the moment he met him—

--and a path was slowly burning its way from the surface.

It took a while for Ryuji to realize the sudden shift, however. Nearly being killed by black masses in armor, meeting a talking cat, screaming from the pain of accepting his true self and deciding to rebel –

--it had all distracted him from realizing the gradual release of tension in his chest.

Until, once it was all seemingly over, he found himself breathing in clear air and feeling the sweet, sweet burn and, Akira holding his life-line with his secret smirk Ryuji had only just started to get glimpses of.

If he had never met Akira – he…

If another group had become the Phantom Thieves, he would have been okay. There was no doubt he would have continued to live on.

But he couldn’t see himself spending the rest of his life genuinely happy or excitement buzzing him out of bed every day like a rechargeable battery if that had been the case, like he was in the present.

Akira jumped small-ly when Ryuji settled an arm on his nearest shoulder and grinned placidly. “Something wrong?”

Ryuji leaned to the opposite direction, but kept his arm on Akira’s shoulder. “Morgana ate my cod, but I’m not thaaaaat pissed.”

“That’s new,” Akira said blandly but with that undertone of mirth. “Who are you, and what have you done with—“

“Nope, nope, that’s definitely Ryuji. No one else can pull off that I’m too cool for school, cool with a k, hairstyle,” snickered Futaba maliciously from across the table.

“You little crab, I swear I’m gonna—“

“Don’t burn him too much,” Akira mumbled well enough to be heard. “I’d prefer not to carry my best friend’s ashes in an urn.”

Ann shook her head. “Why would you even keep his ashes…?”

“I’ve heard you can sell ashes for a lot of money on Ebay,” offered Makoto.

“Joker!” Morgana hissed suddenly. “Sell Ryuji’s ashes and get me another fatty tuna roll!”

Ryuji gasped and began calling everyone at the table traitors at the top of his lungs, when the second most prevalent what-if came to mind.

2. What-if he hadn’t been my first best friend?

People develop a multitude of relationships in life. Some temporary, some distant, some frivolous, some deep. Ryuji had no friends in elementary, because that was when his dad was still around and the bruises were difficult to hide; the mental ones even more-so.

In middle school, it was slightly less barren. He had met Ann, and talked to her somewhat, but there were also other boys who likes manga as much as he did.

Some of them were later even members of the track team in high school – until Kamoshida appeared like a demon summoned from a sacrificial ritual. It was the abuse his teammates and he had suffered from Kamoshida that had brought them closer together. But unlike the day his father left his mother and him, when he screwed up and sucker-punched the coach and in-turn forfeited the future of the team, they ostracized him.

The only thing he had left after rehab for his leg was his sense of justice… and that only isolated him further.

In all the time before that, Ryuji hadn’t had someone he’d ever call his best friend. Before Akira, his mother alone held that title, and Ryuji never did nor never would feel embarrassed for it.

Yet it felt like a completely different experience, his friendship with Akira. Akira was quiet, more mature, and he didn’t have that feminine charm or adult mannerisms his mother did. They had shared interests and their conversation were intriguing – no one else shared his love the villains in manga, sadly. They got along exceedingly well and Ryuji felt as comfortable around Akira as he did in his own skin. It was odd, calming, and completely alien to Ryuji.

And because of this, he couldn’t help the swell of fear in his abdomen at the thought of their relationship never having took form.

Yet at the forefront of his thoughts…

This last one was technically not a what-if – but it was. It really, really was. Not in its statement, but in its circumstance. If Ryuji had accepted his feelings sooner. If Ryuji had gotten over his ignorance. If Ryuji hadn’t stopped to think for once and had instead followed his gut like always. If Ryuji had pursued that tingling sensation he felt in his very blood whenever Akira touched him…

She might not be the one sitting there.

3. I love you.

Ryuji’s gaze fell to their Leader’s lap when Akira put an arm around Makoto. He nonchalantly let his arm fall back to his side.

Ryuji would never tell Akira any of these three what-if’s, but he would do what he could to treasure them.

“Everyone,” Haru interrupted out of the blue. “What song are they playing? I like it.”

“Ann, you’re the one who speaks English. Time to shine.”

“Um, sorry, but country isn’t really my thang.”

“Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad by Meatloaf,” said Akira quietly.

It was odd, since he couldn’t understand a lick of what came from the diner’s speakers, but for some reason...

Ryuji couldn’t agree more.

#persona 5 #persona #p5 #ryuji sakamoto #Akira Kurusu #persona 5 protagonist #fanfic #one shot #one-shot #P5-Writing

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Start to Make It Better

Okay here’s that Westein thing I wrote last night. It’s all fluff just because.

Characters: Joe West/Martin Stein Rating: G Word count: 2471

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11091438

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That Dr. Stein could occasionally be heard singing in the labs was everyone’s favourite worst-kept secret. It was only ever when he thought he was completely alone, and even then only when he was so lost in his work that he didn’t realise he was doing it.

But despite both Barry (with his super-speedy accidental eavesdropping) and Cisco’s (not so accidental security footage and one-time vibing) insistence, Martin would out right deny any knowledge of it.

“I do not sing .”

And that was the end of the subject as far as Martin was concerned, evidenced by the fact that he completely ignored both of the young men’s protests-

“We heard you!”

- and continued his calculations like they were mere background noise.

(The recorded footage mysteriously disappeared before Cisco could follow through on his threat to show everyone, and Caitlin took his full week of pouting with fond cajoling. It was preferable to the strain that recording could have put on the group’s already somewhat tense dynamic.)

Dr. Stein had become somewhat of a permanent placement at Star Labs after his marriage had dissolved. It had been amicable, apparently, but no less devastating for being so understandable; Clarissa had spent a year assuming her husband was dead, had grieved, comes to terms, and then finally began to move on. So to have him back so suddenly, but under such complex circumstances, had proven too much for their relationship to survive.

But as his marriage failed, Martin found an unlikely friend in Joe West. Joe had stepped in even before any of the others had noticed there was something wrong. Whether it was by training or natural empathy, Joe had seemed to sense the grief that Martin was trying to keep under wraps, and had gone to him one evening (long after the younger members of the team had called it a day) with a hot coffee and willing ear.

And even when Martin had insisted there was nothing wrong, that he didn’t need anyone sticking their nose in his business thank you very much , something about Joe’s soft understanding and easy smile eased his mind. So much so that before the coffee had cooled he found himself spilling his anxieties to the man. A man he barely knew and yet radiated warmth and trust like they were old friends.

That the rest of the lab were surprised to find out about the overnight friendship would be an understatement. It also meant that they had to watch their words if Joe was around, since he was now apt to scold them for complaining about Martin too often.

So it was only a matter of time before Joe found out about Martin’s little musical inclination.

It was late, again, and Barry and the others, devoid of any new cataclysms to battle, had gone on a well-earned night out. Joe had heard tell of a karaoke bar, and Cisco looked absolutely delighted at the chance to finally hear Barry sing (Caitlin apologised profusely for ever letting that slip.)

But Joe knew Martin well enough to know there wasn’t a chance on any Earth that he could be persuaded to accompany them. No, the scientist would no doubt spend his evening down in the labs, working on something that Joe couldn’t even begin to understand, until it was time to retire to his rooms.

And Joe wasn’t about to let him spend the evening alone when everyone else was out enjoying themselves.

There was always a gentle hum about StarLabs. No one else seemed to notice it, but Joe felt it every time he stepped inside the building. It was like the knowledge contained within the building gave off its own vibrations and tried to sink into everything it touched. If Joe could compare it to anything, it was like the silent visceral tension at a sports match when the final, tie-breaking shot was taken. Like a breath held in anticipation.

But this time it was a different hum he encountered as he made his way down to the science labs, coffees in one hand, and a flat box in the other.

A musical hum.

It wasn’t quite singing, just the barest hint of words in the tune, but it drew Joe to a standstill just out of eyeshot, lest Martin notice him and stop. The scientist didn’t sound happy , per se, but he sounded relaxed, and that was something Joe was loathe to interrupt.

At least until he’d figured out just what Martin was humming anyway.

“ Hey Jude…” The soft murmur dissolved into humming again as the scientist moved across the lab, and after a few more seconds Joe couldn’t stay out any longer.

“ Remember to let her into you heart-” Joe didn’t have a bad voice, so he had been told, so announcing his presence with a song wasn’t something he was a stranger to.

Martin would probably have rather he did anything but, however, as he let out a yelp of shock and recoiled into a table of implements that went crashing to ground in a cacophony of distinctly un-melodic noise.

“Detective West!”

“Oh my-- Martin, I’m so sorry,” Joe was trying not to laugh as he unloaded his coffee and box onto the nearest surface and went over to help. “Are you okay?”

He certainly hadn’t meant to shock the scientist to quite that extent, but Joe would admit that the bright shade of pink Martin had turned was adorable.

“Q-quite alright, detective,” Martin replied brusquely, hurriedly picking up the tools, not quite able to look Joe in the eye when the detective helped assemble the last of them.

“I assumed I was alone tonight,” Martin continued as he straightened and placed the tray back on the table it had been knocked from.

“Just... how long were you there, may I ask?”

‘ Not long enough,’ Martin thought.

“I just got here,” he said instead, “and I brought coffee. And pizza.”

That seemed to be enough to immediately forgive Joe of any sins, because the look of abject joy on Martin’s face at the mention of both of those things was delightful. So much so Joe felt his own face breaking into a pleased grin.

“Come on, take a break,” Joe insisted, grabbing two chairs and rolling them up to the desk where he had placed the pizza and coffee.

“Not… not that I’m not appreciative, Detective-”

“Joe.”

“- Joseph, but surely you have better things to do than sequester yourself down here of an evening?”

After settling into his chair Joe took a long drink of his coffee and regarded Martin with a skeptical look as the scientist continued.

“I know for a fact Mr. Allen and his entourage are spending a night on the town. Surely you would find their company more scintillating?”

Despite his words, Martin still took a seat down next to Joe, wrapping his hands around the cardboard coffee cup and breathing a sigh of pleasure. Joe could swear he could see the tension melting off the other man.

“I could ask you the same thing?” Joe countered, setting his coffee down and reaching to open the pizza box.

Martin let out a huff of amusement, “I don’t think their youthful brand of entertainment is quite my speed, I’m afraid.”

Joe wouldn’t break it to him that the eager way the scientist reached for the pizza was very similar to the way a certain speedster would lunge towards his own food.

“You never know,” Joe countered with a grin at Martin’s skeptical look, “I heard they were taking to a karaoke bar tonight.”

There was that blush again, telling that Martin knew exactly what he was getting at, but Joe decided not to push it further lest it become a sore point, and instead changed the subject. He asked what Martin was working on, and suddenly the time was filled with Martin explaining in great detail (that went straight over Joe’s head) all of his theories and calculations.

So they ate, and drank coffee, and Martin talked and talked, and Joe enjoyed every moment watching the scientist speak animatedly about his work.

Just a few months before, Martin’s pain and grief had weighed so heavy it had been hard to get even two words from him, so Joe basked now in every free-spoken word the man spoke.

Eventually the science ended though, and the pizza was long gone, and they were both starting to stifle yawns at the lateness. But before he went, Joe had to ask.

“So… Hey Jude ?”

The embarrassed groan that Martin let out was answer enough, and Joe laughed before adding-

“It’s actually one of my favourite songs,” he admitted, meeting Martin’s surprised look with a bright smile.

“I thought you’d be too young for that?” Martin queried with embarrassed amusement, and Joe laughed again, knocking his leg against Martin’s cajolingly.

“I’m not that young,” he reminded the other man, before continuing quickly, “I used to sing it to Iris when she was little.”

“She was a very lucky little girl, then,” the answer came sincerely, then faltered when Martin realised the complement he had levied without forethought.

Joe was sure his grin was incorrigible, and Martin almost immediately began to protest in embarrassment.

“Joseph, I didn’t mean-”

“Didn’t mean what?”

“I-I…”

Joe would be lying if he said he didn’t find Martin attractive. It was also something Iris would call him out on if he tried to deny because she had had his ‘crush’ pinned before even he’d realised. She had also been the one to reassure him that Martin had definitely sent more than a few lingering looks his way.

But Joe was a respectful man, and had no desire to overstep his boundaries whilst Martin dealt with the dissolution of his marriage.

He also valued Martin as a friend and if that was all Martin ultimately wanted, that was more than enough for him.

But some teasing was allowed, of course. Especially amongst friends.

“I can sing it, if you want?” Joe asked insistently, grinning and half turning in his seat.

“No, that wasn’t what-” Martin was protesting, but the half-smile on his face spoke otherwise.

“ Hey Jude-”

“No, Joseph, really-”

“ Don’t make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better.”

Joe wasn’t shy about singing, and stood up from his chair as he continue, aware that Martin’s expression was helpless but fond. And he had stopped protesting.

“ Remember, to let her into your heart. Then you can start- to make it better.”

Joe didn’t know what he expected when he held his hands down to Martin, only that it was almost automatic, in the same way he held out it hands to his daughter, his adoptive son, his few lovers, whenever he sang.

And if he was surprised when Martin took his hands with an obliging expression, he tried to hide it.

The scientist let Joe pull him to his feet, then allowed him to keep hold of his hands as he sang with a smile.

“ Hey Jude, don’t be afraid, you were made to go out and get her.”

Martin seemed to hesitate and fight with himself, breathing a helpless laugh to the ceiling before Joe’s enthusiasm ultimately ended up being too contagious and he joined in, albeit quietly.

“T he minute, you let her under your skin, then you begin- to make it better.”

They both laughed at the silliness of it, and then Joe couldn’t help but cajole.

“So you do sing,” he insisted, then laughed again when Martin tried to pull away with embarrassment, holding his hands and pulling him back closer. If he was surprised Martin let him he didn’t say anything.

“I would request that you don’t tell anyone about this lapse of judgement,” Martin requested, the mask of seriousness slipping back down, but Joe wasn’t about to let that ruin the moment.

“I supposed I could,” he agree, testing his boundaries and leaning in closer in a movement that could be interpreted as just teasing if Martin wanted.

The way that Martin looked at him was of wide-eyed uncertainty, but he didn’t move away, even with Joe scarce inches away.

“Could?”

“Mmhmm,” Joe agreed, “If… you agreed to… I don’t know, go for dinner with me?”

Martin’s eyebrows hit his hairline, and Joe would have laughed if he hadn’t been so focussed on maintaining his cool. He was sure they could recapture their friendship if he was reading the signals wrong, they were both adults, after all. But in his heart he felt like a nervous teenager again, and it was nerve-wracking for all its ridiculousness.

He was aware that he and Martin couldn’t be more different. Joe West wasn’t a man prone to self-consciousness, but even still, he couldn’t help be a little worried that the intelligent, accomplished man before him was out of his league.

(If he knew that Dr. Stein thought the exact same thing of him then maybe his worries would have been eased.)

“I… supposed that would be… agreeable,” Martin said after a deliberate silence, clearing his throat as though that could disguise his heated cheeks.

But Joe’s bright, delighted smile was contagious, and the way he fingers squeezed Martin’s hand confirmed his joy.

For a moment Joe began to pull back, pleased enough with the outcome, then he stalled and seemed to think better of it.

Before Martin could ask what was wrong, Joe moved back, stepping close and leaning in. He waited, giving the scientist time to pull back, but when he was met with only stillness he closed the gap.

The kiss was soft and brief, just a lingering press of intent before Joe stepped back and observed the stunned expression on Martin’s face with a pleased smile.

Before he could recover his senses and speak, Joe used his hold on Martin’s hands to lift them to his mouth, pressing gentle kisses to the backs before letting them go and stepping back.

“So, tomorrow?” Joe asked, gathering up his jacket that he had removed earlier.

“Tomorrow?” Martin still seemed to be blinking the stars out from behind his glasses.

“At 7. Dinner?”

“Oh! Yes… yes,” Martin nodded, clearly making an effort to gather his resolve, and succeeding only in looking embarrassed at his distraction, “That sounds…”

“Agreeable?” Joe offered with a grin, and Martin laughed. It did sound rather formal being put like that.

“Yes, just so.” He smiled, the expression only softening when Joe leaned in to press a brief kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Joe finished buttoning his jacket, then checked his pockets to make sure he had everything before turning to leave. “Goodnight Dr. Stein.”

“Goodnight Joseph.”

And if both of them could be found humming ‘Hey Jude’ the next day, well, that was hardly surprising.

#the flash #westein #joe west #martin stein #my writing

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I SAW YOUR "#cyberpunk baze x chirrut?" TAG AND NOW I'M THINKING -- chirrut as the badass techno-monk still loyal to his destroyed order, baze as a Bodyguard For Hire With A Big Gun, ughhhhh i can see it so clearly in my head and i love it

Star Wars is basically one step away from cyberpunk anyway, just add more neon and stick everyone on one planet instead of a billion, et voilà.

Chirrut works as a technomancer, able to communicate with and manipulate computers directly without needing code or terminals or cybernetic implants. He came by his abilities not through the self-taught survival-of-the-fittest lessons of the street, nor through sinister experimentation by one of the Megacorps, but through good old-fashioned techno-religion. His bond with the very web of cyberspace becomes the stuff of legends on both the mainstream and shadow ‘nets. This flickering presence known as The Monk, who slips through firewalls and cyber sentries like so much tissue paper, who runs his digital fingers through classified archives and top-security files pretty much whenever and however he pleases, whose reported exploits far exceed the number of places he’s actually been in.

Even glimpsing his avatar requires feats of hacking accessible only to the top tiers of hackers, the legends say, and a confirmed Monk sighting goes onto a person’s net profile like an elite badge of honor, good for both reputations and credit accounts. The legends have also embroidered the description of Chirrut’s avatar way beyond the actual mask of bits and bytes that he assumes when he goes into cyberspace - he particularly enjoys the fanfics that feature flames, or improbably giant swords, or improbably glowing armor, or all three at once - but most of them eventually boil down to a few common threads: a beautiful man with Chinese features, wearing traditional robes, disarming your defenses in a single glance of his eerie, blank white eyes.

But as invincible as The Monk may be in cyberspace, commanding the very hardware of its machinery to bend to his will, he has a weakness. Which is simply the weakness of any hacker, down to the most ordinary - when he’s plugged in, he can’t defend his own body.

Company enforcers know that. Rival hackers know that. Anyone Chirrut has ever crossed, from the Megacorp that bought out and razed his religious order, to the most recent two-bit mob boss he humiliated and laid bare to the sharks of the underworld, and continuing on down the list, knows that.

So that’s where Baze comes in.

Baze - to put it in the simplest terms - has a really big gun.

He started life as a fully organic, ordinary genetic human. That’s all ancient history by now, seriously - the reason why his Wuxing IST-Tech 45 plasma-cell cannon has so much concentrated firepower, and why it’s so deadly accurate in his hands, is because strictly speaking, there’s no boundary between the cannon and his hands. Cybernetic implants in his limbs, his body, his eyes - even his brain - turn him into a living weapon, one that maintains the firepower and accuracy even if by some miracle he’s separated from his primary weapon.

His reputation takes longer to grow and spread than Chirrut’s, in part because it’s a fair few years before anyone realizes the quiet-but-menacing mercenary with minor-but-solid street cred operating in a single medium-size city within the Sino-Pacific Trade Group is connected to the much-rumored but somehow even more elusive bodyguard of the internationally-famous Monk. Is, in fact, the same person. (Chirrut still likes to gleefully send him text strings from shadow ‘net forums regarding wild conspiracy theories pulling together highly improbable shreds of evidence to pinpoint the entirely wrong person as the identity of The Monk’s Protector.)

As Chirrut’s daring deeds spread across cyberspace, undermining corporate structures, propping up rebellions, sabotaging exploitative operations, declawing predators and giving teeth to prey, so too does the manhunt for The Monk. Over the years, Baze stops taking as many merc jobs that require him to leave Chirrut’s side, because he simply cannot trust that his partner won’t hook into the ‘net while he’s gone, dancing with wild abandon across the strands of the matrix that runs their world. And, incidentally, leaving himself a completely empty physical shell lying comatose amongst cushions on the floor of their shared apartment. A heavily fortified apartment, but still.

After one particularly long week, which features three highway chases, four days of hopping from safehouse to safehouse, thirty hired hitmen (spaced out over the week), too much expended ammunition to bear thinking about, and a fuckload of cleanup - flesh-eating nanobots do not come cheap, let me tell you, and neither do plasma cartridges - Baze decides to say something.

“You could at least take a few paying jobs, since I can’t anymore,” he grumbles while he takes one of his guns apart for maintenance. “Thanks to you,” he adds, because sometimes it takes many repetitions of an idea for Chirrut to come to grips with it.

“Yes, we will eventually starve. Soon I will be nothing but an insubstantial ghost, just a spirit swaying in the digital breeze, blown wherever the matrix wills it. I think I’d make quite an attractive ghost, don’t you think?” Chirrut says, leaning back from his meditation pose and stretching, tilting his chin up and exposing a delicious stretch of throat that has Baze clamping down on a highly annoyed spark of lust. “You, on the other hand, would make for quite a large lump of a corpse, come to think of it. Hmm.”

Baze snorts. “You didn’t act like you were kissing a corpse last night,” he says, and Chirrut waves a hand.

“No, no, you’re right. I prefer you in non-corpse-form. Very well then,” and he unfolds with the startling grace that he has - the same physical capability that’s stymied more than one assassin expecting an infirm, out-of-shape hacker - and bounds over to fold into Baze’s lap, who hastily retracts the gun into his arm compartment. Chirrut cups his cheek, running light fingers over exposed metal ridges and surgery scarring. “For you, my beloved, I will take a paying contract. How much should the Monk charge for his services, I wonder?”

Baze raises an eyebrow under Chirrut’s hand, not bothering to conceal his surprise at his partner’s easy capitulation. “For you? You could probably ask for anything you want. Couple million creds, to start with, and going up from there.”

Chirrut’s pupils contract in the way that indicates he’s pulling something up on his internal HUD. “I have here a humble request,” he says, stretching out the word ‘humble.’ “From someone designating herself Mon Mothma. Came in just a few hours ago.”

Baze raises his other eyebrow. Mon Mothma of Alliance Corp? Everyone in the shadow world knows by now it’s just a front for one of the many proletarian movements seeking to break the grip of the oligarchy. Ironic that she’s funding it with wealth gained through her own corporation. But she can pay handsomely.

Chirrut bends forward to kiss his eyebrows. “I take it you approve.”

“You’ve vetted it already,” Baze says.

Chirrut scoffs. “You could have left that thought unvoiced and saved yourself the energy,” he says, and Baze rolls his eyes.

“When’s the verification meeting?”

“Tomorrow, in the Prosperity District. At a very nice café for the finest tea in the region, the reviews tell me.”

Right in the heart of downtown, in the shadow of every major Megacorp skyscraper in the SPTG. Baze sighs. “I’ll get out your good suit. Try not to get yourself killed.”

“Mon Mothma asked for you, too. By name.” Chirrut smiles radiantly, inordinately pleased for no reason Baze can think of.

He grunts and wraps his hands around Chirrut’s waist. “We’ll have to pull the rich-asshole-and-his-bodyguard act again.” Baze’s visible modifications aren’t unusual in the bowels of the city, down at street level, but would stand out as unspeakably gauche if he tried to pass himself off as a plutocrat on the 200th floor of some shiny fuck-off corporate complex.

“If we must,” Chirrut dismisses. Then he pushes Baze flat on the floor and slides down, grin glittering wickedly, and proceeds to make Baze prove - repeatedly - that he is very much, definitely, decidedly not a corpse.

(Sidenote: Baze does in fact own a super rad cyberpunk motorcycle that leaves neon streaks in the darkness when he and Chirrut ride through the rain-soaked alleys of their city, because the Rule Of Cool turned the knob up to 11 on this pair, and everyone knows it.)

#spiritassassin #baze x chirrut #chirrut x baze #cyberpunk AU #rogue one #star wars fanfiction #by lazaefair

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