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'Under The Bleachers'

Shuji Hanma x College Cheerleader Reader

part I / part II

description: After years of bullying and harrasment at the hands of Shuji Hanma, he finally get's what he's wanted out of you all a long. Just don't fight back too much and maybe it'll be enjoyable.

cw: sexual assault (not Hanma) , cumplay, creampie, unprotected sex, Hanma's toxic and twisted, trauma, reader is treated shitty, blood, murder.

notes: inspired by Gwi-nam from all of us are dead.

Twelve Years Ago

“Stop! Get it away from me!” Tears spurted from your eyes as you backed up, tripping over the grass and your pretty afternoon dress that your mother had warned you not to play in.

“Oh, come on! It’s not gonna hurt you!” Hanma laughed, advancing towards you, hands clasped over something you could only imagine was some kind of disgusting bug. Even at nine years old, Hanma was still tall for his age, standing a good four to five inches above you. You wanted to call out for your mom or dad, but you knew Hanma would just laugh at you even more.

“Hanma! Stop!”. Some adult should have heard your cries. Some adult should have stopped Hanma Shuji, either back then when he was just a little kid or now. But they didn’t and they won’t.

Hanma opened his hands and made a tossing motion at you, watching as you screamed and fell onto the ground, shaking your limbs and crying out of fear. Tears blurred your vision as you shook your dress and tried to find whatever he had thrown at you.

“Hay- It was just a joke…Calm down.” Hanma stared down at your shaking form, opening his hands. “I didn’t even have anything.” He looked amused by your state of fear, looking down at you as if you were inferior to him.

Your cries softened as he spoke, body still trembling, heart attempting to slow down inside of your chest. “I hate you! Leave me alone!”

Suddenly he knelt down, rolling his eyes in amusement as he watched you shake in fear. “You’re such a big baby. Stop cryin’ come here.” He opened up his arm’s to invite you into a hug with a sheepish grin.

You stared at him with teary, blurred eyes, not completely trusting of him. Crawling forward, you hugged the young boy, crying into his shoulder.

“Don’t do that ever again!”

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Present

“Shit, baby…”, Hanma groaned, thrusting his cock up into your warm cunt, leaning his head back in response to the way your walls sucked him in. You leaned forward, using the handlebars of his motorbike to steady yourself, head hanging low as you panted, condensation causing your breath to be visible in the harsh cold air. Yet your body was still hot, due to your prior cheerleading performance and the way Hanma was working your pretty body.

Hanma just couldn’t help himself, seeing you bounce around in your cute skirt with that adorable, pride filled smile that he loved so much. He hated football, so he deserved a reward for coming to these dumb games anyway. And he took that reward in form of fucking you behind the stadium on his motorcycle bike, dim sky obscuring the two of you from sight.

He had pulled the side of your under shorts and panties to the side without problem, allowing you to melt on his cock like usual. He leaned down, his torso leaning over yours as he began to kiss the back of your neck, nudging your soft skin with his nose. “Shh…you don’t wanna attract attention do you? I’m starting to think you like the idea of getting caught.” He taunted you as you moaned, still pressing his lips against your neck. You might have hated Hanma Shuji, but you couldn’t lie, he knew just how to work your body. You had been told sex wasn’t all it was made out to be by others, but you had a hard time agreeing when Hanma was so fucking good at it.

“Hanma…”, You moaned under your breathe, closing your eyes as an orgasm rolled over your body, filling you with serotonin. Hanma continued to fuck in and out of you, rhythm becoming messy and disgruntled as he reached his own orgasm, cumming inside of you. Everytime he did this, it made you anxious, fear of pregnancy haunting you for the next few days. But Hanma assured you it was okay because of your birth control, and after morning pills. Even then though, your boyfriend would go to the store and buy pills, a pregnancy test and whatever else you wanted to make you feel better.

“Why, Hanma…”,You sounded stressed and scared as you rested your head on the handle bars of his motorcycle. “Shhh…it’ll be okay, baby.” He kissed your neck over and over, letting go of your panties and shorts, allowing his cum to seep out of you into your panties. “I’ll go to the store tomorrow morning, don’t worry your pretty little head.” He squeezed your waist, kissing the skin of your neck one more time before slowly climbing off his motorcycle. “Let’s go home, okay?” you knew he didn’t actually mean your own home but you felt gross and longed to take a long warm shower.

Things had changed. You told yourself that they had changed for the better. They had to have changed for the better. No longer were you and your friends harassed or stalked, no longer were you forced into compromising positions against your will….well, kind of. You had traded years of torture and misery at the tattooed hands of Shuji Hanma away, in exchange for some sorry toxic excuse of a relationship.

Your friends were of course shocked when you told them you were dating your own tormenter. They didn’t understand and you continued to brush off their questions, trying to pretend it was your decision.

You wrapped your arms tight around his waist, pressing your cold cheek to his back as he lit the engine up on his motorcycle and drifted onto the road.You had become used to being a passenger on Hanma’s motorcycle, even though at first you had practically begged him not to make you ride it. Not only did you not trust motorcycles, but you didn’t trust Hanma. Yet, here you were now, face flushed against his jacket as your hair waved around wildly in the wind and the fabric of your clothes caught the breeze. Hanma had pointed out your habit of squeezing him as tight as you could as if he was going to fly away and that was true, even now your arms were locked around him in a death grip.

The bright neon lights of the city were something you weren’t very accustomed to, being more of a country girl. But ever since you had begun to date Hanma, he often brought you into the different districts of Tokyo. Filled with people, vendors, traffic and shops, you could never run out of things to do there. And maybe you could have found some enjoyment in it, if the person you were with wasn’t Shuji Hanma, who lived in the crappiest part of the city.

He drifted between cars, making you close your eyes in an effort to not see just how close you got to the passing vehicles, fingering gripping tightly into the front of Hanma’s jacket.

Hanma loved taking you out on motorcycle rides and this was one of the main reasons, you had no choice but to put all your trust in him. The feeling of your body pressed flush against him, squirming and adjusting yourself when he stopped at a stop light. He liked to turn his head to look back at you, seeing the uncertain and doe-like look you would give him. Your eyebrows would furrow up at him, arms loosening until the switch of the light to green, uncomfortable with the stickiness between your legs, then your arms would once again tighten around his waist.

Of course, Hanma has always loved motorcycle rides, but you made it all the more enjoyable.

He turned down a now familiar, grungie alleyway, coming to a stop behind the huge trash bin and kicking the lock into place. You waited for him to get off , arms falling away from his waist before following, lifting your leg over the seat and onto the ground. Hanma chained the bike up quietly,leaning it against the concrete wall before sticking his hands in his pockets and leading the way farther down the alley.

The two of you approached a rickety looking door and Hanma pulled a dull key out of his pocket, clicking open the door and pushing it forward. You could barely call the place an apartment since the man who owned it was supposedly dead. When Hanma told you that, you had chosen not to ask anymore questions. But now the place was Hanma’s, decorated with posters and records, an ashtray or two, some empty cans of beer and energy drinks. The first time Hanma had brought you here, you remember being uncomfortable, fearful of the shady area it was in. Hanma had almost been the only source of comfort you had at that time and unlike how you were quick to avoid his advances, that night you were grateful for the way he wrapped his arm around you, settling you into his side. But you learned quickly that when you were with Hanma, no one who knew him would mess with you, or even speak to you. And the few poor guys who had, didn’t leave without permanent injury.

You dropped your bag in the corner like usual, kicking your shoes off and eyeing a pair of your panties that were hanging over his sofa chair. It probably needed a wash…and maybe some holy water at this point. Hanma went straight to the bathroom and you pulled off the jacket he had put on you, slinging it over the jacket hanger before crawling onto his bed. The bed was a double, comfy enough for a convict with fluffy enough sheets. You had brought one or two of your own blankets to remind you of home when you slept over but they smelt of him now.

“I’m going to run the shower for us.” Hanma’s head poked out from the bathroom, landing on your huddled form on the bed. You couldn’t help the soft sigh under your breathe, having hoped you’d get a bit of alone time without Shuji hovering over you. “Sounds good.”

But Hanma knew you better and he stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame, eyeing you. “Would you rather wash up by yourself? With the leftover cold water that I leave for you? Go ahead. You can stay out here and wait for me to finish. Listen to the neighbors fuck each other shitless through those paper thin walls. And the stray’s scratchin’ at the door.”

If Hanma was good at anything, it was forcing you to do things you didn’t want, either by manipulation or threats. You didn’t want to shower in cold water, obviously. And you definitely didn’t wanna sit alone in his dingy apartment, paranoid and uncomfortable. As much as you disliked your ‘boyfriend’, he made you feel secure. And you hated it.

“No, I don’t want that. I’m just tired, that's all- I wanna shower with you.” You insisted, climbing off the bed and grabbing at the bottom of your cheer top and pulling it up.

Hanma pretended to ponder, tapping on the frame of the doorway before nodding. “Thought so.” Then he disappeared back into the bathroom and the sound of rushing water echoed into the apartment.

You repeated your soft sigh before stripping your skirt off and tossing them on his bed. Being naked in front of Hanma was always hard, sometimes you had no reaction, he had seen you like this many times. Then other times, your mind would fill with the memories of him forcing your clothes off before and after you started dating. And you found yourself freezing up like you had done so long ago. Hanma had become a bit more accepting of these moments, he knew he had probably broken you a bit. So he tried to be patient, soothing you the best he could with hushed encouragement and praise. But if you needed it, he had helped you out of your clothes before.

Cum filled panties and your bra came off next and soon you were stark naked and walking towards the bathroom. One thing you always felt ashamed about was the way you had begun to ogle Hanma. His muscular form, his long hands, his sharp jawline. You hated him, but there was no denying that he was a sight for sore eyes. You watched as he lifted his shirt off and his back muscles flexed, the way he rolled his shoulders had you breathless for a moment. Thankfully, he was too busy undoing his pants to notice your stares and you shook yourself out of it before slipping past him, visible in the mirror to him, to get in the shower.

The water was always too hot when you showered with Hanma, he would turn the temperature almost to the max and treated it like it was a cool stream of water. Meanwhile, you cowered to the side of the shower, water splashing on you and burning your skin. Luckily, Hanma’s tall form slipped into the shower and the water began to bounce off of his back as he sheltered you from the burning spray of the shower.

The two of you were silent for a while, Hanma’s hair flattening against his head as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the steamy water running down his skin. You just watched him, leaning against the wall of the shower, slowly getting used to the heat and the steam that swam around the room. After a little bit, Hanma opened his eyes, sharp golden orbs lowering down to your wet form, watching how quick you were to cover your chest. He could only snort, already used to the way you hid yourself from him, no matter how many times he would strip you naked and fuck you until the only word you could say, was ‘Hanma’. He knew he should feel bad for continuously forcing you to expose yourself to him, even if you didn’t want to, either by manipulation or force. But to him, the way you seemed to forget how much you despised him and clung onto him during and after sex, was worth it to him.

But he didn’t know just how insecure you were when he did this to you, like a reminder of the other times he had traumatized you, humiliating you in front of his friends. It might have not been the same situation, but you experienced that same emotion from those memories every time he pressured you.

“Come here.” He motioned towards himself before taking a step forward, knowing you weren’t going to listen. You remained tense with your lower arms crossed over your chest as your boyfriend grabbed onto your upper arms and pulled you closer to him, under the steaming water. He grabbed a rag and began to clean up between your legs, your own arms holding onto him for balance as he leaned over to do so. He then stood up and one hand began to repeat a circular rubbing motion on your skin as the other grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the shower rack.

You rubbed a new soapy rag into his bicep, eyes glancing up between his arm and the way he was watching you with warm eyes, obviously pleased with your show of ‘affection’. Meanwhile he continued to rub shampoo into your scalp, watching how your eyes became hazy.

“Tomorrow you are gonna come out with me, I got a few things to do and we are going to spend some time downtown.” You hated the idea, knowing how dangerous downtown was, even if you were with Hanma. You wanted to go home and pretend he didn’t exist for a while. But what Hanma said, usually went, so you just agreed with him.

“Okay..”, You mumbled, rubbing the soap across his chest now, lightly ogling him again. He rolled his shoulders slightly, watching the way your eyes trailed along his body. He had a few scars here and there from fights, but he was absolutely toned, all his defined muscles flexed every time he moved and he knew you had a slight staring problem. “You’re my girlfriend, ya know. You can touch me if you want.” He leaned down, voice resembling a purr as he bent slightly over you. You pulled the rag away and cowered away from his form slightly, “No! Stop teasing me.” You snapped, feeling ashamed as he cackled above you.

Hanma washed your hair out then his own before insisting on scrubbing you down. Once you were both finished, the two of you climbed out of the showers, drying yourself off and preparing for bed. The football game had drained you, you hadn’t been getting enough practice lately which made the routines even harder and the ‘routine’ you had to perform for Hanma after left you exhausted.

You collapsed into Hanma’s bed after pulling one of his shirts on, the smell of him engulfing your every sense as you began to fix his blanket on top of you. Hanma himself pulled on a pair of sweatpants before climbing into bed behind you, his arms immediately pulling you flush into him. The two of your sleeping habits had become entwined, the usual spooning routine would take place every night. You had always cuddled with your stuffed animals, imagining you had someone to cuddle with and even if it was Hanma…you couldn’t make yourself hate it. He was warm and would usually rest his knee between your legs and bury his face in the back of your neck.

You were absolutely beat at this point and had begun to let drift off in his muscular arms, when suddenly Hanma squeezed your waist, “I have a question.”

You didn’t bother opening your eyes, instead making a small humming sound to indicate you were listening. Hoping it would be a simple question that you could answer, then he would leave you alone and let you sleep.

“Would you care if I cheated on you?” You could practically hear the way he was grinning, lips brushing against your ear. Your eyes opened up in reaction to the question, furrowing your eyebrows, hand still resting over his.“Well..ya? Cheating is wrong, I’d be pissed.” you murmured, staring off at the wall near your side of the bed.

“But you hate me, don’t you? So why would you care?”

Your eyes furrowed even deeper, realizing what he was saying. “Because! It would….are you thinking about cheating on me?”

He chuckled softly in your ear, “Of course not, I was just wondering…Would you cheat on me?”

“No.” Was your immediate answer and this pleased Hanma who kissed the side of your neck softly, squeezing you close

“What would you do if I cheated on you?” You said after a while, even though you knew you probably wouldn’t be fond of how he answered.

Hanma hummed softly, thinking. “I’d probably kill the guy.”

“Hanma!”

“What? You wanted to know. I don’t care who he is, if he’s my friend or even my best friend.” He laughed, “Hell, even if it’s Kisaki.” Hanma had talked about Kisaki before and you had realized just how highly he thought of him. If he wasn’t with you, forcing you to follow him around and stick by his side, he was with Kisaki.

“I’d rip him limb from limb.”

You didn’t doubt Hanma would kill someone for you, you knew enough about your boyfriend to know that violence was commonplace for him and he treated all the dangerous activities he partook in like an afternoon picnic. You were just hoping you’d never have to be involved in any of Hanma’s gang related affairs, you’d rather stay slightly oblivious to it. Though it was hard to ignore the blood that would stain his clothes on occasion.

“..Can we sleep now?” Your voice sounded slightly aggravated and Hanma grinned, kissing the back of your head. He took pride in how easily it was for him to annoy you, poking all your buttons. It was just too easy for him. Especially when you acted like you had no feelings for him, when he knew you did.

“Ya, Ya. Goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight Hanma.”

When you awoke, Hanma wasn’t in bed anymore, his keys, phone and usual choice of jacket gone from their usual spots. You rolled over to his side of the bed, sighing and grabbing his pillow, holding it to your chest. Maybe you did despise Hanma Shuji as a human being, but your fight and passion had dwindled, leaving a dormant spot inside of you waiting to be filled up. He was all you had left, wasn’t he? Your family rarely spoke to you, you had been missing practices after practice because of your boyfriend. He had consumed your life. So was it that crazy that when he was gone, it felt wrong? You buried your face in his pillow, sighing softly. You hated when he left you alone in this dirty ‘apartment’.

The doorknob clicked after a few minutes and Hanma stepped back inside, his hair now dry and styled into his normal look, plastic shopping bags in his hands. He shut the door behind him and looked at you as you let go of his pillow, sitting up to meet his gaze. “Cuddling with my pillow?” He teased, setting the bags on his bed before pulling his jacket off and tossing it on a nearby chair.

Ignoring his teasing, you crawled towards the bags and began to sift through them, grabbing the box of morning after pills and prying them open. Hanma began to sift through the bags as well as you climbed off the bed and over to his tiny little kitchen area, pouring yourself a cup of water and downing one of the pills.

Hanma grinned as he stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing one hand flush to your stomach. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you accidentally got pregnant, I’d kill to see you all pretty and round with my kid.”

‘You’re the worst, stop it.” You snapped, pushing his hand away and moving away from him back to the bed, the idea of getting pregnant with Hanma’s kid making you feel ill.

“You feelin’ sick? You don’t look too good. You know what that’s a symptom of.”

“Hanma, stop!” You suddenly snapped at him, anger clear in your eyes as you crawled back into the bed. “I hate when you cum in me, it’s scary!” You shouted.

Hanma stared at you for a moment, seeming to consider what you were saying, remaining calm like he always seemed to when you got upset. After a second, he walked over to the bed and sat down, looking at you with a bit of a mocking look. “I’ll stop doin’ it if it upsets you that much.”

“It does.”

“Then I won’t do it anymore.” He tossed his hands up a bit before crawling towards you and pulling you close to him, ignoring the way you huffed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp. “I won’t do it anymore, okay? I’ll pull out, I’ll use protection, if it’ll make you feel better. Shit.”

“It would..’ You stopped fighting him, muttering your words as you laid on your side, his arms around your waist.

“Then that settles it, come on. Don’t be so crabby, I just like teasing you.” The two of you remained quiet after this exchange, Hanma holding you in his arms as you slowly felt your irritation and anxiety begin to fade, placing your hands over his and laying your head on the bed. “You promise?”

You don’t know why you asked this since Hanma had never broken a promise to you before, when he said he was going to do something, he always did it. It was one of his only redeeming qualities.

“Ya, I promise.” He murmured, kissing the top of your head before sitting up a bit and leaning over you to grab one of the plastic bags. “I bought something for you that I thought you could wear today.”

You watched him lift up the shirt, still laying slightly under him as he leaned over you. It was a cropped t-shirt that showed a bit of cleavage, bright pink with a pretty y2k like gemstone design on the front. Hanma had a certain taste that you had come to realize over time, always a bit slutty, always a bit cute. He liked showing you off, knowing no one else could have you. You can’t say it was your favorite design ever but you nodded, considering he had bought it for you. “Sure.”

He grinned and dropped the shirt, running his fingers through your hair for a moment.

“Let’s get ready.”

You walked hand in hand with your convict boyfriend down the grubby streets of downtown. You stuck out like a sore thumb with that pretty skirt of yours and the crop top that Hanma had picked out for you. Hanma’s hands were sizeable compared to yours, hiding your hands inside of his. The stares you received from passing men made you uncomfortable but Hanma barely seemed to react as he led you along. You almost prayed for their sake that they didn’t try anything, knowing Hanma would beat them shitless and be in a shitty mood for the next few hours.

“Let’s go in here.” Hanma spoke after a while of walking, stopping at what looked like a small convenience store with glowing red bead lights and a flashing open sign.

The two of you had been out for awhile now and it was starting to get slightly dark outside, stopping at little shops and even taking a moment for Hanma to socialize with a friend or two. He held the door open and allowed you to walk in before following, hand still clasped in yours. The store was full of the normal types of snacks you’d find around Tokyo, but there were also a few other things from different countries around the world.

“I’m gonna look around.” You said, looking at your tall boyfriend who nodded, letting go of your hand. “Go ahead.”

The store only had two isles and was relatively small, so Hanma didn’t mind allowing you to wander off. He approached the cash register and began to motion towards the cigarettes he wanted at the cashier as he fished into his pockets. You walked along the small aisle, looking at all the small snacks and drinks from different cultures. You were pretty hesitant to try anything, not being able to read some of the titles or ingredients inside of them.

“Grab whatever you want.” Hanma spoke without looking at you, pulling yen out of his wallet and beginning to sort through it. You bit your lip and made your last minute decision, walking back to the cash register and setting down some kind of Taiwanese jelly cup onto the table. Hanma looked down at it before nodding, “Grab me one too.”

The two of you exited the shop and you began to peel open the lid of your jelly cup, while Hanma wrapped an arm around your waist since he couldn’t hold your hand. You had noticed this about Hanma, he seemed fond of always having a hand on you at all times. It was very uncomfortable in the beginning of the relationship, the way his hand would linger on your thigh or back, but you had gotten used to it over time. You unwrapped the spoon you had grabbed from the store, dipping it inside the cup and bringing it to your lips, while Hanma watched you out of the corner of his eye. It tasted sweet, with that hint of coconut you had expected. After you swallowed the first two bites, you noticed the way Hanma was watching you. “What..?” You looked confused before sticking your spoon into the cup and bringing a bite of jelly up to his face.

He looked amused, laughing and giving you a gentle squeeze. “I was just admirin’ my girl.” That didn’t stop him from taking the bite of jelly off the spoon, not wanting to let such an opportunity go to waste. “You should feed me more often, it’s cute. Unless you want me to feed you.”

“No.” You replied quickly, stuffing your spoon back inside your jelly cup and looking down as the two of you approached a crosswalk. “Whatever.” He shrugged, rolling his eyes as the two of you waited for your turn to cross the road. “You did it pretty naturally though, so you don’t have to act like you didn’t want to.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, stabbing at your jelly a bit.

The light turned green and Hanma led you across the street towards a bar that he frequented, one that you had shown a dislike to more than once. Everytime you had gone inside, you could smell the alcohol in the air and felt the eyes of the grubby men watching you inside of the cramped space. You especially didn’t want to have to go in today considering what you were wearing. One hand holding your jelly cup with the spoon in it, you grabbed Hanma’s arm, stopping him in his place. He looked back at you, seemingly annoyed, knowing you were gonna complain about going inside.

“I don’t want to go in, it makes me uncomfortable.” You pleaded, fingers gripping around the fabric of his jacket. He sighed, eyes rolling into the back of his head again as he looked down at his beloved girlfriend. “You kiddin’ me? Never once has anything happened to you in there, I’ve kept you safe every time. I just want some lunch and a drink, why do you have to be such a big baby about this every time.” He insulted, looking down at you with what seemed like disdain. It hurt. It shouldn’t have since you expected this kind of treatment from Hanma, but he usually wasn’t this sour with you.

“I know..but it still makes me really uncomfortable, they all stare at me.” You murmured, glancing into the dim window where tables and tables of men, drinking and laughing sat in a very tight space. “Damnit…”, Hanma rolled his shoulders slightly, jaw clenching as he pulled his arm away from your waist, grabbing your wrist.

“Please just let me wait outside!”, You pleaded, feeling the way he began to drag you towards the door. He glanced back at you, looking at the way your eyes began to water. It wasn’t him making you cry either, it was your fear of the men inside. That annoyed him even more. “Fine, don’t move an inch. Got it? I’ll be back in a minute.” He let go of your wrist, tossing his hand lazily into the air before pushing open the door and going inside. And just like that, an afternoon out with Hanma that had seemed to be going okay, was ruined.

You stood outside the door, watching his shadowy figure through the window disappear into the clumps of people. You felt an anxiety similar to being a little kid, your mother leaving you in the waiting room at the dentist for the first time, or getting lost in the store away from your parents. A sinking dread that you fought, knowing it would escalate into panic if you didn’t control it. You gripped your jelly cup in your hand, watching your breathe in the cold air and wishing Hanma had left you his jacket.

Men and women passed in front of you down the sidewalk, some glancing your way while others ignored you completely. What was really two minutes felt like an eternity and you kept glancing inside, hoping you’d see the tall figure of Hanma approaching the door.

“Hay, look at you.” A voice came from your right and you turned your head to look at a group of three men exiting the sketchy alleyway next to the store. They looked sufficiently drunk, cigarettes in their dirty hands, eyes glued to your figure. “What a pretty face, you out here by yourself, sweetheart?” The man who had first spoken stepped closer to you, scruff lining his jaw, seemingly uncut and unwashed for what looked like awhile. Behind him stood a skinnier guy with down turned eyes while the third wore a beanie pulled over his head. Your heart began racing in your chest, this being exactly what you had feared would happen if you came down town.

They all wore the same jackets that looked to be some kind of gang apparel, script written down the sides. A blatant sign of danger, that would tell the normal person to avoid someone like these men at all times. “No- my boyfriends inside. I’m sorry.” You lifted your hands, backing up towards the door and getting ready to grab the handle when the man who spoke to you first, grabbed your wrist and tugged you away from it.

“That’s stupid of him, leaving a pretty thing like you out here. But lucky for us, huh?” The scent of whiskey filled your nostrils and you quickly began trying to pull away, shrieks escaping your parted lips. “Shut up.” His hand clasped over your lips and with the help of his friends, he began to drag you away from the bar and down the alleyway.

The man with the stubble shoved you against the dirty brick walk of the back of the store, having dragged you a fair good way away from the entrance to the building. “Isn’t very often we get a cute girl like you wandering around here, easy to snatch off the streets. Your boyfriend must be real fuckin’ stupid.” He pressed your cheek hard against the wall, dragging your skin against the hard brick. You cried out loudly, too filled with fear and shock to even think of calling out for help. “Shut up, bitch.” One of the men from behind you slapped your rear hard before grabbing the fabric of your skirt and tearing it down your legs. You felt sick, the familiar feeling of your first time with Hanma and all the times he had taken advantage of you before coming back, but seemingly ten times worse. Cries of pain left your lips, another hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your voice from echoing down the alleyway.

“Let’s make this shit quick before someone comes, get her on the ground.” The first man instructed and the man with the beanie complied, shoving you into the concrete. You immediately felt someone climb on top of your, harsh hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, not bothering to cover up your cries anymore as one of the other men got on his knees and tugged your panties down.

You began to hyperventilate as the sound of unzipping pants informed you of what was about to come, tears dripping onto the concrete as you squeezed your eyes closed, hoping it would all end quickly.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Hanma’s familiar voice brought you back to reality, your eyes shooting open to watch your delinquent boyfriend stalk down the alleyway towards the three men, you still struggling under the first one. You had never seen him look so terrifying before, his face was dark, unspeakable anger written across it. His voice sounded unusually deep and filled with malice, yet it never sounded more comforting. You squirmed forward as the man on top of you began to stand up, seemingly rushed and panicked. You looked back in confusion, watching the faces of the gangsters contort into looks of absolute horror.

“It’s the fuckin reaper..”, The tall man spurt out, his voice cracking as he backed up. You couldn’t even begin to understand what was happening as these men who had seconds ago been so confident and brutal, were now cowering away from your boyfriend.

“Shit, dude. We didn’t know she was your girl. Fuck!” The first guy pleaded. Hanma didn’t seem to even hear them as he stepped past your trembling form towards them. He was going to kill them.

Suddenly the man in the beanie grabbed onto what seemed to be an empty beer bottle on the floor of the alley and slung it in your direction while yelling, “Run!”

Hanma spun around in an almost frantic movement as the bottle slammed on the ground next to you, shattering into pieces. Within seconds he was on the ground, kneeling in the glass next to your trembling form as the three men took off out of the alleyway, quick footsteps echoing out in the distance.

“Hanma!”, Your sobs were broken and so was your breathing, hands over your head as your arms stung, one of two pieces of glass having found your skin. “Fuckin’ stupid!”, Hanma bellowed, causing you to flinch away in fear, his arms flying down to grab your trembling form and pull you into his arms. You sobbed loudly, face halfway pressed into his chest as he struggled to pull your skirt and panties back up. “Not you, you’re not fuckin’ stupid.” He said quickly, hand bringing your face to his chest. You couldn’t properly speak, words coming out in blubbers and stammers. The only word you could clearly get out was Hanma’s name, which you took to repeating. He stroked your hair shakily as he stood up, clutching you to his body. “I’m sorry.” Was his replies to your cries, holding you tightly against him as he began to make his way out of the alleyway with your trembling form in his arms.

Your halfway empty jelly cup sat on the floor of the alleyway, nearly being stepped on by Hanma as he carried you away.

By the time the two of you arrived back at his apartment, Hanma was deadly silent. He didn’t speak a word as he used tweezers to pull the glass from your skin, ignoring your cries as he pressed alcohol into the wounds. You still couldn’t speak, now that things were semi calm, you were having a hard time registering what had happened in your mind. He grabbed some bandaids from his cabinet, holding you still as he pressed them onto your cuts, grip on your firm and unnecessarily tight.

“Hanma.” You repeated, throat clenching in emotion.

“Stop.” Hanma finally spoke, seemingly being driven crazy by you repeating his name over and over. He felt absolutely furious, at himself, at those men, and somewhat at your for not listening to him. He couldn’t take listening to you say his name over and over, to him it sounded like you were blaming him, repeating his name like he was the only one who could protect you. He was and he should have. He had failed and he didn’t know how to cope with it.

You whimpered in response, a heavy sob leaving your mouth as he scooped you up into his arms again. “Stay here, don’t move a inch. Don’t call anyone, don’t even look outside.” Hanma muttered, laying you onto his bed. That’s what he had told you before, not to move and inch, it made him all the more angry.

“But-.”

“Don’t fucking go anywhere, you just be quiet. Got it?” He snapped at you as he grabbed his motorcycle keys from their hanger, throwing open the door and slamming it behind him, locking it in place. The sound of a motorcycle revving up followed not much later.

Then you were alone. That was the last thing you wanted to be right now. Hanma had left you, again. You began to sob even harder, burying your face into the blankets of the bed and screaming into them. Fear couldn’t even describe how you felt, you were desperate. You needed Hanma, why couldn’t he understand that? You had done nothing but repeated his name for over an hour now and yet he had abandoned you inside of his crummy apartment.

Minutes turned into hours and your hope that told you Hanma would be back soon began to dwindle. It was three hours later when you finally heard the door to the apartment open and your boyfriend stepped inside.

“Hanma?...” You whispered, crawling towards the side of the bed, eyes widening in fear as the color of his clothes was revealed in the light. Hanma was covered in blood, his shirt, knuckles, and face. Everywhere. He looked tired, walking towards the bathroom for a moment and leaning on the doorway.

You went to say his name again but you instead bit your lip, not wanting to anger him again. He sauntered into the bathroom and at the same time, you slowly got off the bed and approached the open bathroom door. Hanma was leaning on the bathroom counter, blood coated his clothing and knuckles, the look on his face was disgruntled and unfocused as he stared down at the sink. You stood there quietly for a moment, waiting for him to move or give you some kind of acknowledgment. But he didn’t. And so you slowly walked behind him and pried open one of the bathroom cabinets, doing your best to sort through the unorganized products lining the shelves. You grabbed onto some bandages, a slightly used bottle of antibiotic ointment, alcohol, anything that you thought could be used.

Hanma still wasn’t looking at you, he was staring at the sink like before, eyes focused on what seemed to be nothing at all.

“Shuji…please sit down.” You spoke softly, aware of how your voice seemed to tremble. Who could blame you, you had been through a horrifying ideal today and Hanma was acting uncharacteristically quiet. He slowly looked up from the sink, turning his head to look at you with dark, cold eyes. “You afraid of me?”

You clutched the bottle of rubbing alcohol tightly in your hand, hands trembling at your sides. “Ya…”, You murmured, eyes drawn to red liquid drying on his clothes. His jaw clenched and he tossed his head to the side before turning towards you completely, “You should be.” He said simply before brushing past your shaking form and sitting down on the lid of the toilet, sighing and clasping his hands between his legs.You slowly turned around to look at him, feeling relieved now that he was sitting down.

You got down onto your knees, looking up at him with shaky hands. “Can I wash your hands?”

You continued to run the bloody rag through the sink before kneeling next to his quiet form again, gently brushing and dabbing the rag over his bruised and cut knuckles. Everyonce in a while he would flinch in pain, but remained quiet as he watched you with emotionless eyes. You didn’t know what to say to him. Part of you didn’t wanna know what he had done while he was gone, and part of you was now upset with him for leaving you the way he had. Then you were also scared, scared of him and how he was acting. He never acted like this with you, it was unusual and terrifying to say the least.

You chewed on your bottom lip as you started unwrapping the roll of bandages, pulling your skin from the fabric every time it got stuck. Hanma’s hands, despite the traumatizing evening, we’re completely still now. You took one in your hand and slowly began to wrap the bandage around his knuckles.

“What happened?” You broke the long lasting silence, glancing up at your boyfriend who was still looking down at you. He shrugged his tense shoulders, looking away from you as he rolled his neck. “I killed them.”

Your hands came to a stop around his, holding the end of the bandage you were wrapping around him in a shaky hand. You could have assumed that was what had happened, especially after what he had told you the night before. He seemed to be willing to do anything for you, even if you didn’t want it. And you certainly didn’t want the death of three men in your conscience, even if they were monsters.

“I recognized the gang they were in so I paid them a visit.” Hanma grabbed the last bit of bandage in your now frozen hand, finishing on his first hand treatment. “They got what they deserved.”

You wanted to disagree, to say you didn’t want him killing someone because of you, but Hanma was territorial. And men who took advantage of women like that….they probably would have done it again if not to you. So maybe they did deserve it..but hadn’t Hanma done the same to you? How was it any different? Because he had coerced you into it?

You stayed silent for a second, before speaking your mind. “You’re a hypocrite Hanma.”

You don’t know where you got the bravery to say something like that to him, especially when he had been acting so off all night. You sounded kind of like your old self, full of pride and resistance when it came to Hanma’s harassment and advances on you. But you were angry with Hanma, despite the way you were nursing his wounds and taking care of him. Not only had he left you alone when you needed him to fulfill his own selfish needs, but he was guilty of the exact thing he had killed those men for.

You didn’t wanna look up at Hanma’s face after confronting him, scared of the way he would be staring down at you with anger and disdain. But Hanma didn't react that way at all. Instead, he began to laugh. You glared up at him, watching that stone cold expression turn into one of uncontrolled amusement. His lips turned upwards in a bursting grin as he cackled, reaching out with his bandaged hand to rub your head. You pulled away, anger clear on your face. “It’s not funny! You are just as bad as them! You took advantage of me!” You shouted at him, yet it didn’t change the expression on his face.

“You think I’m not aware of that? Of course I am! But it doesn’t matter, they don’t deserve it because of what they did. They deserve it because they did it to you. And no one touches or hurts what's mine, except me.” He continued to laugh, almost mocking you as you began to tear up, disgusted and hurt by Hanma’s delusional thinking.

“You’re crazy!”You sounded unbelievably distressed as you shakely stood up, tears ready to burst from your eyes. “You don’t even care about how much distress it causes me! You don’t even care about me! You just see me as a possession! They tried to rape me and you act like some territorial dog. This is why I hate you!”. Hanma’s laughter ceased and he went deadly quiet once again. Your heart began to pace wildly as he stood up, quickly backing away from his tall form.

“You don’t know anything about how I feel for you. You think I don’t care about your distress? You're dead wrong. I only care about your distress, that’s the thing. I don’t care about anyone else's suffering, they can kill themselves for all I care. Doesn’t matter to me, gorgeous.” You tried to avoid the bandaged hand that flew towards your wrist, but you failed to move quick enough. His fingers gripped your wrist, pulling you back to him.

“You aren’t a possession to me, but you are mine. Maybe you are right, I do act like a dog and maybe I am a hypocrite. Think of me how you want, hate me if you want. But we both know you can’t survive without me at this point. You’re dependent on me and in return I’ll take care of you.”

It felt like he was just spouting words at this point. Tears burst from your eyes as you began to cry. He was right, you were dependent on him. You couldn’t stand being away from him for too long and deep inside you had begun to crave his affection and adoration. No one had ever shown you the type of romantic love he had, everyone else avoided you because of him. But you couldn't stand being alone, not anymore.. You hated him, but yet you wanted him so bad.

“You know I’ve loved you since we were kids, right? Can you blame me for being so protective of you? I look at you, crying and terrified and I see that little girl I used to pick on. I’d rip out someone's heart if they hurt her.”

“But you hurt me! Hanma! You're twisted!”, You cried, pulling on your wrist.

He stared down at you, jaw clenching. You could tell your words were having somewhat of an effect on him. As much as he said he didn’t care about you disliking him, it truly bothered him. Ever since he was young he’d imagined you and him being together, joking around together and truly loving each other. But he had burnt that bridge, yet he refused to admit it or let it go.

“You can love me, it’ll make it easier. No one will love you the way I do. No one has ever loved you the way I do.”

Your throat tightened and you began to cry even harder, you hated fighting like this with Hanma. It took everything in you to stand up for yourself like this, it was exhausting. You had given up on arguing and pushing him away for a reason, even if it broke your spirit, it was so much easier to just let him have his way.

“Hanma..”, You sobbed, stepping forward and burying your face into his chest. He took no time in wrapping his arms around you, letting go of your wrist and cradling you close to him. Pleased with the way you had given up on fighting with him.

“I’m sorry, okay? Will that make you feel better? I feel bad for making you cry.” He muttered into your ear as wet tears slid down your cheeks, the scent of iron filling your nose due to the crusted blood on his clothes. But that didn’t stop you from clinging tightly to him.

“Why’d you leave me here alone after-,” You gasped, breathing quickening as you looked up at him, tears and snot running down your face. “I needed you, I needed you and you weren't there.”

Hanma’s face dropped completely as he looked away from you, eyes drifting up above your head. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or if he was thinking at all. Did he care? You had a hard time imagining that, Hanma rarely showed any type of deep, genuine emotion other than affection towards you. Never had you seen him cry or ever get sad over something. Anger or disdain was his go to emotion.

One of Hanma’s hands came up to hold the back of your head, he was being very unusually gentle, fingers slowly slipping into your hair and massaging your scalp.

“Shit….” He pursed his lips, a look of regret and slight guilt washing over his face. It was a look you had never seen before, he didn’t seem to know how to react. Hanma wasn’t great at taking care of others, at least not emotionally. He was trying his best with you though, trying his best for you. But he was selfish, he had always been selfish, that’s what it had taken for him to survive his whole life. He had never considered anyone else’s feelings, he couldn’t help the way he would sometimes return to his old ways.

“I didn’t think about it…”, He muttered, slowly looking back down at your quivering bottom lip and red eyes. “I was just angry- I thought that maybe giving them what they deserved would make you feel better.” he muttered, frowning as you shook your head back and forth.

“I just wanted you to hold me-“. Your breath began to quicken and Hanma tightened his hold on you, squeezing you close. You gagged slightly against the dried blood on his fabric but he didn’t seem to notice. “I will, I’m here. Okay? I’m sorry.” he clenched his jaw as his words did nothing to calm your breathing.

“Lets just shower and get in bed, okay? We both need to clean up. Then I’ll take care of you in return for you taking care of me.”

The two of you took a quick, silent shower, and Hanma finished bandaging up his other hand while you sat on the lid of the toilet nearby, not wanting to go far from him, even if it was just the other room. Hanma helped slip you into your pajamas, grimacing at the forming bruises on your wrists, ass and knees. He didn’t regret murdering those men, he’d do it ten times over. He didn’t understand why it didn’t make you feel better.

You crawled in bed as he put on a pair of sweatpants, watching him with tired and somber eyes. You were trying not to think of what had happened to you and the way Hanma had reacted to all of it. How he had left you outside the bar and afterwards when he brought you home. It was all so wrong, he had reacted so inappropriately. Yet, that didn’t stop you from crawling into his arms as he got in bed, deciding to cuddle up to him this time instead of the usual spooning routine. You needed some kind of comfort, even if the one providing it was Hanma.

It didn’t take long for the soft cries to return as you hid yourself in his body, he stroked your hair softly in response, not knowing what else to do. He felt like he had failed slightly, in protecting you. But what if you had just listened to him in the first place, like he had told you to. Was it his fault? If you had just stayed by his side…instead of waiting outside, you wouldn’t have been grabbed by those men.

He would never let that happen ever again.

Neither of you fell asleep for the next few hours.Your cries eventually quieted down as you stayed unmoving in his warm embrace. Mind replaying what had happened to you no matter how hard you tried to fight the thoughts. They bullied their way into your mind, filling you with dread and sorrow and you began to blame yourself. T had just gone inside with Hanma like he had told you to in the first place, if you had just listened to him, you’d probably be eating some of his shitty take out with him right now in bed. He’d tease you until your face was red with anger then joke around with you till you couldn’t hold in your laughs anymore. Lips turning into a slight smile when he pointed out the way the corners of them were trembling. You’d do anything for those semi normal nights now, you felt like you had taken them for granted. Because this night was hell and sleep seemed impossible.

The only thing that kept you from falling apart completely was your hypocritical boyfriend.

Shuji Hanma. You hated him. Yet, you loved him. The saying ‘two sides of the same coin’ was beginning to sound more and more true in your mind.

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starsw1rl · 7 months

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DYING BY THE HAND

Relationship: Simon Ghost Riley x F!Reader Summary: Siren, a newly yet skilled recruit, finds her way through Task 141 and learns important lessons, while also teaching some

A/N: lol so i already posted this months back but hopefully ill actually finish it this time!

Loud music blasts through the surround system of the club. Blood flows through the veins of the people, alcohol gets poured into glass after glass, and the music pumps off the walls and hits the crowd’s ears.

The whole bar was filled with a mixture of lonely people trying to drown in their sorrows, alcoholics who meet the devil himself as the glass touches their lips, or just people looking for the fix of a fun night.

It was almost sad that the only way these people felt any serotonin was through drugs or sex. At a secluded table, there was a couple conversing quietly on personal business.

People around them were either lost in their intoxicant drink, or either leaving lucky. A gruff man, who sat across from a woman, was a much larger build and had fluffy mutton chops.

He had a very charismatic look and a specific glimmer in his eyes as smiled at the blonde woman. She had a much smaller frame in contrast to the man.

She gave him a warm smile, but it was soon replaced with her original stoic face. His large veiny hands held a large manila envelope, making it look tiny as he placed it onto the table to hand to the blonde.

“Laswell, this is Siren” the gruff man started. “She is one of our ally’s current main spies and also is known for being the best sniper” The woman nodded and then he proceeded to talk, “I wish for her to soon be a new addition to the 141 Task team and believe she has more than potential…” He tries to persuade the woman.

She brings her hand up to her head and sighs. “Siren? Is there another name or is that the only name she goes by, Cap.?” He shakes his head and says “that's her only name recorded. She is known for not being able to be identified by a profile and her high level of secrecy.”

She laughed “Price, you know she’s a new recruit. How much experience does she have?” She opens the envelope and quickly scans the report.

“Siren is from Russia. She was somehow trained from the age of 12 and refuses to talk about her experience with her trainer. She never spoke about family or any personal ties besides the military. Apparently, she has taken out several head leaders and has a long list of killings of soviet military leaders while in Russia. She had to run as a refugee for a couple of months till she found us. I understand the lack of physical proof of her performances, but Laswell…she would do well with us. Siren has proved herself to me and I hope she can to both you and Shepherd as well. She’d be a beneficial addition to the team.” Captain says to the blonde.

Kate sits back in her chair and continues to read Siren’s resume. A sigh falls from her lips and Price awaits her answer.

Strobe lights dance across the bar while people try to find their own sense of euphoria in the mixture of sweat, alcohol, spit, and other mixtures that many would wish to not think about.

The thick humid air that had already filled the dance floor was now filling the rest of the large room. Many wished to seize their own moment in the club yet still would go home feeling as if they fell short. But the night is still young and is still attainable.

While that was going on, in some forest, Siren was sitting up in a tree watching a group of three soldiers walk cautiously through the trees and try to make out anything through the branches.

She took out her prized possession, Poseidon. Poseidon was her sniper and she had always been attached to it since she took it.

It originally was Ivon Petrov, who was Russia’s main spy, but when she took it, Petrov’s dead body hadn’t said much against it.

Plus the rifle with dark green wrap and a matching silencer with a carved design on the end was such a perfect beaut in her opinion, she couldn’t had passed the opportunity up nor allow anyone else feel worthy of her.

Siren watched them through her scope and silently peered toward the soldiers. Two of them were next to each other while there was another following a little behind them.

It was evident that the lone soldier was struggling to keep up and as they walked, they almost seemed to be injured. The soldier had an irregular step and was much farther from the group.

Locking her scope to the center of the soldier’s head, she took them out with no hesitation. As she watched the body disappear from the tall plants on the ground, her eyes focused on the two other soldiers left to take down.

The two kept walking slowly until one told the other, “I need to piss.” They both stopped and the other soldier turned their back while groaning.

As the soldier started to pull down their zipper, it was the perfect time to take out both of them and that was exactly what Siren did. She took out the one with their back turned first and then hit the one pissing.

She climbed around some trees and went higher. Heights have never been an issue to her as she always prefered to sleep in the trees in between missions.

Living off the grid is the only way she can survive without the Russians finding her or at least that's what she says. It's really just to ease her mind about them finding her.

Plus, she never really minded it. She always was in the trees when possible and always wondered how good of a sniper she would’ve been if it was any different.

The only thing she enjoys much more than being high up was nature. Russia was absolutely beautiful to her, but the people ruined it. Well, person.

Regardless, it also helped her learn astronomy as a random interest. The astronomy helped her immensely with directions of where she was at, where she was going to, and where she was coming from.

When she looks back on her younger years, all she can really ever recall was her training. She can never really recall certain memories before or anything in between the lessons she was given.

As much resentment she had built up over the years towards her apprentice, she still had an almost sickening appreciation for the lessons she learned, but still wondered how things could have played or been different.

She knew it was better to not dwell on the past and sit in her own self-pity, but if she didn't, who would? Siren always allowed herself to mourn, but in a more proper, scheduled manner yet, she still could not heal from what cannot be recalled.

She finally sets up camp for the night and notices the full moon above. She said a tiny prayer to the sky, a habit she picked up in her teen years. It wasn’t like she actually believed in a certain god, but she did believe in a higher being blessing her in weird ways.

Someone up there blessed her with trees and nature all around her. Her main struggle with a god was why would they even create such madness in humans. Whoever was there screwed the start of her life over, but she still believed that the start of her life was an inevitable lesson of how fucked humans are and how they will remain till their own demise.

War is a disgusting sight to see, but the before and after were always her favourite. Maybe God is just some sick masochist who got off to the destruction of their own creation. Or maybe there was no God. It didn't matter to her.

No matter her belief system, she saw prayer as a nice way to talk to ‘someone’ before bed.

The whooshing of the helicopter was not helping the current condition of 141. They had just gotten picked up from a mission that got ambushed. They were stationed in Las Almas and were looking for an Iranian terrorist, Hassan Zyani.

Apparently, there was more than expected and somehow Soap came out with two bullet wounds and Gaz had a stab wound. Luckily the rest made it without major injuries, but were still suffering from massive headaches, blown eardrums, or smaller faults.

Besides the loud helicopter propellers, the team sat in silence. The air was filled with a huge tension of mixed emotions.

There was a lot of anger, fear, sadness, and pure madness running through the whole team's heads as they were trying to calm themselves the whole ride back. The adrenaline also was not helping with their strong emotions, so they knew to stay silent. When they finally landed, both Johnny and Gaz were taken out of the helicopter and then rolled to the medical branch of the base.

Ghost knew Johnny was going to be fine, but there was still this worry and a little bit of anger with himself. Their ‘bromance’ was definitely noticeable, especially when listening to them talk on the radio; the constant banter, telling shitty ‘war jokes’, or even better yet, the constant playful flirting.

The two loved to tease each other till brotherly fights that the rest of the team sometimes has to break up. Ghost sees the whole squad equally as brothers, but Johnny was definitely and obviously even more than a brother to him. Their type of friendship goes unmentioned, yet still known by everyone and anyone.

Ghost got called to speak with Price and have a chat with Shephard. He groaned to himself as he was already pissed with himself for the fuck ups on the mission and really did not want to hear a lecture about it.

The two men gathered around an RV while the helicopter slowed down. Price was close to the screen while Ghost was sitting in the back, resting his hands in the arms of his vest.

An older man filled the screen and was waiting for the two men. Shepherd had news, which the captain was already aware of.

“Lieutenant” Price greeted. “Ghost,” Shepherd said sharply, ignoring Price. “Whatever the hell happened in Las Almas tonight does not matter anymore and we must move on. We will be able to get you guys back out there in the next couple of weeks, don’t fuck up again.” Shepherd lectured in anger.

“Speaking of which, there is soon to be a new recruit joining you. Price was the one who is extremely adamant about an addition to the team and I ask you to go and train her for the next couple of weeks while we wait for recovery from today’s mission,” he finished.

Ghost’s balaclava covered any reaction if he had any, whether it was confusion, anger, or defeat. It was always hard to identify any emotions on Ghost’s face due to the covering.

The only way of knowing how he felt was through his eyes and voice, but even then no one was able to. The general’s harsh and dismissive attitude on today’s mission annoyed Ghost, but he understood the mistakes that were made that day.

“Copy General. When should we expect her arrival?” Ghost’s raspy voice finally joins the conversation. The elder answers sternly, “She will be here by 0530. You must give her a warm welcome and introduce her to everyone.” Ghost ‘copies’ his orders and the elder dismisses himself.

Captain Price seemed almost thrilled that Shepherd cleared the new recruit and was soon to be training. Price also had a little gut feeling that the new recruit was going to also be teaching the team some lessons.

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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jisung coworker headcanons <3

a/n: when i tell you thinking of coworker!skz fills me with joy and peace, i am not lying <3 i'm so endeared by jisung as he is a silly little guy and i hope in a different universe i am in fact his coworker :,-) pics not mine !!

content: fluff, nonidol!au | wc: 0.9k | warnings: none! | pairing: coworker!jisung x gn!reader | requests: open

you meet him because you're having a strange problem with the main program you use at work

and one of your coworkers sends you his way because "jisung can fix anything"

you were like okay don't know why you emphasized "anything" but i can't finish my project like this so i'll go see the ~mystical jisung~

your coworker was right because 1) jisung fixed your issue within 5 minutes 2) you watched him fix problems for 3 other people WHILE he was helping you

he's the office ace

which is how you get to know him because you have a week where all of your technology, equipment, etc are cursed

jisung's just like "damn if you wanted to get to know me you could've just bought me a coffee" he actually says that to you

he doesn't expect you to buy him a coffee though

when you do, he gets the widest eyes and a huge smile on his face <333 suddenly he's so shy and thanks you softly <333

after that, he says "good morning !!" every day and will say "hi :-)" whenever he passes you in the office :,-) he still feels a lil shy after you were so nice to him, but he wants to show his appreciation by being kind to you in return <3

next thing you know though, he's talking a million miles an hour every time he sees you because he wants to be official coworker besties !

y'all end up having SO much to talk about

whenever something exciting, funny, or ridiculous happens, you are the first person he tells and vice versa

he also constantly suggests to you and asks for your recommendations on movies and shows

he wants to debrief with you every time both of you have watched something and he'll do impressions to make you laugh

sometimes he gets you in trouble because of how much he talks to you during the workday

but you don't care because it's SO refreshing to get so much serotonin from one person

outside of fun chats, he's actually a really helpful coworker

not just with fixing tech/program issues, though

if you're having a hard time putting together a workflow for a project, choosing a template for a document, or simply writing an email, jisung is by your side helping you out (and encouraging you!!)

you're also the only person in the entire company he'll go to for help

he trusts you so much actually !!! because you're the one person who doesn't put him on a pedestal for his skills. you tell him all the time how he's so talented at literally everything he does, but you like him for so many other reasons that he doesn't feel uncomfortable being himself around you

which is why, if he knows you two are the only ones in a certain area of the office, he WILL break out into song off-key

you're getting a full performance every time you are in the break room together

he especially does this when you two have to stay late because "we need to stay energized, y/n!!! where's your team spirit?"

he will become an absolute mess of laughter on the floor if you do a ridiculous performance

probably has to take a break after because he laughed so hard his stomach hurts

he'll also use you as an excuse to get out of things LOL

if someone he isn't fond of wants to meet with him to finish a report or something when they could just do it online, he'll say "oh, sorry, i'm working with y/n on a big project, so my calendar is pretty stacked. i'll review it and leave comments for you though!"

he's obviously a cool and adorable guy, so people ask him to after-work hangs a LOT. he's not mad at it, but, he isn't the biggest fan of awkward small talk with some coworkers

so he'll hit them with "ah, i wish i could, but y/n and i are going to the movies tonight, so i'll have to do a raincheck!"

he runs up to your desk and panic whispers things like "if anyone asks we're going wine tasting on friday night !!!!!"

and you're like ???? wine tasting ???

one of y'all's coworkers walks by so instead of explaining, jisung loudly says, "yeah, i heard they're suuuuuuuuuper famous for their red blend too. should be fun to see how it compares to the rest of their wine repertoire!"

you're holding back laughter at his commitment to the bit

this happens so many times you stop questioning it and play along, much to jisung's delight !!

he always assures you that you don't have to actually go anywhere with him, but you often do because it's so fun to hang out together

jisung's antics also include pranking you

like say your office does a gift exchange for the holidays. jisung begs on his KNEES to get your name

when you are handed your gift, you immediately know it's from jisung

because he's giggling and making comments like oooOOoOoOOooOOoooOoohhh let's see what you got, y/n!! open your present first!!!

he's such a silly guy he can't hide his excitement :,-)

once you open it you're both laughing your asses off because he managed to get you a rubber chicken that has a customized squeak so it's actually audio of jisung imitating a rubber chicken

for as much as you're doubled over in laughter, he is in total hysterics because he loves his own joke so much <3

jisung is legitimately the best coworker buddy you could ever ask for, and he has no clue how he survived so long at work without you

if you make any joke about quitting he'll always say "yeah if you quit i'm coming with you. you're never getting rid of me >:-)"

and he really means it <3333

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So, you may have already realized, but I am hardcore biased to Hannie and I had a thought that I thought you would be GREAT at writing 😏😘

Our Quokka gets so crazy excited during their concerts. He may be an introvert, but being in front of Stays and being able to be his weird self just releases so much serotonin and adrenaline for him.

When his unit gets a breather before performing Muddy Water, he finds his girlfriend backstage and gets her help to release a little bit of his energy. 🤤

Maybe in a warmup room with a piano? Maybe in the break room in Talkers? Maybe in a room he doesn’t even know he’s allowed in, like one of the venues stores for their sports team?

Alright… I’ll escort my thirsty ass self out now.

🤪😂🤤

Jisung x Female reader

Warnings: unprotected piv sex, semi public sex, cream pie

Okay but yes cause like...

Jisung came rushing back to the green room you had been watching the performance in and locked the door behind him.

"Jag-" before the pet name could leave your lips Jisung’s were on yours. His hands groping and exploring, he squeezed your ass and you moaned into his fiery kiss.

"I have to be back on stage in ten minutes gorgeous." With that statement he pushed you up against a wall. Jisung pulled his pants and briefs down just enough to free his already rock hard cock.

"I'm so glad you wore this skirt jagi." He lifted it, gripped one of your thighs, wrapped your leg around his slim waist, then pushed your panties to the side and sank into you, both of you trying and failing to muffle your moans.

"Jagiya fuck you feel good." You let out a small whimper as Jisung started to fuck you faster and deeper.

"God yes! You feel so good inside me Ji please baby, harder." At your request Jisung fucked you harder. You had to brace yourself on his broad shoulders as he fucked you against the wall, hitting that detonate button inside you.

"Fuck Ji I'm gonna cum!" He leaned forward and whispered in your ear, as if anyone had heard you till that point.

"Cum for me beautiful, do it, and I'll fill you up so good baby." A few more hard deep thrusts and you were doing just that. Your body went ridged as you came around Jisung's cock, your back flush against the cool wall behind you.

"That's it, that's my girl, that's my good girl." The sweat beading and rolling down his neck looked delicious. You leaned forward and licked a stripe up his neck before whispering into his ear.

"Cum for me Jisung, fill me up good baby." Jisung moaned and came inside you, shuddering and gasping through his orgasm. As soon as he had his wits again he set you down on the floor and your legs were almost jelly. He helped you fix your skirt and pulled his pants back up before giving you a tender kiss as he cradled your face.

"God you're so sexy it's hard to keep my hands off you." You laughed as you started pushing him towards the door, Jisung still buckling his belt.

"Well you're gonna have to! You gotta get back on stage before they come looking for you" Jisung whined.

"Buuuuttttt....." You tsked him and pressed the front of your body against the back of his as you whispered.

"If you go like you're supposed to I'll let you do that thing to me you like later at home." Jisung’s face lit up.

"Deal!" He kissed you and dashed out the door to meet the guys and get back on stage and you just shook your head and laughed at your ridiculous boyfriend.

#cal's asks 🖤#skz317cb97 #cal 🖤#han jisung smut #jisung smut #han smut #channieandhisgoonsquad

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soleilsogolden · 2 years

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Raging "On the Moon" with Kid Cudi

In my mere 21 years of life, I have seen a fair share of live concerts, and all of which have been unique experiences. My first time attending a live concert was when I was only nine years old; My childhood best friend and I had scored tickets to see the teen heartthrobs of the time, the Jonas Brothers. In 2010, this was a big deal. This past spring, I cried tears of joy when I finally heard Kevin Parker of the music group Tame Impala perform his legendary guitar solo from his hit song “Let it Happen,” live in Brooklyn, New York. Last August, I had a father-daughter bonding moment in the crowd of a Red Hot Chili Peppers concert when they performed our shared favorite song from the band, “Snow (Hey Oh).” But, out of the 20+ live performances I’ve been privileged enough to see over the course of my life, no concert has gotten close to delivering the out-of-body experience that I felt when attending Kid Cudi’s To the Moon tour on September 12th of this year.

Kid Cudi has remained one of my favorite musicians since I was in middle school and I first watched the music video for his debut single “Day ‘N’ Nite” on YouTube. Kid Cudi was unlike any other musician that I knew of at the time. Something about his ability to convey gloominess and personal connection in his lyrics through a combination of singing and rapping was very fascinating to me and still is. There is a sense of relatability that his music provides. When I sit down, close my eyes, and truly listen to his albums beginning to end with zero distractions, I feel understood and reassured. His music is comforting and touches me in a way that no other artist has. For that reason, I knew I was in for a ride when I purchased two tickets for floor seats to his 2022 world tour.

⟟ Barclays Center, taken 9/12/22

Aside from being an obvious appreciator of good music, Kid Cudi is also a lover of colorful psychedelic visual art, and graphic design. With that, it did not come as a surprise that the concert visuals were nothing short of mesmerizing. Laser light beams shot across the entire venue in the same orange, pink, and purple color shades that are seen on his album cover art for his most recent album, Man On the Moon III. Each song performance had a corresponding light show and visual backdrop. There is so much added value to incorporating visuals in concert settings; Murat Önhon explains this phenomenon further in his article, “Live Music: Where Visuals and Sounds Meet,” in which he discusses how the visual aspect of a performance (light shows, pyrotechnic visuals, props, etc.) is essentially the creation of a world for the audience by placing the soundtrack into a setting, and I couldn't agree more. Kid Cudi’s intention with his To the Moon Tour was to do just that. He brought everyone in the audience with him to his conceptual “moon” world, which is based on a narrative that he's been pursuing since his first album release, Man on the Moon I.

Kid Cudi Concert Visuals, taken 9/12/2022

In correspondence with the added visuals, Kid Cudi’s performance was everything I could've ever asked for. I’m not sure if it was because of the closest proximity I had to the stage, or if it was a combination of feeling starstruck and the added adrenaline of being in a concert pit, but the rush of serotonin that filled my body when Cudi performed “Pursuit of Happiness” goes unmatched. I was blown away by his energetic stage presence. Cudi was jumping, dancing, and interacting with the front-row audience members throughout the entire 2-hour concert. His energetic presence was magnetic, the crowd was jumping up and down in unison with Cudi. Toes were stepped on, drinks were spilled, but no one minded. Cudi's performance of tracks like “Tequila Shots” provided a blissful, psychedelic hip-hop feel, and his more vulnerable songs like “The Void” and “love.” felt like an emotional display of affection from him to his audience.

Kid Cudi Performing "Pursuit of Happiness," taken 9/12/22

Overall, Cudi put on a truly phenomenal show, and I am so glad I was able to be a part of the crowd. There were many moments when Cudi did not hesitate to express his love for New York, even going on to perform in a New York Rangers jersey for the entirety of the night. That said, I am certain that night was not the last time I’ll get to rage with Mr. Rager himself.

#Kid Cudi #To the Moon #Man On the Moon #MOTM #MOTM3 #Live Music #Rap #Barclays Center #Pursuit of Happiness

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magnetic-rose · 3 years

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danny pudi........... my beloved.

#danny pudi #mythic quest #community #that’s it that’s the post #I will not elaborate #ok nvm I’ll elaborate a lil:#HE’S SO UNDERRATEEEEEEEED #he’s so talented and handsome he deserves so much more recognition than he gets for the roles he plays #he’s such an effortlessly good actor #he’s so charismatic and such a joy to watch on screen #😍🥰🥰#watching him perform fills me with serotonin

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 2 years

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XX ~ S.S.

A/n: I started to write this and it got long because I had a lot of fun little build up moments that kind of got away from me lol. So I decided to do a preface!

Word Count: 3000+

MASTERLIST

Being a Warbler had always been like dancing. Smooth, fun, free. Rhythm was a living thing and smiles were bright and genuine. Your heart raced as your feet found the next place you were going to move to like they were destined to be there. It was natural. Like breathing. Like floating on a lake and watching the clouds pass across a vibrant blue sky. It was home. It was sunlight and cotton candy and racing to the finish line while laughter rung out through the air.

That's how it had been for Y/n, at least.

I mean, before Sebastian showed up.

It was still a dance, but now it wasn't fun and light. You didn't giggle and grin. Things didn't feel natural. Like home. Every second of being a Warbler with Sebastian Smythe was like the dancing you did in a club or something. Hot and sexy and tempting. It wasn't the dance of freedom and glee - the kind you did in your room when no one was home and you heard a song that filled your with so much serotonin you just couldn't help yourself. It was the dance you dared to step with death when you did something incredibly stupid and it went all wrong.

Every second was full of adrenaline. Every step was one that could be your last. There was an addictive way about feeling dangerous, but it was exhausting too. Dirty, even. Like you were dancing on top of people, stomping them into the ground.

Sebastian made it fun though. Grins turned to smirks and giggles turned to raise eyebrows and eyes that bore into you and saw every inch of the things you most wanted to hide. Winks became so much more than just a shared secret between friends. It was like trying to fight a tiger, or facing down a tsunami. Y/n could always feel Sebastian's eyes on him, and it felt like he was on fire. Every song that Sebastian even looked at him once, even if it was brief, had Y/n's mind spinning. There was too much electricity. Too much power. Too much fire.

The day that Y/n realized that this wasn't something any of the others experienced was the day that Y/n lost his mind completely.

When Blaine had been in the Warblers, he and Y/n were like brothers. They bounced off of each other, growing an energy that was warm and soft and light. Y/n had been a year younger and he looked up to Blaine. Everyone had thought he was going to take Blaine's spot one day. Now...

Y/n might have been the new team captain of the Warblers, but the entire group's energy had completely changed. Sebastian had pulled out a side of Y/n not even the man himself had known was there. One that enjoyed fun and jokes a little too much, and took things without a lick of serious far too often. He was aloof and flirty. His light turned to a blaze, and everyone was basking in the glory of it.

Especially Sebastian Smythe.

"So," Blaine stretched out one day. They had never lost the habit of getting coffee together before school, even as Y/n had slowly become more and more distant.

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes and eyebrows raised. It was the only time he seemed harmless anymore these days - when he was around Blaine. "So?"

Blaine blew on his coffee for a moment as he considered his words. After a few beats he set the cup down on the table. "What's up with you and Sebastian?"

The questions had first started when Blaine had come to visit Dalton and had seen the Warblers perform 'Uptown Girl'. Y/n and Sebastian had been having a lot of fun with the song, bouncing quickly between flirting with each other and then anyone around them they could. When Blaine had brought it up the two only laughed it off, but everyone else gave him a very pointed look. It left that there was something unspoken between them. Now that it had been some time and Y/n had only been getting bolder with each new performance, Blaine wondered if it might have finally ended with something or not.

Unfortunately for Blaine, it was still very unspoken and that was obvious in the way that Y/n immediately scoffed in the most dismissive way possible, rolling his eyes as he also set his cup down after taking a sip. "What about him?" He had more and more been getting questions about Sebastian and he wasn't totally in the mood for it when it came from Blaine. If Sebastian was going to ignore it, so would he.

Blaine caught onto the mood wrapped around those words immediately and backed down. "Oh nothing. I just see that you guys perform a lot together. You're both super talented. When did that start? What's he like?" It was too innocent, too casual.

Y/n swallowed a sigh, settling on giving Blaine a slit eyed, suspicious glare. Carefully, he answered the question. "Sebastian is the type of guy to bounce around a lot. He joined u his sophomore year because his freshman year he wasted all his time doing hundreds of other things he found extremely boring. Or so he says." Y/n did sigh that time, and something about him seemed to relax. Like there was a weight easing just a little off of his shoulders. "Bas tried to take over the Warblers at first, but everyone looked to me and the position was mine. We did a battle for it and I came up on top."

That made Blaine shine with pride. "Hell yeah you did."

A small chuckle bubbled from Y/n, and for a second there was a glint of the young boy he used to be. "Yeah well from there he was too eager to soak up every moment with me he could. Any classes we had together he would find some way to sit with me. I don't mess around during class - I'm there to learn - and for some reason he was okay with that. He just wanted to sit with me." Y/n shrugged. "From there, it was warm ups turning into constant face offs, and at first it was really tense and annoying but then it kind of became fun. We've done more improv performances for the school than we have in ages, and we never lose our energy for a single one. The guys have been more into cutting loose and going all out, and they seem to be enjoying themselves. Even if it's... different," Y/n offered, seeming sheepish for a moment. "It's still a family."

To Y/n's credit, Blaine couldn't picture the Warblers in better hands. "It really seems that way. I'm glad to hear it." They exchanged a smile and then it was time to head to school and part ways. Once Y/n was in those doors, light heartedness and ease slipped from him like a wasp had been swat. He made his way through school like normal and ended up in the Warbler room like always. He was a little slow today, lost in thought over the conversation he'd had with Blaine that morning.

Was it so obvious that even Blaine could recognize something was going on? Y/n had honestly thought he had gone a little crazy, or looked into it too much. Sebastian was like that with everyone. He flirted all the time and was completely insatiable. Blaine wasn't around as often as Y/n was - he didn't know that this was just how Sebastian was, especially with anyone he saw as competition. Y/n had gotten a win over, him that was all. And for the other Warblers who were around all the time... well, that didn't matter either. They were a bunch of Gabby gossips and liked to feed into drama as much as they could. Nothing was happening. Y/n wasn't special.

Right?

He was pulled out of hi thoughts by Mr. Smythe himself. "If it isn't our favorite team captain." His arm draped around Y/n's shoulder and the boy looked up, eyebrows already curved with attitude. The reaction seemed to only fuel Sebastian.

"Getting touchy already, are we Bas?" Y/n pulled out from under his arm and the other boys sat back and watched the exchange like they always did. It was their favorite slow burn to keep an eye on. Especially since Sebastian had surprised them all with his patience and determination, even when Y/n seemed completely hopeless.

As usual, Sebastian only seemed egged on by the response. He leaned against the back of one of the chairs, eyes locked on Y/n unwaveringly, shamelessly checking him out as he moved. "Oh you know how it is. So hard to keep my hands to myself when you're around."

Y/n paused, turning to face Sebastian with narrowed eyes. "Use all that energy on a song, why don't you?"

"Sounds like a fantastic idea," Sebastian agreed immediately. Y/n knew immediately that the suggestion had been a mistake; Sebastian wore the smile he always did when he had gotten the exact thing he wanted. "I have the perfect one in mind. What do you say boys? Feeling like a little Selena Gomez on this fine evening?"

Sounds of affirmation sounded from the traitors around them, who were more than happy to see Sebastian flirt with Y/n. Y/n, in response, leaned against the far wall. He crossed his arms over his chest, nodding to Sebastian. "Go off then." He smirked just a little. "Unless you need me."

It was the only thing that could ever throw Sebastian off his game. When Y/n came back with force, crossing a line that Sebastian seemed to have drawn, he always backed down. Insinuating actual yearning or any kind of commitment always wiped the smile off of his face - there was no exception now. Sebastian stiffened, approaching Y/n slowly. "I don't need anyone." His words came smooth, and somehow still flirty. "So much more interesting when you just want someone. Wouldn't you say?" Y/n had to admit, he blushed. It was the encouragement Sebastian needed. He flicked his wrist and the boys started up the beginning to a song Y/n immediately realized.

'Hands To Myself' by Selena Gomez.

Of course they'd all known what Sebastian had meant - he had said the song name out loud.

"Can't keep my hands to myself," Sebastian started, singing beautifully as always. His eyes remained locked onto Y/n, that smirk finding its way back on his face. "No matter how hard I'm trying to. I want you all to myself - You're metaphorical gin and juice." He moved close, but Y/n didn't budge. "So come on give me a taste of what it's like to be next to you."

Y/n couldn't help himself. "Won't let one drop go to waste. You're metaphorical gin and juice." Sebastian's eyes light on fire and he moved as Y/n pushed off the wall, moving past him. He turned, walking the last few steps backward. His hand traced the back of a chair and Sebastian's fingers twitched at his sides. "Oh, cause all of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other. And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying-"

"All of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other and I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying," Sebastian picked up, moving to the other side of the room and leaning against the back of a chair as he had before. This time he leaned forward, as if it would close the wide space between them. "But I can't keep my hands to myself."

"My hands to myself," Y/n echoed as they both pushed off the chairs, moving closer to circle the table in-between them instead.

"Can't keep my hands to myself," Sebastian continued once more.

"My hands to myself." Y/n moved away from the table, walking away, and Sebastian quickly followed behind. He caught up, sliding into Y/n's path so they were chest to chest. "The doctors say you're no good," Y/n sang, teasing. His face twisted as he became highly amused.

"But people say what they want to say." Sebastian shrugged, and it was scary fitting to his character. "And you should know if I could, I'd breathe you in every single day."

Y/n's face went red. After the fittingness of the last line, the passion in Sebastian's eyes when he said that almost made Y/n believe it. He couldn't back down though and accommodated for his sudden flusteredness by sliding behind Sebastian, hand dragging across the taller boys' shoulders as he picked up, "Oh, cause all of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other. And I'm trying, I'm trying-"

"All of the downs and the uppers keep making love to each other." Sebastian spun around as he sang, catching Y/n's hand. "And I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying but I..."

"Can't keep my hands to myself," they sung together. They shared a look before donning an identical smirk. Sebastian kissed Y/n's knuckles and Y/n rose an eyebrow, shoving his hands in his pocket when Sebastian let it go. "My hands to myself. Can't keep my hands to myself. My hands to myself."

Sebastian moved again, this time taking a step backward. He did a smooth body roll, twisting his feet so that he spun around. It was actually pretty sexy. "Can't keep my hands to myself." He used the lyric as punctuation to the movement, as if you accuse Y/n of the same problem.

Y/n felt something warm rise into his insides. "I want it all - no, nothing else." Y/n planted his foot and then slid to the side, tapping his other foot first in front of him and then behind him. It was a simple move, but fluid and fun.

"Can't keep my hands to myself," Sebastian followed up. He stepped back again but this time Y/n predicted it and stepped with him. Sebastian smirked and moved with more purpose, stepping forward once and then twice - Y/n mirrored his movements perfectly.

"Give me your all and nothing else." Y/n offered his hand and Sebastian took it with only a small amount of teasing flirtiness dancing in his eyes. They began to do that four step box step you did in high school dances when you wanted to look a little better than the other awkward teenagers who had no idea what they were doing, but wanted to hide that you were no better than they were. For impromptu blocking it was a good choice. The surprise was that Y/n led, and Sebastian seemed just fine following in step. "Oh, I - I want it all."

Sebastian echoed immediately back, "I want it all."

Y/n slowed, his hands sliding from holding Sebastian's to resting against his chest. "I want it all." His eyes raked Sebastian up and down, admiring every inch he could see in a quick moment before looking back at the man himself. The man who had not missed it for a second.

"Can't keep my hands to myself," the other boys doing chorus echoed at the climax of the song.

"I mean I could but why would I want to?" Sebastian snatched the line, suddenly shoving his face very close to Y/n's. At some point they'd moved close enough for Sebastian to plant his hands on the wall behind Y/n, looking down at him before licking his lips quickly.

Perhaps Y/n should have deescalated but where was the fun in that? Instead he hooked his fingers in Sebastian's belt loops, tugging his body closer as he sang, "my hands to myself."

They were inches away and Sebastian leaned down just a little so that their breaths mixed in the air they had begun sharing. "Can't keep my hands to myself." His voice was distant and airy, eyes lust blown as his breath fanned Y/n's face.

"My hands to myself," Y/n echoed as Sebastian had earlier, his hands moving from Sebastian's belt up his body, slowly, palm flattened on his sides. Feeling him up, in a way. An action that seemed to excite Sebastian and made the other boys exchange looks. Maybe, finally, FINALLY, the back and forth would stop and they'd finally just have sex and leave the others to have their peace.

Sebastian tilted his head, his eyes narrowing a little. Not in suspicion. Not in teasing or mocking or flirting. In admiration. Almost like he was melting, a little. "Can't keep my hands to myself."'

Y/n pushed off the wall so that his head was tilted back, leaning even closer to Sebastian as their bodies pressed together. "I want it all or nothing else." Y/n's hands finally found their place gripping Sebastian's lapels, keeping him close. Sebastian didn't seem to mind.

"Can't keep my hands to myself." Sebastian's words were quick and dripping with excitement. Y/n could feel the words being sung.

"Give me your all or nothing else," Y/n sang back, watching with glee as Sebastian gasped, confirming that he could feel Y/n singing too. They really were that close. A hair's breath away from actually kissing. Y/n smirked, finishing the song before Sebastian could. "Can't keep my hands to myself." Then he suddenly let go, ducking under Sebastian's arm and escaping without giving him the kiss they'd been a fraction of a second from. Sebastian turned, his eyes only brighter and hotter, his smirk full of thrill instead of cockiness.

For once, someone had done something Sebastian had not seen coming in the slightest. Y/n had caught him off guard. No one caught Sebastian Smythe off guard anymore.

It was fantastic.

The other boys looked on in awe, barely contained laughter pushing at them as they gawked, grinning. Y/n had BALLS, and from the look on Sebastian's face, it had only made things that much worse.

Y/n turned, straightening the cuffs of his sleeves. "So now that we've warmed up. What do you think we should do for sectionals this year?"

#male reader #Sebastian smythe #glee #grant gustin x reader #sebastian smythe x male reader #Sebastian Smythe imagine #glee x reader #glee imagine #glee x male reader #Sebastian Smythe x reader #grant gustin #grant gustin imagine #grant gustin x male reader

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tsuki-sennin · 2 years

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So uh... Donbrothers is everything.

Like. goddamn. I... might have to do a liveblog/recap/what-have-you like I do for Revice! I mean, I know I could've done one for Zenkaiger, but it didn't feel right to do so so late into the series. Well, to make up for it, how about we compare their first episodes?

"don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!" That's my new Donbrothers tag. Filter that out at your discretion.

-It's definitely a lot less funny than Zenkaiger so far. That's not a bad thing at all, mind you, Toshiki Inoue's a way different writer than Junko Komura, he's more about drama than comedy. That being said, there's a lot of banger jokes filled with traditional Sentai absurdism, sooooo~!

-I love Sonoi, he's a very stylish villain, compared to Barashitara. The Barom reference makes me smile, I love seeing Toei pay homage to their classics. ...by the way, there's another villain in this series who's a Kagestar reference. By the way, GO WATCH THE KAGESTAR IT SLAPS. The fight scenes and shadow effects are so awesome, the characters are fun and loveable, the fashion is so fun, Goro Naya voices the main villain, and Bellestar's badass, especially for a toku heroine in the late 70s.

-Haruka's boyfriend being a mama's boy. Wheeze. He's a bad boyfriend though, she should dump his ass. I also like Yoppy, he's pretty effective for a first victim type character and will definitely kick off Haruka's character in a great way.

-Speaking of whom, Haruka seems to be our narrator and POV character. I love her a lot. Her backstory of her dream coming crashing down plagiarism allegations and getting turned on by everyone she cares about horrifies me personally, and I really hope Inoue doesn't bully her as much as his other protagonists. I think I might cry if he does.

-Did you know that Kohaku Shida was born on the same day as Britney Spears's performance in Munich, Bavaria in Germany? You can't do anything with that information, but hey! I also really like how she compares to Ako/Blue Swallow in Jetman. They're both ordinary gals dragged into all this nonsense, but there's a lot of fun contrast. Ako definitely felt like she was just along for the ride in the backseat (even if she was my favorite out of the Jetmen when I first watched it), but Haruka's essentially our protagonist so far. That alone is huge. I don't think she's quite as funny as Magine for our token lady, but this different angle works to make her just as relatable for me.

-God, there're Sentai face actors younger than me! I feel so ancient and I'm only 20!

-Tsuyoshi's got proper DILF energy. The way he and Haruka don't seem super into the whole super hero thing the way Tarou is is comedy gold, and I look forward to meeting his wife. ...is he our comic relief character? Like Raita/Yellow Owl in Jetman? Raita's also a Chad though, so I hope Tsuyoshi gets the same respect. I mean, he's literally a bird Ranger written by a guy whose last Sentai work had all bird Rangers. He's not as much of a DILF as Zyuran though. *Yet*.

-Tarou's funny as fuck though. I love just how extra he is, and the idea that he's using his obvious ego to uplift others into having as much fun as he is is really charming. Compared to fun and silly but capable Kaito, Tarou's just a posturing madlad and the contrast gives me serotonin. He's probably the most different from his equivalent in Jetman so far, at least personality-wise. Just from the first episode, he's a straight up good boy, but Ryu/Red Hawk was driven by vengeance and grief, and that made the love triangle between him, Kaori, and Gai so tragic and interesting. What's Tarou's deal, I wonder?

-Reiwa Era toku is like... peak aesthetic. Traditional Japanese wash paintings and cyberpunk and comic book trappings? Bitchin'! I love the DonBlaster too, it seems a lot less militaristic than the Geartlinger and more comic book-y. The vocal cameos from previous Sentai toy announcers are also very appreciated. Especially (at least as the wiki tells me) Shigeru Chiba from the Gaburivolver and Takeshi Kuroki as the Morphin Brace. The Zanglassword's also probably one of the coolest Sentai weapons I've seen so far. The LEDs and edge especially are super stylish.

-I know some folks are divided on having gears again but, I do like there's a lot of contrast between them. Like, different gears in the Sentai machine, if you will. I liked not having Zenkaiger just be Gokaiger again, but I think enough time has passed to go for the copying approach again. It can be a victory lap! ...I imagine the suit upkeep costs must be crazy though.

-This world's Kaito is mad sus, but good on Kiita Komagine for selling his (as of right now) very quiet performance. Is he God taking on Kaito's appearance to help out the Donbrothers fam (and yes, I'm serious about that question, Zenkaiger got insane later)? He's evidently learned a lot. The Zyuran he summoned seems awful quiet, so... And to avoid confusion, I'm going to call this Kaito Don Kaito.

-Compared to Zenkaiger, I also noticed that the sound design's not quite as bombastic? Like, the voices specifically. I feel like the music and the actors have been carrying the all the ham in the first episode. Like, that's not a knock against the series either, it's just kinda something I noticed? I do think I'll love the sound design more as I go on though. I know the opening fucks, that's to be expected!

Anyways yeah! Please look forward to next Monday, when we keep this festival going! We'll probably meet Professor Monke and Sonic OC soon! I already love them, sooooooo~! Don don! Don don don~! Matsuri da ze!

#avataro sentai donbrothers #tsuki talks #don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!#zenkaiger spoilers #donbrothers spoilers

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nxrthmizu · 3 years

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kAY but I was thinking, what about or needy, clingy bois (bokuto, oikawa and atsumu), finally reuniting with their singer!s/o after she spent awhile away on tour? thank u in advance, I hope you're well and having a great day! Love your writing. 💌💗

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author’s note | uwuuu this is such a cute idea anon! hope this is satisfactory :3 also I kind of strayed from the topic? lol

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↬ bokuto koutarou

most of your tours before were only a day or two long at most, because you would only be touring around Japan

it was for this reason that koutarou never realised how lonely it was when you weren’t around :(

it wasn’t too bad if he had practice, because he’d eventually get distracted by hinata and atsumu

but that one time it was really bad because 1. your tour was a week long, and 2. since msby black jackals had just finished playing some big matches, they had a few days off

he moped around for the whole day, called akaashi five(5) times, and pouted when he tried calling you and it didn’t go through

twitter blew up because he tweeted on his main that he was lonely and wanted someone to accompany him :(

hinata was spending the day with kageyama; atsumu was back at hyogo; and sakusa just ignored him so he just spent the whole day at home wallowing in loneliness (poor babie <3 )

luckily, there was practice the next day, and hinata was able to coax him out of emo mood half an hour into practice

by the time the week was over, this boy was vibrating with excitement to see you

if he had a tail, it would be wagging at two hundred crotchet beats per minute

even with your sunglasses and hat on, he was able to recognise you and I am not joking when I say this man screamed at the sight of you, ran across the airport to pick you up :)

this man is not going to let you go for the next five hours

he held your hand the whole drive back home, then insisted on getting into the shower with you, cuddled you while waiting for takeout, made you sit on his lap while the two of you ate, cuddled again while watching a movie... etc. you get the idea

the next morning when he wakes up with your in his arms he has the biggest smile on his face because he’s been waking up alone for the past week and now that you’re back he’s going to ignore his morning run in favour of staying in bed with you for ten more minutes :3

↬ oikawa tooru

he tries not to be clingy because he doesn’t want you to get tired of him but damnnn he misses you so much :(

and then he proceeds to feel bad because the only thing he can think of is that you must’ve felt this lonely too when he had to fly out of argentina to play international matches

for every night that you’re gone he has to resist the urge to call you because he knows you’re going to be tired and you need your rest but jskjksjskjs he wants to hear your voice

if you call him first he’ll try his best to not sound too excited but the truth is,,, this cute baby missed you so much

‘did you miss me?’ you meant it in a pleasing tone, but you didn’t expect your boyfriend to literally have a mental breakdown on the other side of the line

he goes to sleep with a smile on his face, because even though he can’t feel your warmth next to him, he can hear your soft breathing through his phone, and that’ll have to be enough for now

(he also promises himself that the next time he flies out of the country, he’ll make sure to call you every night)

that isn’t to say he isn’t affected, though

his teammates notice that his sets are just a slight bit off when you’re not around

that’s not to say he doesn’t set well, it just isn’t as accurate as it normally is

the day that you fly back coincidentally clashes with a match, so he makes sure to call you the night before and apologise for not being able to pick you up from the airport

he’s doing his best to concentrate on the match, but between his phases of strong focus, his brain is filled with thoughts of going home and seeing you, your hair still damp from your shower

god, he missed you so much

the game flies past quickly, a quick victory for his team- but the serotonin that the win gives him is nothing compared to the feeling in his heart when he turns and spots you, waving with a smile from the stands, dressed in his former, turquoise-and-white Seijoh jersey (that’s how he always picks you out in a crowd- because you’re always wearing glasses and a hat to avoid anyone recognising you in public)

‘look at him go.’ his teammates nudge each other at the sight of the lovesick-smile that he’s wearing

you run down to the dressing room, the security personnel recognising you easily and letting you in

he picks you up, spins you around and kisses you (just because he can and because he wants to show off his strength :))

‘god, I missed you so much,’

just imagine this man tucking his face in your neck and murmuring that softly <3 I would die for him and this is the proof

‘you’re so sweaty!’ you laugh but both of you know that you don’t really mind. it doesn’t matter because the love of your life, tooru, is right in front of you and everything else pales in comparison compared to him

tooru would pamper you so much when you get home, he would hold you in his lap and wait for you to fill him in on everything that happened

he’s touchy normally but after spending a week away from you, his touches linger for a moment longer and he’s more reluctant about letting you go if you want to get up to get something

please love him <3

↬ miya atsumu

he used to tease you so much when you complained about missing him when he had away games

but now that he was in your place? he was starting to understand where you were coming from

you had barely been gone for two days and he was missing your presence already... and he knew he couldn’t call you to hear your voice because you’d probably be getting ready for a performance or catching up on much-needed rest

he would never admit it but he turned on your laptop to listen to some of your recordings just so he could hear your voice

sprayed your perfume on the bedsheets just to make it smell it a little bit more like you

definitely watched a bunch of romance movies in hopes of feeling better but ended up feeling even more lonely instead :( poor bby

he literally screamed when he got a text from you

you know that super-high girly screech that some teenagers make? yeah he made that noise, nearly dropped his phone, then proceeded to squeal at your message

[ hey idiot, how was your day? ]

the nickname ‘idiot’ isn’t an insult anymore but instead an affectionate title, and he can basically hear your laugh and your voice next to him as he reads the words

[ hey to you too idiot, my day was ok. urs? :) ]

it doesn’t show in his texts but he has the biggest smile on his face and the only thing he can think about is you, your pretty eyes and your hair and your skin and basically just... you

when he finally hears your voice in person again, instead of out of your laptop or from one of your music videos, this man just... stops

completely freezes because he’s forgotten how beautiful you sound and look and the sight of you, pulling your mask down, standing outside the apartment door just hits him hard

‘i love you,’ he mumbled into your shoulder, pulling you into a hug

you pat him on the back a little awkwardly like... what happened in the week you were gone? who is this? that’s not your boyfriend it’s an imposter

does he wrap you in a bear hug and not let go for the next two hours? absolutely

‘tsumu... I need to use the toilet.’

‘no.’

you’re just??? wdym no??? sir I need to use the toilet

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aay’han mar’eyce (bittersweet discovery): chapter one || din djarin x reader

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Series Summary: In search of the Jedi you’ve been tasked to find, you and Din wrestle with the bittersweet discovery of your little one’s past and destined future. || Part Three of Jate’kara (Lucky Stars)

Chapter Summary: When you land on Corvus, you and Din both realize you’re more nervous about finding Ahsoka Tano than you thought.

Pairings: Din Djarin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst | Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Mentions of reader’s pregnancy

A/N: When will God stop my sinful hand? Never, and I’ll keep writing for Mr. and Mrs. Djarin as long as it gives me serotonin like this. This series is a pretty distinct tonal shift from Dralshy’a Ka’ra, which was all sunshine, but I really wanted to do another episode rewrite and I thought chapter 13 had such great potential for family bonding and hurt/comfort. I hope you like it! ♡

“Corvus. This is the place.”

Your husband’s voice broke the silence that had filled the cockpit, and you looked up to see a cloudy green planet steadily growing bigger beyond the glass. Bright glimpses of magma core peeked through the dense atmosphere. The display on the Crest’s instrument panel gave a friendly chirp and outlined the planet’s main hubs, one of which was the city of Calodan. Your stomach gave an unpleasant jolt at the name and you tried to still the slight trembling of your hands, looking for something to distract you from your impending arrival on the planet.

You held an unfinished project in your hands, a soft little baby romper made of navy blue cotton. Din had gotten you the fabric while you were staying on Naboo - though he’d gotten it for you to make something for yourself, he hadn’t minded when you told him you were going to use a little of it to make something for your babies. You’d already stitched up a handsome little shirt for your son, and now you were working on something for your new baby.

Resting your hand over your stomach, you gave a small sigh and thought over the last month. Omera had wanted you to try and steer clear of danger as much as possible, for your sake and the baby’s, but danger followed your little family with an uncanny determination. The Mandalorians you’d found on Trask had turned out to be an entirely different kind than the one you’d known, taking their helmets off as if their creed meant nothing, roping your husband into a dangerous, fruitless mission in exchange for their help. But they’d also helped save your little one, and you’d be forever indebted to them for it.

You shuddered. You couldn’t think about that day for long before you grew panicky, nervous to let your son out of your sight lest he be swallowed up like that again. You and Din had both had nightmares about it, about what could have happened to Din or your baby on that ship. You could have lost a child and been widowed in the blink of an eye had it not been for Bo-Katan and the other Mandalorians, and the thought made you sick with fear and worry even now.

Then you’d gone to Nevarro, and Din had gone off on another mission to destroy an Imperial base. You and your husband had argued about it, but he eventually brought you around - Cara and Greef were your friends, and they’d always helped you when you needed it. It was time to return the favor, even if it meant you’d be fretting in the back of a schoolroom the entire time they were gone.

Your husband’s return hadn’t been the triumphant victory you’d expected - Din had rushed in, wasting no breath on explanations, and taken you and the baby back to the ship for a hasty departure. It was just your luck that your escape from Nevarro had devolved into a dogfight with Imperial TIE-fighters, and your poor husband had endured no small amount of ranting from you when things settled back down. You were angry and worried, petrified by the thought of the experiments the Imperial warlords wanted to perform on your little one.

And now, you were approaching the planet that sheltered the Jedi you’d been tasked to find. The Jedi you were then supposed to hand your baby over to, because she was one of “his kind”. You felt a now-familiar wash of unease come over you, and worried your bottom lip to try and keep it in check.

“I’ve detected a beacon,” Din said, looking over at the display. Your baby sat up on the dash next to him, watching his movements with interest.

Din worked around him, pressing buttons and flipping switches in preparation for landing. “I’m gonna start the landing cycle,” he said. He glanced down at your son. “You better get back in your seat.”

The baby didn’t move from the dash, giving a soft coo of protest. You noticed the silver handle was back on the gear shift and smiled a little, knowing that was what held your little one’s attention enough for him to disregard his dad’s instruction.

Din took his focus from the landing cycle long enough to realize his son hadn’t done as he was told.

“Hey, what did I tell you?” he said, in a mildly scolding tone. “Back in your seat.”

Your baby’s ears drooped. Setting aside your sewing project, you rose and gathered him into your arms.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you crooned, cuddling him close. “Your daddy’s so grumpy, isn’t he?”

He gave a babble of agreement, and Din huffed a laugh.

“I’ll be more grumpy if he tumbles off the dash while we’re landing.”

“That’s not true,” you told your baby. “Daddy would hold you and kiss it better. He couldn’t be grumpy with you if he tried.” As stoic as your husband seemed on the outside, he was as gentle as could be underneath all that armor.

He flipped another switch and looked over his shoulder at you.

“You alright, cyare?” he asked gently. “You’ve been pretty quiet today.”

Usually you could be counted on to keep up a steady stream of conversation if you decided to stay with Din in the cockpit rather than roam around the ship. For this trip, though, you’d been uncharacteristically quiet. You knew Din shared your fears about finally meeting this Jedi, but you were completely tangled up in knots about it and hadn’t wanted to burden him.

You shook your head and held your baby closer. “I’m fine. Just... tired, I guess.”

You were a little run down, especially since morning sickness had started to give you some trouble, but you’d had much worse and would muscle through it. Besides, you couldn’t really afford to slow down, and both you and Din knew it.

“I would have thought you’d be relieved to have a little peace and quiet,” you teased lightly. He’d told you when you first started courting that the Crest had never heard so much talking until you came aboard.

He chuckled. “I like listening to you talk, cyare.” He eased the Crest into the atmosphere, a task that was second nature after so many years with the same ship. He glanced over at the little romper you’d laid on the dash.

“You finished it?” he asked.

You picked it up; your baby grabbed it in his clawed hand.

“Gentle,” you reminded him. “This is for ik’aad, remember?” Din had used the Mandalorian word for “baby” to tell your son your happy news, and it had stuck. Even now, your little one’s ears perked up at the nickname.

You smiled when he brushed his fingers over the fabric with a gentler touch and gave a soft coo.

“I haven’t finished it yet,” you said to Din. “I want to do some embroidery on it, if I can find the right thread - I was thinking little snowflakes along the collar.”

Your baby would be born during the winter on Sorgan, and even though you knew it was early yet, you’d taken great comfort and joy in working on this outfit.

Din held out his hand. “May I see?”

You handed it to him, and it seemed delicate and very small in his big hands. He ran a finger over the collar.

“You’ve done a beautiful job so far, cyar’ika,” he said, and you felt your cheeks pink a little at the tenderness of his compliment.

“Thank you,” you said. You put your son down in your seat and took the romper from your husband’s hand.

“Stay put, and be good for dad,” you told your little one. “I’ll be right back.”

You gathered up your sewing odds and ends and took them down to the second level of the Crest, tucking them safely away in the small chest you kept your mending in. A shirt of Din’s that had torn at the shoulder seam was half-folded at the bottom, and you took a moment to neaten it and steady yourself before you went back up to the cockpit.

Ahsoka Tano was her name. It was the only thing you knew about her, besides the fact that she was a Jedi. You didn’t know what she looked like, or who she worked for, or how she would train your little one. She might be cruel and mean-tempered, for all you knew - how could you just hand your foundling over to her?

You and Din hadn’t really talked about it. Up until now, finding a Jedi had always seemed like something that might take years to accomplish. They were apparently very few and far between, and though you now knew it had been foolish to do so, you had never really given any great consideration to actually finding one, at least not so quickly. You and Din had loved your little one and cared for him as your own, even before the Armorer declared you a clan of three and heard your vows to adopt him. To hand him over to someone you knew nothing about - someone from an enemy race to the Mandalorians, no less - was unthinkable.

But you’d also vowed something else to the armorer that day. Together, you and Din had promised to find others of your foundling’s kind and return him to them. It was not a vow you took lightly, and you knew Din would no sooner break his promise than he would give up the Way.

You straightened your shoulders and stood. No matter what happened on this planet, Din would need you. His struggle between the love he had for his foundling and the loyalty he had to the Way would not be an easy thing to overcome, and you wouldn’t leave him to face it alone.

You made your way back up to the cockpit, and you heard your little one babbling away before you came through the doors. Din was nodding and responded with interest despite the baby’s chatter not really meaning anything, and you felt your chest tighten. This was going to be harder than you thought.

Din landed the Crest in a clearing among the forest of charred, skeletal trees surrounded by a sickly fog. You wondered if the air was even breathable. A quick check to the Crest’s display showed that it was, but the greenish tinge of the smog only added to your unease as the ship settled to the ground.

“I thought Bo-Katan said this was a forest planet,” you said.

Din started the shutdown cycle. “She did. Something must have happened to destroy the forests, and I’m guessing it wasn’t an accident. It probably has something to do with that city we passed over.”

You looked up at his helm as he stood. “The city we’re headed to?”

“Right again,” he said wryly. He looked over your shoulder to the dead trees outside. “Do you want to stay here while I go check out the city?”

As if on cue, a low groaning sound came from outside - only a very big creature could have made such a noise, and it didn’t sound like anything you’d like to meet on your own.

You crossed your arms over your chest and pressed closer to him. “No, I want to go with you.” You didn’t want to be on this planet anyway, and being separated from Din would only make it worse.

He ran a hand over your back to soothe you. “Okay,” he agreed. “Are you ready to leave?”

You nodded, but you didn’t pull away from him yet. His chestplate felt cool against your skin, and you allowed yourself a moment of comfort in his arms.

He cradled your face in his hands and leaned his helmet against your head.

“It’s gonna be alright, cyar’ika,” he said gently. “We’ll just take it one step at a time, ok? We might not even find her here.”

You pulled back then, just enough to look up at his visor. You didn’t need to see his face to read the tension and unease he held in his whole body; he was just as hesitant to go looking for Ahsoka Tano as you were.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “One step at a time,” you agreed.

He nodded and relaxed a little. He gave you a final gentle tap of his helm against your head, a reassuring, comforting kiss, then beckoned to your little one.

“Come on, ad’ika,” he said, taking him from the seat. “Let’s go see what we can find.”

You followed Din to the second level, and he set your baby down after he’d come down the ladder to let him stretch his little legs. Your little one toddled after Din as the ramp lowered and revealed the bleak landscape you’d seen through the glass. The dead forest stretched in every direction, broken only by the great hulking shapes of slow-moving creatures in the distance.

Seeing his father had stopped at the foot of the ramp, your baby stopped too - top heavy and struggling to balance on the ramp, he sat midway down the slope with a little coo. You noticed he had the handle to the gear shift in his hand and was contentedly watching the way it shone in the weak sunlight.

“Did daddy give you that?” you asked, hunkering down next to him. He held it up to you and gave a soft babble.

Din turned. “Did I give him what?” He saw the ball in your baby’s hand and closed the distance between you in a few steps.

“What did I say about that?” Din scolded, extending his hand. The baby whined but reluctantly handed over his prize.

“This needs to stay in the ship,” Din chided. He tucked the ball into a pocket on his belt and straightened, looking out over the terrain again. You gave your son a consoling kiss on his soft ear; he chirped happily at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Not much to see out here,” Din said. He looked back at the two of you. “I’ve never had dealings with the Jedi before.”

Neither of you had, and his guess was as good as yours as to whether Jedi usually made their homes on planets as seemingly inhospitable as this. You knew nothing of their customs, their way of life - perhaps they didn’t even train ones as little as your baby, or were still hostile to Mandalorians. The only way to know would be to find the one you were looking for.

Din leaned down to scoop your baby up, cradling him in the crook of his arm, and offered his hand to you to help you stand. He gave your hand a quick squeeze before letting go.

“Let’s head into town,” he said. “See if we can pick up a lead.”

You stayed by his side as he walked to the edge of the clearing, and the Crest whirred as it drew the ramp back up and settled in to wait. You’d landed far enough away from the city to leave your ship better guarded against thieves, but it wouldn’t be a long walk to reach the city.

The forest closed in the further you went from your ship - even though they were rotted, the trees were numerous and large. They loomed in the fog, invisible until you were right on top of them, and it set your teeth on edge. When he was carrying the baby, Din preferred to have his other hand free to grab his blaster if the need should arise; to oblige him but still attempt to soothe your jangled nerves, you held a handful of his cloak and kept close to him that way.

All three of your kept quiet as you walked. You were in no mood for cheery conversation, and Din was well accustomed to silence on a bounty hunt. Even though Ahsoka Tano wasn’t a bounty, you knew your husband would employ those same skills to find her in the city; Din was an excellent hunter, and would most likely find her quickly. You didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.

Just before you reached the city, Din stopped and asked you to take the baby.

“Keep him close, cyare,” he said as your little one snuggled against your chest. “I don’t want either of you wandering.”

He knew he didn’t have to remind you, but you also knew it helped soothe his nerves. You put your hand on his arm, hoping to reassure him.

“We’ll stay close,” you told him. Though you were occasionally tempted to break his “stay by my side” rule on more colorful, inviting planets - you’d gotten a thorough reaming out from your husband one time after you’d wandered off and gotten lost in a bazaar on a Mid-Rim planet and made him sick with worry - you wanted to stick close on this planet.

“Should we do the nursemaid, this time?” you asked. A Mandalorian accompanied by a young woman and a baby would always call attention, and you often playacted to keep your identity as his wife a secret. You and your little one made him vulnerable, and were therefore a higher prize to be won or better bargaining chip to own.

Din’s posture stiffened.

“No,” he said firmly. “If anyone asks, we’ll tell them the truth. You’re my wife, and anyone who wants to get at you or our baby will have to go through me first.”

You felt a strange mix of apprehension and pride, hesitance and desire. His protective nature had always been something you loved about him, but he wasn’t usually this keyed up before a hunt. You reminded yourself this wasn’t a regular hunt you were on; neither of you had any idea what you’d find in the city, and you knew he’d been feeling the same nervousness you had as you came closer to finding what you sought.

“Okay,” you agreed. “We’ll tell them the truth.”

He seemed to relax a little - he must have known you’d picked up on his tone, and was thankful you’d taken it in stride. He brushed his hand over the baby’s head, then touched his fingers to your cheek.

“Thank you,” he said. “I love you.”

You took a steadying breath and held your baby closer. “I love you too.”

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Moonrise Kingdom

A pair of young lovers flee their New England town, which causes the whole town to panic as they search to find them.

If at any time I need a good serotonin boost, I almost always put on a Wes Anderson flick. With the beautiful symmetry, lovely music, and fascinating dialogue, his films always put me in a good mood. Moonrise Kingdom is no different, it's witty, smart, and a film with a feel-good vibe that just puts a smile on my face. Like any Anderson film, it has his signature directing and writing style, which you can't help but be fascinated with. The story is incredibly simple, yet effective. Overall, this film is just classic Wes Anderson.

With any Wes Anderson film, you are in a treat for some very different acting that just warms your heart. Jared Gilman and Kara Hayward both make fantastic acting debuts in this film. Their acting and chemistry work perfectly under Andersons' direction. The regulars who appear in an Anderson film are Bill Muray, Edward Norton, and Frances McDormand all give great performances. One performance that really surprised me was from Bruce Willis. Never in a million years would I imagine him in a Wes Anderson movie and he works marvelously in this film. This role is such a type cast break for him and I really wished he did more roles like this one.

Like any Wes Anderson film, he puts an insane amount of effort into the visuals. The cinematography is gorgeous, the colors and the symmetry just pop in this film. The production and costume design is outstanding. The musical score is beautiful and upbeat where I find myself bobbing my head to the beat. With all that stated I do have one complaint. When the two young lovers are starting to get intimate it is really awkward to watch given that both the actors are minors in this film. That scene just put a little bit of a nasty taste into my mouth.

Overall, Moonrise Kingdom is another classic Wes Anderson film. It will make you smile, laugh, and fill your brain with enough serotonin that will keep you high for weeks on end.

I am giving Moonrise Kingdom, a B+.

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Fluff alphabets | Hinata Shouyou

Others: Kageyama, Oikawa, Tsukishima

Category: fluff

Affection: How affectionate is he? How does he show affection?

Hinata constantly wants to be holding you in any way available to him. He shows his love for you through countless kisses, hugs, texts, phone calls—just about anything.

He’s not afraid to proclaim his affection for you on live TV or in interviews but that subsequently means a lot of articles are written about you. Every single one of them is about how much of a doting and loving boyfriend is.

Baby: Does he want to start a family?

Yes.

Children between you and him? Of course he wants them! He’ll wish for them to be carbon copies of you because you’re the best person he knows and by his logic, that means his children will also be the best!

Thanks to his experience with Natsu, he’s skilled in taking care of babies and showers them in endless love. Would spend all of his spare time with you and the kids and every other parent will be envious of you.

Cuddles: Does he like cuddling? How often does he like hugging?

Hinata leaps at any chance to be around you.

He’ll use the most trivial excuse or reason to hug you: you look down, I’m hungry, your hair was flying around and you looked pretty, I wanted to check if your shampoo changed and whatnot.

You pointed out that since you’re going out with him, he doesn’t really need an excuse you cuddle with you. That made a lightbulb spark and now he just attacks you with surprise hugs whenever he wants.

Date: What is a typical date?

Exploring hidden corners of the city. This boy cannot sit still and requires physical activities or he’s going to go insane with the amount of energy that stockpiles.

He would scour them online or get some recommendations from friends when visiting their cities, or even his fans in the form of comments. It would mainly be cafés/restaurants or trinket shops so he can buy you loads of presents.

Experience: How much has he dated before? How does that reflect in this one?

He was an adult when he met you and he went out once or twice before, but it didn’t go for very long. This relationship with you is the longest yet!

He learnt bits and pieces from his previous relationships like how to treat your significant other and what not to do when dating, but it’s mostly useless since he’s somehow very intuitive in this area.

Fight: Do you fight often with him? How does it usually end?

Fights are incredibly rare, nearly none each year. The fact that you’re both so understanding and kind plays a factor.

He also hates fighting with you because he believes every moment with the person he loves needs to be happy, even though that’s unrealistic.

He’s incredibly stubborn and will argue with you if he thinks he’s right. The fight can drag out for days but you eventually reconcile through talking and spend the rest of the day cuddling.

Gentle: How does he treat you?

Hinata isn’t gentle, despite popular beliefs. He’s driven by his emotions way too much and won’t realise when he’s putting physical pressure on you. Of course, he’ll back off once you say it.

Once he realises you’ve been saying that a lot, he’ll try to restrain himself but it doesn’t work. The second he sees you it’s just “!!!! [Name]!!!” and all control is chucked out the window.

Hand: Does he like holding your hand? How often?

When walking down the street or relaxing in the house, his hand is always glued onto yours. He uses it to tug and maneuver you around crowds and streets to arrive at your destination quickly.

Sometimes he draws little characters or writes with his thumb on your hand and asks what he wrote. It’s always things like simplified versions of your favourite anime characters or “I love you”

Impression: What was your first impression of him?

“Who is this absolute sunshine and how can I love him?”

Hinata tried to help you find your way after you were lost but he’s directionally challenged as well so… In conclusion, you spent around an hour walking aimlessly around the town. In that time, you somehow fell for him and asked for his phone number first.

Even though it was obvious that he was as lost as you, he did his best to calm you down and led the way with unearned confidence which stole your heart.

Jealousy: Does he get jealous easily? What sets him off?

This boy cannot feel jealousy. At least in the romance area.

His heart is too wide and pure for any ugly emotions to rear their head in. If someone is constantly around you he’ll think “[Name] is so popular! I’m so happy everyone knows how cool they are!” and that’s it.

He’ll get kind of pouty if you say Kageyama is cool in front of him though. Hinata knows Kags is incomparable in volleyball skills so it’ll set his competitive fire even stronger.

Kiss: Is he good at kissing? When does he kiss you?

He likes innocent pecks all over your face whenever the mood strikes him. He doesn’t kiss deeper than that voluntarily. Sure, he’ll do it once you say it but not by himself.

He presses longer ones to your lips when he’s absolutely elated and cannot express his emotions in any other way.

Love: Who said “I love you” first? And when does he say it?

Hinata said it first with such ease and energy. Like it was something obvious and common.

It was as he was leaving for his morning jog and you called after him to take a jacket. He kissed you on your forehead and yelled “I love you!” as he was slipping out of the door. It left you dumbstruck and frozen from your spot until you melted with a blush.

It was, of course, returned when he came back with tons of kisses and hugs.

Memory: What’s his favourite memory with you?

The moment he saw you after winning his first match with you watching from the crowd. His head snapped to you as soon as the last point for the match was won and you had the most dazzling smile on.

It just filled him with such joy and happiness to see that you took the time out of your busy schedule to watch him. His heart basically just exploded when you hugged him afterwards and gushed about how amazing he was flying around.

You came to plenty of his matches after that, but nothing ever beat that rush of exhilaration he felt from the first time.

Nickname: Does he give you a nickname? Do you have one for him?

You have plenty for him: sunshine, love, tangerine, cutie, Shou, my light and more cheesy ones in private. He once asked you why you don’t call him those ones in public in front of all his friends and teammates while listing them off which basically killed you.

Once he realised that it was slightly embarrassing, he exclaimed that he loves hearing the nicknames in your voice and you should never be embarrassed. But he still understands if you don’t want to call him that.

His nicknames include shortening your name or adding “-chan” to the end of it.

Open: How open is he about his feelings?

So open. Hinata will shout how much he loves you from rooftops and mountain peaks if he feels like it. He never lets you doubt his love for you and constantly reassures you

The first time he mentioned you by “I’ll be back in time for dinner, [Name]-chan!” before running to the changing room made everyone double-take. After that, even when he received a scolding, he always says “I was able to perform better because [Name]-chan was cheering for me!” or something like that

PDA: Is he fine with PDA? How far can he go?

King of PDA right here, does not give a damn where you are. If you’re next to him and he wants to hug or kiss you? Then you’re going to receive them affections, there is no escape.

A private room of a restaurant, in the middle of a busy shopping centre, in a couple’s seat in the cinemas, nothing matters to him other than you.

Quirk: Habits or something he does which is unexpected?

Likes hiking in the afternoon. He started it first because the rough terrain would be a good workout for his leg muscles and help him in volleyball, but eventually does it whenever he’s feeling restless or bored. He’s super thankful that Japan is like, 70% mountains and tries to visit a new one every week.

Begs you to tag along because the scenery is wonderful and he wants to share it with you. Hinata wasn’t lying when he said the sunset was beautiful, the view is stunning.

Sometimes brings a picnic basket whenever you’re feeling a little down and feeds you a mountain worth of food while watching the sky change into red and orange.

Relax: What activities do you do with him to relax?

Playing video games together, often competing against each other.

Hinata received a variety of popular video games from Kenma a while back and is determined to clear all of them. He spends hours and hours of free time with you, glued on the sofa with you on his lap. It doesn’t really last though, since you wiggle and squirm so much during Mario Kart.

It usually starts in the afternoon until dinner, just hours and light competitiveness and fun. The loser usually has to clean up after the meal is finished.

Support: How supportive is he of your dreams? What do you do for him?

He’s like a serotonin boost that even being around him makes you feel more energised and motivated. Whenever you feel wiped out or exhausted, he’s right there to say positive things and encourage you to finish the assignment which is causing a massive migraine.

When you’re done, he’ll have some chocolate and warm tea to help you relax.

You pack him cute lunch boxes if you have time in the morning and put sticky notes of loving messages in it. His teammates get jealous when they see him giggling and texting you a response.

But the best way to support him is to attend his matches and cheer for him.

Talk: What does he like talking about?

He loves talking to you about the experiences he had overseas. How different and free Brazil is, how lively and funny everyone is. Or the new players he met and trained with when he has practice matches against them.

He loves it when you talk about your childhood and all the things you went through before meeting him. There’s always something new to find out about you and he won’t stop until he knows every single detail about your life.

Umbrella: What’s his favourite weather/season?

Hinata’s favourite weather reflects his personality: a warm summer’s day. Not one of those unbearably hot and humid ones but one where the cool wind blows and the sun is pleasantly warm on your skin.

He uses these days to go on a walk around the neighbourhood with you, mostly ending with a stroll around the park. Of course, he slathers on sunscreen on the both of you because safety first and he really needs to get rid of the remaining suncream from Brazil.

Vaunt: Does he like showing you off?

Hell yes, this boy flaunts you to everyone who’s willing to listen. Why wouldn’t he? You’re literally the best person he knows!

Not obnoxiously like “[Name]-chan is better than anyone else!” but more of a fanboy style. For instance: “I went to one of their presentations secretly and they were so eloquent and perfect, I can’t believe they’re dating me” like he isn’t one of the most sought after athletes in the entire country.

It’s to the point where his fans can recite facts about you and it leaves you confused.

“Shouyou, why does the public know all these things about me?” “Ummm…”

World: Where does he take you for vacation?

Definitely Brazil, specifically the same city he spent two years in. When he arrives, he’ll try to introduce you to all of his friends and acquaintances with the biggest smile.

He acts as a tour guide and shows you all the hidden favourite spots he found in his time there. Also teaches you some Portuguese and learns Spanish with you.

Of course, playing beach volleyball takes up a large amount of time over there. You joined in a couple of times even though your skills were considerably lacking than the other side.

It was mainly just for fun and experience (and ogling at Hinata ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

X-ray: What happens when you’re injured or sick?

This is painful—because of his memory of The Fever, he always tries to keep his body in tip-top shape. So your concerns of him overworking himself or falling ill get reduced to a minimum.

If you’re the one that’s sick, then he’s by your bed 24/7, ready to do anything you want or need. He calls up Iwaizumi and his teammates for advice and writes everything down, following it to a T.

Yearn: How much does he miss/pine for you when apart?

So damn much. This boy misses you the moment he steps into the plane and texts you until the flight attendant tells him to put the device away. It’s mostly heart emojis and selfies so he can look at them while flying.

It becomes a ritual that no matter what, no matter the difference in time, you have to call each other at least 3 times a day. It doesn’t have to be meal times but it has to be at least 3 times.

If not, he’ll be sad for the rest of the day and sulk the entire time he’s off the court. Eventually, his teammates all call you to please help this moody wing spiker.

ZZZ: Does he have sleeping habits?

Fidgets and moves around a lot in his sleep. Always wakes up in a different position and he’s so confused and disorientated.

This kind of makes it hard for you since you sleep together so the solution was: buy a king-sized bed. It was like a whole new experience.

It works well until he once pushed you off. Your yelp woke him up and he apologised so much and nearly cried even though you were laughing and said it was okay.

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I want a dog. I have wanted a dog for years since my childhood dog passed away. So I was wondering... what if Arthur surprised me with a puppy one day?? How do you think he’d react to having a loving little critter around all the time?? To learn how to care for it and train it (by me probably lmao)? How would he feel when it shows him all the love and affection he deserves???🥺🥺🥺

Geeeeeeeeeeeen ~ 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺😊😊😊😊 I love you I love you I love you and this is such a sweet thing to get to write for you omggggg ~ I hope that you enjoy this, darling!!!!!💗💗💗💗

I CAN’T DECIDE WHICH GIF IS CUUUUUUUTERRR OMGGGG BABIESSSS 😭🥺 I wanna smother both in kisses asdfghjkl; THE STRUGGLE IS REAL skskksksks 💕💕💕💕💕💕

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Normally were you not concerned when Arthur was gone all day. He had a job, after all, and you knew that Hoyt was less than accommodating when it came to Arthur’s oddly timed gigs. You were sure that it was no mistake that Arthur worked later and longer hours than his co-workers, though of course was he paid the same rate as they were. It was more work for less money. The more you thought about Arthur’s job and the way that he was treated, the angrier you became; he was good at his job, you had seen him professionally perform as Carnival multiple times, and sometimes you even got to see him practice his act in front of you, with the soft orange glow of the street lights illuminating the rapidly darkening sky. The horizon was poisoned with grey high rise buildings, neglected apartment complexes and other ugly buildings, but Carnival, as he danced in front of the still open window, made it look ethereal.

Stardust was in his very veins, you were sure, as was music in his soul and love in his heart, and Arthur was one of the most beautiful creatures you had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He was more than his life, he deserved so much more, but though he struggled so deeply that not even Arthur was fully aware of the full extent of the damage inflicted upon him, most especially by the person who was supposed to love him the most out of anyone in the world, it was never in vain. How could it be, when he had you, his Gen, his one and only person who understood him and so did he consider himself to have the world.

You considered yourself to have everything you had ever needed or wanted in Arthur, too, and as your thoughts turned to him, as often did they, you became aware of the fact that he was late.

Arthur was never late.

Always would he find a way to let you know that he was going to be home at a different time, whether he begged Hoyt to let him phone you from Hoyt’s office or whether he used his last $0.28 to phone you from the pay phone near the subway, Arthur always communicated clearly with you as best as he could. Though you did your best to not overthink, you couldn’t help it. Gotham was a dangerous city, it preyed on those who had not yet mastered the art of apathy, of living one’s own life passively. Dead were the souls of the citizens of Gotham, their bodies zombified under the mental strain of an increased living cost, though the hourly wage remained the same, of rising debt, and even of the city itself; a cruel, relentless mistress who took more than what she was given and gave nothing back. To live in Gotham was to die decades before your time in a spiritual sense, even if your body lived to an average age.

You hated it when Arthur was late home. It always filled you with fear and anxiety, and just at the point when you were debating whether you should phone Hoyt at his office, there was that beautiful sound of a slightly bent key being jiggled as it was inserted into a rusting, ancient lock. You could hear Arthur softly giggling to himself under his breath and it made you smile from where you were stood in the kitchen making dinner for the both of you; so thin were the walls of the apartment complex.

“No, no - shush, you silly thing. Are you sure you’re not a worm? So wriggly,” You could hear Arthur still trying to vain to stifle his giggles and you wondered who he was talking to you. Not you, surely? You were always greeted in a similar fashion to the way the gentlemen in those old home films which Arthur so loved to watch greeted their wives. It was just something that Arthur loved to do, admire did he all those gentleman in the films. “Gen’s gonna love you, I - no, shush...”

Curiosity may have killed the cat but satisfaction had brought it back and as you rounded the corner, you saw Arthur stood by the door, struggling to carry his usual brown paper pharmacy bag in one hand, the handle dangled between two fingers. He struggled to carry the bag because both arms were focused on the small wriggling lump under his well loved and much worn mustard yellow hoodie. Arthur heard your footsteps and looked up expectantly. When he saw you, he beamed. Momentarily were you stunned but his voice quickly brought you back down to earth, so grounding was your love. “Gen!” You smiled, of course you did, like there was a red string of fate tied between your mouth and Arthur’s did his smile always cause the same gesture on your own face, and the same was equally true in the reverse. “Come here, angel, I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise? For me? Artie, I - “

Arthur’s eyes sharpened as he quickly grabbed whatever was wriggling underneath his hoodie and you realised that you needed to be quick - Arthur’s surprise wouldn’t remain hidden for too long. You stepped forward and Arthur smiled in silent approval; so intuitive were you. It was one of the things he so loved about you, your beautiful mind and all the ways in which it worked. He had known that you would understand him, even now when you had no idea what was happening, though your mind was beginning to assemble puzzle pieces which you hardly dared to believe.

“Hold your arms out and close your eyes, darling.”

You did what Arthur had uncharacteristically but confidently asked of you without thought, without hesitation and without question, so deeply and so completely did you trust him, and there was some shuffling, some more gentle murmuring, and then a weight was placed in your arms. There was a small yip, a hot tongue and you felt... fur?! Instantly did thoughts of your childhood dog fill your mind and you bit down hard on your bottom lip as those puzzle pieces slammed into you like a brick. No. No way were you living this moment. You had wanted a dog for so long and you knew not how Arthur had acquired you one, but it only made you love him more.

“You can - you can look.” Arthur sounded nervous, but you both knew that he had no reason to be.

Your eyes shot open and your knees almost gave out. Had it not been for the way Arthur quickly wound an arm around your waist, perhaps sensing that you needed some extra support right now, you were sure that they would have. There was a puppy in your arms. Their fur was a bit messy, presumably from being stashed under Arthur’s cosy hoodie for who knows how long, and they were cold from the wind outside (now you understood why Arthur had stashed the dog in his hoodie), but the puppy was perfect.

You somehow managed to both coo at the puppy and speak Arthur’s name at the same time, and you ducked your head so that you could nuzzle your face into the puppy’s midsection, taking a few seconds to discreetly wipe your eyes and to just breathe in the scent of the fur and of the moment. The arm around your waist tightened and you were pulled forward into Arthur’s chest. It was a loose hug, though it was also warm and loving as kisses were rained down upon the crown of your head, a Queen were you. Aware was Arthur of the puppy, which accounted for the loose hold he had on you, and you knew in that moment that it wasn’t just this puppy who had found a forever home...

So had you.

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In the hours and days which followed, your serotonin remained at an all time high. Every time you thought that you would turn around to find that the puppy you could hear even across the worn and threadbare carpet was just an intense daydream, you would be teary all over again upon discovering once more that it was real, so in love were you with the small creature. It turned out that Arthur had been taking on extra shifts and longer hours, rationing his daily cigarette intake and skipping meals for months, all to save up to buy you a puppy from Gotham’s only rescue shelter. You were rightly angry when you found out that he had been denying himself his only real vice and his basic physical needs for you, but that anger had come from a place of deep love and you had made sure to cook dinner for the both of you with extra butter for Arthur, just to help him along the way in regaining any weight that he had lost. So malnourished already was he and concerned were you for his physical health, though of course did you attend as best as you could to his mental health, too.

You had to teach Arthur how to take care of the puppy but together did the two of you come to learn that the puppy was extremely affectionate. Rather than preferring one of you over the other, the sweet puppy preferred you both equally and it loved nothing more than to curl up on your lap or on Arthur’s but to stretch out so that their head rested on the other’s lap. It prompted the two of you to cuddle even closer together, and sometimes your legs were thrown over Arthur’s lap, and the puppy laid on the top of your legs. As yet, the puppy hadn’t laid directly on Arthur, it had only reached out for him or been stroked by him, but you knew that it was only a matter of time. The love which radiated off of Arthur was impossible to resist once one stopped to listen to it, to feel what he so willfully gave out to the world, though none of it had he received back in kind before he had met you.

On one such night as this, a week after Arthur had come home, a thought occurred to you and the words were half out of your mouth even before you had fully decided to speak it. “Artie, did I ever thank you for surprising me?”

Arthur paused, his pursed lips frozen around his cigarette. As he inhaled deeply, his hand moving to brush away the falling ash which dusted his lap, he shook his head and guilt overcame you, but as he exhaled, tilting his head upwards to avoid getting smoke anywhere near you or the puppy, he said, “You didn’t need to. You say thank you every time you look at our dog. Your tears, your smile... you always thank me, Gen.”

Ohhh, help you, there it was. Every time you thought that you couldn’t love Arthur any more than you already did, he said or did something which made you fall down the rabbit hole all over again. Just at that point, as your eyes met Arthur’s, the puppy jumped up from your lap and stretched languidly, one of its paws coming to rest on Arthur’s arm. Arthur’s green eyes fell upon the puppy and he leaned forward to stub out his half consumed cigarette in the pink ashtray which was on the coffee table. As he leaned back, the puppy wriggled into his lap and Arthur gasped sharply, sitting still. “Gen, what - “

Arthur sounded truly shocked and it broke your heart to know that he believed himself to be unworthy even of a dog’s love. You smiled sadly as you reached forward to scritch the puppy behind the ears and you leaned further forward to press a tender, lingering kiss to Arthur’s weathered cheek. His skin sunk under the touch of your lips and you kissed him again and again and again in that same spot, until he was giggling underneath your reverent touch. “Our dog loves you, Artie... and so do I.”

It was your simplest, deepest truth and you knew that you would be speaking it for the rest of your life, as would Arthur. The love which existed between the two of you would withstand the test of time, written were you into the very fabric of the universe.

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