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A/N: there's the Wonnie part I mentioned in my form! ˙ᵕ˙ thank you for all the cute suggestions and ideas you guys have been sending me!! <3

turning every carat into a wonnie stan in 2023

[in brackets] – text in the video

italics – conversations that weren’t caught on camera, but are just for you (the readers ˙ᵕ˙)

[now]

[you know me]

[if there's one wonnie stan on this earth left, it's me]

[therefore, I have a mission. a mission i made myself]

[and that is to turn every (especially new) carat into a wonnie stand because these two have my heart and will forever have it]

[forever and ever🫣]

[so, pls enjoy this☺️]

[Going Seventeen] EP.89 Guess Who Left Secretly #1

Minnie was walking around in her small cubicle before sitting down on the white chair, crossing her legs to find a comfortable position. All of a sudden a piece of paper flew in from the top of the wall, making her eyes go wide.

"Oh?" She wondered, putting her feet down to reach down to the floor, snatching it up with her hands. Leaning her elbows on the edge of the table, she opened the message sent to her, reading over it before chuckling, and turning it around to show it to the camera.

'You're a dummy'

[love that that's the first thing that came to his mind to write down]

"Ya!" She shouted with a giggle. "Wonwoo! I'm next to you!"

[the way she recognized his handwriting so quickly?! goals]

The sound of his laughter could be heard, followed by a, "Oh, sorry, my bad."

The girl put the piece of paper down on the table, took the pen provided for her, and decided to write a reply back, showing it to the camera before she folded it again and walked over to the wall.

['dummies are only friends with dummies, so that makes you one too, idiot' i can't with her😭😂]

[i love this childish side of them together]

Realising that it was too high for her to just throw it over, she chuckled to herself, shaking her head and crouching down on the floor to try and create a paper aeroplane, hoping it would help.

[I JUST KNOW IF MINGYU OR SCOUPS SAW THAT, THEY WOULD BULLY THE HECK OUT OF HER😭😭😭😭]

She managed to get it over, sitting back down in her seat to wait for a reaction, which followed shortly. The chuckle of her boyfriend made her grin proudly.

[i love them]

"Minnie-ah!" Wonwoo's voice called out to the girl who was sitting calmly on the floor, her back against one of the walls. "Minnie-ah! Open my door, please."

"Huh?" With a grin, she pushed herself up. "Can't you open your own door?"

"It's locked. Did you lock it?" He continued to tease her.

"What? Noo, how could you think of me like that," she answered before sending a guilty facial expression to the camera with her lips pressed tightly together.

[it's such a short but cute interaction]

GAM3BO1 #9

[NOW THIS]

[y'all better hold onto your horses bc when i opened the live and saw minnie sitting next to him, i literally almost screamed🫣🫢]

[so much happened and i highly suggest watching the entire live bc they were abolutely just too cute]

[but i gathered some of my favourite moments, so have fun]

Minnie was straightening down her hair when the live started while Wonwoo was unpacking the the chopsticks, placing one pair in front of the girl while keeping the other pair to himself. She quietly thanked him while her hands were still busy fixing her hair from the ponytail she had worn before,

"Good morning, Carats!" She greeted them, "Good day or good evening," and grinned into the camera when a piece of Kimbap got closer to her lips, making her lean forward and open her mouth to let herself get fed by the older member next to her.

[him giving her the first piece of food?! MARRIAGE IN HAND RN💍]

[i know, i know... the bar is in hell😒]

[bla bla bla, bla bla, bla bla]

[but this was cute alright?!]

Wonwoo did his greeting too, before eating another piece himself.

"Today," he started after swallowing, "I have the next guest on Gameboy," and motioned with his hand towards Minnie, who waved into the camera.

"Hey, everyone," she smiled.

"The reason for doing this live early is that we have to go to practice after this, so we have a time limit today," the '96 Liner explained while the female member nodded along, putting another piece of Kimbap into her mouth, happily moving around in her seat.

[HER LITTLE HAPPY DANCE]

The rapper looked to his left, eyeing the girl with amusement, waiting for her to see his reaction.

[oh you're even more of a fan of hers than i am, Jesus Christ😶]

[alright mr jeon simp wonwoo]

Once their eyes met, Minnie immediately stopped in her tracks, covering her mouth as she chuckled.

[stop being so adorable together]

"The Kimbap is really good."

"Mm," Wonwoo nodded with a smile. "Yeah, the food they give me here is always good."

"Well," the girl shrugged with a sigh, looking down at the floor, "I wasn't invited before, so I didn't know."

[OH, now she's throwing the shade, damn]

"Heyyy," the older member teased her as he reached for the food with his chopsticks, "Don't be sulky now."

[hell yeah she should be sulky about that]

"I'm not," she shook her head and crossed her arms, closing her eyes as she turned her head away from Wonwoo, making him chuckle.

"Mh, sure," he hummed.

[MH SURE]

[bro istg i felt my laptop vibrate bc of how deep that MH SURE was😫😫]

The two decided to read out some comments and eat first before jumping into the game.

"Did you perm your hair?" Wonwoo read out a question by a fan. Minnie's eyes went to fix themselves on his head, her fingers reaching out to touch a strand.

[and she just gets to do that on a regularly? how is that fair?]

[why do i not have a wonwoo who's hair i can just randomly touch whenever?]

"I did perm my hair, but it's not noticeable since it's still short. And the perm... It's not something that is very noticeable."

"But you did have really permed hair a few years ago," Minnie mentioned, getting a hold of the drink in a cup provided for her. "Carats really liked that."

[YES, YES WE DID]

[🤝🏼THANK YOU MINNIE FOR REMINDING HIM BC WE NEED THAT WONWOO BACK🤝🏼]

[THE CURLY BLACK HAIR WONWOO?! SIGN ME UP]

[i love minnie for being such a spokesperson for carats]

[i'm betting my ass she saw all the thirst tweets after he had just permed his hair]

"Oh yeah, that's true." Wonwoo agreed.

The girl chuckled, setting the cup down again. "When your hair's wet, it's really curly for some reason."

[oh right, yeah, thanks for reminding me that you get to see him with wet hair ON A REGULAR FUCKING BASIS]

[love getting reminded how lonely i am🥲]

"Mm," he hummed, chewing on his food. "But I don't know why it doesn't dry as curly."

[in the name of all carats: minnie, we would pls need a picture of wet curly hair wonwoo]

[for very important scientific reasons😬 thank you]

For a few seconds, they continued to look at the screen in front of them when another interesting question popped up.

"Is Minnie a fan of the Gameboy lives?" Wonwoo read out loud, leaning back to watch her as she answered with an excited nod, getting a grin to form on his lips.

"I've been there since day one. I've watched all of them."

[of course you have]

[wonwoo's biggest supporter, i'm telling you🤷🏼‍♀️]

[we've got the next simp right here]

"You've even watched some from over there," he mentioned and pointed to somewhere behind the camera.

[SEE]

[we love a supportive girlfriend]

She nodded, "Mh, I think... the first... two? Or maybe the first and third one?"

[this girl literally just sat in a room and watched him play games]

[you cannot tell me that they don't do that at home too]

[mingyu joins in sometimes probably too and they just oggle wonwoo together]

[who wouldn't though]

She eyed her boyfriend, but he just kept looking at her, not giving her an answer. "I don't remember," before turning back towards the camera. "But yes, I've watched a lot of them. Because I like them."

[like the game or like the player?👀👀]

[come on, minnie]

After discussing the pictures Wonwoo and Dokyeom took in Japan, and the collage he posted after their concert, Minnie found a comment she wanted to read out loud.

"Minnie should teach you how to edit collages," turning towards him with a proud smile on her lips.

"You can edit pictures very well, you make collages quite often," he told her, slightly chuckling at her facial expression.

[SIMP]

[he's so smithen and she's acting so cute around him wtf is in the air]

She nodded. "But," the female member pointed out, "the collages that you're talking about, Carats don't get to see."

[excu-the fuck-sez moi?]

[are we keeping secrets from each other now minnie?]

She looked back into the camera to continue. "I make collages with the members, so that at the end of each month, I can send them into the group chat and we can look back on what we did that month. Sometimes they take a bit longer, but I only send them to the members, I don't post them."

[AHA]

[alright]

[so that's how that is]

Wonwoo nodded, taking a sip from his own drink, "I forgot about that. But the other pictures you post are edited very well."

[jesus christ, alright, would you like to compliment her on her chopsticks skills as well?]

"But I don't think you should change your collage-making skills. It's very you. It's very Wonwoo."

[🥰🥰]

He grinned at the girl's comment. "Very Wonwoo?" She chuckled along with a nod. "Then you should like that, right?"

[WONWOO?!😳]

[you guys are still on a 🤨LIVE🤨 stream]

[i think bro thought it was just them two alone]

For a few seconds too long the girl looked at the older rapper stunned, who smiled at her.

['my dude, what did you just say in front of the camera'😳😅]

"W- Why...," she grinned before catching herself again, "I think, Carats should like it." Extending her arm to get a piece of chicken between her chopsticks. "They're the ones you should want to impress."

[what a quick save from our girly]

[but yeah, i mean... he's already impressed her enough probably]

"Oh, yeah, you're right," he smiled, looking back at the screen to read more comments, jolting slightly all of a sudden before both of them started chuckling.

[I'M TELLING YOU RIGHT NOW]

[this girl kicked him under the table🤣]

[you saw her smirk, and you saw his reaction]

[put two and two together]

The two of them explained that Minnie was the Animal Crossing expert and would be the first to tour a few islands. They got to work, put in the code and travelled to the first island made by a Carat.

The female member was moving the character around, taking in every corner and every little detail the fan had left for them, explaining everything along the way when they arrived at the beach.

"Oh my god!" She exclaimed with a happy smile on her face, "It's Raymond!"

[oh she's a REAL animal crossing fan]

She clicked on the right button to make the two characters interact, grinning at the screen while Wonwoo scrunched his eyebrows behind her.

"Raymond?"

"Yeah, he reminds me of you," she turned slightly to her left to look at the rapper next to her.

[all of caratland agress witht hat]

"That's why I have him on my island too."

[she has her own wonwoo in her little imaginary, fictional island]

[she's so cute]

[she's just like us]

Making the other member laugh out loud and even some of the staff members behind the camera chuckle. "What?" She smiled. "He doesn't talk much, he's very smart, he wears glasses and he's a cat. That's Wonwoo."

[that is wonwoo. can't argue with her about that]

"Yeah, I remember you telling me about him."

[can you pls just imagine an excited minnie skipping into his room, showing him this little animated cat and telling him it reminds her of him]

She nodded, "I have a lot of characters on my island because they remind me of the members."

[i need to see it]

Wonwoo took a sip of his iced tea before continuing, "Next time, you should bring your Nintendo Switch, and then we can look at your island."

[boyfriend supporting his girlfriend's little ficitonal fantady, love it]

Minnie smiled in agreement.

[THANK YOU]

[love how wonwoo wants to show of her achievements in a game haha]

"Oh, look! A puppy!" The female member smacked the rapper's chest, who had his right arm on the backrest of her chair, to make him turn his attention away from the screen with the comments.

[a lot to uncover here]

[first, the arm?! so casual?! literal butterflies from seeing his freaking arm around HER CHAIR]

[i need to see someone...😪]

He dramatically grunted, clutching the place she had just hit as she pointed at the computer screen in front of her. "It's Mingyu."

[how tf do they manage to include this man EVERYWHERE]

"How kind of them to even include Mingyu like that," Wonwoo chuckled.

[😭😭😭😭😭😭😭]

While the rapper had gone to the toilet, it was Minnie's turn to entertain Carats on her own, reading through their comments.

"Are you excited for the new Taylor Swift album? YES!" She shouted excitedly, "Yes I am! I already pre-ordered the vinyl. I'm happy. I'm more than happy."

[SWIFTIE CARATS UNITE]

[WE HAVE FOUND OUR LEADER]

[i love how she probably sees taylor the way we see her tbh]

[like just... UGH, i need them two to meet]

The smile never left her lips, giggling as she read the next comment, "Are you more excited about being on Gameboy or the Taylor Swift album?"

[that question was CRUEL]

[love it]

Minnie shook her head, "You guys... are really something. You can't compare those two. They're different types of happiness. But I'm also very very happy to be here. Although..."

[oh oh]

She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm kind of not happy about the fact that Coups was here before me. Wonwoo prefers the leader over his own roommate... I don't know how to feel about that..."

[damn, that hurt]

For the last few seconds of being alone, a Carat dared Minnie to spin in her chair and not get dizzy because she had said before that she doesn't get dizzy easily due to her ballerina training.

[just explain to me how this 25 year old woman can be so competitive with people she doesn't even know or see]

[like... she literally went 'oh, you don't think i can do it? watch me‘ MINNIE]

She was so focused on continuing to push herself with the help of the table, that she didn't notice the rapper coming back into the room. Not until the chair was suddenly stopped, scarring her as she looked up into the eyes of her boyfriend.

"Jesus! You scared me!"

[dude, you scared me, i thought you were gonna spin yourself out of that chair]

"What are you doing?" Wonwoo chuckled moving her slightly away to get to his chair, settling down as he kept his glance on the girl.

"A Carat dared me to spin and not get dizzy."

"And? Are you dizzy?"

She grinned at him. "Nope." Making him shake his head with a smile before turning his attention to the screen.

[i would've loved to see what the fuck was going on in his head when he saw her like this]

[THIS IS FR ONE OF MY ALL TIME FAVOURITE MOMENTS OF THEM EVER]

[it's just so cute]

"No, you have to-"

"Like this?"

"No, tap th-"

"This one?"

"Yes."

"And then?"

"You have to put it down-"

"I can't."

"Yes, you c-"

"Look, I can't-"

"Wonwoo! You-"

"Like that?"

"No, g-"

"This?"

"No, please-"

"But look-"

"Wonwoo, Jesus, give me the controller," Minnie huffed out loud with a smile after a debate that went on for way longer than she wanted, snatching the controller out of the man's grip.

[THE BICKERING]

[who would've thought she'd bicker like that with anyone but mingyu]

[and then WONWOO of all people]

The rapper grinned to himself at the frustration of the female member, looking ahead at the screen filling up with comments while the girl's eyes were trained on the game.

[WHY DOES HE LOOK SO PROUD HAHAHAH]

"I never thought there would be another member better at gaming than Wonwoo," he read out loud, making both of them chuckle. "Yeah," the '96 Liner sighed, "Minnie is a lot better than me in these types of games. And Sims, and-"

[YES, tell us all about how great minnie is, LETS GO WONWOO]

"Fifa," she interjected, earning her a confused glance by him. At the sudden silence, she turned her head towards him, giggling. "What?"

"You're not better than me at Fifa."

She shrugged, "I could be."

['i could be‘ she's literally challenging him?!]

But Wonwoo continued to shake his head, his eyes back on the camera. "She's not better than me at Fifa."

[he's letting her be better in animal crossing and sims, but this guy draws the line at fifa HAHAHAHA]

"Awww," Minnie's eyes went wide as she looked at the screen. "♪ We're going to the chapel and we're... gonna get married... going to the chapel, and we're... going to get married-♫"

Wonwoo away from the screen, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him. "What are you singing?"

"A wedding song. I think my mum used to listen to it. It's kinda old, but I just remembered it," she explained, while Wonwoo made his character run around the room to look at every detail.

"Aah, because it's a wedding hall?" He wondered, getting a hum from her in return.

[smart guy🤓]

"They made it really pretty," Minnie commented. "It reminds me of the set where we filmed the special video for 'April Shower'."

"Oh, right," the rapper agreed, "Maybe that's what the Carat wanted to portray."

"Maybe," the girl nodded.

"Maybe we should get married here."

[sorry, i just choked on my water]

[WHAT?!😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳]

[he just threw that question into the room like that?!]

The sudden question threw Minnie off as her head snapped towards him, a nervous chuckle leaving her lips.

"What?"

[yeah same]

[what?!]

He turned to meet her eyes, only grinning at the female member.

[HEY]

[ya can't say sth like that and then just smirk this handsomely]

[minnie move, i gotta take this man to a wedding chapel]

"Eyy, you can't say stuff like that," she pushed his shoulder, making him laugh while she shook her head. "Sorry Carats, he's weird."

[OR IS HE?]

[her reaction was everything]

[yes girl... you played that off... so well...]

After they clicked off and made sure to save the game, the two idols turned towards the camera. Wonwoo did a big stretch, reaching back with his arms as the girl turned towards him.

[eyeing the biceps, i see]

[as if you don't get to see enough of him every day already HUH]

"When can I come the next time?" He read out loud from the screen. Wonwoo thought for a second before answering, then directed his attention to one of the staff members behind the camera to make sure he wasn't spreading false information, all while Minnie was still focused on the comments.

"And Minnie-" the deep voice made her glance at the man next to her, "Will you be here next time?"

"If you invite me," she grinned at him.

[mh, tell him minnie]

With a chuckle, he nodded, "Okay, then let's see. If there's time we could play 'Howling Abyss'."

[is he trying to scare her away?]

[like... request another game she has never mentioned before dude]

"Oh..." she commented with a grimace.

"What?"

"Is that the one you tried teaching me?" She wondered. His nod confirmed her concern.

"Why?" A slight chuckle tumbled from his lips.

"I'm not good at it," she whined, suddenly clutching onto his arm, "Wonwoo, you can't make me play games that I'm bad at. I'll look like an idiot."

[the hand of the biceps]

[girly just had to touch it]

[i don't blame her]

[i'd be touching him all day everyday if i could]

Her reaction made him laugh out loud as his hand came up to cover hers, "Then you'll get better until next time. Or maybe the time after the next one. Then we can play together."

[WHY IS THIS MAKING ME SQUEAL]

[HIM TRYING TO SUPPORT HER?!]

[just kiss already for fuck's sake, I see the look in your eyes, come on]

A big huff left Minnie's lips as she dropped her hands. "Why can't we just play Sims together..."

[dream team]

Wonwoo chuckled, "You said you can't play that in multiplayer."

Which received him a glaring side-eye from the female dancer. "We could find a way."

"Sure," he nodded with a smile.

[and there comes the supporting boyfriend yet once again]

Incheon Airport 231112

[idk what is in the air, but they've been so much closer i feel like?!]

The entire group was making their way through their airport, each member walking at their own pace, next to each other, in a line, or by themselves as they waved to the cameras that were following them through the building. Wonwoo and Minnie were in the middle, the rapper carrying his roll suitcase while the female member only had a small shoulder bag casually by her side. Both covered in big coats due to the cold weather. With all the screaming, shouting, and camera clicking around them, the couple, as well as the rest of the group, was used to not talking to each other while in pace, only once they would come to a halt or find a quieter spot after making it through the security check.

[i don't even want to know how stressful this can be😖]

They had reached the passport checkpoint, making them form a somewhat ordered line, each member standing behind another one, their managers and bodyguards by their side. The couple, who had stood close to each other the entire time was facing each other, leaning in slightly to hear the other person better. As there were still people in front of them, they had some time to pass.

[idk if this is a coincidence or if they're each wearing just one airpot BUT the fact that minnie is only wearing a right one and wonwoo is only wearing a left one?!?!?!?👀👀👀]

[maybe not so much of a coincidence]

[sharing airpods?!?!?! stfu they're so adorable]

Minnie chuckled at something the '96 Liner had said, making her turn around to catch the lens of one of the cameras directly with her eye.

[i really want to know what he said hahaha]

[spill the tea about annoying paparazzi]

A quick smile was sent before she turned her direction back to the man in front of her, reaching up, thanks to his height, to adjust the bucket hat on his head, pulling it down just a tad bit more.

[she makes sure he stays covered bc that's how he feels comfortable]

[i'm gonna cry]

She let her left hand brush over his shoulder and to his back, giving him a few gentle and comforting pats.

[they really need each other omg]

The sound of his voice ringing through the one ear that didn't have an airpod in, made her lean in once again before nodding along to what the rapper was telling her.

[OH PLS just kiss already guyyyyssssss]

Once the people in front of them in line were done and their turn had come, Wonwoo's hand on her back now pushed her forward slowly to go first, letting her know by tapping his fingers against her.

[👀]

Minnie was quickly through, thanked the staff and moved further, coming to a halt behind the railing and taking the moment to turn to the cameras and fans one last time before they'd finally reached a more private area of the airport. The '96 Liner joined her, waving to the fans for a quick moment before turning around and following their manager with the female performer right by his side.

[i want someone to wait for me like that]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN ('FML' Promotions Sketch)

"Pre-recordings are usually always fun, but for some reason, the members are extra happy today," Minnie explained into the camera as they filmed a short interview in the hallway right before their Music Bank stage appearance.

[can we just real quick give a shoutout to her stylist?! the makeup?! The outfits?! I'm in LOVE]

"But I'm not gonna complain about that. I'm very happy that they're... so excited, early on in the morning."

[minnie... this isn't their fault... you're just a morning person that i will never understand]

For a second, she looked around the room, focusing on something behind the camera. "I already took my pictures. I'm gonna post them on Instagram later. Now it's Junnie's turn," motioning for the cameraman to focus on the Chinese member who had just waddled his way into the small gap by the railing.

[and the pictures were FIRE]

"You know," the camera shot back to her, "I'm really glad you always do these interviews before our performances," Minnie chuckled. "Because after them..." she pressed her lips into a tight line before continuing, "You... you really don't want to see us that gross and out of breath and sweaty."

[we do actually. we do.]

"I don't look good like that."

[yes you do, tf are you on about?!]

[this woman...]

"So thank you for always... showing us from our good side-" her demeanour changed within a second as her attention paced to someone next to the cameraman. "What are you doing?!" She whined. "You're making me nervous, looking at me like that."

Once the camera moved to the side, Wonwoo's figure was revealed.

[OF COURSE HE'S THERE]

[look at that grin]

[UGH]

[called me single just by smiling at her wtf]

He had his arms crossed and a smirk decorated his face as his eyes were fixed on the female member, who had gotten closer to him to push him away playfully. Thanks to his stature, the rapper only budged slightly, making the girl sigh out loud.

[big boy]

[i need him to put me in a headlock]

"He's been standing there the entire time," she told the camera.

The '96 Liner continued to look at her. "What? I'm not allowed to stand here?"

[DON'T DO HER LIKE THAT WONWOO]

[we know damn well why you were standing there]

[you little simp]

"I'm talking about being disgusting and sweating, and you're just standing there, laughing at me," she shook her head, crossing her arms as she gazed at him.

[*whispers* because he's secretly in love with you, but pssh]

Wonwoo chuckled at her comment, his nose scrunching up slightly. "I wasn't laughing AT you."

She rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whatever..."

Then, it was his turn to look into the camera. "Carats," he started, "I promise, I wasn't laughing at her. I was enjoying her interview just like you would."

[-... i'm gonna have a stroke]

Minnie's laugh echoed in the background before Wonwoo joined her, waving off the cameraman as he disappeared again.

[Going Seventeen] EP.91 Point of Omniscient Interfere Penalty #1

"If you get over 90 on that karaoke machine, I'll give you 10." Minnie overheard Woozi's voice as she was washing her hands by the sink in the kitchen.

Her ears perked up when DK continued. "Okay, if you give it your all, I'll give you 30 grapes." She quickly dried her hands and rushed over to where some of the other members were sitting, watching Hoshi standing by the karaoke machine.

Hoshi saw her excited facial expression. "Minnie, you wanna do it with me?" To which she eagerly nodded, getting a chuckle from Wonwoo and Minghao, who had joined to watch and listen.

[i LOVE hoshi and minnie interactions and i am begging for more]

"Okay," the leader of the performance unit spoke, "40 grapes for each, Minnie and I, and we will give you the best performance you have ever seen."

"20 each," Dokyeom tried to argue.

"30," the female member continued, raising her eyebrows at him as she accepted the microphone Hoshi was holding out for her.

[scoups taught her so well]

Her fellow '97 Liner nodded, "Alright, 30 for each of you if you get over 90 points and give a good performance."

Some of the other members joined in once they heard the start of the song, now very eager to see the two as they knew how dramatic they could get once given the opportunity.

"If your voices don't crack when we raise it up by two keys, you get ten," Mingyu offered loudly, making the girl turn around.

"Ten each!" She quickly interjected before focusing back on the song.

Hoshi and she continued, spinning each other around and truly giving the performance of their lifetime as theatrically and dramatically as possible as they sang their hearts out at the sad song they had chosen.

After the first verse was over, DK told them to cancel it and see what score they had gotten, but it didn't show, starting a small argument, that was quickly resolved.

Dokyeom took out the purple stickers, counting each one. "Okay, there's thirty for now, divide it by two, I can't be bothered to take out the other thirty."

"What? Wait, hold on," Minnie immediately argued.

[oooh... he fucked up]

"Mister Mediator! That's out of line! Isn't he out of line?" Hoshi immediately took her side.

Wonwoo raised his head to look at the trio.

"They only sang the first verse," DK tried to explain, but the female member pushed his hand away.

"Because you told us to cancel it after the first verse!"

"Wait, wait," the Mediator reached out, "Who said to cut it off?"

"He did!"

"Him!" Hoshi and Minnie pointed at their member at the same time, who raised his hands in defence.

[they're such siblings]

[imagine the reaction of hoshi and minnie if you had told them like 10 years go that they would one day be such a strong duo to go up against dk... they'd laugh in your face]

"I thought you could still see the score after the first verse," he explained.

The female performer took her leader's hand and made him sit down with her. Dokyeom copied their antics, and soon all four of them were sitting in a circle, trying to explain the situation to Wonwoo.

"Wonwoo, you have to explain to him that he can't do that! He has to keep his promise," Minnie whined at the older member, her hand unknowingly on his knee.

[i love her so much]

"He's Mister Mediator, not Wonwoo," the main singer warned her.

She sent him a glare in return, "I can call him Wonwoo if I want to. And you stop nagging me and keep your promise!"

[why do i feel like the '97 line is like constantly bickering haha]

[and wonwoo seems to always kinda be right in the middle😭😭]

"But I didn't know!"

"That doesn't matter!"

After a bit more discussing, the '96 Liner rapper made sure they got the extra thirty they were promised when Hoshi decided to add something.

"But I was also deeply emotionally hurt by Dokyeom."

"You were?" Wonwoo questioned, turning to Minnie. "You as well?" Who nodded with a pout,

"Very."

[gotta ask the girlfreind as well]

"Okay," he patted her hand. "Dokyeom, give them five each extra."

[gotta make sure they're happy]

[well done mister mediator]

The other members watched the four in amusement when Mingyu decided to comment,

"Woah, everyone's making good money."

"That's right," Woozi chuckled, "But the mediator keeps making odd decisions."

"The mediator's a little weird."

"I think he's a bit biased," the producer of the group smiled at the facial expression from the girl that she made as an answer to his comment.

[BRO GOT CALLED OUT]

[minnie's reaction killed me hahah]

She grinned. "And I think others just need to learn, how to be more kind."

[OH]

[Going Seventeen] EP.88 BOOmily Outing #4

"Ugh, we need someone that got it right," Jeonghan sighed out loud after getting sent back in line a third time, still not getting the song right they had to chant out to Seungkwan.

[i could feel their tiredness through the screen during this entire scene]

Wonwoo, who was right next to him, eyes still half closed from being sleep-deprived, looked around the garden, finding the person he was looking for lying on the wooden floor of the porch.

"Minnie!" He called out, catching her attention as she raised her head to look at the members.

[LOOK AT HER]

[how could you not be in love with her]

[she looks so cute without makeup]

"Can you come here for a second?"

"Why?" She asked back, sitting up straighter.

"We need someone to sing the song for us," the '95 Liner explained. Shortly after Woozi, the female member remembered the song correctly as well and was able to go back into the house. Too bad for her that after waking up in the morning, the girl is usually unable to go back to sleep, explaining why she had decided to lounge outside instead, not joining their producer inside.

With a smirk, she ran her fingers through her hair. "Then you have to come here."

Jeonghan slapped Wonwoo's shoulder gently nutdging towards the '97 Liner. "Go."

[sending the boyfriend, yes, we support]

[the way he didn't even start to argue but just went]

Before even starting to argue, the rapper made his way over to his girlfriend, who was already smiling at him.

"You really don't remember it after three rounds?" She wondered. Wonwoo took a seat right next to her, his hand gently grazing her knee, stopping to rest it right there as she was sitting with her legs crisscrossed.

[WE ARE ALL SEEING THIS I HOPE]

[listen here]

[when it comes to wonnie]

[it's the little things alright]

[JUST LIKE THIS]

*insert zoomed-in picture of the two and Wonwoo's hand*

[this is what this stan fandom is surviving on]

[we're in pain]

The older member yawned, his eyes trained on the rest of the group that was still getting hit on the head with the rubber hammer. "No one remembers the second verse correctly."

Minnie nodded. "It's 'Let's go to the market, the FUNNY market. Everything is there, the market's full of fun'. All of you are saying 'the fun market'."

With scrunched eyebrows, he turned his head, gazing at the girl who was grinning teasingly at him. "How long have you been listening to our struggle?"

"Ever since I finished," she couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her forehead touching his shoulder affectionately.

[AAAAH BACKGROUND ACTION]

[AFFECTION FROM WONNIE]

Wonwoo chuckled, "And you didn't think to help us?"

"You never asked."

The rapper stood up with a shaking head, the smile still prominent on his face as he walked back to Jeonghan, who was already awaiting him, but not before he let his fingers tighten around Minnie's knee, making her jolt up and slap him out of reflex.

[i saw that wonwoo]

[he's so annyoing, i love him]

He laughed at her reaction - he knew how much she hated whenever someone did that to her.

[and i react just like her anytime someone does that to me]

[that shit hurts]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] ('Super' Choreography Practice Sketch)

The idol group had finished their final practice of the choreo to 'Super' and everyone was cleaning up to leave. Some decided to stand behind for a few more minutes, talking to the choreographers and dancers. The cameraman for this Inside Seventeen episode caught Dokyeom and Dino before they were able to head off, now standing in front of the camera, talking about the exhausting day they had just put behind.

[not wonnie related but can we talk about how fucking good they look, thank you]

In the background, Wonwoo, wearing a green puffer vest, was engulfed in a conversation with three of the 200 extra dancers they had brought in for that last day. Nodding along to whatever story they were telling, he got distracted when Minnie's familiar figure walked up next to him.

Without even thinking about it, he opened his left arm, welcoming the girl into a comforting side hug. A warm smile spread on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his torso, letting her cheek rest on his shoulder.

[NOT SO LITTLE, BUT STILL BACKGROUND]

[i don't even know if they realise the camera caught them]

[i love how the cameraman didn't even budge though]

[like they're clearly directly in the middle of the screen hahaha]

[inse editors are wonnie supporters <3]

For a quick minute, the rapper leaned down to whisper something into her ear, to which the girl nodded before getting included in the conversation by one of the female dancers who had been talking. As soon as the sound of the '96 Liner's deep voice rang through her ears, Minnie lifted her head to look at him.

[that, ladies and gentleman, is called lovey-dovey eyes]

[i have no fucking idea if you actually call it that but that's what it looks like to me, fight me]

When everyone started chuckling at something that was being said, she straightened her back and dropped the arm that was wrapped around his front - Wonwoo's stayed around her shoulders, gently rubbing up and down her upper arm.

[i love small cute domestic shit like that]

[they just look so comfortable like that]

[like imagine you're in a friend group with them and suddenly they do this shit]

[i'd start crying because of how cute it looks]

[but it's probably the most normal thing ever for them]

[UGH pls adopt me into this group]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN (The Game Caterers Shoot Sketch)

Just as Seungcheol was coming down the stairs, Wonwoo and Minnie arrived and made their way up, passing the cameraman who was filming for their new Inside Seventeen episode. The female member was behind the rapper, both of her hands on his back, playfully pushing him to move quicker as he was slow in his steps.

[pls]

With sleep still written all across his face, Wonwoo turned to his left to wave at the camera. "Hi," he simply said, continuing his walk up.

Minnie stopped in her tracks to look at the camera with a big smile, taking a step forward to get a bit closer. "Good morning!"

[again: everyone else is completely normal, and then we have minnie. the morning person]

Her voice held much more cheer than any of the other members.

But as quick as she was there, she jolted up the steps as the camera moved to show that Wonwoo had also stopped to wait on her. The two continued side by side.

[he waited for her...]

[he WAITED for her]

[what in the low expectations... why am i reacting like this]

[BUT LOOK AT THEM]

Incheon Airport 230515

Wonwoo had just gotten out of the car, coming to a halt right at the door. Next, and last, Minnie stepped out, revealing her figure. Over one shoulder, she had a dark backpack, that was swiftly taken off her by the '96 Liner, who threw it over his own shoulders in a quick move.

[he ain't letting her carry ANYTHING]

The girl put on her sunglasses right away as the flashing lights had already started to blind her, making the rapper react quickly. He tried to cover her as she turned around to use the car door as an emergency mirror, for just a moment.

[it's giving timothée chalamet and saoirse ronan and I'm so here for it]

When she was about to lean forward, wanting to get something out of the vehicle, Wonwoo beat her to it and pulled out a rolling suitcase. He let it hit the floor before pulling the handle up, ready to move forward and join the other members that had already gathered by the crosswalk.

[I TOLD YOU]

[princess treatment and nothing less👑]

The couple started to make their way past the cars, straight ahead, with Wonwoo at a slightly quicker pace due to his longer legs, making the girl have to almost jog to catch up with him as she reached out for the handle to take control over her luggage. The rapper's head, half of his face covered by a bucked hat, turned to her, looking down at where their hands met. He placed his free on on top of hers, pushing it away, only for her to repeat her action, still trying to claim her suitcase.

[if your man doesn't fight you wanting to carry your luggage, is he even your man?]

[never settle for less is what I'm learning here]

[thank you wonwoo for raising my standards yet once again]

Wonwoo stood his ground and just continued to carry it forward, making the girl shake her head as she stopped next to Dokyeom, turning to him with a smile that he returned.

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #1

During one of their breaks in their concert, some of the members had gathered around right behind the stage, some having decided on sitting on the stairs, while others went for the possibly slightly more comfortable choice on one of the plastic chairs the staff had put up - Hoshi and Wonwoo were two of them. With a grin on his face, patted the rapper his own thigh as soon as Dino had approached him, a bottle of water in his grip. The maknae denied the proposal, only for the older to continue the action, his palm repeatedly hitting the silver fabric of his pants.

Minnie was right behind Minghao, appearing from one of the black doors, joining the members that were currently being filmed. She was still adjusting the microphone around her head as she saw the '96 and '99 Liners' interaction, giggling.

The corner of her lips curled up as she watched the youngest shaking his head each time Wonwoo motioned for him to sit down, giving her the opportunity to take his place. With only a few steps, she stopped right in front of the rapper, turning around and taking a seat on the thigh he had been patting only a second ago, getting a burst of laughter from him in return.

[girl took that like it was reserved for her]

[dang]

[so hot]

Dino, who now had his eyes on the couple almost choked on his water as he started laughing, putting down the bottle he was holding.

[HIS REACTION😂😂]

"If you won't, I'll gladly accept the seat," she grinned at the youngest, who saluted her, making her and Wonwoo chuckle.

[oh minnie same]

[same same same...]

The camera didn't miss the hand he had placed on her left thigh as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his shoulders still shaking from laughing.

[MH, WE ALL CAUGHT THAT TOO]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR [BE THE SUN] NORTH AMERICA BEHIND #2

The couple hadn't yet realised they had gotten caught during the thumb wrestle they had started with each other while waiting to go back on stage in Fort Worth. Minnie was trying to free her hand from Wonwoo's tight grip, pulling away with the strength she had left, but he easily caught her thumb with his, making him laugh and her whine out loud.

[again, so cute for what]

[just get a room and get to it, jesus]

Only then, did she realise the camera had been on them, gazing at the cameraman with wide eyes and her lips pressed together as she mouthed, 'Did you just see me lose?' To which the camera moved up and down.

[GIRL]

[we've been watching you WINNING in life for quite a while]

[you get to do stuff like this on the regular]

[you are WINNING my friend, trust me]

The rapper turned his head in confusion, which got washed away as soon as he saw the light that was attached to the device.

With their hands still interlocked, the female member released her fingers and used her other hand for more strength as she held onto Wonwoo's, trying hard to curve his fingers, so they'd create the other half of her heart. The '96 Liner continued to laugh at her antics as he watched her struggle.

[HE'S A MENACE]

[let her live]

[let her do a godforsaken heart, JESUS😂😭]

For a second, the girl managed to get his fingers in the right position, making her quickly turn to the camera and smile before dropping his hand only a second later, getting another chuckle from the man in return. While she kept a disappointed look on her face, Wonwoo got a hold of her hand, patting it gently as he formed a finger heart with his free hand, getting a chuckle out of her.

[he's actually really cute, we all know that]

[he'd do anything for her, i just know it]

Minnie joined him and sent a wink in the camera's direction in addition.

[well... time to go find myself a wonwoo, brb]

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MR. IRRESISTIBLE — P.3

WARNINGS: hair pulling, extreme domination, mentions of masturbation, spanking, etc. 18+ readers only

PAIRING(S): Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: in which a drunk Rafe Cameron shows up to Fem!Reader’s dorm for answers.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I hope you angels enjoy part 3 of Mr. Irresistible <3 you can find the series masterlist here.

Y/N woke up the next morning, seeing Rafe’s clothes in the same piles she'd left them last night. She got up, slipping on a towel as she walked to the bathroom to shower. Under the stream, she scrubbed herself clean, hoping to wash away the false promises that Rafe was giving her.

She needed to get the boy out of her head, knowing that no good would come from getting mixed up with a guy. She’d played that game in high school, and refused to spend her college years lusting over boys who'd only push her back into that confinement.

Still, Y/N decided to take Rafe’s advice. She showed up at the quad just after her first class later that week, seeing the open grass filled to the brim with colorful tables and herds of students. She walked past the entrance with a sign reading "Involvement Fair" as she shuffled through the lines to look at what the school had to offer.

There was a club for pretty much any interest; everything from anime to ping pong to poetry. Y/N by passed a lot of those, finding most of the people manning the tables to come on too strong and be just too excited at the prospect of her joining.

Ten minutes passed by and Y/N was still clueless, not seeing anything that really sparked her interest. She figured that she'd at least head over to the edge of the grass where they were passing out hamburgers and hotdogs to everyone there. If she wasn't going to find her place, she'd at least take a free lunch.

Like fate, she saw a large dog run across the field with its leash flowing in the wind behind it. It stopped at her feet, lowering its head as the girl crouched down.

"Hey there, girl." Y/N said as the dog licked her palm. "You look like you could use a belly rub."

The dog excitedly turned over, laying on the perfectly green grass as Y/N ran her hands over her. She smiled wide as the dog barked happily. A petite girl came running over wearing a bright red shirt with the letters PAWS spelled out in the front.

"I'm so sorry!" She said as she got close. “I really thought I could handle her, but she's a lot stronger than she looks." The girl crouched down to pet the dog who'd licked her hand excitedly. "Aren't you, Beau?"

"Is she yours?" Y/N asked, feeling her soft fur.

"Not exactly." The girl got to her feet with the leash in hand. "She's a stray at the local animal shelter. They let us bring them down for events like these to showcase our club."

Confused, Y/N asked, "And what is it you guys do?"

The girl smiled wide. “We volunteer there a couple times a month. We help clean out the kennels, assist with adoptions." She chuckled. “Sometimes they have us come down just to play with them."

"I didn't realize that was a club." Y/N admitted.

Beau barked, seemingly agreeing. "Neither did I when I first joined." She said as she motioned towards the far end of the quad just by the lines of students waiting for free food. "If you're interested, stop by our table to get some more info. We could always use more hands."

"I will." Y/N said happily as she leaned down to pet the dog once more. She started walking in that direction, seeing a crowd of people hunched down to pet all kinds of cats, dogs and other furry friends they brought.

Y/N looked over to her right, seeing a large gathering of guys dressed in bright blue t-shirts and backwards baseball caps. "Pi Kappa Phi,” she read in gold letters, as she noticed the loud table that had its own sizable crowd.

She filtered through the sea of blue shirts until she recognized Rafe, standing behind the table and chatting up a tall boy who looked like a perfect fit for the frat. Even though he was dressed like everyone else, Rafe managed to stand out, looking impossibly good as she saw traces of that white smile as he spoke.

"Technically I'm not avoiding him." The freshman argued, as she turned her back and walked towards the other booth.

Y/N did end up joining PAWS that day, after having talked it up with a couple of the members who seemed really nice and far less intense than everyone else who manned a table. She attended their first meeting later that week, and after a slightly awkward ice-breaker, she was able to meet a bunch of new people who seemed just as eager to make friends. They wouldn't be getting matching tattoos anytime soon, but it was a start.

Things went silent for a few days with Rafe only crossing Y/N’s mind once every few hours at best. She tried to think of other things, and all of it seemed to work for a bit. That was until Friday night when she'd just gotten back from an afternoon at the animal shelter.

Y/N opened the door to her room, smelling like pet hair and dog food. She was in desperate need of a shower, but wanted to wait a little bit for all the girls on her floor getting ready for another night out. She sat back on her desk chair, taking a load off after having been standing on the bus for the past half hour. She scrolled through her phone to pass time.

A notification popped up at the top of her screen. She clicked on the icon to see that Rafe had sent her a message on Instagram. She hovered her finger over the name for a while, knowing that she could close the app and leave the message unread without being penalized. She clicked it, caving in.

I feel like I haven't seen you in a while.

Come to the Pi Kapp house at 9 for a party.

I promise to be nicer this time.

The messages actually made Y/N smile as she pictured the handsome boy biting down on his lip with that upturned smirk like he'd just served the first round of ping pong. She started to type out a message, but deleted it, not wanting to fall victim of taking the bait no matter how enticing.

She tried again, but couldn't manage to hit enter, knowing that Rafe wouldn't accept any lame excuse she could muster. So, she set her phone to charge on her bed and stripped down to just a loose t-shirt and pair of panties.

"Time to wash away the frat boy." Y/N said to herself as she headed to the bathroom.

Hours later, Y/N was headed back from the cafeteria. She had a sudden craving for ice cream, so she rushed out of her room, eager to catch them before they closed. She had a pint of Chunky Monkey in one hand and a bunch of plastic spoons for her stash in the other. She was binging Criminal Minds, and had already planned to finish out the season before she'd go to bed.

As she walked closer to her dorm, she saw a lonely soul, sitting at the park bench just outside the double doors. It was dark outside with their bright blue shirt as the only indication that someone was there.

"I don't get you, Y/N." She heard as she walked closer, recognizing Rafe’s voice.

"We hook up, then you ignore me in the halls." He put his hands up. "Fine, I get it. A hook up doesn't mean we have to be friends. But then we talk again and hook up again.” He breathed. “You make it seem like things are good, but then you don't bother to reply to my messages and instead attempt to type a reply three times before just ignoring me.”

Even slurring some of his words, Y/N knew the boy is coherent enough to mean what he says. She felt a wash of guilt at what she figured were mixed signals she didn't mean to send.

Rafe leaned into her like he was divulging a secret. “Tell me if I misread any of this and I promise I'll leave you alone." He exhaled, filling the space between them with the scent of vodka and God knows what other liquor he'd consumed.

Y/N froze, still in disbelief that Rafe had showed up here. Rafe gave a defeated sigh as he tried to walk off, nearly falling on his face in the process.

"Rafe." Y/N said, offering a hand. "Let's talk about this upstairs." She slung Rafe’s arm over her shoulder. “You can't possibly make it all the way home."

"I'm not as think as you drunk I am." Rafe replied, almost comically.

He mumbled something incoherently as he was escorted into the building. Y/N was thankful that the front desk worker didn't give her a hard time — likely too lazy to file a report or have to call campus security. She waved them off as the freshman muttered “thank you,” before walking them to the elevator.

Rafe leaned against the cold metal wall as Y/N took a breath. "You could’ve just said you didn't want to see me."

Y/N leaned back, feeling the pattern of the wall press into her back like a hundred fingers pointing back at her. "I didn't think it mattered if I showed up or not." She said weakly.

Rafe sneered. “Why would I have asked you to come if I didn't want you there?" Managing to get those words out clearer than ever.

The elevator rang, saving Y/N from giving another lame excuse. She pulled Rafe into her and walked them down the empty hall until she got to her door. Once inside, he fell back on the bed, taking up most of what the twin mattress had to offer.

Y/N stuck the pint of ice cream into the small compartment of her mini fridge and closed her laptop. "Just get comfortable and we can talk about it in the morning."

"You're gonna to let me sleep here?" The drunk boy asked as Y/N sat at the edge of the bed, facing away from him.

“I sure as hell ain't carrying you back to the Pi Kappa house." She dared to say, hoping humor could lighten the mood.

"There's no way you could carry me." Rafe slurred.

Y/N giggled as she stood up. "Come on, let's get you out of those disgusting clothes." She said as she helped him out of his shoes and motioned for the frat boy to undress.

Rafe managed to sit up, raising his arms long enough for Y/N to slip off the blue tee that reeked as if it'd had a dozen or so drinks spilled on it.

"You always smell good." Rafe said as they were dangerously close to each other. There was something about Y/N’s scent that soothed him, even as his stomach continued to turn.

Y/N evaded, turning her head away. "Well, you smell like cheap liquor and a shit ton of weed."

Rafe rolled his eyes as he shucked off his jeans. He eased back onto the bed, scooting over to the side to allow Y/N to lay comfortably next to him. She stayed at the edge of the bed, seeing her shadow from the bedside lamp cast over the wall making her look five times his size. As she thought back to what Rafe said outside, she couldn't help but feel so small.

"Tell me I didn't read this wrong." Rafe said softly, almost like he was running out of battery.

Y/N exhaled. "You didn't.” She finally said out loud. She turned back to see Rafe’s reaction only to find the beautiful boy laying on her bed like a drunken snow angel.

"You're like a Rubik's Cube that moves every time I think I'm close to solving you." Rafe sighed. "Why do you keep moving?"

"I don't know why." Y/N admitted as she slipped off her own clothes and slipped into bed.

She reached over to turn off the lamp, filling the room with darkness. Even with the lights off, she could see Rafe just sitting there, accepting her words without question.

Y/N turned to him with eyes pleading, telling him things like, "Don't hold this over me,” and "I'm sorry I hurt you,” in silence.

"Goodnight, Rafe." She said softly as she eased into the pillow and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Y/N rushed back from the cafeteria with a large to-go box and two coffees in her hands. She got up just before 10 to see a near naked Rafe still softly snoring away as he took up most of the bed. She’d normally be annoyed, but the frat boy looked so good sprawled along the bed and stealing most of the sheets for himself.

Y/N got dressed, careful not to wake the sleeping giant as she ventured off for breakfast knowing he wouldn't wake anytime soon. Twenty minutes later, she closed the door to her room, seeing the sleeping figure toss as she walked over to set the hot coffee down on her desk.

She watched Rafe stretch, with various limbs poking in and out of the grey sheets. He eventually sat up, leaning against the bed as his head continued to spin. Y/N bit down on her lip, seeing the evidence of morning wood beneath his boxers, as well as his messed up hair. It should be illegal to look that good first thing in the morning, Y/N thought to herself.

"What time is it?" Rafe asked as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

Y/N came over with a coffee in hand. "Just after 10." She said as she took a sip of hers. She looked over at the desk. "I managed to get the last of breakfast."

Rafe audibly gagged at the thought of filling his queasy stomach with greasy potatoes and fatty bacon. "I think I'll stick to coffee for now." He took a sip. "Thanks, by the way."

Y/N joked, "It's not often that I have a drunk boy in bed in the morning." She gave Rafe a wink. "Had to pull out all the stops."

Rafe sneered as he set his coffee down. "I'm not apologizing for coming over last night." He said, elbowing Y/N’s side. "I am sorry for being such a mess."

The freshman blew into her coffee, daring to ask, "Why did you get so fucked up?"

Rafe shrugged. “I was fine when the party started. I hoped that somehow you'd show up." He cast his eyes over to her. "And then I started to think that I did something wrong, so I started taking shots." He chuckled to himself. "And then you weren't answering your phone. I guess drunk Rafe just wanted to see you."

Y/N reached over to her phone which she'd abandoned last night before her shower. Sure enough, there were three or four missed instagram video calls from him around the time she went to the cafeteria.

"I didn't even realize you did." She said, getting an approving nod from the boy. Y/N exhaled, picking her next words out carefully. "Why are you so drawn to me?" She asked, feeling a pang of self-consciousness hit her in the gut.

"I just can’t get you out of my head." Rafe emphasized.

Y/N breathed out, knowing those words would be added to the chant she'd been reciting to herself all week. The curveball that left her in such a wreck.

"But you're-" Y/N started.

"Into you." Rafe Interrupted. "Really fucking interested to see this pan out." He added. "Hoping you won't cast me aside so easily."

Y/N looked into the boy's eyes, seeing no signs of hesitation written in his irises. She leaned over, planting a kiss on Rafe’s cheek as she held onto his biceps. He looked puzzled as he pulled away.

"Don't tell me that was some Judas kiss." He tilted his head. "Is this the part where you leave me?"

"No." Y/N shook her head and leaned into Rafe’s shoulder. "Your breath smells like coffee mixed with cheap whiskey."

Rafe laughed as he returned the kiss on the cheek. "Guess I better get cleaned up then." He said happily as Y/N got up, handing him her shower tote to borrow and a spare toothbrush she hadn't used yet.

Y/N watched as Rafe stripped naked, revealing that long cock hanging between his legs as he pulled off his boxers. Even in cute little moments like these, she couldn't conceal checking him out. Rafe wrapped a clean towel around his waist and strutted off to the bathroom like he owned the place.

"You could always join me, you know." He said as he reached for the door knob.

"Go take your shower, frat boy." Y/N said as she flung the boy's boxers. Rafe reached out and caught it, throwing it back to the girl as he closed the bathroom door.

Y/N waited on her bed, not moving an inch until she heard the door knob click coming from the bathroom. Rafe came into view, with his body still glistening and small beads of water dripping down his strands of hair.

"I forgot how shitty the water pressure is here." He said as he stood in the middle of the room. He whipped off the towel and started to dry himself off casually, putting his foot onto Y/N’s dresser to dry off his legs.

"Jesus Christ.” Y/N said out loud, seeing the naked and dripping boy in front of her.

Rafe snickered as he tossed the towel aside and turned to the her. He walked up, finding his place between her knees as he laid both hands on the girl’s cheeks.

"You act like you haven't seen me naked before." He said seductively, filling the air with the scent of Y/N’s shampoo.

"I have.” She said as she greedily locked eyes with this. "But it's always been so rushed." Y/N admitted. "I always felt like we had to get it over with before you changed your mind or freaked out."

Rafe leaned in to kiss Y/N on her cheek. "I'm not gonna change my mind." He pulled away and kissed the other side. "I'm not gonna freak out."

"I believe you." Y/N said as she felt the boy's warmth against her skin. She looked up, seeing Rafe staring back at her with eyes that looked like they'd promise her the world if it meant he could deliver.

He shook his head about, showering Y/N in all the residual water he hadn't bothered to dry off. She pushed him off, leaving her hands on the boy's bare chest for a little too long. They laughed, as she reached for the towel to dry herself off.

"Let go.” She said, caught in the boy’s grip. “I need to find you some clothes because yours are gross."

Rafe did a few poses as he stood in the sunlight, giving a show to Y/N and whoever else could see them up on the fourth floor. "I spend all this time trying to get in your pants and here you are, making me get dressed."

Y/N stuck her tongue out to Rafe. “Maybe you're too used to just getting what you want."

"Touché." He said, letting the girl have her win.

As much as she wanted to take it slow, Y/N felt continually drawn to the muscled boy like steam being swept away in air vents. She felt her uncontrollable hands reach for that firm flesh, gripping her fingers on Rafe’s arms. It was like a claw machine finally gripping onto the prized toy — the one that she'd spent endless amounts of quarters on.

"Y/N?" Rafe said, just watching her so fixed on him.

Y/N leaned in, hooking their lips together as her hands pressed into the boy's pecs. All she wanted last night was to touch him and let him know that all of this apprehension and doubt was the result of getting too attached to someone who was emotionally unavailable. You don't forget shit like that, and every time Rafe showed signs of wanting more, she could feel the third degree burn marks on her skin like caution tape.

She pushed Rafe back onto her bed, unhooking the towel that barely hung over the boy’s waist. It was like something out of a painting, with the naked boy stretched across her twin with a white towel. Rafe’s devilish grin added irony to the whole image, a knowing smirk that Y/N could get used to seeing. She inched the boy closer to the wall and got down on her knees, gripping the hardened cock in her hand and giving it a stroke.

Before she could sink down, Rafe called out, "We go at your pace." She looked up, catching those blue eyes.

Y/N leaned in, pressing their lips together again and hooking her teeth on Rafe’s bottom lip before pulling away. "Why don't I start by making it up to you?" She asked before taking his cock into her mouth, leaving him no chance to even reply.

"Fuck." Rafe moaned, feeling those soft lips pressed against his shaft. He was serious about playing at her speed.

Y/N took more of the boy's length, feeling the head of his cock scrape against her tongue, leaving the taste of pre-cum. She closed her hand on the base, squeezing tightly to coax more out. Little did she know that Rafe had held his own dick that way every night since their last hook-up over two weeks ago. He’d grasp it tight while he stroked his cock, wishing he could gather enough sense to just reach out to her. But for him, it seemed like the ball was in Y/N’s court, and he knew better than to push.

On the nights when he felt most desperate, Rafe scoured every free porn site he knew, just trying to find someone who resembled Y/N in the slightest. But those searches always came up empty. There were those lips that plumped together every time she pouted or decided to grace her face with a smile. Rafe always finished those sessions knowing that his memory was better than anything the internet could provide.

Y/N continued to suck, pulling off his length so only Rafe’s cock head remained in her mouth. She flicked her tongue against that slit repeatedly while gripping onto his balls with a gentle touch. When she felt daring, she'd look up to see Rafe watching her the entire time. She blushed as she pushed aside embarrassment in order to make him feel good.

"You're so fucking sexy.” She heard, as Rafe’s thumb and forefinger pinched her jaw. Y/N replied with a wink before working that dick some more.

Minutes passed as Rafe let a few uncontrollably moans escape from his mouth. He gripped onto the bundled sheets, watching his cock disappear past those wet lips. He was close, having only had the satisfaction of his right hand lately. He could feel it rising through him just waiting to be uncapped.

"I'm close." Rafe softly whimpered.

Y/N took him down her throat, massaging that sensitive tip with her tongue. But she didn't stop, she kept slurping and stroking, needing badly to reassure Rafe that she was sorry.

"Gonna cum, baby." The frat boy said as his final warning. And there it was, that nickname he'd reserved only her, sounding incredibly smooth coming off his tongue.

Y/N pulled off, giving him the view of his cock unloading into her. Rafe watched, seeing the white cream pour into the girl’s tongue and collect in her mouth. It should be illegal how good this looked, he thought, unable to believe how lucky he'd been to get a girl like her.

Rafe smirked. "Your turn. Now, come here so I can make you cum."

Y/N shook her head. "Really, it's okay." Her voice got a bit low. "I just wanted to do that right now. For you.”

Rafe pursed his lips. "Okay." He said. He gripped her wrist. “But I won't be fully satisfied until I get you off."

They shared a laugh as Y/N turned to toss over the clothes she'd picked out, which was a challenge in of itself cause Rafe could probably bust open a seam just by breathing. After more teasing, Rafe finally turned around, wearing an over sized university jersey that Y/N had picked up at a home game as well as an old pair of joggers that belonged to her brother.

"How do I look?" Rafe asked, checking himself out in the mirror.

Y/N bit down on her lip. "Really good."

"What do you say we go get some real food?" He said as he slipped on his shoes.

Y/N looked over at the to-go box of now cold eggs, soggy potatoes and bacon that was still glistening in fat. She felt her own stomach turn, realizing she'd let it sit for an hour.

"Yeah, that sounds good."

Rafe nodded as he watched Y/N get dressed, unashamed of all the glances he stole. She caught him staring a couple times, blushing red in embarrassment which she laughed off, developing this new dynamic between the two of them. Y/N may have put up his sarcastic and prickly remarks, but deep down she knew the boy was as soft as they came — still quite unaware of just how great he was.

They left the dorm as Rafe led them to a district not too far from campus. Y/N followed him like a lost puppy, still not quite used to making her way through the area. They boarded a bus with Rafe motioning for her to take the last open seat at the end.

He, meanwhile, hung onto the overhead bar, settling for a spot in between the girl’s legs as he held on while the bus moved. Y/N couldn't help but stare at the boy's abs, now exposed as his shirt rode up from his stretching, showing skin and the waistband of his boxers.

'"My eyes are up here." Rafe teased as he gave a chuckle. "So, do you have any siblings?"

Y/N nodded. "I have a brother in high school, Scott. He's into pretty much everything your typical seventeen year old is: video games, partying and sneaking girls home when my parents aren't around.”

"So he’s like you in a way?" Rafe asked.

"Pretty much. He's a little shit sometimes, so you kinda remind me of him." They shared a laugh. "How about you?"

"Well, I already told you I have a sister, Wheezie." He smiled. “She’s thirteen, and she's way cooler than I ever was at that age. And then I have another little sister, Sarah, who's definitely the wild one out of all of us. I mean, I'm in a frat, but she makes me look like a saint."

"And your parents are just cool with that?"

Rafe shrugged. "Yes and no. I mean, they certainly like to try and steer all of us towards what they think is right, but we make our own choices, both good and bad."

Y/N nodded, thinking back to her own experiences. "Mine are pretty much the same, actually.

They chatted some more as Rafe weaved them in and out of small side streets until they got to a strip of road that was less busy than the others. It seemed like any other small street from a glance, but in looking closer, Y/N noticed a character that was all its own. Each little storefront had a colored awning that hung a sign in a language she didn't recognize.

"How'd you find this place?" Y/N asked, taking note of all the names she couldn't pronounce and the enticing smells that escaped each set of doors.

"Kinda stumbled into it." Rafe admitted. "I decided to try out this one spot I'm taking you to. The food can't be questioned. I hit the jackpot there."

They continued to walk through the market, seeing all of what it had to offer. They got to the place a few minutes later: a small, hole in the wall type restaurant nestled between a convenience store and a laundromat. Inside it was quaint, with a homey feel paired with scents that made Y/N’s mouth water.

An older lady gestured towards a pair of barstools by the large glass window. She set down two menus that were at the corners and glasses of water.

"I'm impressed." Y/N said as they sat down.

Rafe smiled. “Just wait 'til you try the food."

He quickly browsed the menu out of habit, even though he knew exactly what he wanted. He'd been here a dozen times over after stumbling upon this place and had already figured out which dishes were his favorite.

"You look a little stressed." Rafe said as he watched the squinting girl grip onto the plastic like she was about to rip it.

Y/N looked over, feeling a bit overwhelmed at the choices. "What are you having?" She asked.

"Number 7 pho with extra brisket and an iced coffee." Rafe said quickly, like he had it memorized. "Pho hands down the best hangover cure, and coffee is like crack, but legal."

Y/N giggled. “Alright, that sounds good. I'll get the same thing."

Rafe smiled, pleased she had copied him. The older lady came over and he spewed out their order a lot faster than Y/N thought was possible.

As soon as she walked off, Rafe exhaled. "Look, Y/N. I meant what I said this morning. I really do like you." He clicked his tongue. "I honestly couldn't be having a better time than right now."

Y/N pulled Rafe into a soft kiss, holding her lips there for no more than a few seconds. She cast her arms on the boy's bicep, feeling the protruding muscle against her fingertips as she pulled away. It was short, but it also said a lot more than she could have.

"I really like you, too." She admitted out loud for the first time.

The two walked the entire way back, unintentionally passing the first bus stop because they were lost in conversation. They walked to the next one, only to pass it again because Rafe was telling a story that Y/N was sure he'd made up. This continued on until the she noticed the top of their school's library building peeking through the powerlines.

"Fuck it, let's just keep going.” Rafe said as they headed towards that direction. He suggested they go back to the Kappa house, which Y/N protested.

"Rafe, you really want to take me back to your place? After you left the party last night and stayed over?" She asked, shaking her head.

Ignoring Y/N rolling her eyes, Rafe replied, "Yeah, alright." He said, as they turned towards the direction of the freshman dorm. "But you're gonna have to meet them eventually." He said, leaving Y/N to wonder what he meant by that.

Once they got up to her room, Rafe jumped into her bed, making an audible thump as he did little snow angels on the XL twin.

"You have a habit of making yourself at home." Y/N said as she slipped off her shoes.

Rafe cranked his head up. “I like to think of it as a superpower."

"Sure, we’ll go with that." She said as she sat on the small space left for her. "So, what do you wanna do?" She asked softly, knowing exactly where her brain was headed.

Rafe chuckled as he sat up, covering her with his body like it was his job to keep her warm.

"I'd really like to thank you for taking care of me last night." He said with his voice in Y/N’s ear and warm breath on her skin. "And this morning."

Y/N squirmed, feeling that jolt of energy pass through her nerves. "But you already did."

"Perhaps." Rafe said as he softly pressed his lips into her neck, getting that satisfying whimper he loved to hear. "But I love making you feel good." He said, deeply.

Rafe laid her down, seeing her stomach peek out as her shirt rode up. He dipped his head down, kissing at Y/N’s stomach. He felt Y/N shiver and looked up. “You okay?" Rafe asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, just ticklish.”

Rafe nodded as he filed that information away, knowing he'd pull it out another time. He ran his hands over her top, pulling it over her head.

"You look beautiful, Y/N." Rafe said, admiring her body as he rubbed his hands on her skin.

The girl muttered a “thank you,” as Rafe whipped off his own shirt. Really, she should be the one dishing out compliments, Y/N thought, seeing that ripped physique that looked good enough to get a thousand likes on Instagram. Rafe knew he looked good, he wore it on his face as he undressed.

Y/N felt his thumbs undoing her jeans. She lifted her ass up, letting Rafe slide the last remnants of clothing off in a swift motion. She felt his fingers lightly graze her clit.

"Rafe." Y/N tried to say before Rafe shushed her.

"Shut the hell up." He said, annoyed. "I'm trying to concentrate so I can please my girl, alright?" He said with Y/N not believing what she was hearing.

Y/N blushed with her pussy becoming wetter upon hearing those words. She felt Rafe’s lips press just below her clit.

"Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking soaked. Are you always this wet?"

Y/N ignored the tinge of embarrassment she felt, not being used to all these direct and unashamed questions she was getting. She reminded herself that this was Rafe, the boy who said exactly what he felt, who was devoid of filters or shame.

"I've been soaked since I woke up in bed with you this morning." Y/N said honestly, which got the widest grin she'd seen from Rafe to date.

Rafe licked a little, getting a proper taste of her slick. He licked her pussy a few more times, almost like he was trying to get the last bit of liquid out of the honey jar.

"Fuck, Rafe." Y/N said, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Is there anything you're not good at?" She asked, still feeling him exploring tongue all over her.

"Getting you to text me back, apparently." Rafe teased as he climbed up her body, hanging his face over Y/N’s with only the strength of his muscles keeping him from smashing into her lips.

"Are you gonna hold that over me for the rest of my life?" She whispered.

Rafe smiled as he sunk down. “Pretty much." He playfully kissed at her neck to tell her that he was kidding. In response, he felt her legs wrap around his bare back, followed by a pair of arms that hung nicely over his shoulders.

"I really am sorry." Y/N said, feeling way more vulnerable than she liked.

Rafe kissed her again. "I know you are." He reassured. "I guess I'm just better at hiding how freaked out I was." He caressed her face. "It's not everyday a girl walks into your life and makes you question everything."

"You're giving me too much credit."

Rafe shook his head back and forth, waiting for her to stop trying to downplay what they had. "Not nearly enough." He said, finishing that little conversation and filing it away for another time.

He dug his hands underneath her body, hooking them on her shoulders. Each touch felt like he was marking his territory on the girl who folded to his every move and continued to lay there, letting herself be ravaged.

"Fuck me like this?" Y/N managed, feeling Rafe’s fingers pressed into her hips.

Rafe bit down on his lip, thinking that there wouldn't be any better position to do so. He had full access to her plump lips, her profusely dripping pussy, and just about every other part of her body that seemed to be hyper-sensitive.

"Of course." He said as he turned to kiss her shoulder blade. Rafe wanted to do a lot of things to her, but he wouldn't dare slow down the momentum.

"Oh.” Y/N breathed out as she felt the tip of Rafe’s cock push into her.

Since their last encounter, the only things Y/N had in her pussy were two fingers and Rafe’s imaginary cock she pictured fucking her every time she got herself off. Now, she had the real thing, and it felt a lot bigger than she remembered.

"You okay?" Rafe asked as he hung his head over hers.

"Yeah, it's just been a while." She admitted with a pained smile. “You know,” Y/N said as Rafe looked her in the eyes. “Kissing really does help.” She said shyly.

Rafe chuckled as he leaned his head down, hanging his lips so close above Y/N’s, but without touching. “Tell me what you want, baby." He said, coaxing what he hoped would be a clear and concise admission from the unbelievably cute girl.

Y/N resisted rolling her eyes, instead saying, "I want to kiss you while you fuck me."

"That's better." Rafe said as he leaned down and pressed their lips together.

With Y/N fully concentrating on his lips, Rafe pushed himself deeper into the distracted girl until he finally felt the soft flesh of her pussy on his cock. He watched her eyes widen as he did, followed by a series of strained moans that filled the halls of the fourth floor and anyone who happened to be in their rooms.

"I love your little sounds. It’s fucking music to my ears.” Rafe said as he played with her hard nipples.

"I swear I don't play them up for you." Y/N replied, regaining her voice as she relaxed. "It just feels too good."

Rafe winked. “I know you don't." He gave her a thrust. “And I don't play up how fucking good your pussy is, because I swear I could cum right now."

Y/N gripped onto his face, seeing his forehead dripping in sweat with those blue eyes cast upon her like meteors crashing down from the sky.

"Cum in me all you want." She said clearly.

Rafe let out a breath, loving how good those explicit words sounded coming out of that innocent looking mouth. He moved his hips, feeling that tight hole grip onto his dick as he pulled out slightly, like it didn't want him to leave.

"Oh, God." Y/N moaned, placing her hand over his.

The lack of sex had made her even tighter, with each motion feeling ultra sensitive. She felt Rafe’s hands move to her hair, tangling through the strands like velcro. Rafe thrusted harder, picking up the pace slightly. That handsome face hung over hers, giving her that hungry look as he continued to fuck into her.

His cock slammed into her at just the right angle, making her breath come in short, harsh bursts. Y/N’s eyes rolled back and she bit her lip, wrapping her leg tight around him, forcing him deeper. Rafe sunk down to kiss his prize, the one he'd been trying to win for weeks.

Rafe continued to fuck her hard at a steady pace, until he could feel her flesh quiver around him. Not slowing down, he leaned down and sank his teeth into the side of her neck hard enough to bruise her skin, his tongue stroking her gently.

"I've been holding on for far too long, Y/N.” He grunted

Y/N nodded eagerly as she bit down on her lip. "Please, give it to me." She caught his eyes. "Please, Rafe. I need your cum deep inside me.”

Rafe ground his teeth, forcing himself to move even faster, as he neared his own release. His hard member throbbed inside of her as he slammed in and out, and his nails dug deep into her hips as he reached his climax, pumping her full of thick, warm cum.

"You're mine." Rafe said as he unloaded into her, feeling that warm flesh pressed onto his cock as he shot.

Rafe gave himself a few more feeble strokes before pulling out. What followed was a rush of cum that oozed out of her pussy, completely covering her cheap bedsheets. He collapsed on top of her, his lips resting against her collarbone as he panted. Y/N lifted his chin and smiled, giggling between breaths.

"So, what now?" Y/N said as the room fell silent for a few minutes.

"We keep hanging out." He said simply. “Unless you want me to leave."

"No!" Y/N said a little too quickly.

The truth was, even before the sex, she'd already had such a good day. It was one of the rare occasions she didn't feel like the world was pushing against her — the nameless face at a new place with barely any friends and more work than she bargained for. It was like Rafe took some of that stress away in his own carefree style.

"We can watch a movie or something until we get hungry again." She said, enjoying the heat coming off Rafe’s post-sex body.

"Good." Rafe said, pleased. He winked at her. "Now, pick something for us to watch. I'm gonna judge you based on your choices." He teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Something tells me you have shitty taste in movies." She replied, causing Rafe to laugh.

Rafe leaned over to watch Y/N hesitantly hovering the cursor over a few films as she scrolled through the main screen like she was trying to impress him with some obscure but amazing film only she knew about. It was cute, Rafe thought, though Y/N could pick the Twilight Series and he'd only pretend to complain.

He rested his head on her shoulder. “You smell like sex." He said, plainly.

"So do you." She replied.

Y/N brought her hand up and turned her face to his. She leaned in and kissed Rafe softly, before turning back to the TV. It felt good to kiss him without having to think.

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Chaotic Dumbassery (Soft Yandere!Friend x Thembo!Reader)

I know I haven't been working on people's submissions, prioritizing kinktober, but I'm having a really tough time and need some light humor in my life

GN!Reader, mild manipulation, mostly fluff ❤️

Hughie was labeled as a "genius" early on in his childhood. At the age of five his parents were already discussing with the local elementary school about starting him off in a higher grade. Despite all of the praises Hughie received from adults, their compliments felt hollow, and the more they pushed him to accelerate his growth realize his potential, the further he felt isolated from the people around him. Emotionally, it was like being trapped as an exhibit in a zoo. They all smiled down at him and cooed, but he could not feel them.

Then, Hughie met (Reader).

Wasting his summer before school began, his parents inside speaking to teachers about letting Hughie skip kindergarten, no one noticed when he slipped out, wandering the empty halls to the playground, where surprisingly a child was playing in the dirt with their parent sitting nearby.

Fat little fingers were poking into the dirt beneath a tree, filling the holes with seeds. Hughie often had no problem speaking to adults, but he didn't have many opportunities to interact with other kids his own age. Nervous to the point of nausea, he approached the kid, gripping his ugly grey polo aggressively enough to stretch out the shirt.

"What are you doing?"

The kid covered in dirt wearing a pizza sauce stained Batman shirt looked up at Hughie with excitement so powerful he could physically feel it burning his face like sun beams. "Planting bird seeds!"

"Oh. Why?"

"To grow birds. Duh." They went back to poking holes and planting the seeds.

The little boy with black curly hair was shocked. He didn't know everything about reproduction, but he knew that birds came from eggs. It was the first time he had ever heard something so preposterous, and it kind of stupefied him. Crouching down to get closer to the strange little kid, Hughie felt star struck. "I don't think that's how birds are made."

"Yuh-huh! Whenever Granny throws seeds out, birds grow, and then in the morning they fly away "

"I think they eat the seeds.."

(Reader's) eyes went wide, dropping their fistful of bird food while whipping around to face Hughie. "Huh?"

"Birds come from eggs."

Standing up quickly, Hughie could see that the kid's knees were covered in bandaids, something he never really needed. They looked down at him like he just told them that Santa wasn't real. "What?!" Before he could reiterate his answer Hughie's arm was grabbed by the much stronger stranger, dragging him over towards the woman sitting on the bench. "Mom!"

"Yes?" The woman smiled with heavy, exhausted eyes.

"Do birds come from eggs?!"

"Yes? Why?"

(Reader) dropped Hughie's hand, their brain malfunctioning under the new information. Hughie started to worry that maybe he had upset them, that maybe he shouldn't have told them the truth, when they suddenly grabbed him by his shoulders, violently shaking him. "What is your name, smarty pants?!"

"Hu-Hughie!" The wild swaying of his head affecting his speech.

"I'm (Reader)! You wanna go catch crickets?"

"Sure-"

"Hughie!" His father's voice cut him off, the smartly dressed man finally finding his son and descending onto the playground. "Don't disappear like that."

"I'm sorry."

"Let's go back inside. The teachers have some questions for you." He said excitedly, motioning towards the school.

Hughie felt a sense of dread. He was smart, really smart, which meant that he knew if he passed the tests waiting for him, he wouldn't be able to be in a class with kids his own age. Which meant that he wouldn't be able to make friends.

"No."

Hughie latched onto (Reader), and decided to act his own age.

"I want to go catch crickets with (Reader)!"

"Yeah!" (Reader) replied, glaring up at the stranger as sassily as a five year old could.

Although that interaction ended with (Reader's) mother apologizing, holding back her child from kicking the man in his shins, and Hughie's father carrying him kicking and crying up to the classroom, it was ended in Hughie's favor. He purposely failed his tests, and when school started up, he was placed in the same kindergarten as (Reader).

The two became inseparable, much to his parents' dismay.

It only got worse as they got older, and even the teachers took notice of Hughie's "double life".

By the last year of middle school, Hughie already proved himself smart enough to get his GED and be enrolled in any university of his choice. But (Reader) didn't know that.

Hughie's mother sighed heavily, finding (Reader) on her doorstep. Hey disdain for the teenager wasn't concealed in the slightest, but it didn't phase (Reader).

"Mornin', Mrs. G! I'm here to pick up the H-bomb."

"I could drive you two." She grimaced. "It's dangerous for two children to walk to school."

"Oh, we won't be walking." (Reader) smiled.

Hughie rushed past his mom, smiling just as brightly as (Reader). "'Sup!"

"Please let me drive you-"

"Bye Mom!" Hughie cut her off, giving her a warning glance before bouncing back to his reflection of (Reader's) joyful attitude. "Let's go, (Reader)."

The two friends ran down to (Reader's) homemade "scooter", an extra wide plank of thin wood with wheels screwed on, painted with flames. It was made by (Reader) and their mom to have enough space for at least three teenagers to comfortably ride, four if they squish together tightly and held on for dear life. It was a hazard, and Hughie loved it.

He loved everything about (Reader), actually. Since he began purposefully fucking up his grades just enough to never get moved up, he had made a good friend group, a group a guys that were a lot of fun to get into trouble with, but his best friend was (Reader). Many people joked that the two were already an old married couple, which (Reader) leaned into, completely unaware of Hughie's feelings. It was strange. And he couldn't explain it to anyone.

(Reader) was his best friend; a sibling; a partner in crime; and someone Hughie recently found himself wanting to kiss silly.

They rode down the sidewalk at top speeds, bumping over rocks dangerously. Hughie wanted to wrap his arms around their waist but couldn't until they picked up their other buds. They stopped by Brody's house, watching him run away from his wooden spoon wielding Grandma, then at Everett's, which finally allowed Hughie the excuse of hugging (Reader). It didn't matter if Brody clung to him similarly; just as long as he was the only one holding (Reader).

The four idiots of Jackson Middle School traveled faster than any of the cooler students on skateboards, speeding recklessly with the force of four teenagers pushing the wooden beast.

Teachers and parents gave disapproving sneers as they barely stopped in time to prevent themselves from crashing into the arriving school buses. Mr. Stone especially.

(Reader) dragged the transportation over to the bicycle rack laughing with Hughie over the fear in the bus driver's eyes when they nearly collided into the side of the bus.

"I don't know why she was so mad, it's not like we were gonna damage the bus!" Brody loudly complained, arms behind his head.

No, it was because we could have gotten hurt. Hughie smiled, not voicing his thoughts out loud. (Reader) wouldn't have this kind of fun with him if they knew that this wasn't his real personality. Calm and studious, Hughie naturally didn't enjoy being outside. He was a nerd at heart, and would prefer reading in solitude to participating in sports. But he would do anything to spend more time with (Reader).

Mr. Stone appeared before the quartet, smiling tightly. "May I have a word, Mr. Gressler?"

(Reader) stuck a finger in their nose. "Huh? He's not on the clock yet."

Everett rolled back his shoulders too try to look bigger. "Yeah, we haven't had breakfast yet."

"I'll catch up with you guys." Hughie waved at them, shooing them away. They left for the cafeteria, still making snarky remarks towards their teacher.

As soon as they were out of sight Hughie's face changed, losing all of his good humor and patience. "What did you want to talk about, Mr. Stone." His teacher's name tasted bitter, so he spit it out.

"Let's go to the principal's office."

They quickly walked through the halls, irritating Hughie. He knew what this was about, and he wasn't interested in the slightest.

Once inside the office, Mr. Stone closed the door, trapping Hughie inside with the grinning older Principal Wells. "Please, have a seat, Hughie." She offered politely.

"No thanks. I need to go to breakfast, so I'd like to make this quick." His hands were in his pockets, and his body leaning on one leg, emphasizing his boredom.

Mr. Stone cleared his throat. "We've been talking about moving your classes around.."

"Why?" His cracking voice snapped.

"We've noticed that.. I believe that your friends aren't the best influence on you." Stone took a deep breath, looking to the principal for assistance.

"After speaking to your teachers I learned that you do exceptionally well when you aren't paired up with one of your friends. If it's a test, or a solo project, your work is incredible. No matter what the subject is, you exceed in every class.. but when you have a project you have to present to a class, in your classes you have with a student named (Reader), you disrupt the day by presenting very odd topics. And when you work with (Reader), you mess around the entire time or create chaos." The principal was referring to two specific instances; Hughie's presentation on how WW2 was responsible for the creation of hentai, and the science fair project he worked on with (Reader) trying to prove that Birds weren't real. Both times he chose the topics just to see (Reader's) face light up.

"Hugh, you're an incredibly bright young man. We want to see you excel." Mr. Stone pleaded.

"I'm not moving up. I'm staying in my classes. We haven't caused any major disruptions that could have interfered with other students learning, and may I remind you that we both got an A minus on that science fair project?" He turned to leave, done with dealing with adults he knew he was smarter than. "And if you move around my classes, I'll go to the superintendent, and the school board. You're discriminating against my fellow students because you believe them to be stupid."

"We never said-"

"I'm not an idiot. They're bad examples on me because we have fun? That isn't the argument you think it is."

"Mr. Gressler, come back here-"

"Unless I'm in trouble, then no. You aren't allowed to prevent me from having breakfast. And if you continue I'll call my mother." Hughie was cold, indifferent. He knew what they were saying, but it was the exact same shit he'd been hearing since he was three years old. He's special, so he's not allowed to act his age.

He left the office and stomped towards the cafeteria. He knew they wouldn't stop embarrassing themselves, but he also refused to back down.

Inside the lunch hall, (Reader) was having a battle with the boys, construction French toast sticks into action figures with pretzel sticks. The sight of (Reader) focused on the fight made Hughie feel funny, releasing an eruption of butterflies. It was okay if he continued lying to his friends, because he could continue playing with them like this.

"Dude, I got you some!" (Reader) held out a plate. They had no idea how much Hughie loved them.

His smile fell, feeling suddenly very hot.

"Dude, you okay?" Everett asked out of concern. "Did you get in trouble or something?"

Hughie couldn't answer, taking the plate silently while avoiding eye contact. Quickly shoving in pretzel crackers like nails, he constructed his own breakfast warrior. "FEEL MY WRATH, LOSERS!"

The friends instantly forgot about their worrying, watching as Hughie's creation punched (Reader's) creation's head off.

It was okay if Hughie kept pretending to be a dumbass, because it was more fun that way. He would gladly sacrifice his entire future to fuck around with (Reader) for the rest of his life. He could see himself, in the future, sharing an apartment with his three amigos, working at some dead end job, playing video games every night after work. It would be better than if he went off to some college and became a lawyer.

If only he could ignore the erratic beating of his heart.

#soft yandere #gn reader #yandere fluff #yandere x reader #bad writing #not proofread #i just need to smile

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seashelldom · 1 year

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— TARDY ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

Volume One !

pairing: ao'nung x na'vi omaticaya fem!reader

genre: mentions of death, blood, guns, etc. (not as extreme as sounds.) minor spoilers.

synopsis: Y/N, you are the firstborn of the Sully family a mere one year older than Neteyam. After the fiasco with the sky people, the decision was made. You and your family were set to reach the Metkayina clan in hopes of saving your people. But, in a twist of events, your own arrival was affected by an attack. Sky people. What happens to you? Or your family?

wc: 818

a/n: first fic ! hope i do it right 😭 ao'nung isn't introduced in part 1 but he will be later on!! nevertheless, enjoy!

Crouched down I was listening to my parents quarrel in their non-stop argument and a serious one at that. Whether or not we had left our home would determine the safety of the people. Our people. ("No! This is our home!", yelled Neytiri.) I got taken aback by my mother and father arguing so I stepped back into the hands of Neteyam. His eyes were hopeful with desperation.

"When will they stop?", muttered Tuk in a drained voice. Her eyelids felt like the weight of the world was on them. ("This will protect the people! ...... Quaritch has Spi.... that kid knows everything!") Tired yourself, you picked up your little sister and entered the tent.

Both your mother and father glared at you with rage. Not for you but for each other. "Tuktirey is tired. I am tired. Everyone is tired. Save this for another night." Neytiri looked at Tuk feeling a strong wave of motherhood over her. With her instincts, she paced to you and lifted her youngest and watched shortly as she snoozed in her arms.

"There's no need to continue this another night. We're leaving for the Metkayina clan islands first thing next week.", said your Father with his roaring voice. Looking over, Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Kiri fixated on their own opinions but it all came down to it. We were headed to the islands next week.

Kiri was sitting next to me, packing all her trinkets and whatnot for the journey ahead of us. "We don't need those things if we're on banshees for days.", you said in a playfully smug tone. "We need food." Kiri just rolled her eyes to not contribute to my attempt at amusement.

Brushing off my own remark I reminded myself I was supposed to go hunt. "... That reminds me, I'm off to the forest for some meat.", you swiftly spoke before Kiri reminded you that your father said to return before eclipse.

I nodded in understanding, grabbed my bow, and walked out of the tent.

While hunting I took in the beauty of Eywa the trees and roots, some flowers blooming and some not. Breathing the fresh air of the forest before having to breathe a salty one. I just couldn't keep my mind off having to leave the forests, our home. A swift motion snapped me out of my constant sadistic thoughts. I quickly leaped on the branches of the trees surrounding me to get a better aim at the hexapod I had seen. This beast was a good catch, if I hit it, it would suffice the entire family for a good 3 days. Just when I was about to shoot it with my bow I heard something and the creature dashed away. Gun. Bullet. Shot. Blood. Dead. Loud. These thoughts were racing through my head until my moment of realization. Sky people. I sprinted with urgent panic thinking about my family. Were they still alive even? I heard many crashes and screaming. I heard my mother. Oh my god. Was she scared? Or looking for me? How is Tuk? And my siblings? When I got to the scene I was quiet and alert because I was so frightened. "They're gone, rode off on their dinosaur pets.", said one voice. I glanced for a second and saw soldier sky people, the ones my father had fought with. The ones that killed many of my people and the Hometree. Before I knew it they had left in their massive metal creature. When I ran to the tents there was no one. At least no one was alive to tell me was had happened. I dashed as fast as I could to my family's tent and there was no one in sight. Tears left my eyes as I dropped to the floor at the sight of so many of my people dead. I remembered what the sky people had said earlier. "They're gone, rode off.." My family might've been alive and well. They must've rode off at the sight of the sky people. If they weren't in the tent or forest then there was one location they would be at. The Metkayina.

#✎— 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈'𝐬 posts.#avatar #avatar 2009 #atwow #avatar way of water #avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #fanfic

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sunnynwanda · 5 months

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Could you do a story where a guard of a Supermax prison befriends a supervillain, because he treats him like a genuine human being instead of an animal; and later, all the power-dampeners suddenly fail; and all these villains just revolt against the guards; but supervillain makes sure he’s safe since he was always kind to him?

I understand if you don’t wanna write this!! 💜

Soulitary

It was silent. Excruciatingly so. Supervillain could hear his own heartbeat, the rustling of the fabric over his chest that accompanied every exhale, the strained motion of his eye ticking. He could almost feel the darkness surrounding him.

At first, it was painful. Supervillain was so reliant on his powers that getting deprived of them physically hurt him. His limbs were too heavy, his chest too stiff, and his body too weak. He couldn't move for a fortnight and barely ate anything until he had lost enough weight to be able to lift his body off the floor. Movement, as limited as it was in his cage, seemed to keep him sane.

The pain subsided, drifting into the back of his mind over time.

He adapted to the constant darkness of his cell, too. The initial nightmares of horrible creatures lurking in the dark no longer occupied his shattered dreams. There were no monsters with long claws and cold, slimy fingers reaching for his neck, looking to choke the last breath out of him. No, there were no monsters in his cage. The monsters were outside. Patrolling the corridors, mocking the beasts they were ordered to guard, spitting at them and laughing like hyenas, beating up anyone who dared to answer. Supervillain learned to tune out their voices and ignore their sneering remarks.

But human nature is a terrifying thing. Supervillain got used to the weakness weighing him down. It was not as difficult to lift his head or hold a spoon to eat whatever animal food he was getting fed anymore. He came to terms with the absence of sunlight as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness. He even went so far as to condition himself to tolerate inhumane treatment.

The only thing he could not adjust to was the isolation. Solitary confinement. The actual worst they could have done to Supervillain, who adored the confused commotion of his big family. He thrived in chaotic environments, where people talked over each other, laughed out loud and always had something to add to the conversation.

Conversation. That was what Supervillain was bereaved of. And he felt it - the need, the yearning of human connection. As little as a hello would be enough. Just a word that was truly uttered – not conjured by his frenzied consciousness.

When he first hears the gentle knock on his door, he doesn't believe his ears. The guards never ask for permission, they barge right in, not dignifying the captives with boundaries. Animals deserve no respect. Thus, Supervillain waits, allowing his eyelids to drop again. He doesn't know why he bothers to open them in the first place when it's pitch black around him, regardless.

The knock comes again, this time louder. Then he hears a hushed voice. "I'm coming in."

When no reply follows, the Guard (Supervillain assumes it must be a new one) turns the key, pushing the door halfway open and entering the cell.

"God, why is it so dark? I can't even see where I'm stepping... Ouch!" He springs back upon stepping on Supervillain's foot and crouches down to place the bowl of food on the floor. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't see."

With his hands now free, the Guard reaches for the flashlight on his belt and turns it on. Supervillain has to cover his eyes - he did not remember light hurting this much - squinting despite his hand obstructing it. It takes him a few moments to adjust, then he wipes the tears off and focuses his gaze on the Guard in front of him. Too young for this miserable place, he thinks to himself while his captor studies him. It's only when their eyes lock, that the Guard comes to his senses, apologising profusely.

"I am so sorry! I did not see you there. I mean, it's hard to see anything in such darkness, but still. My bad." Supervillain is too stunned to react for a number of reasons. Since when did the guards apologise? It was part of the job to inflict suffering on their subjects. Did this one not complete the training? Or was this a trap? Was he acting deft to catch Supervillain off-guard and wound him unexpectedly?

The Guard, however, keeps rambling. "I thought you would be asleep when you did not answer. It's not an excuse though. I should have checked. That's part of my job, is it not? Ah, you probably wouldn't know." He runs a hand over his face, clearly distressed. Supervillain is amused and too shocked to react. That's the most talking he has heard in months, and a part of him desperately demands to answer. The Guard rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Anyways, here's your food. I don't exactly know what that is, but you're so skinny, you should eat it."

Supervillain's mind is screaming at him, begging his mouth to talk, to say something – anything. God, move! Talk, god damn you, a word, any word!

But before he can squeeze out said word, the Guard waves him goodbye and locks the door, leaving him alone.

He never touches the food, too consumed by the incident to think about anything other than the ray of light – literally and figuratively –that walked into the solitude of his cage. He spends the next several hours in feverish dreams bordering reality until the morning arrives, poisoning him with a blood-curdling idea that the Guard was nothing but a figment of his own imagination – a chimaera created by his delusional mind. Yet, despite his best efforts to convince himself it was an illusion, his memory opposes, bringing forth every detail of the interaction – albeit one-sided – that he managed to engrave in his brain.

Supervillain is still deep in deliberation when a knock on the door attracts his attention. He freezes, breath hitching in his throat as he waits with desperation for it to come again. It does not. Instead, the key turns in the lock, and the door screeches open.

"I'm going to turn the light on, if you don't mind," the Guard warns. Supervillain is dumb enough to nod in the dark. "Here we go."

He flicks the switch outside the cell door; the bulbs buzz worriedly, and light floods the ascetic room. Supervillain looks around, seeing his dungeon for the first time. He notices his blanket in the corner and the untouched bowl from yesterday.

"Hey, you didn't eat at all! Is everything alright?" The Guard chimes into his thoughts. His voice is laced with concern that feels foreign in this place. When Supervillain shakes his head, the Guard smiles – the room, somehow, becomes brighter. "It's bad, isn't it?"

Supervillain nods, and the Guard chuckles, placing a new hot bowl in front of him. He looks up in surprise and is met with a shrug. "Figured it might taste better hot."

The expectant gaze of the Guard is the only reason he reaches for the bowl. It's as shitty as before, but it warms his insides. He hums in appreciation, taking another spoonful. The Guard smiles again, now more cheerful. "Should I leave the lights on? Or do you like it dark?"

Supervillain finally finds his voice. "Light. Thank you."

The Guard nods before exiting, and Supervillain curses himself for not saying more. He should have talked, for god's sake. This is the first person to treat him like a human being for the past eight months, and all he could muster were three words.

He feels pathetic. This wasn't him, not really. The true Supervillain was voluble, articulate with his words and emotions and loud. Very, very loud. He loved the attention it earned him, loved being on stage. Performance was part of his persona, his public image of a supervillain. The presentation was what gained him the fame. The same fame that led him here. Alas, he sighs, leaning his back on the wall.

At least he has light now.

***

It's been almost four months since Supervillain's confinement changed - the granted light and occasional conversation made his exile from society feel less strenuous. His Guard would come in once a day, as per the rules. Aside from that, he gained a habit of sitting outside his door after the evening rounds, telling Supervillain about his day or the news. His cheerful voice would catch Supervillain off-guard at first, but he grew accustomed to it, as well as to the daily dose of prison gossip. The people in the city were dejected - mass arrests that were supposed to bring peace to the streets had a reverse effect. Supervillain couldn't help the foul smile this knowledge brought to his face. He did not comment.

After two weeks of talking to the wall, the Guard was ready to give up. He had promised himself he would stop trying after the fourteenth night, which ended up being the night Supervillain replied. It was a short comment on the newly installed power dampeners that were to substitute the old ones. Supervillain pointed out that the old ones were more than efficient, leaving him drained of strength and energy. The Guard then asked if that was the reason he was so skinny, and so the conversation flowed. Supervillain told him about the thorny months of his captivity, how it took him countless days and nights to submit to the unfamiliar weakness.

During one of the many conversations that followed, they talked about his past, the origin of his unnatural power and the reasons for his incarceration. Supervillain never denied being dangerous – he embraced it gladly, though he never used his power against innocent civilians. Sure, he had committed his fair share of crimes, as regarded by the authorities, irrespective of his cause. But there were worse things he could do.

The Guard told him of his past dreams and aspirations, all of which were crushed when he lost his parents and had to step up to provide for his younger siblings. He came from a household where no one got left behind, and Supervillain finally understood where his kindness stemmed from.

One day, when the Guard came from the last round, Supervillain was the first to speak. They sat on the opposite sides of the door, back to back and separated by thick metal, yet connected stronger than before.

"So, will you be leaving soon?" Supervillain fails to mask the melancholy in his voice. So much for being supportive!

The Guard pauses for a long moment before shaking his head no. Supervillain can't see him, but the reply is clear as day. "Your brother's graduating next month, is he not? You can stop working here and search for a new job. More suitable for you."

"I can't," his voice comes softer than a rustle. He presses a clammy hand to his forehead to calm the burn beneath his skin.

"Why?" In all honesty, Supervillain does not want him to answer. He doesn't want him to go either, but keeping him here feels blasphemous. Despite the cell draining his life force and loneliness ravaging what's left, Supervillain would rather be forlorn again than allow his friend to waste his youth here.

"I can't, Supervillain," the Guard repeats, even lower now, not trusting his voice to speak louder.

Supervillain curses under his breath. "Why not?

Do not say what I think you're going to say, they plead. I don't think I have the strength to alienate you or push you away to make you go.

"Because I won't leave you here alone." The Guard gets up, walking away to avoid being lectured on the stupidity of his reason. He lacks the nerve to be any bolder.

He doesn't return until later at night. Supervillain is stiff against the door when he hears approaching footsteps and shuffling. Then comes the soft voice. "I'm sorry."

Supervillain sighs, rubbing his eyebrows to ease the tension. "You did nothing wrong." The claim is met with silence, so he adds. "Apart from getting attached to the wrong person, that is."

The Guard chuckles, shaking his head and bringing his knees to his chest. "Are you the wrong person?"

"I'm a convicted criminal." A fact he had to remind himself daily when he first got here. You are a convicted criminal, and the guards will treat you as such. Except the treatment was far worse than that, until his new friend showed up.

"Doesn't mean you're evil," the Guard chimes into his thoughts, dragging him back to the present.

"You don't know me," he notes, though it's not entirely true.

The Guard smiles, leaning forward and placing his chin on his knees to rest his neck as he mumbles. "I think I know more than anyone else."

***

The wailing of the sirens forces Supervillain awake in the most unsettling way. The alarm lights under the ceiling flicker red, alerting him further. He springs to his feet with a speed he hasn't had in a long time and then stops in his tracks because it strikes him. The overwhelming force that hits him right in the middle of his chest, spreading all over his body, obstructing his lungs with suffocating constrictions, rushing through his veins and reaching the tips of his fingers and toes to erupt in sparkles of sheer unrestrained raging power. It's surreal. All-consuming. Galvanising. He revels in the agitation that washes over him, wave after wave. His senses are overstimulated and raw.

He feels lightheaded as he attempts to focus his eyes on his prickling fingers. It takes him a moment to identify the cacophony of sounds outside.

And then the realisation dawns on him.

The power dampeners are off.

In a prison with the worst criminals of the damn century. He closes his eyes to tune out the noise and think, but his mind is too frantic to concentrate. The moment the inmates realise their powers are back, all hell will break loose. Supervillain knows they will revolt. He would, too – after spending months being treated worse than an animal.

The Guard. The image flashes through his thoughts so fast it almost burns him. With renewed anxiety, he bangs on the door. There's no response, and the ideas running through his head coat his stomach with dread, hot and muggy. He knows it's about to get dirty, and, in all honesty, those guards deserve it. But not his Guard. Not him. Anyone but him.

He presses his palms against the door, channelling all his fears and worries into heating the metal till it melts under his fingers. It drips down to his feet, forming a pool. When the lock is soft enough, he whips the door open, but as he is about to step outside, someone crushes into his chest, pushing him back and shutting the door behind them.

He lets out a sigh of relief as the Guard presses his back to the door, holding it closed.

"That's not going to work."

"Please don't go out there!"

They speak at the same time, and Supervillain can't help the smirk that fights its way to his face. "Scared I'll harm your friends?"

"I'm scared they'll hurt you." His eyes are enormous as he stares up at Supervillain, who looks much healthier now. He looks alive. His skin is no longer grey, his lips and cheeks are coloured in pink hues, and even his eyes sparkle with new vigour. He takes hold of Guard's shoulders, pinning him further against the door to stabilise his shaking form.

"Stay here. Be quiet." The Guard shakes his head no, grasping Supervillain’s arms with an unspoken plea. Supervillain softens. "It's okay. I will keep you safe. I promise."

With that, he moves the Guard to the side and exits the cell, sitting down against the door – roles reversed from hours before. From time to time, the Guard hears people come and run the moment they spot Supervillain's menacing form.

It's only four hours later that the military arrives, clearing the area and arresting the surviving prisoners. As they bring order to the facility, checking floor after floor Supervillain opens the door. He is met by a tear-stained face and hard stare of his Guard. Supervillain huffs out a laugh and draws him into an embrace before pushing him out the door.

"Try not to forget me when you leave," he jokes half-heartedly, but the Guard shakes his head with surprising firmness.

"I will get you out of here no matter what it costs me."

He never steps foot in the prison again but manages to keep his oath three months later. When Supervillain exits the gates with release papers in hand, he does not expect to be met by a mixed bunch of his siblings and strangers who all seem to be acquainted. It's moments later that he notices another familiar face he failed to spot for lack of the usual uniform. He shakes his head with a cheeky smile and rushes towards the kindest people in his life.

Supervillain never has to endure silence or solitude again.

Alright, there's a lot to unpack here :) First of all, thank you for the wonderful request. It turned out longer than expected, as well as took me longer to finish, but then again, the idea deserved to be worked on. I enjoyed crafting this story immensly. So thanks for that as well. I know other writers have been doing the request too but avoided reading their stories to keep mine clear of influences.

I hope you enjoy this despite the delay. Once again, thank you! xo Sunny

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sunshineshobi18 · 1 year

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You Don't Look At Me (prologue)

words: 3.9k pairing: Joel x female!OC, Tess x female!OC, Tess x Joel cw: weapons, mention of death, strong language, injury, honestly it's all pretty mild, spoilers for ep 2? summary: During one of their runs Joel and Tess find a little thief snooping around their stuff, they didn't realise how completely their lives would change with the new addition to their "family"

note: I got some requests to do a part 2 to the other fic, but before I do that (which I am planning to do, but I'm not promising anything) I just wanted to write about how Lori met Joel and Tess and why Joel acts the way he does around her.

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“Goddamnit, Tess.”

Tess turned around and chuckled, watching Joel crouched over with sweat beating down his face. His chest rose and fell rather rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. “As long as you don’t get bit, old man.”

“You’re proud of that one, huh?” Joel asked straightening back up. He couldn’t help but smile a little as he watched Tess turn away from him with a smile of her own on her face. She went back to scanning their surroundings, making sure they had gotten rid of all the infected that had spotted them. “I think we’re in the clear,” he added after a quick scan of his own—making sure he looked over all the places Tess wasn’t watching.

“Seems like it—”

“Hey!” Joel yelled, causing Tess to be alert. Just over Tess’ shoulder, Joel watched as someone was rummaging through their backpacks that were abandoned on the ground for a while as they fought the infected. “Get away from our stuff!” he demanded before watching the small figure run into the building near them.

With just a shared look, Tess and Joel grabbed their stuff and ran into the house—no words exchanged. They both had their guns at the ready in case someone or something wanted to come for them.

The lingering sound of a door being closed echoed from the top floor down to the entrance Joel and Tess found themselves. Joel had just caught a glimpse of the thief’s shadow on the wall, directing him where to go. Slowly making his way up the stairs, he glanced over his shoulder telling Tess to stay as quiet as possible. With a nod from the woman, they continued towards the door that Joel thought the person entered. “I’ll go in first,” he mouthed. “Cover me.” Tess nodded, pointing her gun down the hallway to make sure no one was going to sneak up on them.

Joel tried to open the door softly, but with even the softest push, the door swung open. He held his gun up, barely scanning the room when he found his thief in the corner of the room.

She was just a little girl, eyes wide and fixated on his every move, yet her small hands still moved the food she had stolen from the duo towards her mouth. She quickly took a bite, not breaking eye contact with the tall man in front of her. She must be scared Joel thought, but he couldn’t help but realise she did a good job at hiding it.

“Hey,” Joel spoke in an exhale and steadily lowered his gun. “You hungry?” The girl only nodded with rigid motions and watched as Joel started moving towards her.

“Don’t!” His voice jumped in volume as he watched the girl reach out for a gun that laid on the floor just out of arm reach. With swift movements, Joel placed his foot on the weapon and kicked it back, behind him. The little girl cowered further into the corner of the room, making Joel sigh. “If you need food, I can give you some. There’s more where that came from.”

Before the girl could even react, Tess walked into the room. “There’s no one in the build— Who’s this?” Once Tess spotted the girl, her voice softened from confusion. She hadn’t expected a little girl all on her own.

“Our thief,” Joel chuckled, but quickly straightened his face when Tess inspected the girl with serious eyes. “She seemed to be hungry—”

“Where are your parents?” Tess asked, interrupting Joel. Tess’ voice wasn’t per se kind, but it was less rough then when she spoke to other adults. That much Joel could notice.

The girl didn’t answer, but her eyes moved to the other corner of the room. Joel and Tess followed the girl’s gaze until they noticed a built in closet. One of the doors was partly open and both of them could see the grimey, greyed flesh of two left arms hanging out the closet. A collective gasp left the two adults as their eyes turned to the little girl.

“What’s your name?” Joel asked, trying to ignore the presence of two dead bodies in the same room as him. He had seen and experienced worse, but imagining what the whole story must’ve been was something he didn’t want to think about.

“Mommy told me never to tell my name to strangers.” It was the first time the girl spoke and probably had spoken in a while. Her voice was hoarse to the point it sounded painful.

“Your mom is a very smart woman,” Tess said with a soft voice, trying not to scare the girl.

Joel crouched down to eye level with the girl and nodded to her as if coaxing her to look at him. “We can take you with us—”

“Joel,” Tess called in a scolding manner. He looked up to her to find her motioning him to follow her with her head. Joel smiled stiffly at the girl, before following Tess outside the room. “Are you insane, Joel? We can’t fucking take her! She’ll die out there.”

“She’ll die in here, Tess,” Joel retaliated firmly. His voice was unwavering just as were his eyes. “Look,” he began, letting her know he was about to reason with her. “We’ll take her back to the QZ. We find her a place she can stay—”

“We can’t just prance through the front gate of the QZ with a little girl. They’ll kill her on sight and us, because we shouldn’t be out here in the first place! I would rather have her die here with her family than have her killed under our responsibility.”

“I think it’s too late for that already. She’s been here for a while.” Joel raised his brows as if telling her “you know this too”, making Tess sigh in response and throw her head back. “Those bodies aren’t just a day old and I don’t want to open that closet, but I know that those people turned before she had to kill them.”

Tess looked back at Joel, her brows turned into a frown. “Since when did you start being a father again?”

“That is not what this is,” Joel clarified. Something in his tone telling Tess to bring up such things again. “I know you don’t want to leave this girl here alone either.”

“What if she’s infected?”

“You’ll check her over and if she’s okay we’ll take her to the QZ.”

“Okay and what after we get back in? She won’t be there officially. Legally. If they find her, she’ll be dead.”

“You know people. With your connections—”

“Joel.” Once again, Tess spoke with a tone to warn him about continuing to talk.

“Tess,” Joel called her, mimicking her tone. He moved closer ever so slightly and placed his hand on her forearm. His grip was soft, barely there and he looked at her with soft eyes. “I know you can do this. We can’t leave her here.”

Tess pressed her eyes closed as if she needed a second to wrap her mind around what had just happened and how this would affect them. Joel removed his arm from hers and took a step back, watching her contemplate everything they had done up until now. Joel knew what they were about to do wasn’t ideal, but he couldn’t leave the girl on her own after knowing she was starving and had spent several days locked up in a room with her dead parents.

By the time Joel had come to terms with the situation himself, he found that Tess had already joined the little girl back in the room.

“Lori.” Joel had missed the conversation that happened before this, but realised that they had just learned the name of the small girl.

“Do you know how old you are?”

“Seven.” Tess smiled and nodded at the girl, but Joel could easily tell she was trying to hide her surprise and frankly horror at finding out the girl’s age.

Seven and already had to kill her family. Joel wished Lori’s parents were horrible people. That forcing a child to kill her parents wasn’t for nothing—beside the obvious reason for them being infected.

“And you’re sure you don’t have any bites on you?” Tess asked whilst double checking the girl’s limbs. Lori nodded with wide eyes as she watched the tall woman. There was something akin to wonder in her eyes. She didn’t seem scared at all. “Do you want to come with me and Joel? I promise you, where we’re going, there is more food.” Tess smiled sadly as her words seemed to peak Lori’s interest. “It’s not much, but it’s more than you can find here.”

Lori stood up with the help of Tess, holding the tiny bit of beef jerky she had stolen tightly in her fist. They started moving towards the door where Joel stood waiting on them, when Lori stopped and stared at the closet. “What about my mommy and daddy?”

Joel and Tess had never found each other's gazes so quickly then when Lori uttered those words. “Well,” Tess began as she must’ve realised Joel didn’t know what to say in such situations. “They’re at peace here. Together. I’m sure they would love for you to go somewhere safe.”

Lori nodded hesitantly before turning sharply at Joel. Without a second glance, the little girl walked out the room and down the stairs with the two adults following her in silence.

It was crazy to Joel, how this little girl was able to cope with the world crumbling apart around her. Maybe it was because she didn’t know any better. Because the worst had already happened to her. It couldn’t be real to see a seven year old laugh and joke around with a woman 4-5 times her age after having been found only 3 hours before stealing food to survive and sitting in a room where she had killed her infected parents.

An amused chuckle coming from Tess, took Joel out of his trance. “I’m not supposed to like you, kid.” Joel watched as Lori’s brows turned down in confusion.

“Why not?”

Tess gave the girl a pat on her back, closing the bottle of water she had shared with her. “Because we’ll probably not see each other much when you get to the people who’ll take care of you.”

If it was possible, Lori’s frown would become more pronounced. It was as if the way those words left Tess’ mouth so easily affected the girl. She eyed Tess before glancing at Joel for a second and then refocused her gaze on Tess. “Am I not staying with you two?”

“Well, me and Joel aren’t home a lot. We have to work and aren’t always in the QZ. It’ll be hard to take care of you when we’re not home that often.”

“Oh,” Lori said softly. She looked down in her lap before nodding. “Will you at least come see me when you aren’t working?”

Tess smiled and patted the girl’s back again. “Of course.”

“Fucking—” Tess ducked her head to the side as the impact of the shot reverbrated from her left side. She looked up with a scowl, watching Lori walk up to her with a grin. “Are you trying to kill me?”

Lori holstered her gun before crouching down. She tore a piece of fabric from a dirty shirt she found laying around and wound it around Tess’ leg. While securing the fabric Lori glanced to Tess’ left side, just behind her on the floor. “I've got a pretty good aim,” she chuckled and focussed on finishing up the makeshift bandage around the older woman’s thigh. Tess looked behind her to see a clicker on the floor. Bullet hole right between where its eyes should be.

“Don’t get cocky on me now,” Tess warned the girl, trying not to show her a smile. Lori saw through her though, she always did.

Some shuffling sounded from behind the two as Lori pulled Tess back on her feet. “Are you done with your girl talk? We need to hurry up before it gets too dark.”

Lori looked back at Tess with an amused smirk. The older of the two hadn’t caught the smirk yet, until Lori spoke, “what a buzzkill.” Tess hit the younger girl on her shoulder, but tried to stifle her laugh as she watched Joel mumble under his breath.

“Don’t get on his bad side now,” Tess warned, limping slightly behind the two. The cut in her leg wasn’t too deep, yet it still stung. She had gone through worse, though.

“I think I already am,” Lori joked as she wrapped herself around Joel’s arm. “He doesn’t like me very much.”

“I’m sure that’s not true—”

“She’s right,” Joel interrupted Tess and shrugged the girl off his arm. Lori just laughed, leaving Joel to roll his eyes.

“Didn’t you see, though? I shot that clicker and saved Tess’ life!”

“Still don’t know why we gave you a gun,” Joel muttered.

“What? I just said I saved her life!”

Tess rolled her eyes, skipping a little to get between the two. She looked at the young girl before mouthing, “leave it.”

Lori rolled her eyes and this time Tess could tell the girl’s mood dropped. “I’m just letting you know you owe me.”

“I know I do,” Tess said to try and lighten the mood, but from that point on Lori—and Joel—stayed silent.

They arrived at Joel’s apartment in the QZ a few hours later. Joel crashed onto the couch while Lori sat down at the small kitchen table that was so wobbly, it got everyone wondering when it would break apart. The girl laid her head down on the table, closing her eyes as if she would fall asleep there.

“Kiddo,” Tess called out for Lori, who only hummed in response. “You said I owed you right?” Lori squinted her eyes questioningly at Tess before realising what she was holding in her hand.

“Wow! Where did you find this?” Lori took the book of sudokus from Tess and Tess could see the glimmers of excitement light up Lori’s eyes.

“Found it in that house where you saved me from that clicker. It’s partly filled in, but I’m sure there’s plenty you can still do.” Tess leaned in closer, pointing at something on the cover. “It says advanced, as well. I’m sure these will keep you occupied for a couple of weeks.”

“A couple of days maybe,” Lori muttered, but she was still happy beyond belief. “Thank you Tess!” The girl jumped up from her seat and launched herself onto Tess. The latter chuckled awkwardly, but let Lori hug her.

Tess found out rather quickly after they found Lori and took her to the QZ that the girl was really smart. Besides already being fairly mature for her age, the girl seemed to be a real problem solver—literally. The second she learned how sudokus were solved—she learned this from one of the men that worked for Tess—Lori would spend every minute she could solving them. As she got older, she did them less often. Not only were the books a rare thing to find, but she had also gotten so good at them that she would finish the easy ones within only a minute or two.

“What’s so fun about those little number games anyway?” Tess and Lori turned their heads to Joel, who had uttered the question with annoyance in his tone.

“I’m not surprised you don’t know that it’s called a sudoku, which isn’t a game,” Lori answered through gritted teeth. Joel just rolled his eyes and got more comfortable on the couch. “They’re puzzles,” the young girl added, “and you’re probably too stupid to solve them.”

“Lori!” Tess gasped before she watched Joel swing his legs down the couch and glower at the teen.

“You do not talk to me like that. Understood?” Joel’s voice was low and steady. It would make anyone cower, but Lori didn’t even flinch. She returned Joel’s scowl and for the first time Tess felt nervous seeing the two act the way they did.

“No,” Lori answered unwavering which caused Joel to boil over and stand up, anger clearly consuming his figure.

Tess quickly jumped between the two, pushing herself back into Joel so he couldn’t get closer to Lori. She knew Joel wouldn’t hurt her, but she wasn’t sure what else he would do and she wasn’t about to find out. “Okay, you two can stop this,” Tess told them with a nervous quiver in her voice. She wasn’t afraid of Joel, nor was she afraid of the young girl she had been taking care of for multiple years, but it was the foreign situation that was unfolding that caught her slipping from her usual collected demeanour. “I don’t know why you are so hostile towards each other today, but let’s just stop this now.”

Lori grabbed her puzzle book from the table, stuffed it in her bag and pulled the strap of her bag over her shoulder. “He fucking started it,” she mumbled, holding Joel’s stare.

“Let’s not handle this like children—”

“I am a kid, Tess!” The older of the two women watched as Lori’s eyes shifted to Joel. She could tell Lori was biting back her words before she looked back at Tess. The look in the girl’s eyes told Tess she felt betrayed that she, Tess, was taking Joel’s side and Tess wanted nothing more than to assure the girl that that wasn’t the case, but Lori spoke before she could say anything, “I’m heading home.”

Without another word, Lori turned around and disappeared behind the front door of Joel’s apartment, likely going back to Tess’ place. Tess sighed in disappointment before turning around to face Joel. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Joel mumbled something under his breath before laying back down on the couch.

“I know Lori isn’t your daughter. I know she isn’t Sarah—”

“Don’t bring her up,” Joel warned, opening his left eye to glare at Tess.

“Lori isn’t your kid, but she’s still a kid and that gives you no reason to treat her like shit.” Tess’ voice was full of disappointment and somewhere beneath the worry she carried for Lori and her relationship with Joel, there was anger. Anger towards the stupidity of it all. “I don’t know why you’re suddenly acting like this. I just don’t get it.”

Joel sighed and sat up on the couch, leaving room for Tess to sit down next to him if she pleased. “Seven years ago we said we’d bring Lori to a family who would take care of her. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want a 14 year old following us around with a gun and making our jobs 10 times harder.”

Tess frowned at the nonsense Joel was spitting. “What the fuck are you even saying? Seven years ago you insisted on bringing Lori here. You gave me no way out and I did everything I could to give her a family, but it didn’t work out. Now she’s my family and I’m getting a little pissed off with how you are treating her.”

“Next time, let’s leave her in the QZ when we go out, she’s a danger to us,” Joel said as if trying to change the subject. Tess, however, noticed Joel’s gaze lower to the bloody bandage around her leg and it was like a lightbulb turned on inside her head.

“This?” she asked incredulously, motioning at her leg. “The kid fucking saved me, Joel! If it weren’t for her, that clicker would’ve gotten to me.”

Joel jumped up from his seat and moved close to Tess. “What if she missed? What if she shot you instead? I should have saved you! I am the one that should keep you safe!” he yelled, emphasising the I’s by pointing at his chest.

Before Joel could register the sting on the side of his face, Tess was already storming out of his apartment. “You selfish bastard,” she muttered as she gathered her stuff. “Lori and I don’t need you. It’s you who needs us and you fucking know it. So get a grip.” The door shut with a loud bang.

“Huh—”

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s just me,” Tess whispered as she climbed into bed with Lori. She softly tucked Lori’s long locks of hair behind her ear and felt her heart break when she saw her tear stained cheeks. “You can go back to sleep,” she told the girl, who immediately buried her face underneath her chin.

The two usually never were this touchy. It only happened once before that they hugged like this. It was a day that Tess promised never to talk about again, knowing how much it affected Lori. If it were for Lori, however, they would be closer, physically and emotionally. Tess just didn’t want to get too attached—it was already too late for that. The thought in the back of her mind lingering. Wondering how many days they would be able to spend together in this hellish world. Even though they spent seven whole years together, Tess was still worried she might lose Lori or Lori might lose her. If anything happened she would like it to be the latter of the two options.

“I didn’t know what I did for him to hate me.”

“You didn’t do anything—”

“Clearly I did.”

Tess sighed, pulling the girl closer. “Joel doesn’t hate you,” she said, trying to comfort her in a soft voice. She chuckled a little as she said, “he’s just being a bit of a dick.”

“That’s an understatement,” Lori mumbled into Tess’ shirt, causing the older woman to laugh warmly. “It’s just that I see all these families in the QZ and outside that, despite everything, care for each other and then I look at my d— Joel and,” Lori started to stumble over her words and Tess could feel her face heating up against the skin of her neck. “He— My real father is dead, I don’t mean— Joel… I just want him to not hate me. I—”

Tess waited for Lori to continue, but she stopped talking completely. With a sad smile, not visible to Lori, Tess stroked the girl’s hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know he’ll come around—”

“Let’s just sleep.”

A sigh escaped Tess’ lips and she nodded. “Goodnight, love.”

As Lori slept in Tess’ arms, Tess thought about all the things she wanted to yell at Joel for. Her mind kept wandering back to the last words she yelled at Joel. “Lori and I don’t need you,” she remembered herself telling him. And it was true. But she also realised that Lori just wanted him. Moreover, she wanted Joel to want her. She wanted to be someone special in his life with the false hope he had given her when he insisted on bringing her to the QZ.

When Tess and Joel had found Lori, alone in that house, it was the first and last time both Tess and Lori had seen the fear, the love and the care of a father in Joel’s eyes. And that would continue to be true for Tess, because she wouldn’t be alive to see that shift again when Ellie—the girl she’d still be able to meet before her death—would start to mean something to Joel. Tess also wouldn’t be alive to see the betrayal and torment that would cause Lori.

Because all that Lori would ever want is for Joel to care.

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Sidekick rammed into Villain, setting them both onto an off-balanced stumble into a food cart, where they collapsed in a heap.

Villain stood, dusting off his three piece suit. If he wasn't in his Civillian attire he would have retaliated much worse than the ensuing "Who the fuck are you?"

"S-s-sidekick?" The girl was suited and masked. On further inspection, he saw that her hands were cut and she had a bruise forming on her chin.

"You don't sound too sure of that," Villain said. He stared down at the girl- she couldn't be older than fourteen.

"Sidekick," she said again, more sure of herself. Sidekick backed up further into the wall. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you."

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen," she blurted. Then, seeing his look of disbelief, said, "but it's okay, Hero is usually with me when I go out. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes I'm alone because he- never mind, I saw you and I just really really need your help."

"You need my help?"

"Yes."

"With?"

"I need you to hide me or something."

Sidekick hugged her knees. She looked so vulnerable. Villains lips twisted into a confused frown. Even out of the suit he wasn't exactly the best liked person out there. In fact, he had several suits against him for tax evasion, though they never could seem to catch him what with the exorbitant amounts of money he threw at the feds.

"Or something," he repeated. Villain crouched so that he was eye level with Sidekick. "Why me?"

She mulled it over for a moment before she settled on, "you're rich and shady."

At that, Villain sputtered, "I am not shady."

He didn't deny the rich part.

"You are so shady, dude." She nodded solemly, a 'there there, it's all right' sort of consolation.

"Fine. Whatever. Who am I hiding you from?" He looked mildly annoyed now, and Sidekick bit her lip. She muttered something unintelligible. "What?"

She muttered again.

"Kid, I can't hear a thing you're saying."

"I need you to hide me from Hero," she said louder. Villain almost fell over.

"From... Hero?"

She nodded. "You're the only one who can, I've seen the way you lose the feds and the... whoever else."

Villain didn't want to do it. He really didn't want to. But she looked so... sad. He didn't like it, and when Villain didn't like something, he fixed it. So he took her home, gave her a room and clothes before they sat down to talk.

Sidekick was unmasked when she came into the study. Villain glanced up. She looked frustratingly familiar, though he couldn't place it.

A fresh bruise anointed her cheek, glaring him in the face. It was an extension of the mark he had seen on her chin. This wasn't from a nighttime scrabble.

"Who?"

She shook her head and said she couldn't tell him. Villain asked again. He had a few guesses with the way she fidgeted with her fingers and avoided looking him in the eye.

He eyed the necklace she wore, a dog tag with her name and date of birth.

"I'm a Foster kid," she explained. "They set up a system where we had to wear these for in case."

It hit him then.

"You're Alias."

"Yeah." She fidgeted more with the dog tag. "Hero is fostering me, but-"

Villain made a motion with his hand for her to keep talking. She shook her head.

"Well, since its out there," Villain mused at finally knowing Hero's identity, "I should mention I'm Villain."

Sidekick looked unsurprised.

"Did you know?"

"Yes."

"Lovely. Go to bed, I'll deal with your situation."

In the morning, Sidekick woke to news of Hero dying from a heart attack. She went down to breakfast where Villain was reading a newspaper.

"Good morning."

"You killed him."

"He was an abusive shit." Villain sipped his coffee. "It was warranted."

Sidekick didn't argue.

She opened her mouth, but Villain beat her to it. "You can stay for as long as you'd like, Kid. I'll have paperwork drawn up so I don't catch a case of kidnapping."

She stayed. Indefinitely.

Sidenote: Villain also imposed a nighttime adventure ban, which Sidekick tried and failed numerous times to break.

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE (see full series list here)

1993

The walls of the Hall have all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables have vanished; instead, there are about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people. Enchanted snowflakes fall gently through the air, melting before they hit the ground.

The champions enter the room, lead by Minerva, with their partners, and your eyes immediately fall on Harry, who looks like he's very focused on not tripping over his own feet. On his arm, is his fellow Gryffindor, Parvati Patil. She seems to be in her element, beaming out at everyone as they make their way up the Hall towards the top table where the judges are seated.

Cedric Diggory walks with Cho Chang, Fleur Delacour with Roger Davies, and to your shock, Viktor Krum with Hermione. She's wearing a beautiful, flowy, periwinkle blue dress and she's slicked her hair back into an elegant bun at the back of her head. She smiles nervously at you and you even notice that something's different about her smile — her front teeth are far smaller than before.

They reach the top table and you spy Percy Weasley sitting in the fifth chair at the table, looking very well-to-do as Harry takes a seat beside him.

"Why is Percy Weasley here?" You say to Minerva as she sits down beside you at your less important staff table. You wish you were up at that top table and could get a few digs in at Karkaroff, keep an eye on him, but you're stuck here instead with the rest of the teachers. "And where's Crouch?"

"He's ill, apparently," she replies, glancing up at the table. "Weasley has come as his representative."

"I can't say I'm unhappy that he's absent," you say quietly, as you pluck your menu from the table and give it a once-over. "He'd put a damper on the mood."

Minerva nods. "He is quite sour, isn't he?"

You're not quite sure what to do with your menu — there's no waiters and the plates are empty. Then, to your rescue, Dumbledore looks pointedly at his plate and says very loud and clear, "Pork chops!"

And pork chops appear. Getting the idea, everyone else starts placing their orders with their plates and food appears.

Hagrid sits beside you, gazing up at the top table before giving a small wave. Following his eye line, you see Madame Maxime return it and you can't help but smile at the exchange. How cute.

When everyone has finished eating, Dumbledore stands up and motions for everyone to do the same. With a wave of his hand, all the tables are pushed up against the walls, then he conjures up a stage along the right wall, various instruments set on it.

The Weird Sisters troop onto stage, dressed in black robes that are artfully ripped and tattered and torn, and pick up their instruments. The champions and their partners stand up, and you catch Harry tripping over his dress robes as he stands up, before walking out onto the floor with Parvati.

The champions dance for about half a minute before Dumbledore steps out onto the floor, taking Madame Maxime with him. He's so dwarfed by her that the top of his pointy hat is just barely brushing the tip of her chin.

You extend your hand out to Minerva, bowing lowly with the other behind your back. "Care for a dance?"

She places he hand on yours, smiling, leading you gracefully out onto the floor. By now, nearly everyone has joined in and is dancing together on the floor. Even Moody is doing an extremely clumsy two-step with Professor Vector, who is nervously avoiding his wooden leg. You raise your eyebrows at her as you pass and she gives a look that suggests she'd rather jump off the Astronomy Tower than continue dancing with Moody.

You have quite an enjoyable night, swapping partners every dance and dancing with nearly every teacher in the school, except for Snape, Moody, and Karkaroff, who you warily avoid like the plague — but who also seem to be avoiding the dance floor entirely.

Out of breath, you make your way outside for some fresh air, loitering beside the freshly trimmed rose bushes that are glittering with fairy lights. You bend down slightly and bring one rose to your nose, inhaling its sweet flowery scent, when you hear a voice that positively grates your ears.

"...don't see what there is to fuss about, Igor."

"Severus, you cannot pretend this isn't happening!" Comes Karkaroff's anxious and hushed voice. "It's been getting clearer and clearer for months. I am becoming seriously concerned, I can't deny it — "

"Then flee," Snape says curtly. "Flee — I will make your excuses. I, however, am remaining at Hogwarts."

Snape and Karkaroff come around the corner, Snape blasting rose bushes apart with his wand. He blasts the one next to you, and two students sprint away from out behind it.

"Ten points from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" He snarls as the girl runs past him. "And ten from Hufflepuff, too, Stebbins!" His eyes land on you and he fails to hide his grimace. "And what are you doing out here?"

"Getting some fresh air," you respond simply, crossing your arms. "And what are you doing out here, Severus?"

"Ah, well, excuse me," Karkaroff says nervously, brushing past you with a polite smile. "I should get back to the party..."

You raise your eyebrows, turning back to Snape's scowling face expectantly.

"I am doing my job," he says snippily. "Perhaps you ought to do the same and watch the students inside, rather than coming outside for a little personal excursion."

"Is your head on a little excursion up your own — "

Madame Maxime suddenly rushes past you, eyes on the ground and looking very put-out. She passes you and disappears into the Entrance Hall.

" — arse?"

Snape's nostrils flare and for a second he looks like he's about to jinx you, but instead he just bristles past you, purposefully knocking your shoulder as he passes.

Later, when the Weird Sisters play their final song at midnight, several students make their way out of the Great Hall and you too follow in their footsteps out into the Entrance Hall. However, just as you've left the Great Hall, you spot Karkaroff skulking up the stairs, glancing around him furtively like he's got something to hide.

Intrigued, you follow him up the stairs, keeping a small gap between the two of you and looking away when he glances back at you. Then he veers off to the left into another corridor, walking fast, and just as you're about to follow him you hear muffled crying coming from the next flight of stairs.

You look up and there, sitting on one of the steps with her head in her knees, is Hermione, her body shaking with sobs. You should go make sure she's alright.

But this might be your chance to see what Karkaroff's up to! You look down the corridor at Karkaroff, your opportunity to keep up with him quickly slipping the more time you dwell on your decision.

You look back at Hermione, and her sobs take over your judgement and you hurry up the stairs towards her. You sit down on the step beside her, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Hermione?"

She lifts her head, eyes widening madly when she sees you. "P-professor!"

"Relax, Hermione," you say gently. "What happened?"

She bites her lip and looks away from you, drawing in a shaky breath and shaking her head. "N-nothing, nothing at all. It's s-silly, really."

You rub your hand along her arm soothingly. "Was it a boy?"

Her eyebrows raise slightly. "I told you it was silly."

You give her a sympathetic smile. "Been there. Teenage boys are stupid, Hermione. They were stupid when I was young and they're stupid now."

She sighs. "Do they ever stop being stupid?"

You give a light chuckle. "Eventually. Eventually they grow up and mature and start to actually use their heads."

You sigh, pulling her closer to you so she can rest her head on your shoulder as you continue to rub her arm soothingly. "You look beautiful tonight, Hermione. I can't believe how grown up you look."

"It's tiring," she says softly. "My hair took so long to do and it didn't even last the night." She gestures to her hair, which has become more dishevelled than it was at the start of the night, wisps of hair slipping out of the elegant knot and brushing her shoulders.

"I know. I have a million pins in mine and I haven't even got a date tonight!"

Hermione chuckles and you sigh, shaking your head. She yawns loudly, her eyelids drooping sleepily.

You pat her shoulder. "Alright, off to bed with you. I'm surprised you haven't collapsed yet with the amount of times I seen you out on the dance floor."

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A few days before the first day of term after Christmas, you sit at the staff table during breakfast, watching patiently as the post arrives. A barn owl swoops through the air towards you, dropping a copy of The Daily Prophet on the table in front of you. You grab it, pulling the twine off of it and unfolding it to read the front page.

DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE

Albus Dumbledore, eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has never been afraid to make controversial staff appointments, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. In September of this year, he hired Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a decision that caused many raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody’s well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence. Mad-Eye Moody, however, looks responsible and kindly when set beside the part-human Dumbledore employs to teach Care of Magical Creatures.

Rubeus Hagrid, who admits to being expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has enjoyed the position of gamekeeper at the school ever since, a job secured for him by Dumbledore. Last year, however, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over the headmaster to secure the additional post of Care of Magical Creatures teacher, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates.

An alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify the students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being "very frightening."

"I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. "We all hate Hagrid, but we’re just too scared to say anything."

Hagrid has no intention of ceasing his campaign of intimidation, however. In conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted breeding creatures he has dubbed "Blast-Ended Skrewts," highly dangerous crosses between manticores and fire-crabs. The creation of new breeds of magical creature is, of course, an activity usually closely observed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hagrid, however, considers himself to be above such petty restrictions. "I was just having some fun," he says, before hastily changing the subject.

As if this were not enough, the Daily Prophet has now unearthed evidence that Hagrid is not — as he has always pretended — a pure-blood wizard. He is not, in fact, even pure human. His mother, we can exclusively reveal, is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.

Bloodthirsty and brutal, the giants brought themselves to the point of extinction by warring amongst themselves during the last century. The handful that remained joined the ranks of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and were responsible for some of the worst mass Muggle killings of his reign of terror.

While many of the giants who served He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named were killed by Aurors working against the Dark Side, Fridwulfa was not among them. It is possible she escaped to one of the giant communities still existing in foreign mountain ranges. If his antics during Care of Magical Creatures lessons are any guide, however, Fridwulfa’s son appears to have inherited her brutal nature.

In a bizarre twist, Hagrid is reputed to have developed a close friendship with the boy who brought around You-Know-Who’s fall from power — thereby driving Hagrid’s own mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who’s supporters, into hiding. Perhaps Harry Potter is unaware of the unpleasant truth about his large friend — but Albus Dumbledore surely has a duty to ensure that Harry Potter, along with his fellow students, is warned about the dangers of associating with part-giants.

You mouth drops open and you hurriedly nudge Minerva beside you, shoving the paper in her face. You watch as her eyes travel down the page and her frown deepens as she reads on.

"What a horrid woman," she spits, folding the paper disapprovingly and handing it back to you. "That explains why Hagrid isn't at breakfast this morning."

You glance down the table, noticing the clear absence of the large man.

"How dare she?" you snap, feeling your anger flare. "Come into this school just to spread such a thing...why, the next time I see her — "

"You'll hold your tongue," Minerva cuts across warningly, giving you a wary look. "You'll hold your tongue and you won't get involved."

"Why shouldn't I? Someone needs to put her in her place and — "

"You know why." She glances down the table, sighing. "If you get on that woman's bad side, she will pull up everything she can on you. Absolutely everything. You know well you will not survive that."

You bite your lip, sighing dejectedly. "You're right...I just — she deserves to be humbled."

Minerva hums in agreement. "I know, I know."

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bitsbug · 9 months

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Hey! So I saw your slugsign stuff a few days ago and it has caused some pretty serious brain rot (pun intended!).

I’m planning out a fun little comic where the scugs work together to rebuild moon (got the idea from a Reddit post) and I was wondering if you had any ideas for slugsign names for the main slugcats? (Arti,hunter,etc.)

Because yeah, I can just call Arti scav predator, but then it gets confusing after a while with all of them. I don’t see much reason to use name-signs like this in co-op because you’d just use “you” instead, so you probably don’t have any. But do you have any ideas for them? (Also, is there a sign for ‘friend’? Because I think the scugs calling Rivulet Moon friend would be adorable)

Ooh, this is a great question! Hope you don't mind that I showed it to Phen so we could brainstorm, lol. Also goes without saying that this comic concept goes INSANE and I'm so excited to see it.

In-lore, you can either use an existing word or some unique motion. Whether it's high (jumping/standing on toes for in-lore), middle (standing normally), or low (crouching) also matters, since it can indicate personality and how the scug presents themself. I'm going to be using existing words here for ease of interpretation.

^I should also note that in-lore, [me] is held while doing the other part of the name sign, using both arms at once. It's only sequential in-game cuz you can only use one arm.

- Gourmand is probably some variety of "I make food"; simply translated as [me][make](food). Make could be like, pressing your hands together in a pantomime of how Gourm crafts in-game. Likely a middle namesign, but low could work.

-it would be REALLY FUNNY if Arti's name was something like "I kill scavs", but a cooler alternative could be "I am a weapon", which would be signed [me][object](kill). Hers is a high namesign because of the kill motion.

-Spearmaster is a bit difficult to pin down.. maybe "I hunt with spears"? That'd be [me](predator)[object](kill), which is pretty long! Using a unique motion here could cut down the length.

-Rivulet could be [me](fast) ! If you want it more water related, an alternative is [me](rain). [Fast] is signed by pointing at a down diagonal, then up diagonal, and [rain] by doing rapid, tiny hops. Definitely a high namesign.

-For Saint, "I am peaceful" as [me](peace) is the obvious choice, but I feel like "I cycle", [me](cycle), is more befitting of their.. deal. Maybe they use both. You could actually do either a low or middle namesign.

-Conversational slugsign can get pretty hands-on, like with [you] involving patting the other person, so "friend" could be literally hugging the person in question! Hugging yourself is how you say "friend" in the abstract.

Building on that, Monk's name could be "I am a friend", signed [me][friend]. Also a middle namesign, but maybe low or high? depends on how you characterize Monk.

-Survivor's might be something like "I do not die" or "I persist", which could be translated in multiple ways.. [me][cycle][no](kill) is how that'd be signed, but that's long. Inventing a unique motion would be better here.

-I imagine Hunter's is simply [me](predator), literally "I am a predator/hunter". One of the few low namesigns.

I believe that's all the canon scugs! Ofc, you don't need to use these, just what came to mind.

I should also note that, for the longer ones, I'm using an as-of-yet unposted grammar system we've been working on! It's kinda complex, and we're still ironing out the kinks. Maybe I'll post abt it soon.

#ask #slugsign #obligatory talk tag #long post #Names are something we didn't expect to be so prevalent #good for worldbuilding though!

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split-spectrum · 8 months

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Four Hours

Chapter 1

Pairings: Din Djarin/FemReader

Warnings/Tags: explicit content, swearing, mild violence

Description: A quiet day in the repair bay goes sideways quickly when the Mandalorian next door catches you stealing his tools.

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You've been coming here for over a week, and you've never seen the hangar this deserted.

Then again, there are some high-priced bounties newly on the market, and this place is frequented by other members of the guild, including a particular hunter you've been seeing glimpses of throughout the week - a Mandalorian. You'd caught him looking at you a few times while you'd been working on your ship, but only for a moment before he would walk away and disappear. It had started to concern you, but after a few days, he hadn't tried anything. That was about as friendly as it got between bounty hunters, so you'd left it alone.

As you settle your ship back into the hangar bay for a landing, you see no sign of him or anyone else. You'd decided to spend a day in a nearby star system enjoying the local food and actually resting in a real bed for the night before returning to complete the rest of your ship's repairs. In the hours you've been gone, the place seems to have cleared out.

You step off your cargo ramp, placing your helmet back over your head. You like to listen to music while you work, and you pick up plenty of interesting recordings throughout your travels. Despite the less-than-ideal circumstances causing you to spend so much time with your head stuck inside the engines of your ship, you're enjoying the uninterrupted time listening to your catalog. As you leave your ship to get back to work, the corner of your eye catches sight of the tools sitting behind your seat.

Shit...

You'd forgotten to return them before you left. You hope you don't get charged full price for that. You pay an entry fee to use the hangar space, which usually includes renting the tools as well, but you aren't supposed to leave with them. There's nothing you can do about it now except hope that no one noticed.

You pick up a soldering iron and dump the rest of the tools into your bag, pulling it over your shoulder and heading down the ramp to get back to work. A few minutes in, you realize you need a different size of spanner. You stand up from your crouched position, about to make your way back across the platform to where the rest of the tools are stored, when you're stopped dead by an iron grip sinking into the soft skin of your forearm. Every muscle in your body snaps to attention.

Your free hand flies up to the side of your helmet, switching off the music quickly enough to catch the words being barked at you through electronic modulation.

"-ey, I'm talking to you."

The deep rumble of the voice is more gripping than the hand. Your nervous system is in overdrive, and you whip around to face the voice's owner with your free hand dropping to your hip in one fluid motion, swiping your vibroblade up to a stiff neck. The neck is wrapped in a thick cloak, but that isn't much compared to the beskar helmet just above it. You stare into the black void where you imagine there must be eyes. He's got both of your hands, now.

"What?" you yelp, voice caught halfway up your throat, somewhere between a cry for help and a grunt of anger.

The vibroblade clinks, then makes a loud buzzing sound against the bottom of his helmet. He pulls his chin to the side to stop the noise, tilting it back to pin you under his stare.

He tightens his grip, and it hurts. "I said, I was talking to you."

You squirm at the pain, twisting your forearm around. You're very aware of the fact that you can only move this much because he's letting you.

"You've... got my attention." You wince, his thumb pressing down to the bone. "What do you want?"

There's a long pause, as if he's trying to make up his mind. Regarding what, you're not sure. You're starting to become frustrated with his lack of answer when he finally grunts, "You have my tools. Give them back."

The voice holds no space for argument. The only problem is that you definitely want to argue, because you're as confused as you've ever been.

"What tools?" you try. You aren't willing to die over this, but they're expensive, and you're not about to hand them over without an explanation.

Another pause while your heart thuds. If you had to guess, the look he's giving you through the helmet is a deadpan glare - not that you would have the faintest clue whether your guess is correct. It just seems to emanate from him.

"Those tools," he finally says, tilting his gaze downward to the bag on the floor near your feet. Your request for an explanation has definitely increased the irritation in his tone. "My tools."

You're still holding the vibroblade tightly, but your shoulders start to slacken as you stare back at him in confusion. "I didn't- those aren't..."

You wait for him to say more - to argue his point, but he doesn't. You get the impression that if you waited for hours, he still wouldn't. But his grip doesn't change, either, and it's starting to go from a biting pain to a deep, throbbing ache. The kind that leaves a mark.

"I thought they were rentals," you finally admit.

He stares at you for a long moment, and when you give him an earnest look, he seems to decide on accepting it. He doesn't waste any more time holding you, dropping your arms before you even pull back your blade. He doesn't shove you away, either, which would have been a better tactic to prevent you from sticking the blade through his neck. He just releases, not appearing concerned with you anymore, and turns to pick up the bag.

You huff out a breath, yanking yourself backward, albeit unnecessarily. He picks the tools up from the floor, dropping them into the bag before looking inside. You rub your forearm.

"Dank farrik," you mutter, checking the beginnings of a bruise. "You could have just fucking asked before grabbing me."

Finishing his inspection of the bag's inventory, he pulls it over his shoulder. "I did."

You glance up at him. "No, you didn't."

He doesn't seem to care whether you believe him or not, already turning to walk back toward the junker that's dwarfing the other half of the hangar.

"Yesterday. And the day before. You ignored me." He stops to face you again. "Then you took off with them."

Suddenly it occurs to you - all those times he'd been staring at you, you'd had music blaring inside your helmet. You'd shut it off a few times when you caught him looking, but by the time you had turned it off, he'd stalked away, and you assumed you were just being paranoid.

Your hands slowly reach up to remove your helmet. "I didn't hear you. I... listen to music, sometimes. In my helmet." You don't know why it embarrasses you to admit it to him. "I saw the tools in that heap of scrap over there, so I figured they belonged to the hangar."

It's clear from the mandalorian's extremely long silence that you've chosen to say exactly the wrong thing. Your eyes dart over to the ship and then back to him.

"Shit," you say softly to yourself, then call after him as he starts to turn away again. "That's not scrap, is it? It's your ship."

He doesn't turn back toward you until he's in front of the relic. Then he pauses before walking into the dark interior, looking down at you.

"Don't let me catch you over here again."

You don't have anything to say back to his warning, still embarrassed by your lack of awareness. The way he delivered the words sends a shiver through you, and you aren't quite sure what to make of it. The gruff, mysterious voice would be undeniably... hot, if it hadn't just taken away your only means of fixing your ship and retaining your livelihood.

The noise of his ship slamming shut echoes throughout the hangar and you shake your head a bit, annoyed. Looking back toward your half-disassembled ship, you decide that no, it is undeniably not.

Hours later, after you've had a chance to collect yourself, you're back under the engine cowling, quickly losing what remains of your patience.

You finally managed to find the available tools that the hangar actually provided, and what you'd found left much to be desired. For one thing, the spanner you're being forced to use is two sizes larger than what you need. It was the closest you could find, though, and with the right angle, you're pretty sure hitting it with a hammer will get it to twist free the bolt you've been trying to remove for twenty minutes.

Your muscles are aching and sweat begins to pool between your shoulder blades as you tighten your grip again. You swing the hammer hard and repeatedly, filling the air with a cacophony of unsuccessful banging. Your shoulders are starting to shake, and you drop your arms to your sides again, breathing hard. The sweat on your brow is threatening to drip into your eyes, so you drop the hammer for a moment to wipe it away, grabbing the corner of your shirt and dabbing it lightly against your skin. When you let your shoulder back down, you catch sight of the Mandalorian leaving his ship again, crossing the platform behind you.

You snap your eyes back to the task at hand, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you struggle, but also trying not to garner any more of his attention than you already have. He hadn't tried to kill you for stealing from him, and you preferred not to press your luck any further than that.

The next time your hammer comes down, though, your exhaustion makes itself known. Your aim falters, and the hammer skips off the spanner to catch one of your knuckles.

"Ah!" you snarl. "Fuck..."

You drop your knuckle into your mouth, sucking at it angrily, then pull it back out. You inspect the damage for a moment before your eyes flick up to the Mandalorian, whose helmet is turned just slightly toward you. He glances briefly over, seeming distracted by the noise, and then continues walking away.

Dropping a few more curses, you shake out the stinging in your hand and pick up the hammer again. When you reach up to continue your work, though, your bruised arm bumps up against an intake valve and you suck in another breath between your teeth. Ignoring the pain, you keep pounding until the bolt finally comes loose, and you nearly yelp in triumph.

Panting, you drop your shoulders back to the ground to catch your breath. Your head lolls to the side, a smile sliding across your mouth as you reach up and start turning the bolt with your fingers to loosen it the rest of the way. It pops off in your hand at last, and then your triumph starts to fade as you find yourself staring at the other 3 bolts on the panel, still needing to be removed.

You're going to need more caf.

The rest of the rotation is spent this way, until you finally relent for the evening after taking off the third bolt, and retire to your sleeping quarters, sweat-drenched and defeated. As you close your eyes, you dream of a time when you'll be able to afford a custom toolset of your own.

Or maybe a ship that isn't in desperate need of repair all the time. Either would do.

When you open your eyes next, it's that same thought that drives you back outside of your ship and straight to work. You can't afford to stay on this repair dock forever, and every day you're here is another wasted opportunity for bounties. You sigh at the thought of the work that lies ahead and convince yourself you're going to finish by the end of the week, even if it kills you. And it probably will, the way things are going.

You're so busy wallowing as you step out of your ship that you nearly don't notice the bag blocking your path. Your feet stop short, and you look down at it blankly, not quite believing what's in front of you.

You bend down and pull it open, finding inside the same tools you'd returned to the Mandalorian. They're all there. Even the correctly sized spanner.

You look around for your mysterious benefactor, but seeing no one, you smile to only yourself. Then you gather up the bag and get to work.

When you finally do see the Mandalorian again, he's talking to someone else. Sometime earlier, while your head was buried inside your metal labyrinth, another ship had parked next to you, between your ship and the Mandalorian's. A tall, slender figure had emerged, but you hadn't followed where the figure had gone.

Now, the figure is standing on the other side of the hangar near Mando's ship and you're listening to the low exchange of voices - one considerably lower than the other. You're approaching with the bag in your hands, and the Mandalorian turns toward you first. The man with whom he's talking goes silent and watches you, yellow eyes fixing strangely on your movements from behind his face covering. The eyes are oddly familiar.

You clear your throat uncomfortably, raising up the bag to hand it over. "Thanks for the tools, Mando."

He nods, taking them from you. "Thank you for returning them."

You give a sly grin. Did you just share an inside joke? Perhaps your standards for what passes as a joke have lowered, spending as much time alone as you have lately. Still, you decide to count it.

Without much left to say, you turn to leave, and a scratchy voice follows you.

"A Karichian? Mando, I would have thought you kept better company."

You bristle, then swallow and keep walking. Sometimes in the company of other hunters, it pays to defend yourself when someone insults you. But in this case, your reputation isn't worth the fight. You don't know if he's a complete stranger or friend of the Mandalorian, and it's none of your business.

Mando says nothing and the stranger goes on.

"You know what they do, right? They use poison." He barks a crackling laugh. "You wanna call yourself a bounty hunter, don't use a coward's weapon."

Still, Mando neither agrees nor disagrees, and you keep walking.

"Ought to learn how to use real weapons or leave the business to the experts, eh Mando?"

There's a silence, and then, "Any weapon is the right one if it gets the job done."

You hear the clink of his boots as the Mandalorian walks back into his ship. The stranger huffs his disapproval, and then you hear him walk away too. It's hard not to turn back and look, but you keep your face forward to hide your smirk.

It's pretty foolish, and you know it. Bringing him caf is probably a waste of time, if what you've heard about Mandalorians is true. It's not like he'll drink it with you. But it feels rude to come back the next day asking after the tools again without something to offer in return, and you certainly can't offer credits.

So, you step out of the hatch and into the oily yellow light of the dim hangar holding two cups of caf and make your way toward his ship, being careful not to spill. He can probably drink it after you leave, right? He can't keep the helmet on all the time.

You're halfway to the ship when your train of thought is interrupted by a sound coming from behind you. A loud, metal creaking, like a ship's door coming off its hinges. Your head pivots automatically, eyes darting back. You'd locked yours up, hadn't you?

Frozen in place, you wait, listening. The stranger's ship is blocking your view, but you don't want to move just yet. You aren't certain of what you've heard. A long silence passes as you wait for confirmation, but hearing nothing, you turn and slowly start to walk back toward your ship, still holding a cup in each hand. The shadow of the stranger's ship is making it hard to see, but as you round the corner you can make it out - your ship's hatch is broken open, the door hanging to the side.

Your pulse picks up and you drop quickly to the floor, placing the cups down and reaching for your blaster. You aren't very skilled with it, but your blade is on the ship, and this situation definitely calls for a distanced approach.

You're still half-crouched when your balance is thrown, your shoulders are pounded into the metal behind you, and your wrist - your bad wrist - is crushed painfully upward beside your head. You gasp before your throat is caught in a clawed hand, stifling a half-breath before you can fill your lungs. Your eyes are inches from another set of glowing, yellow, familiar ones.

You lean forward, bucking to get free, to gulp down air, to yell, but the hand pressed firmly beneath your chin clutches at your skin and slams your head back.

"Quiet, or it'll hurt even worse."

"Augh," is all you can manage, heart pounding as you try to reorient yourself from the impact on your skull. You feel the hand holding your wrist slide upward and disarm you, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you register that the splash you hear when the blaster clatters to the ground must be the caf that's spilled, forming a puddle around your boots.

When the attacker's hand releases your wrist you swing both arms to fight him off, but your fists do little damage against his leathery skin. You're about to attempt to knee him in the stomach when cold metal sinks into your neck. Your whole body freezes and your eyes widen.

"That's better," he tells you, then uses his other hand to pull down his face covering. You recognize him instantly, and it sends a chill down your spine. You aren't getting out of this alive.

"Dra'olsk."

"So you do remember me. Good. I won't need to explain what's about to happen."

The blade presses further in, and you feel the warm itch of blood when it begins to flow over the sting of the widening wound. He's not using a vibroblade. It's a knife. You realize now that it's a very particular choice he's made to prolong your pain.

You don't bother asking why or how. Your mind whips through any possibility of escape. Bribery? Not a chance. You owe a blood debt and you can see in his seething expression it's been a long time coming.

The knife catches at your jaw. You grit your teeth, willing yourself to meet your end without flinching, and at that moment, the metallic clink of boots stepping onto the platform makes you both jolt in your respective positions.

The boots make their way slowly across the floor, and you realize two things - the Mandalorian has just stepped outside his ship, and he has no idea what's going on behind this one.

You take advantage of your assailant's momentary distraction and try to drop to the side of his grip. Your freedom lasts only a second, though, before he forces you down to the ground, pressing his body weight into you and pinning you to the floor. The knife is right back against your skin. Only this time, there's a witness.

"Mand-"

You can hardly get a syllable out before you're silenced with the back of a hand. But it was enough to turn his head. The suit of armor looks huge and imposing from this angle, as he stares down at you through the gap below the stranger's ship. He's silent. Unmoving.

The man on top of you jerks his head to the side. "This ain't your concern, Mando. Move along."

And he's right. Bounty hunters aren't known for involving themselves in other people's problems. Your usual method for dealing with bar brawls and other disputes between hunters is to mind your business, and you're certain it's his method too.

You're proven right when the Mandaloran keeps walking, leaving you at the mercy of fate. His helmet turns away, and he disappears into the shadows. You can't fault him. It's what you would have done.

The yellow eyes above you narrow as the reptilian face slides into a sadistic grin. "No one here to help you now."

Having been in Mando's position more than once, you're well aware that begging does absolutely nothing, but you also have no other recourse. So the words slide out of you, hopeless as they are.

"Mando. Please..."

Now the yellow eyes roll. "Shut up. Now, I'll give you a choice - something you never gave him. You want a blaster to the face or the back of the head?" He leans in closer, tipping your chin up with the blade. "What do you think? Want to see it coming?"

From the shadows behind your attacker's head, you hear the sound of a rifle's safety clicking off.

"Same question."

Your chest heaves a huge, involuntary sigh as the knife pulls back from your neck, still close, but no longer biting into the skin. Dra'olsk's scaly head turns back to sneer at the Mandalorian who's now towering over the both of you.

"I told you to mind your business. We've got a score to settle here."

The low voice in reply is cold, smooth, unimpressed. "Should have settled it somewhere else."

Dra'olsk's sneer turns into a smirk and he shakes his head. "I've got friends all over this quadrant who'll have your hide and hers if I turn up dead. So you better have that thing set to stun."

"Mine doesn't have that setting."

Your eyes dart between the gun and Dra'olsk. This could be an opening. It might be your only opening. Is he distracted enough? If you move, could you do it hard and fast enough to pull his hand away from your throat? The silence stretches on while you try to make your decision.

"Hand over the knife, and get up. Slow."

"And what if I don't? What if I decide to end it right now?"

The blade is turning to point directly downward. You swallow and it bobs with your movement.

His hand tightens its grip on the handle. "What if I just-"

A flash.

A burst of smoke.

A sudden feeling of lightness in your chest as the body pressing down onto you is replaced with a pile of rags. You gasp, partly in shock and partly to suck in the oxygen you've been lacking.

When your vision clears, a dark wall of leather and gleaming metal is staring down at you.

"You okay?"

Coughing, you nod, and the pain reminds you of the damage done to your neck. Your hand instinctively flies up to your throat. Then you pull it back to inspect the blood. It isn't too bad. You nod again, more convincingly this time. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."

"Good." He tells you, as you start to stand up. "You should finish your work and go."

You don't need to ask what he means. Dra'olsk wasn't lying - when he doesn't return, someone else will be coming for you. You turn back toward your ship, splashing through the caf that's slowly spreading over the floor. You walk a few feet before you realize Mando is following you, at a distance.

"I only have a few systems offline," you tell him. "I can make a jump if I need to."

He's silent, but he doesn't stop following. You pause in the doorway, about to enter your ship, when you see it.

"Fuck," you curse softly to yourself, clasping your hand around your neck as you stare at it. "No. No..."

The Mandalorian is standing a few feet back. "What?"

"The fucking..." you calm yourself, voice starting to shake as you bend down to pick up the broken remains of a flask. You try again to speak normally. "The poison in this..." You can't finish. Your mind is racing.

"He used it?"

You look down at the spot on the floor with shards of glass spread around it. It's wet. "I don't know. It might have fallen when he broke in looking for me, or he might have used it on the knife."

Another long silence.

"I have an antidote..." you trail off, thinking about the implications.

"So take it," he responds flatly when you don't continue.

You shake your head. "Not that simple. The poison is certain death. But the antidote has a risk of paralyzing limbs. Permanently. I'd rather not take it if I don't have to."

Then you turn back to face him. "There's a way I could know for sure. After a couple of hours, the poison will start to take effect, and I'll lose consciousness. It happens fast." You fix your eyes on him. "There's a good chance I won't be awake long enough to take the antidote. I would need someone there to give it to me."

He lets the silence go on long enough to make you too uncomfortable to ask outright. But the request hangs between you, just the same. He looks off to the side, shifting his weight, then looks back to you.

"Get your things, and be on my ship in ten minutes." He turns and walks away. "We aren't staying here."

A/N: I'm so sorry, I know I said this would be a one-off but it got away from me and now it's going to be two or three parts. I wouldn't be opposed to having a longer-form offshoot sometime in the future, but this is standalone self-contained porn with minimal plot. Apologies for the lack of smut in the first part!

#din djarin x reader #star wars #fanfic #star wars fanfiction #fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin × you #din djarin x female reader #mandalorian × reader #mandalorian

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mamas-filly · 4 months

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Harsh stuff under the cut (it's also long-ish)

It's my birthday and I'm getting a gift! It's a brown teddy bear pristine and just the right size to fit in my arms. Bedtime comes and I bring both my new teddy and my old horse stuffie into my arms, happy as I can rememver being, arms full of comfort as I drift away. Morning comes with a shockingly full overnight diaper to match it, blinking blearily at the light coming through the curtains, stuffies hanging lazily from my arm still holding them tight.

"Mornin' Mama" still waking up, I dont catch the disappointment in your eyes.

"Why the hell are you still holding on to that rancid ugly thing?!" Your voice raised I freeze as you snatch my belovedstuffed horse from my arms, dangling him disdainfully "was your birthday present not enough for you? That you wanted to sleep with garbage?"

"No Mama! Im sorry I upset you, Iove my new bear! B-but I love my horsie too please dont hurt him, please give him back! Im sorry!"

You hold my horse with a little more consideration left hand on his back, right hand loosly brushing against his mane " I see what the problem is now sweetie, you're having trouble because youre just so stupid." You crouch down a little to look me in my eyes, already filling up with tears."You just need Mama to help you understand your horsie is garbage, that's all!" In a single fluid motion you rip off the head of my stuffed animal, fluff spraying across the floor, the visceral sound of fabric and stitching coming apart ringing in my ears as I gaze on with horror.

I'm inconsolable, bawling and crying like a proper infant, covering the body of my constant bedtime companion with tears as you leave the room.

An eternity passes in my mind before you return with the kitchen trash, the stench of stinking food refuse entering long before you.

"Hope you enjoyed your goodbyes squirt!"

And you dump him unceremoniously into the trash, I'm doubled over in tears, now wetting my new bear instead, my body curled around it on all sides.

I love my bear so much after all~

#dark agepl4y #4bdl #degradation k1nk #abuse k1nk #holy shit please dont do this to me in actuality

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alyswritings · 2 years

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hi! can i request a jj maybank x daughter reader where they are having a beach day with the pogues and she somehow gets away to the water without any of them noticing? jj freaks out because he can’t find her but then sees her at the shoreline collecting shells for him..fluffy ending💜

The pogues get to the beach, JJ keeping a firm hold on Y/N's hand so she doesn't run off into the water. They find a good place and set all their stuff down, Y/N requesting to make a sand castle.

"Here." Kie holds a bottle of sunscreen out to her blonde friend.

"Kie, I'm not putting sunscreen on." JJ says.

"I don't care what you do. It's for Y/N." Kie states.

"Sunscreen is for wimps, Kie." JJ complains.

"Wimps, smart people, and babies. She falls under the baby category." Kie says.

"Well, she's my kid." JJ retorts.

"Fine. But don't come bitching to me when she's crying and all red." Kie says, tossing the bottle onto the towel.

JJ glares at her, reaching for the bottle, hating his friend's triumphant grin and his other friends' laughing.

JJ applies the sunscreen to all visible parts of Y/N's body, putting maybe a little too much on her face.

"Aww... it's the female Frosty the Snowman." John B jokes, seeing his niece's sunscreen covered face.

"Shut up, man." JJ grumbles. "Come on, princess, let's go build your sandcastle. Away from your annoying aunts and uncles." He says.

- - -

JJ spends most of the day looking after Y/N and doing what she wants. The others would join or go surfing. At some point, Kie and Sarah took over Y/N duties so JJ could go surf.

Now, the pogues are all settling down to eat the picnic that the girls packed for them.

"Okay, baby, you want grapes or orange slices?" JJ asks, digging through the basket of food. Not getting a response, he turns back to look at his daughter, but doesn't find her. "Y/N?" He looks around their area, still not finding the toddler.

"Uh... uh, guys?" JJ calls, the shakiness in his voice making the other pogues' laughter go dead. "Where's Y/N?"

The group look around, finding no sign of the toddler.

"Y/N!" JJ screams.

"Y/N!" All the pogues call out. They continue to yell out for her as they search the beach.

Pope and John B stand the water, looking out at it.

"You don't think she would've gotten in the water, do you?" Pope asks.

"No. Nah, man, she knows better than that." John B says.

"Unless she say something interesting." Pope argues.

"What would she see in the water that makes her go in?" John B asks.

"I don't know. Maybe a reflection got caught on the sun. She likes shiny things." Pope shrugs.

Sarah and Kie ask around if anybody has seen the toddler. JJ continues to yell out for Y/N, hurrying down the beach, doing his best to find the girl.

"Y/N!" JJ shouts again. He looks around, stopping when he spots his daughter crouching and picking something up from the sand. "Y/N!" He calls, running over to her and he practically slides on his knees as he reaches her.

JJ grabs her arms and makes her stand up.

"Y/N, what the hell?! You don't run off like that! You scared the hell out of me!" JJ exclaims, feeling anger, worry, and relief all at once.

Y/N whimpers at his loud voice, her eyes getting teary. All the other pogues run up, standing a few feet behind the father and daughter.

"Sorry." Y/N whimpers. "I got you sea shells." She holds her hands out, a bunch of sea shells of different colors and sizes being held in them. JJ looks down at the shells, his heart still pounding against his chest.

JJ takes a deep breath as he starts to calm down, bringing Y/N into a hug. He cradles the back of her head, his other arm wrapped around her tighter than ever.

Kie motions for the others to leave, letting the two be alone, the group making their way back to their picnic.

After a few minutes, JJ pulls away, smoothing Y/N's hair down.

"Thank you for getting me sea shells. That's very nice of you. But next time you wanna do something, make sure you have me or one of your aunts or uncles with you. You're not allowed to go off alone, especially by the water." JJ tells her.

"You could've gotten hurt or run into somebody bad and I don't want that. I know you're still in the learning stage and we're usually at the chateau where you don't have to be glued to me, but out in public, you gotta at least stay in my line of vision. Got it?"

Y/N nods, sniffling, as tears fall out of her eyes and JJ wipes them away.

"I don't wanna yell at you, baby. But you really scared me and you shouldn't go off by yourself." JJ tells her.

"I'm sorry." Y/N says.

"Why don't we go eat lunch? I think we could both use some food." JJ says and Y/N nods. He wipes a few more tears away and kisses her on the forehead.

"Do you want the sea shells?" Y/N asks.

"Of course I do. They're for me, aren't they?" JJ says and Y/N nods. "Here, you hold some and I'll hold some." He says, taking about half of the sea shells from her. He uses his free hand to hold her free hand, his grip soft but protective.

"I'm sorry." Y/N tells him again.

"Don't run off again, okay?" JJ says and Y/N nods. "You want grapes or orange slices?"

"Grapes!"

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S03E06: Life in Exile

Pt. 1: The Town of Refuse

The day after their arrival in Junk Town, the old man known as the Cursebreaker led both Bob Sparker and Percy King to the shoreline. On a hill near the beach was a small, dusty house, though again, like the houses in town, it was made of a combination of wood planks, concrete, sheet metal, and other debris. "This house has been abandoned for quite some time," the Cursebreaker declared. "I'm sure nobody will kick up a fuss if you move in."

Then, he led them to the beach itself. "Junk Town subsists on the waste that floats up here," he explained, motioning with his staff to some of the flotsam washing up on the shore. "Take a look."

Bob crouched down and wedged a tin sign board out of the sand. "Hey, this looks familiar," he said, turning it back and forth. "The Pine Room--wasn't that a bar in Electricopolis? I used to go there before it shut down."

"That's right," said the Cursebreaker, nodding. "And that's not all. Old television tubes, monitors, magazines, plastic bags and old clothes, all kinds of stuff turn up here. And it's all from your fair city in the valley."

Percy stroked his chin, thinking. "Fascinating. I knew some of the companies in town used the underground sea as a dumping ground, but I never realized the currents bore the refuse all the way out here..."

"There's a lot of things you folks don't realize," said the Cursebreaker, turning away from the water. "But there's time for that."

There was a moment of silence. Bob stood up and looked out over the water, shielding his eyes from the sun. It was a cloudy day, but still bright enough to sting his eyes, unfamiliar with the sunlight as they were.

"So...what should we do?" Bob asked. "Just kill time until we go back to town?"

"Oh, you're not going back," said the Cursebreaker matter-of-factly. Bob and Percy turned to stare at him. "Not until the clouds clear."

Not until the clouds clear.

What did he mean by that? Bob tossed and turned, thinking about it. Thankfully, the abandoned house by the shore did have a couple of beds in it, lumpen and worn though they were. It was, as the Cursebreaker had said, better than nothing, but only just.

"I mean, the city's power is shot," Percy explained. "So it probably will be quite some time before that subway's running again. But I don't understand what he meant about the clouds."

"The clouds have always been there, right?" Bob asked.

"As far as I know."

"As far as you know." Bob shot him a pointed look. "You sure you're not hiding anything?"

Percy rolled his eyes. "Come on now. We're stuck together, so we may as well trust each other, don't you think?"

"I have a better idea." Bob sat up, restless. "I'm going to get something to eat."

He walked into Junk Town along the road from the beach. Given his gawky, long-nosed appearance, and the fact that he was still wearing a dressy vest, pants, and shoes, the people of the town avoided him and whispered as he walked by. He tried his best to ignore it, and walked up to a food stall.

"Excuse me," he said politely. The smell of grilling fish and hot rice made his mouth water. "Um...do you take cash here?"

"Cash?" said the proprietor. "What do you mean by that?"

"Cash," repeated Bob. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and drew out a couple bills. "Or--I don't imagine you take cards."

The proprietor regarded him with a wary look. "That stuff's no good here," he said. "We don't take that kind of money."

"What do you take?"

"Junk Town tender. Coins, mostly. Barter sometimes, if you got something good to trade." He looked Bob Sparker up and down. "You got anything to trade?"

"Trade?" Bob blinked. He looked down at himself, patting himself down quizzically. "I don't think so."

The man shook his head. "Sorry. No can do. You come back with something good, I'll give you a bowl."

It was the same story everywhere he went--none of the businesses in town took any kind of tender aside from coins, medals, rings, mostly small metal objects that Bob had absolutely none of on hand. Occasionally he would see a customer trade for something larger, like canned food for fresh, or a parcel of cloth for a finished dress. Then he saw a familiar face with a large head of lettuce in his hands, haggling with a nearby shopkeep.

"Hey, it's you," said the farmer, turning away from the shopkeep. "Found yourself a place in town, did you?"

"For what that's worth," Bob complained. "I'm starving, I've got no money, and I can't get anyone to give me the time of day."

The farmer looked at him, then down at the lettuce. "Hmm. I wouldn't mind giving this to you, but I'd need something in return. You sure you don't have anything on you?"

Bob thought. He turned his pockets inside-out. "I've got...my house keys, my phone, my wallet..."

"Lemme see those." The farmer grabbed his house keys and turned them around, admiring them. "Yeah, these'll melt down okay."

Bob grimaced. Well, it's not like I was going home anytime soon, he thought.

The farmer handed him the lettuce. It was surprisingly heavy, and Bob struggled to hold it. "Well! Looks like you're getting the hang of things here in town," said the man, grinning. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Bob arrived back at the house with the lettuce. "Well, look at you," Percy chuckled. "Grew it yourself, did you?"

"I'll have you know I traded for it," said Bob proudly, setting it down on the table. "They don't take cash or cards here, so you gotta trade for everything. They do take coins, though...and keys."

"Interesting." Percy swung his legs off the bed. "We're not going to get much of a meal out of just a head of lettuce, though. You said they take coins?"

"Yeah. You have any?"

"I do." Percy took out a change purse from his pocket and upended it onto the table. A clattering of coins fell out--only about ten or twenty of them, but enough to make a nice little pile. "It's not much by Electricopolis standards, but it might get us a meal out here." He stroked his chin, thinking. "Maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"I have an idea." He scooped the coins back into the purse, set it on the table, and grabbed the lettuce in both hands. "I'll be back soon."

"Hey! That's my lettuce!" Bob yelped, blocking the door. "What are you going to do with it?"

"Are you really that territorial over a vegetable?"

"Mr. King--Percy," Bob replied, exasperated. "I can't believe I have to explain this. You turned everyone in town against me and exiled me just because I didn't want to be under your thumb anymore. If we're gonna stick together--and unfortunately, it sure looks like we are--then you gotta tell me what you're thinking. Preferably it won't involve stealing my stuff."

Percy sighed, maddeningly condescendingly. "It's simple. We keep the coins for a rainy day, and we trade the lettuce up for something more substantial. If we play our cards right, we can get a full meal without dipping into the money at all."

Bob blinked. He considered this. "That's...that makes sense, actually."

"I should hope it does. I am a businessman, after all," Percy said proudly. He paused, thought, then added: "And if it doesn't work out, you can spend the money however you like."

"All right," Bob capitulated, unblocking the door. "Good luck, I guess."

Percy walked back in about half an hour later with some heavy plastic bags in his arms. "Whoa," Bob marveled, watching as he began to empty them onto the table. "What's all that?"

"First, our dinner." Percy set some plastic takeout containers of fish and rice onto the table, followed by some canned vegetables and tinned fish. "Food for later, though it isn't very much, and some utensils. I also found our friend the woodsman, who offered us some wood for the stove. We'll need it."

"Man." Bob sighed heavily. "We're really roughing it, huh?"

Percy nodded. "It's not the accommodations we deserve, but it is what we have. We may as well get used to them."

The accommodations you deserve are behind bars, Bob thought snidely, but held his tongue.

"Also..."

Percy cracked open one of the takeout containers. "I had the cook at the food stall cut up part of that lettuce when I traded it. Since it's the first thing we owned out here, I thought it would be nice to try it after all."

Bob opened his container and looked at his meal. The rice was nestled up to one side of the container, with the fish on another and the cooked, sauced lettuce in the other third. "Huh. It looks good."

Percy handed him a plastic fork, then took the other for himself. They began to eat.

It was delicious. It was absolutely delicious. It was almost more delicious than anything Bob had had in the city, and he'd sampled quite a few dishes, usually on Percy's dime. The fish was tastier than anything you could find from the fisheries in town, and the lettuce was fresh and crispy, not like the sorry, soggy mess that usually came on a burger.

"This...this is exceptional," Percy muttered. "This is quite a meal."

"It's good," Bob choked with emotion. "It...it's really good."

To be continued...

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