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wanted to know if you ever got to read artem’s pool/8 ball card i thought the event story was cute but i was a wee bit curious on your thoughts on the card
I JUST FINISHED IT!!!!!!!!! AS WE SPEAK!!! i have a whole list of my thoughts HAHA SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING IN ADVANCE
"artem had to join a pool club for work" is one of the better excuses to give him a new hobby, ill begrudgingly give them that
im glad artem still has the alcohol tolerance of a squirrel. do NOT let this man go off by himself he will accidentally take a sip of alcohol and then need a time out in the corner.
"is it that obvious?" yes, artem.
mc making sure artem eats a fucking meal is rly cute LMFAO
mc ordering artem a non-alcoholic drink is also sweet. i remember i wrote a fic (all the way back in like 2021 after reading atmospherics) where i wrote abt artem going out of his way to drink mocktails after all of that. genuinely really happy to see that's canon.
i've noticed newer ssrs are just. shorter? first year ssrs tended to be like, over an hour long when put on auto. but newer ones are only 40 mins on auto. laaaame. but then again with the overall writing quality, maybe they're just putting us out of our misery.
ah yes. artem getting surprised by mc kissing his cheek in public. what a sly sex chad. did they get the only good artem writer left at hoyoverse on this card or something
artem being exhausted from socializing is a mood. girl same.
the way these two talk about alcohol sends me. dear god artem we can let you have a sip oh god. OH JESUS CHRIST ARTEM NO --
this story is cute enough to make me sad. godddd. it's really nice to see artem more casual and open, esp since this story is more in character.
THE IRISH GOODBYE?? ARTEM LMFAO.
mutuals meet me in the secret passage of the pool place
sneaking out by running is giving the same energy as his revisiting youth ssr where they decided to sneak to the school's roof and hide from the security guards lmfao. ah. the nostalgia.
AND this ssr acknowledges artem's love of movies?? YES
STOP KISSING IN THE STORAGE ROOM GUYS THE CINEMA STAFF IS GOING TO FIND YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! DEAR GOD
"this should be filmed in slow motion" LMFAO
JUMPSCARE. JUMPSACRE. NEW ARTEM EXPRESSION. JUMPSCARE. HOLY FUCK
i sincerely think a full on artem smile is all i ever wanted back in the day i cant believe i fucking got it in the POOL CARD OF ALL CARDS
"was something set up incorrectly?" "[artem pout] probably."
mc taking a pic of his stupid distracted expression is amazing and him getting blushy about it is even funnier
"was it too sour?" "yeah...."
thank god pathetic artem is back
nevermind he is licking her arm like a dog. tot's fascination with licking will never fail to amuse me. this is like when my dog licks my leg in the middle of the night
if one sip of alcohol fucks him up this bad i'd hate to see what happens when he's a few shots in. mr wing breaking it down sloppy style on the floor (not clickbait)
STOP LICKING EACH OTHER YOU FREAKS
i think artem should trip a few more times it's funny
this is the closest we've gotten to artem fessing up about atmospherics i can fucking taste it
NOOOO THEY FUMBLED IT. NO ATMOSPHERICS MENTION. ENDING IT ALL. GOD DAMN IT
i can forgive this bc the running joke of them missing scenes in a movie is back
all in all as far as post second anniversary cards go, this one wasn't bad at all and had a lot of cute moments. a few weird ones (which is to be expected at this point ig), but mostly cute!! it made me miss my fav artem cards but in a good way. siiigh ;_;;;
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Good evening once again, sir. You may remember me from literally yesterday. Anyways, I have entered your very presence once more as I'd like to share more of my fnati au with you, since last time went successful, and since only you and two other people actually acknowledge my au. Anyway, let's go.
Here, we have the Steamboat Boys!!! (sorry for the poor image quality of the first pic)
Willie- Although he's only the janitor of the steamboat, he definitely asserts himself the "boss" around here, as he runs a secret drug business to make himself some big bucks, and usually likes to harass and bully Pete just to entertain himself. Willie is also very arrogant, cocky, and overall a big shot, which makes him think that he can survive anything. This has caused many incidents where Willie would try something stupid that risks his life, and Pete and Dippy would have to step in and save him. Willie also has a small side where he sometimes feels really guilty about his actions, but always hides it to keep the attitude that he's always had.
Pete- A large friendly cat who's the captain of the steamboat, Pete is usually the voice of reason for Willie's shenanigans and always tries to steer things in the right direction. He's also a big worrier, with him worrying and caring about the boat, himself, and everyone around. Because of this part of his personality, he often gets harassed, bullied, and abused by Willie, or atleast get slightly teased by Dippy, with the other two members usually calling names such as "Pussy Cat", or "Worry Whiskers". Pete is also rather insecure about himself, and doesn't know how to protect himself both physically, mentally, and socially.
Dippy- Dippy is sort of like the "middle child" of the group, with him being the guy to use the crane to lift cargo and goods onto the boat, while also struggling to keep an even balance with Willie's illegal business and ideas of "fun", while also trying to actually be a decent person and help and support Pete. Dippy also has a weird and bad habit, where he likes to break windows with all sorts of round-ish weapons, ranging from baseballs to solid rocks.
So yeah, what do you think of these three? Do you have any criticism or suggestions for them in mind at all? Again, I'm willing to take advice.
(also again, you definitely don't have to, but I think it would be cool to see these guys in your style. If you decide to do it, just do the one that's your favorite. If you want me to stop putting these request notes at the bottom btw, I can stop. I don't wanna make anyone mad, you know?)
I'm mostly just poking fun but. I was not. expecting to read that going into my inbox?? Willie sweetie noooooo-
Also I don't mind you sending more about your AU! I think all your ideas are very interesting and the characters are very charming! And. chaotic- Sorry if I can't get to them right away though, I've got a lotta art in the works I'm meaning to post ^^'
Anyways though, Pete's my favorite hands down, he's the equivalent of wet paper and I love him for that, poor guy </3 Hope he can get better friends
Reblogs > Likes, Thank You!
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If you are over the age of 15 and you do not understand that collective bargaining unions are the sole protection any worker has from exploitation in a corporate capitalist economic system, and that legal support for and high membership in unions is the sole reason that the 20th century saw a large stable middle class with access to education and healthcare and capable of building some small security, and that the only way to stop the obscene income and quality of life inequality of the 21st century is for everybody to get off the complacent asses and work to BUILD BACK THE UNIONS, then I am so sorry that you have been lied to and oppressed into a state of ignorance. But now it's time to
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Your beloved shows and characters only exist because of the writers who write the tv shows and films. The studioCorp bosses are making a Goddamn Mint exploiting entertainment industry workers for the tools to vacuum up the profit out of *your* pocket.
The combined profits of the giant studioCorps represented by AMPTP like Warner Bros, Netflix, Disney, Comcast, and Paramount have increased in the streaming era, now totaling close to $30 billion a year. Wealthy stockholders have reaped millions, and just the 12 people who are the highest salaried entertainment CEOs collectively pocketed about $1 billion in pay in 2021 alone.
NO share of the skyrocketing profits has been paid out fairly to the workers who actually created the movies and television. When adjusted for inflation, screenwriter pay declined 14% in the last five years, and the median weekly pay for writer-producers has declined 23% over the last decade. They are just one example of how bad it's gotten.
Entertainment industry workers are in crisis. They overwhelmingly stand in solidarity and are desperate to see the writers union strike succeed and get contracts that prevent exploitation and provide fair renumeration and working conditions because a win is the *only* chance that *their* unions will also be able to negotiate decent contracts.
The necessity to strike means that tens of thousands of workers who normally earn money for housing and for food and for medicine in and adjacent to film sets are losing their paychecks every day the wealthy bosses at AMPTP continue to refuse the screenwriters fair contracts. Help financially if you can. Help by providing emotional support. Help by speaking up, tell everyone that AMPTP are in the wrong and that you want them to pull their heads out of their asses immediately and give screenwriters their decent contract with fair pay and conditions.
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OOOH THAT SOUNDS COOL I WANNA SEE YOUR BROKEN FINGER 😀😀
Sorry lol I’m in training to be an EMT I love seeing weird injuries and bruises (one time my friend dislocated her kneecap and I asked her for a picture before I even asked if she was alright 😭 ((she still gives me crap about it, but my argument is that if she’s ok enough to text me, she’s ok enough to send me a picture lol)
Not joking when I say definitely don’t post a pic of you don’t want to, though! Stay safe and I hope it doesn’t hurt too bad 💜💜
No yeah I totally get it, I think injuries can be kinda cool too (is that terrible? XD)! I don’t mind sharing pics, just be warned that I’m using the camera of an extremely old iPod touch of questionable quality 😂
Gonna put the rest of it under the cut though so people don’t have to see if they don’t want to—
So I tried to get a good picture that shows off the blue color my finger currently has, but unfortunately the lighting in my house is pretty terrible 😅 hopefully you can still make it out?
It’s a mix between green and blue today, though there’s a hint of purple right in the middle of the joint.
I also have a picture of it on the day I broke it, that one is fun because it swelled up like a balloon XD My middle and ring fingers are naturally curved a bit, but they make the pic look even worse lol
#answers from the floor#anon#also that’s so cool you’re going to be an EMT!!!#have you met Skyloftian nutcase by chance?
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y’all !! hiii sorry i’ve been sm more busy lately than i expected but i’m coming on here like a week late to finally share with you my svt concert experience 🤩🥰 i miss them sm still like fr what i would do to go back :(( <//3 anyways let’s get straight into it shall we 🤩
!! CONTAINS A FEW BE THE SUN SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR SPOILERS !!
so me and my friends actually got front row seats (not the floor but we were basically on the floor) this was my first time sitting here and i highly recommend. like considering the price, it’s super worth it. and like,, guys :’)) i saw dokyeom’s face clearly :’))) ahahaha cRYING
here are just some pics i would like to share :)) they aren’t the best quality but ugh the memories and feelings it brings me looking back at them :’))
also here’s a cute dokyeom photo just bc ,, i love him :’)) dO YOU SEE HOW CLOSE AND CLEAR I COULD SEE HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE I COULD SEE HIS SMOOTH SKIN CLEARLY SJDJDJDJ
and here’s one of my fav moments from that night (that moment is like in the middle of the vid but i’m too lazy to cut it lol so you get to enjoy some of the performance too :)))
and a wild tiny s.coups 🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻 look how precious 😭
also i just rlly love this pic ,,, like look how close omg 😭 I COULD SEE THEM CLEARLY UGHHH 😭😭🤌🏻
and also since we were sitting quite close, i got lucky enough to be splashed by mingyu when he and the8 were throwing water and their bottles at the fans as well as got some of their water on the inside of my phone case !! if you’re wondering how that even worked, i had to take my case off of my phone cuz i was trying to charge it but my pop socket was in the way so i had to take it off, and then i got some of their water on the inside of my phone case 🥹🥹 hopefully that made sense djsjsj so now i carry mingyu and minghao germs in my phone with me 🥹 but yeah here’s a pic of gyu in action skdjsjdj
and then if you look on svt’s tiktok, you can find a video that minghao took at the concert i’m probs in there somewhere ,, at least i like to say that cuz then i get to “confidently” say i’m on svt’s tiktok 🤩🤩 DJDJDJD and yeah here’s a pic of him doing that and that’s mingyu there with him i believe 🥹
this was like a very brief story of my time at the svt concert (if you want me to share more pics i have over a thousand- sksjsjdj so don’t hesitate to ask 🥹🤲🏻) and omg like srsly ever since the concert, i’ve missed them so bad 😭 so much so that i may have been not keeping up with enha sm lately ??? it’s not on purpose tho 😭 i had the time of my life and it was such a cool experience. this was my second svt concert and seeing them so up close was so cool. the whole atmosphere was amazing (that’s a complete, complete understatement btw) and i was jumping, dancing, screaming and singing my lungs out. i miss them sm guys you don’t even know 😭 like me and my friends talk about it for hours every day still 😭 ugh 😭
also i’m dk biased (if you couldn’t already tell) and i came out of the concert still dk biased even though i may not always be loyal with the boys in enha i try my best to stay loyal within svt at least and plus dk has been my bias for years, there’s no turning back now i must stay loyal ✨🥰🤩 but !! (ok not me saying i’m so good at staying loyal within svt but then proceeds to say what i’m about to say) vernon and mingyu may have been on my mind for a while even to this day since the concert ,,,,, like mingyu’s hair that day omg 😭 and ugh they performed like three songs i think ?? that they’ve never performed before and we got to see the choreo for the first time and it was so cool omg 😭 but yeah. if any of y’all ever get the chance to go to a svt concert, i highly recommend. they’re so fun and it rlly shines through in their concerts and performances. i love them sm guys i wanna see them again so bad :(((
anyways i’m so grateful i got to see them again and for this day. idrk how to end this post lol pls why do i sound so awkward 😭 anyways thanks for reading and for sharing this experience with me even if t was just through a few words and pictures through your screen :) ily guys 🫶🏻🫶🏻 mwah mwah <3
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@ssongpyeon This is part 2 of answering your ask! I would reblog my first post but when I do so it removes it from the tags... So yeah...
So. I said I'd give my heavier headcanons. So warning, this could be triggering to some people, because Beyblade is extremely damn dark, and this is only darker. (Triggers in the tags.) They’re headcanons about the show because the manga is another pair of hands.
-I headcanon that Doji is his uncle (his mother's brother), actually. I think Reiji's parents were very busy because they are rich, but not the kind to just sit on their wealth and accumulate more wealth, unlike most ultra-rich people, they actually work, but they have a terrible work/life balance so they often ended up neglecting their child(ren), barely hiring nannies to take care of him (them). Doji, on the other hand, was jealous of his older sister getting most of the money and power (even though he still received plenty of money himself), and that, along with the fact he's an awful person, was what decided him to create the Dark Nebula to get more power. Except at first he didn't know L-Drago existed, so he spent years and years coming up with different schemes and plans to take control. Ryuga became part of his schemes after some time, but their 'collaboration' was still relatively recent. Reiji on the other hand has been a part of this very early on, ever since Doji offered to "take care of him" (when he was around 7-9 years-old?), and his parents agreed because they thought it was still better for him to be raised by his uncle than by strangers. (I mean, his mom was dubious at first because she knew her brother, but she assumed he was trying to apologize for their tense relationship.)
Obviously, this was all very wrong.
Doji, indeed, had just cooked up a plan that was a bit more likely to succeed than the others, and he needed a pawn for it to work. Someone naive, someone who would trust him blindly, someone he could bend and break and reshape as he wished. And who better suited for that role than a child who knew nothing of the real world?
Especially a child who already knew about Beyblade, and to whom he wouldn’t have to teach EVERYTHING about how to play. (Even if Doji didn’t yet know about the dark power at the time, he had still noticed how incredible beys could be, and he was able to tell that something could be done with that.)
Indeed, thanks to his connection with his bey, (and also because he would spent a lot of time training on his own, since he didn’t really have anything else to do,) Reiji was already quite a good blader (well, not THAT good but like... Acceptable for a child. And Doji didn’t really have any other choice anyway, so he couldn’t be picky.)
So Doji took him under his wing, and tried to use him without him noticing. After all, why would a child have doubted him?
... Except Doji is the most suspicious person ever, and that Reiji already didn't trust people much, because it seemed very weird to him that someone he didn't know would just take him in and be nice. (I can only imagine that during his childhood, kids hated him because his parents were rich so they assumed he could have anything he wanted, and that if he refused to share, it was because he was mean. It wasn't.)
So anyway Reiji didn't trust Doji, to the point where it made Doji's entire plan fail. Also because it wasn't a solid plan (I mean, have you seen Doji's ideas? Seriously? The man can't think for more than two seconds to save his life. Anyone whose plan is ‘step 1. conquer the world! Step 2. ???‘ can’t think for more than two seconds to save their life.)
The whole failure meant Doji had to find a new plan. And as previously stated, Doji is bad at thinking up ideas.
So Doji kept scheming, but also trying to understand what to do with his nephew (he couldn’t pretend he couldn’t stand him as an excuse to give him back to his parents, since he might have needed him again later on). He also felt that he actually had to gain his trust, otherwise he wouldn’t manage to do anything.
And to do this, he would have to do something. To create Reiji Mizuchi, out of this lonely, quiet, useless kid.
So he staged the kidnapping.
/!\ Alright so I warned there would be some triggering stuff in there. THIS IS IT NOW. If you wish to proceed, it’s at your own risk. /!\
So my headcanon is that Doji... Got random goons to kidnap Reiji, lock him up in one of his mansions for a few months (which would later on become one of the Dark Nebula’s headquarters, where Reiji was obviously not allowed)... And to torture him by putting electrodes on his head and giving him shocks, as they forced him to listen to the same words being said over and over again each time he was shocked —positive words, encouraging words, determined words... In one word... Friendship. Everything about friendship.
Want to make sure someone will never, ever have any friends, who could interfere with your plans and actually save the person you’re manipulating? Make the very concept of friendship hurt them like Hell.
And that’s what Doji did. And that’s why during his battle against Kenta, when Kenta starts talking about winning for his friends, Reiji... Loses it. Starts clutching his head, saying “it hurts, it hurts! It really hurts!!” Why would he be faking this? He is actually hurt. My headcanon (theory?????) is that his mind now associates the words/ideas with being shocked, which is horribly painful, and that this is what makes him freak out, and start going crazy (crazier than he was at least). To disprove this theory, you may say that he wasn’t hurt because of Kenta’s words, but because Kenta was about to beat him. To which I say no. Because otherwise, he would have similarly freaked out during his fight against Gingka. And he didn’t. He was extremely scared, but not hurt. He didn’t, as Doji put it, “have to use his true power”. (Sorry if my retranscription of what they said in the episodes is approximative, I’m relying on my memory and while I basically know the French version by heart, I don’t know the English one as well.)
Soooooo there you have it. But that’s not over. After the torture, when Doji deemed he was “ready”, he showed up at the mansion with three or four other goons disguised as cops who “arrested” the “bad guys” in front of Reiji’s eyes. In other words, Doji pretended that someone else had kidnapped him, but that he had been looking for him the whole time and that now he had finally found him, everything would be okay.
All of this to both earn Reiji’s trust, make sure that he would not make any friends (who could have proved to Reiji that Doji was evil), and even give him a good reason to make Reiji stay put (his excuse for basically locking him up in his bedroom being “so it’s easier to protect you”).
It was also a way to encourage him to become a better blader, “so you can protect yourself”.
So that’s what Doji did, keep Reiji alone in his bedroom, slowly becoming crazier and even more brainwashed as everything he had access to was controlled by Doji, everything he was told was said by Doji, everything he could watch on TV (to analyze other bladers’ moves and both learn from their techniques, and learn to hate them since unlike him, they never had to suffer) was recorded and put there by Doji...
And that’s how Doji created the perfect little monster, the perfect little puppet.
Later on, when he learned about the dark power, and learned the Hagane family was the one in charge of protecting it, all Doji had to do was to tell Reiji that hey, after years of searching for the one behind your terrible-horrible-awful tragedy, we finally found him, and his name is Ryo Hagane.
Which makes Reiji want revenge upon him. And what better revenge, whispers Doji after he realizes that Ryo was less of a threat than he thought and Gingka is the one to watch out for, than completely destroying Ryo’s most precious possession? No, not his bey, though it would kill two birds with one stone... But his darling, darling son. Annihilated, right in front of his eyes, as he watches helplessly. He pretends to be dead, that traitor, but we know it’s not true. He is merely hiding, hiding from his sins, so his crimes will remain unpunished. But he made a mistake. He didn’t realize that you — the one he broke, the one he hurt, the one he tortured without an ounce of pity — would be better than them all. Would not be weak. Would be powerful enough to avenge yourself. So go, my child.
Avenge yourself.
—> Okay so I... Went a bit off-course... But you get the idea. There you go. That’s... My main theory about Reiji’s past.
So yeah, I definitely agree with you about Reiji actually being the key element of at least one of Doji's ideas. Which made him, yes, Doji’s plan B should plan A (using Ryuga to get L-drago's power) fail.
-Though, I mean, I do have another theory. It’s a bit less comprehensive, but I think it’s interesting nonetheless.
It once again mostly focuses on Kenta and Reiji’s fight in episode 44 because that scene of Reiji freaking the hell out lives in my head rent-free. And it doesn’t just live in my head rent-free (I mean, all of Reiji’s scenes live in my head rent-free, it’s nothing special). But this one... This one has a fucking castle in my head, with twelve swimming pools and three parks. This one has underwear made of gold and a crown made of cheese. Hot digitty dang darnit.
It’s about Reiji’s snake eyes.
See, usually, his snake eyes are like this. You probably already know it.
HOWEVER, when he starts screaming about being in pain, as you may have noticed, his snake eyes become like THIS.
It’s not a mistake, as they stay like that the whole scene, starting when he starts hurting and ending only when Gingka interrupts the fight. It’s on PURPOSE.
So we have two options. Either you are a normal person, so you say “oh, this is symbolic”.
Either you are a completely deranged madman, and you go “well OBVIOUSLY it means Reiji’s snake eyes are devices given to him by Doji, and that have been made to electrocute him so he’ll go on a rampage whenever they are activated because he doesn’t understand where the pain is coming from and mistakenly assumes it’s caused by his opponent, when really it’s just Doji pressing a button”. And, since during Gingka and Reiji’s fight, Doji wasn’t there because he was fighting Ryo... It makes sense that he couldn’t have harmed Reiji.
Okay. I don’t actually believe this theory/headcanon. Or rather I don’t really like it because I prefer my other one. (Not that I actually believe in any of my headcanons, I just think they’re neat.) But the snake eyes are looking at me and the explanation ‘it’s symbolism’ only half satisfies me.
Alright... So that was it for my theories... The rest of my headcanons are more ‘tame’... And just, logical... It’s just what happens after Battle Bladers.
-he’s still kind of scared of Gingka (he’s very prone to nightmares) but it’s getting better
-obviously most of his nightmares are rather about the Dark Nebula...
-he also doesn’t like televisions for obvious reasons.
-he still likes Beyblade because he likes his bey, but he doesn’t actually fight anymore, at least for a while. But he may start again in the future.
-sometimes in my “after Battle Bladers” AUs I headcanon that someone who was outraged by his treatment of Hyoma and Kenta destroys his bey, while he is busy going through the trauma of having just lost, and a bit of dissociation as he realizes that 1) if we go with my first headcanon/theory, he sees he could not avenge himself; but most of all 2) he is not the strongest so he is actually vulnerable and can be hurt at any moment. (This being represented by him turning to stone.) The trauma is obviously even worse when he sees his bey is destroyed. (Okay this is sad so uh... Let’s say it makes him realize destroying beys is awful, no matter the reason... So Gingka and his friends forgive him... And Madoka fixes his bey... Yeah LET’S GO WITH THAT.)
-the person he hates the most is Doji (don’t we all)
-ever since he understood Doji lied to him for about half of his life, he has trust issues... It slowly gets better as he meets kinder people, but it’s still something he has to fight.
#tw: torture#tw: electrocution#reiji mizuchi#headcanon#metal fight beyblade#mfb#reiji beyblade#ssongpyeon#I’m a 100% aware this is fan wank#and idgaf#i probably forgot half of my headcanons again#it’s fine#if i forgot I’ll remember eventually#for now I still have work to do... why am I like this#also sorry for the bad quality of the pic in the middle#I’m lazy as all hell
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toronto maple leafs lock screens / hockey fights cancer night
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I Carry Your Heart
Harry Styles x Reader
Word Count: 4k
{Ahhhh ok so this is my first work like ever. There will definitely be a second part because ive got more to say and it needs a second part. I hope whoever sees and reads this imagine enjoys it. I appreciate comments, likes, reblogs, ideas on what could go into the story, and any form of help and redirection as to how i should write things. Much love, R.}.
Part two
All Y/N wanted tonight was to hang out with her boyfriend, eat a mass amount of junk food, and watch a marvel movie or two. That was all she wanted and that was all she asked of her boyfriend. Instead of any of that happening, she found herself sitting on the nasty kitchen island of her boyfriend's frat at a party that she was trying to avoid going to.
This party was supposedly ‘the party of the year.’ The last rager before finals and then christmas break. Y/N had spent the whole week studying and finishing up end of semester projects hence the want for a chill night. When Harry came to her saying his frat was throwing a party tonight and that he just HAD to be here, Y/N didn't feel like she had a choice but to let him go. She came because she thought this would be the only time she would be able to have some time with Harry after a long week of barely seeing each other. With two vastly different majors, the couple wasnt able to find a lot of time in the middle of school work to make time for just the two of them. Obviously her hopes of quality time with her man were futile because here she was sitting by herself in the kitchen of the frat while Harry drank and got high with his friends in other parts of the house.
Of course she was disappointed. She felt a knot in her throat and a weight on her chest just sitting there in that kitchen. Her white claw was warm now- not that it was any cold when she opened it. She was starting to form a small headache from the too loud music and the ache in her heart was growing.
She stood from the countertop on the search for her boyfriend, hoping he wasn't too far gone from sober. Wiping the back of her jeans from anything that was left on the island, she began walking around the house. She doesn't remember the last time the two of them spent time together by themselves. Of course they occasionally ate dinner together in the dining hall but they were normally surrounded by friends. Y/N wanted to be alone with her boyfriend to talk and bask in his presence.
After pushing through groups of partying humans, she found Harry and at least ten other people sitting around playing some sort of drinking game.
“Y/N! Where have you been?” Luca, one of Harry's frat brothers yelled out to her from the circle. Luca was cool, he was one of the only tolerable boys in this frat aside from Harry. Hearing his girlfriend's name, Harry turned around from where he sat on the ground and reached out for his girlfriend to sit beside him. Much to Y/N’s dismay, Harry was wasted. His eyes were half mass and his words bumped and slurred together. “We are playing truth or dare, wanna play?” Luca asked.
��I don't wanna play but Ill sit and watch.” Sitting next to her boyfriend, she grabbed one of his hands holding it in her lap. She was annoyed at him but it did her no good to show it when he was this drunk.
This game of truth or dare was childish. Dares of licking people's shoes and taking multiple shots had been done and truths about money and relationships were being spilled among the group. It had finally become Harry’s turn to do something, making Y/N tense.
“Ok Harry, I dare you to…” One drunk frat boy started looking around the room trying to come up with something clever. His eyes landed on a pretty girl in the room, Yara, a stuck up girl who for sure got her way no matter what. “I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room- obviously not your girlfriend because that defeats the purpose.” The frat boy smirked knowing what his intentions were. Everyone in the group giggles and gasped shocked by the dare but ready to see what was going to go down. Y/N’s brows furrowed as she became angry with the stupid dare.
The ache in her chest seemed to tip over the edge when she felt her boyfriend in the room move to stand up. She grabbed at the bottom of his shirt as a way of stopping him. Harry halted his movements to look down at his girlfriend. He giggled a little.
“You’re not actually going to do this right?” She asked Harry with wide eyes of shock. Harry laughed at her like she made a joke, making her heart hurt even more.”Harry I do not want you to do this just take the shot and lose the dare.” Her tone held warning.
“Don't be silly of course I'm going to. It's just a dare, nothing serious. Don't be so clingy.” He stood walking over to Yara and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. Yara gripped Harry’s shirt and kissed him harder. The kiss went on for a few more seconds, the room absolutely silent out of shock. Harry stepped back from Yara slightly sobering up from his actions. Yara smirked at Y/N, hand gliding down the front of Harry's shirt.
Y/N stood from the seat she was in and scoffed. Scoffed because she should've known Harry would do something like this. Scoffed because it hurt to see her boyfriend do something so careless without any regard for his girl's feelings. She pulled herself together, feeling her throat tighten once again. She was quick to leave the room and down the hall of the frat.
Harry's clumsy steps could be heard from behind her as he mumbled her name. Or at least he tried to. He was still so out of it, his words not making much sense. Y/N was crying now, the strength that she had slowly dissolving as she walked further away from her boyfriend.
“Y/N wait. P-please wait. I cant-” Harry stumbled over his legs behind her falling into the grass of the front yard. The girl couldn't help but turn around looking at her stupid boyfriend. She was choking on sobs now. She wasn't crying over a measly little kiss but over an extreme amount of burnout from school and exhaustion from simply existing. She was crying because her boyfriend ignored her boundaries, crushing and erasing the boundaries she had set in their relationship. Harry tried reaching for her once she had stopped walking. His hand clasped around her wrist, he laid his head down on her shoulder. He hated seeing her cry even if he was too drunk to see why.
“Baby don't leave, Im-Im Sorry.” He hiccuped and burped due to the alcohol. Y/N felt her rage build. Shoving Harry off of her, she crossed her arms across her chest as a way to shield herself from Harry physically. He was hurt by her distance and the wall she put up around her.
“You're an idiot Harry. An idiot!” her sobs grew louder, some stray party goers watching in amusement- some even snapchatting it for shits and giggles. “I didnt want you to kiss her and you did. What provoked you to think that was ok? All I wanted was for us to hang out tonight and just be us and you did this!” She was yelling now. Her hurt is beyond her now. Anger and rage simmered throughout her body making her head dizzy and her fingers curl within themselves. She didnt like being angry. It wasn't an emotion she liked acting on, it felt impersonal.
“Baby I don't under-” Before Harry could finish his sentence he was barfing at his feet. Y/N stepped back disgusted with her boyfriend. She couldn't even feel remorseful because of how angry she was. Luca, the frat brother from earlier, caught up with Harry and his girl only to find Harry doubled over heaving. Luca wrapped his arms around Harry's shoulders.
“I'm sorry Luca but I can't do this tonight. Can you please make sure he gets some water and goes to bed. I-I can't do it tonight, I wish I could but I can't.” Y/N didn't want to leave her boyfriend in this state but she didn't deserve this. She wasn't going to care for her drunk boyfriend when all she wanted to do was care for herself. Selfishly, she enjoyed seeing him this way because of the anger he caused her.
Luca shook his head in understandment. “Of course, I'm really sorry for tonight. He's going to seriously regret this in the morning, especially since it will be circulating all over snapchat in the morning.” Luca waved to Y/N then proceeded to pull Harry into the house. Harry called out for Y/N not wanting to be away from her but Luca pulled him harder.
Harry woke up the next morning feeling like the bottom of a dumpster. He wasn't shocked by that. He knew he got trashed last night, he had planned to. He, just like Y/N, spent all week studying and completing projects while also fulfilling certain responsibilities for his frat. He wanted one night to be a normal teen. So he drank and drank and drank and maybe even smoked some weed. As he tried to recall last night's events he came up with nothing. He didn't understand why Y/N wasn't here with him like she normally would after a party on the weekend. They were normally always together during the weekend. A bad feeling loomed over him. He could tell something wasn't right but decided to put his feelings to the side.
He saw a bottle of water beside his bed making him think she was probably here and left early. Chugging the water he started to go through his socials to see if anyone had posted about the party. He had multiple tagged pics and videos in his notifications from snapchat. Way more than he normally would.
The first video he saw was a video of him and Y/N standing in the front yard of the frat house. Turning the volume all the way up he could hear Y/N yelling, it shocked him. She doesn't normally raise her voice, especially not at him. The angle changed showing her face which was red with anger, eyes filled with unshed tears. He could hear her yelling about him kissing someone else. He felt his heart stop. He had kissed someone else? On the next snap was a picture of him keeled over vomiting on his shoes with the caption saying, ‘are yall seeing this shit?’ Harry was embarrassed but he was more concerned than anything.
His head was hurting but it didn't stop him from rolling out of bed, washing up, and putting on a fresh set of clothes. He checked his phone hoping Y/N had messaged him but nothing was there. He walked into the kitchen only to see luca sitting at the counter eating cereal.
“Hey Harry….” Luca said warily. Luca pushed the cereal around his bowl feeling the tension begin to rise in the room. He felt horrible about his friends.
“Luca...what's up?” Harry was confused by Lucas' wariness.
“So do you remember anything about last night?” Luca asked, setting his cereal down in the sink behind him. Harry started playing with the frayed edges of a bracelet Y/N made for him. It had little beads with her name on it. They made them together at an event on campus.
“I don't, I only saw the videos of Y/N screaming at me. I think I fucked up but I- I don't know what happened.” Harry's cheek flushed with even more embarrassment. Luca awkwardly chuckled scratching the back of his neck.
“You got dared to kiss the hottest girl in the room and um actually did it in front of Y/N...even though she didn't want you to. Which led you guys outside and yeah you know the rest...Im sorry dude, I wish I had stopped you.”
“Who- who did I kiss?” Harrys stomach lurched when he heard Yara’s name come out of Lucas' name. Y/N didn't like Yara and it was understandable. Yara has been pining after Harry since their first year of college. Harry couldn't breathe. He felt disgusted with himself. He could only imagine how Y/N was feeling.
Y/N woke up the same morning, eyes puffy and crusty from tears and head hurting. She probably cried herself into dehydration. She was lucky enough to have no roommate because she wouldn't have wanted someone else to see her breakdown. She still couldn't believe last night went down the way it went down. She couldn't tell if she was just being overdramatic or if her emotions were in the right place. She didn't want to be mad at Harry. He was everything to her, she had an odd connection to him. Meeting him during their freshman welcome week they quickly became best friends with a growing romantic connection in the mix. They started dating before Christmas break. They had grown close so fast that he even came home with her to meet her family for the first few days of break. Even though they were in their junior year of college, Y/N could see them beyond college. She's imagined them getting married, travelling, sharing a home. She saw the whole future with him. She had her doubts though. He was immature just like every other boy in college. He was dumb with his actions and tended to only do things if they benefited him. He had a lot of growing to do as a person, so did she but she wanted to grow with him.
She heard a knock on her door hesitating to answer it because one, it could be Harry, and two, she looked like a wreck. Answering anyways, she was met with a very sorry looking Harry holding a small coffee and bagel from their cafe.
“Hi baby…” He sheepishly said holding out the items. She silently let him through the door not once looking him in the eye. He stepped into her room, setting her treats on her desk. He could see that her bed was messy meaning she recently woke up. Y/N never went about her day without making her bed. He turned back to her and finally their eyes met. He took in all of her facial features, from her puffy eyes, to her downturned lips that looked chapped, to her flushed cheeks that longed to be held for warmth. He hated to see her like this, the last time he saw her so upset was when her parents moved out of her childhood home. It took alot to make Y/N this upset. She was normally really headstrong and vigilant. She knew how to ease her way out of problematic situations and could talk her way through anything.
Harry opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Y/N holding her hand up in front of his face. “Don't talk. I'm really hurt Harry, so if your plan was to come over here and apologize over bagels- think again.” She snapped, backing up to put space between the two of them. She sat down on her bed while Harry pulled the desk chair out and sat down. He much preferred to be on the bed with her holding her tight but he didn't want to overstep boundaries.
“Love, I don't know where to begin. I'm really sorry for what happened last night. I was really drunk and obviously wasn't in the right headspace.” Harry reached out and touched the tips of her fingers with his. She wanted to move but it felt good to be touched by Harry.
“I told you that a measly little apology won't do Harry. I didn't want you to kiss Yara and you did anyway. You know how Yara feels about you and you just let it happen!” She pulled her hand away remembering the prior night's events. Harry felt himself getting angry too. He felt like he needed to defend himself- even though it would be a very bad idea.
“I think you're being over dramatic.” Wrong move Harry. “It wasn't like I was making out with her!”
“You're joking right?” She scoffed and scooted further up her bed to create more distance. “Harry it's the simple fact that you did something that made me uncomfortable that shouldn't have even happened. I see myself getting married to you and it makes me worry that right now in our relationship you can't respect my boundaries!” She yelled. Harry’s eyes widened as he laughed sarcastically.
“Married? What the fuck are you on about? I'm a junior in college. In what world would it make sense for me to be prepping a relationship for marriage? Once again I think you're being over dramatic.” Her eyes watered hearing Harry's statement.
“I- I guess I'm the only one in this relationship thinking about the future? I thought we were on the same page. I'm not planning our marriage now, obviously. I'm thinking about how elements of our relationship now could play out in the future when we do want to get married. You cheated on me last night. I went to a party you begged ME to go to only to be there for you. I wanted to be here cuddling with you, pigging out on fast food but I was at a party with you and got cheated on!” Her volume rises once again, making Harry shove his chair from underneath him when he stands up.
“You're doing too much right now. I'm not planning a future right now because I don't want this future! I want to be myself without thinking about how to appease my girlfriend. I invited you to the party so you could lighten the fuck up. I love you, I do, but I'm not thinking of marriage and futures. I'm thinking about my life right now and having fun.” Harry snapped right back at her. Her chin wobbled. Obviously her and Harry were on different pages. It hurt so much to hear him say that he didn't want a future with her. Harry didn't mean it though.
“Ok, well I guess that's my fault for assuming we were thinking along the same lines. Um, I don't want to hold you back from being yourself so with that being said, you are a free man Harry.” She pushed herself up from her bed walking to the door ready to escort Harry out.
“Huh? Love, what?” Harry was confused on how they got to this point. Just a few days ago they were in love, meeting in the library to share a lunch and exchanging sweet words determined by their love.
“Listen I have a day full of exams tomorrow so if you could just leave that would be best. You don't really want this so I'm letting you go, Harry.” She had tears rolling down her face, falling from her eyes down to her chin where they fell to the ground in droplets. Harry’s eyes welled up watching his love cry before him.
“I don't-”
“Harry, leave, please.” She opened the door making room for him to go through. He walked through the door turning to look at her. She turned her face away from him whispering a small goodbye before shutting the door. Harry was left in the silent hallway, so silent he could hear his thoughts and the tears hitting the tile floor beneath him. He thinks he stood there for at least thirty more minutes before accepting what had happened and walking away.
Leaving Y/N in her room sobbing like she had never done before. Her tears coated her face and she thought her head could explode right then and there. She didn't want to accept what had happened but she had priorities. She composed herself enough to start studying for her exams.
The week rolled by quickly, Monday meeting Friday in a flash. Exams were done and Christmas break was on the horizon. Students were piling off of campus in a hurry ready to get home to their loved ones. People were outside by cars loading up their winter necessaries and saying their goodbyes to their close friends.
Harry cried everyday this week. He wasn't normally a crier. He hated crying, he hated the feeling of crying and the headache that came from it. He cried because he realized how wrong he was. He missed Y/N. He missed finals week dinner together where they tried to get off campus at least once and be alone for a moment. He missed watching her relax while eating food that wasn't from their school's cafeteria. He would pay for their meal just so she could have one less thing to worry about. They would normally get frozen yogurt right after too, Y/N getting as many toppings as she wanted because Harry would be the one paying. He missed her tight after exam hugs. She would squeeze his shoulders tight, smiling into his neck, telling him how proud she was of him. She would bring him tea in the morning when they met for breakfast. Sometimes they would spend the night in one or the others room so they could have time together to destress and just talk.
Y/N wasn't doing any better. She normally went into exam week feeling confident. She studied too hard not to. But this week she felt like shit. Her heart hurt and she kept thinking about the fight. She feels like she overreacted but hearing Harry talk about their lack of a future hurt nonetheless. She really assumed that they did have a future that included marriage and a life together. She didn't understand where his sudden lack of commitment came from. She regretted dumping him but at the same time she wished he did more to get them back together but he was silent. He hasn't contacted her at all and avoided all of their spots on campus all together.
She stood by her car prepping for her six hours car ride back home. Packing away her clothes and some essentials in the trunk of her car, she heard light footsteps behind her. Closing her trunk she turned to see Harry standing with his hands in his pockets.
“Hi.” He said. She looked at him, putting her own hands in her pockets. It was cold outside, the nippy air hinting at a possibility of snow.
“Hi Harry.” They shared a moment of silence together. Just staring at each other. It felt good to be near each other again. They felt like they could breathe again.
“I had to see you before you left. I know the break is only a month but I didn't want to leave without seeing you.” He replied quietly. She made him feel so shy. Her beauty always made him awestruck. Even in a hoodie with their college's logo and some large sweatpants and some fuzzy crocs, she was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
“I don't know what to say harry.”
“It's ok. I don't deserve anything from you after what I said. I just wanted to apologize and wish you a good break before you left. I also wanted to give you this.” He pulled a small box and envelope out of the front pocket of his backpack. “I know we agreed on no presents but I think thats a dumb rule and I love you too much to not get you something.” She smiled at his words, taking the gift from his hands.
“Thank you Harry, it means a lot to me. So what are your plans for a break?” She asked him, the tension that was in the air slowly dissipating.
“I couldn't get a flight home until next wednesday so i'll stay here on campus until then.” He shrugged.
“Oh ok. Well tell Anne I said hi. I have to go Harry but I'll see you after the break, ok?” She didn't want to leave him but she didn't want to drive through the dark.
“Ok, love. Drive safe. I lov- I mean have a good break.” Her chest tightened at his hesitation. She wants to hear him say the words but she knows he won't.
“Have a good break Harry.” She whispered. Before getting in her car she stood on her toes placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Rubbing her thumb across his cheek and turning away and into her car.
She drove away knowing that her heart was left in that parking lot in the hands of someone she loves way too much.
Harry stood in the parking lot watching his heart drive away for winter wanting nothing more than to be with her.
Part two
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Chapter 13 of Golden Dawn
A/N: This chapter is spicy and has a lot of action!
Summary: a new mission which requires you and Crosshair to attend a ball and he gets jealous of the way everyone else is looking at you. But before that, he shows you another way his rifle can be used... 👀
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 13.8k
Warnings: S M U T, light choking, weapon kink, description of blood and injuries
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“I know why hearing you speak mando’a felt familiar,” you told Crosshair as you were making your way through the city and back to the hotel.
“Why?” he asked you and stroked your hand with his thumb while you were holding hands.
“That time I stayed over in your room and slept there after we…,” you said and blushed a little when you thought about him binding you and fucking you. His face was amused as he recalled the memory. “So before I fell asleep you were humming something quietly. I don’t remember it clearly because I was already half-asleep but now I think it was something in mando’a,” you looked up at him, waiting for his reaction.
“Maybe,” he said and the corner of his mouth twitched.
“Well?” you were still staring at him expectantly.
“Well what?”
“Don’t you want to elaborate on that? What song was it? Do you sing? How well do you speak mando’a?” You showered him with questions as you usually did, eager to get all the answers.
He seemed to think about it before answering. “For my defence, I thought you were asleep.”
“You have a nice voice,” you smiled up at him fondly. What couldn’t this man do?
He slightly shook his head. “I don’t sing.”
“But you did, I heard it.”
“You dreamed it,” he smirked and tried to get out of answering.
“I didn’t,” you laughed and persisted. “So what song was it?”
He sighed. “It was a lullaby 99 used to sing to us when we were young cadets. We were just put together in a new room and he stayed over for the first few nights to help us accommodate.”
“That is so sweet of him,” you said with a soft smile on your lips. So far every story he told you about 99 warmed your heart. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
“I said I would introduce you next time we visit Kamino.”
“Yes, thank you. Why is he on Kamino anyway? Shouldn’t he be out on the battlefield like you guys? Knowing you four I can only imagine how good of a soldier he must be.”
A shadow passed through Crosshair’s face. “He is not that kind of soldier,” he said. “We are listed as defective clones,” he scowled when he said the word clone, like it physically hurt him to think of himself as a clone, “with desirable mutations. But his mutation is not desirable, he is just defective.”
“I’m sorry,” you looked up at him. “So what’s his job?”
“Janitorial duties.”
“I see. The more you tell me about him the more I want to meet him. I hope we visit Kamino soon.”
“I don’t,” Crosshair frowned.
“Why’s that?” You asked with a confused voice. Wasn’t Kamino the closest place they considered a home?
He snorted without any glee. “To run more experiments on us? To do battle situations while we could be on the battlefield or on a mission? To be around regs?”
You ignored his last comment. “At least 99 will be there,” you tried cheering him up. “Besides, we probably won’t have to go there soon.”
He nodded and tilted his head slightly when he saw something in the distance. You followed his gaze but the only thing you could see was that you were at the part of the city where the Havoc Marauder was parked. You thought you saw the ship but it was too far away to know for sure that it really was the Marauder.
“What’s going on?” you asked Crosshair and saw that a smile was playing on his lips.
“Hunter came to collect your debt.”
“What?!” you yelled and accelerated your steps, dragging Crosshair with you. “He didn’t even show me the final sketch, I’m going to kill him,” you pursed your lips.
“I think it’s quite good,” Crosshair said and you stuck your tongue out at him.
“Your freakishly good eyesight is still a little creepy,” you said. “Also, I lost the bet because of you, you know.”
“Maybe I can convince you to still do what we planned?” he asked and you remembered your dirty little negotiation and blushed.
“I’ll have to think about it,” you pretended to not care about it and he abruptly stopped you and looked deeply into your eyes with a smug expression on his face.
“I don’t think you’ll take much convincing,” he kissed you passionately. You forgot where you were hurrying the moment his lips touched yours and got lost in the kiss and the sweet taste of his lips. You pulled his head closer and buried your fingers in his hair. You could never get enough of this man.
He chuckled lightly after letting you go and seeing your messed up expression. You wanted to run to the ship to see Hunter’s stupid painting and you also wanted to tease Crosshair about losing the bet for you but all you could think about was his lips on yours.
“You can do better than that to persuade me,” you decided to tease him and smirked. You licked your lower lips and glanced at him to see his reaction. He lifted a brow then ran his hand down your back until it was resting on your waist. His other hand disappeared in your hair and pulled on it lightly to make you look up at him before he kissed you again.
This time he didn’t hold anything back, he bit your lower lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth and kissing you passionately. His hand on your waist held you tight and he dug his fingers deep into your flesh to pull you even closer. All you could do was to get lost in him and let him overwhelm you. Your legs went weak as he kept kissing you and he had to hold you up to keep you on your feet. You placed your hand on his chest and pulled him closer by grabbing the neckline of his shirt. He growled into the kiss and went on to kiss your neck and leave a mark on it. You tilted your head to give him better access and completely forgot that you were in the middle of the city and surrounded by people.
When Crosshair looked up even he was panting and you couldn’t help feeling a little smug about it. You weren’t the only one to be so affected.
“If we weren’t in the middle of a busy parking lot I would fuck you right here,” he said while maintaining eye contact. You could feel his chest quickly rising and sinking under your palms and had to suppress a moan.
“I thought that just turned you on,” you flirted back and his eyes widened.
“Maybe it does.”
“And maybe I would let you do it,” you teased.
“Don’t tease me, you know I would do it,” he said seriously. “I would fuck you in front of a hundred strangers and murder anyone who dared to touch you. They could watch but never feel what I feel, never have you the way I do and never be able to make you scream like I do,” he continued and he brushed a lock of hair away from your stunned face.
He really meant it. His words were hypnotizing and you found yourself wanting everything he said, you wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. You were standing there, eyes wide, mouth slightly open as you were trying to catch your breath. You quickly shook your head to snap out of it and reminded yourself that you were still in fact in a busy parking lot.
“Another time,” you said playfully and remembered where you were hurrying before Crosshair distracted you. The ship and Hunter’s painting.
You thought that if it was too bad you would sneak out one day and paint it over. Your bet was about him painting it and not it staying there, right?
You started walking toward the ship again and now could make Hunter and the other two out. Hunter climbed up on the ship to paint and looked up with a grin on his face when he saw you.
“What do you say?” he asked and lifted his eyebrows.
You narrowed your eyes. It was luckily not a huge painting, that was a good start. Hunter painted you leaning toward a wall and lifting a blaster. You were wearing your usual black mission outfit but he gave it a few more tears to make it more revealing. It was not as bad as you built it up in your head.
“It is…,” you tilted your head, “acceptable.” You did lose the bet so he had every right to paint it. He wasn’t as evil as you thought he would be and you were grateful for that. You were not sure if it was sheer kindness toward you or the wariness of Crosshair’s reaction if he had done something worse.
Hunter grinned and jumped off the ship just to land effortlessly next to you. Tech started talking to him about how the painting should be taken care of to preserve its quality.
“I still kinda wish he went with this, I think it fits our aesthetic better,” Wrecker lifted Hunter’s datapad and you took a look at it and gasped. It was an almost totally naked drawing of you where your nipples were covered by a ridiculous bra and you were barely wearing anything to cover your bottom.
“For fuck’s sake,” Crosshair ripped the datapad out of Wrecker’s hand with lightning speed. “I warned you not to do this,” he lifted his gaze up at Hunter.
“You were not supposed to see that,” Hunter looked at Wrecker grumpily.
“You won’t see it again,” Crosshair said and deleted the pic. But you saw that he had sent it over to himself before he did that. “And now,” he cracked his knuckles and stepped forward to push Hunter. “I did warn you,” he said as Hunter stood his ground.
“Guys,” you quickly stepped between them. They were a little more than teasing each other but you didn’t feel like stitching them up after a fight so you intervened.
“You deleted the pic so we’re fair now,” you patted Crosshair’s chest. “And you’re a dick,” you grimaced at Hunter who just grinned.
“I was just innocently practising my drawing.”
“Just not with me,” you said and had to push Crosshair a little back as he wanted to start it again after Hunter spoke. “Where did you learn to draw like this anyway?”
“They were monitoring our datapads on Kamino, I had to get creative,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, so disgusting,” Wrecker said and Hunter snorted.
“It’s not like you didn’t ask for special custom pieces.”
You laughed at that and even Crosshair relaxed a little.
“I suggest that you all come inside now, there’s a call we need to take,” you heard Tech’s voice coming from the ship and his tone told you that it was something serious.
You all got on the ship and walked in the cockpit to see a hologram waiting for you.
“Captain Tarkin!” Hunter nodded at the stern looking man. All playfulness was gone from his face and he was ready to hear what the captain had to say.
You stepped closer to Crosshair and he held your hand a little tighter. You have only heard about this man so far and even through the holovid he had a strong aura of authority around him. He looked like he would only let you fail one time.
“Clone force 99,” Tarkin started talking. “I have a rather delicate mission for you and I require you to start working on it immediately.”
You shivered at the coldness of his voice but Hunter only gave a small nod.
“Tomorrow evening there will be a reception on the planet Corellia. A politician called Clarence Hart will be attending it and you are going to report everything he’s doing and everyone he’s talking to. We suspect that he’s secretly allying with the separatists and will be attending a meeting regarding that on the night of the reception. If he does or he gives any sign that he even considered betraying the Republic, bring him in,” his tone was so cold that for Hart’s sake you hoped he was not the traitor Tarkin thought he was.
“Understood, Captain,” Hunter nodded with a serious face.
Tarkin eyed him for a second then without even glancing at anyone else he cut off the call.
“Isn’t he a sweetheart?” you asked dryly and Wrecker burst out laughing.
“He do be having that stick up his ass,” he said and threw himself in one of the seats.
“He’s an efficient captain,” Hunter noted but his voice suggested that he wasn’t exactly fond of the man.
“Yeah, he’s a dick,” Crosshair said and pulled you into his arms.
“You’re one to talk,” Wrecker sent him a grin and Crosshair rolled his eyes.
“I already found the details of the reception,” Tech looked up from his datapad and joined in the conversation.
“Fancy,” you looked over his shoulder and saw the grandiose building it was set to be in.
“Tell me more about what we know,” Hunter sat down next to him.
“There will be a few hundred guests, all high ranking politicians or other public figures. The security level is going to be...,” Tech tapped his datapad a few times and tilted his head. “Rather high. Two guards stationed at every entrance, several patrolling on the roof.”
“What are they expecting, the chancellor?” Wrecker snorted.
“I’ll have to study the layout of the building and gather knowledge of Clarence Hart before we can form a plan,” Tech said.
“Alright, tell me when that big plan of yours is ready,” Wrecker got up and looked for Gonky.
While they were talking Crosshair’s hands had started to wander on you and it got more and more diffcult to pretend that you weren’t losing your fucking mind under his touch.
Hunter sent you a knowing look and stood up. “I’ll go get our stuff from the hotel,” he said and you let out a sigh that he didn’t embarrass you this time.
“I don’t wanna hear what these two are about to do,” he added and you took back your previous thought.
“Respectfully, go fuck yourself!!” you shouted after him as he got off the ship.
“No, I don’t think I’ll be the one fucked,” he winked and left you speechless. You were still trying to find the best comeback when he was long gone and Crosshair nudged you.
“Don’t take him seriously, sunshine.”
You pursed your lips but let him lead you out of the cockpit, leaving the blushing Tech alone. He also heard Hunter’s comment.
You followed Crosshair back into his spotless room. Everything was neatly folded and in its place.
“I see why Tech likes you, I think your room is the cleanest,” you said with a smile on your face.
A slightly sinister look appeared on Crosshair’s face as he looked at his admirable rifle collection in the corner. You followed his gaze and walked over to the corner to examine the rifles. You picked one particularly long one up and inspected it.
“I clean those frequently too,” Crosshair said in a low voice and took a step forward. Your throat tightened and you gulped. He couldn’t mean what you were thinking. You suddenly felt very hot and you didn’t dare lifting your face so you kept looking at the rifle and its barrel. It was the perfect size.
“I can see that,” you said in a weak voice as he took another step toward you. He was coming closer to you like a hunter approaching his prey but you didn’t feel like a prey. You wanted to get caught.
You collected yourself and looked up into his face. He was inspecting you, your every little gesture and he was waiting. Your palms started to sweat as the rifle felt hotter in your hands.
“You don’t mean...?” You stroked the barrel in your hand and his pupils visibly dilated and his lips parted as he drew in a sharp breath.
He took it out of your hand and pushed you up against the wall. You were pressed against him, his body surrounding you and you looked up at him and licked your mouth. He lifted the rifle and gently stroked your face, neck and cleavage with the tip of it.
You shivered where the cold metal touched your skin and you threw your head back. It was exhilarating, dangerous and it was wrong. The rifle belonged to the battlefield to fight droids but universe, was the thought of it against your naked body pleasurable.
“I do mean,” Crosshair whispered into your ear and you got goosebumps all over your body. He drove the rifle down your body and pressed it against your thighs. You gasped and reached for his shoulder to lean on.
“Oh,” you said as he slowly slid the barrel between your thighs. You could feel his hot breath against the sensitive skin behind your ear. His body brushed against yours harder and you could feel that the mere thought of pleasuring you with his custom rifle got him hard.
You rubbed yourself against his hard length, feeling the friction your clothes provided and he nearly choked and dug his fingers deeper in your flesh.
“What do you say?” He asked you in a raspy voice and you closed your eyes.
“I want to try it out,” you said and you could feel his body tense like he didn’t anticipate you saying yes.
“You sure?” he asked but he pressed the barrel harder between your thighs making you moan.
“I am,” you breathed and he lifted the rifle up and stroked your face with the end of it.
“What a good girl,” he said. “You want me to fuck you with my rifle?” His grip on the weapon tightened.
You knew that you were already wet and you couldn’t take your eyes off the rifle. How would it feel? Cold?
You nodded and he smirked maliciously. “No, sunshine, I want to hear you say it,” he said and pressed you harder up against the wall. “Say it,” he ordered you.
You bit your lower lip hard before answering obediently. “I want you to fuck me with your rifle, Crosshair.”
He closed his eyes when you answered and when he opened them you could see the familiar dark glow in them. He was ready to tease you and make you beg for it. Your lower parts clenched in anticipation.
“I’m not planning on being gentle this time,” he said and you thought back at how sweetly he made love to you earlier in the lake. This was completely different and you could see it in his eyes that he really meant it.
“Then don’t be,” you answered and a smirk appeared on your lips. “Fuck me with your rifle however rough you want to,” you glanced at him seductively and tried making him speed things up. Your pussy was already throbbing and you just wanted to feel something between your legs.
“Oh, I will,” he purred and stroked your lips with the barrel. “Suck,” he told you and your eyes widened for a moment but you opened your mouth obediently and your lips closed around the cold metal. You circled around it with your tongue before taking it deeper in your mouth. You tried getting used to its straight line, metal taste and its hardness.
Crosshair watched you without blinking and he was breathing heavily, his erection still pressed against your thigh.
You were achingly aware that both of you were still fully clothed and you longed to feel his naked body against yours.
You released the metal with an audible pop and looked at him beggingly. “Please, just do it,” you begged and reached down to stroke his erection through the fabric of his trousers. He inhaled sharply but otherwise didn’t show impatience.
“You can take your clothes off when I say that you can,” he told you and you pursed your lips. He smirked at your expression. “I can tease you longer if you don’t do as I say,” he said and you knew that he would love to edge you for hours and you just didn’t have the self-control for that.
“Yes, commander,” you answered and looked up at him from under your lashes. “I was just thinking how easily it would slip into my soaking wet cunt,” you said and watched him suffer. He wanted to tease you but he wanted to fuck you more.
He put the rifle down, deliberately in a way that it would still touch you. He drew a small vibroblade from somewhere and brushed his lips against yours. “I hope you aren’t particularly fond of these clothes,” he whispered against your lips and cut through every piece of clothing you were wearing with one clean cut.
You gasped as he pushed the ripped fabric pieces off you and he lifted the blade to stroke your hard nipples. You moaned and an evil grin appeared on his soft lips as he watched the hilt circle around your nipple.
“Another time,” he whispered and put the blade away and reached for the rifle again.
“Come,” he supported your back and helped you walk to the bed. You could barely feel your legs and he kissed you once more before pushing you down the bed. You sat on the edge of it, your legs still on the ground. He was standing and looking down at you and you looked up at him with an innocent smile and opened your legs to show him your throbbing pussy.
He inhaled deeply and quickly disconnected the barrel from the rifle. He kneeled in front of you and leaned closer to your cunt but he didn’t yet bury his face in it. He inhaled the scent deeply and closed his eyes. You moved your hips a little, desperately wanting to feel him but he just smirked at you, enjoying your struggle.
“Open them a little more for me,” he asked you and spread your knees further away from each other. He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you back so you were leaning on your elbows while waiting to see what he wanted you to do.
Then he smirked at you and placed the barrel between your knees. You raised an eyebrow and tried holding the barrel between your legs. It was a little hard with its length and of course you being naked and turned on.
Crosshair lowered himself so he could crawl with his head between your legs without you dropping the barrel.
You felt completely exposed and holding the metal between your legs required focus you didn’t exactly have at the moment. You could feel his breath on your cunt and let out a moan.
“Don’t drop it, sunshine,” he whispered and blew some air at your pussy and you winced at the sudden sensation. You were practically soaking wet and he has still not touched you.
He finally had mercy on you and buried his tongue in you deeply, savouring you and making you moan loudly with every lick.
He was eating you out with more ferocity than usual. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan when he started sucking on your clit. He even slid one then two fingers into your soaking wet cunt and started fingering you.
You couldn’t concentrate anymore as your orgasm was building and accidentally let your attention slip for a second and the barrel fell down. He immediately stopped, just when you were on the edge of coming and you moaned loudly.
“Noo, please, Crosshair, please,” you begged him and he just shook his head.
“Told you not to drop it,” he said and licked his wet lips. You lifted your hips again and did everything you could to make him fuck you, with his rifle or just his hard cock, it didn’t matter anymore, you just wanted to get railed.
“Please, I’ll do everything, just fuck me,” you begged him and he smiled, enjoying every word.
“I know you will, sunshine,” he smirked and reached for the barrel. He put it back together with the rifle and stroked it. He gently placed the weapon in your lap, careful not to touch you with his bare skin and you could only feel the cold metal against your burning skin.
Then he proceeded to strip down every single piece of clothing he had on so slowly that you wanted to scream.
“Don’t move,” he told you when you moved your hips a little.
He was standing naked in the middle of the room while you were sitting on his bed, leaning back with his fucking rifle in your lap.
He stared at you and drove his fingers down on his muscular body to touch himself. “So beautiful,” he didn’t take his eyes off you but he started to stroke his hard cock and you gulped audibly.
“Now,” he took a step closer to you and lifted the rifle, “I will fuck you with this,” he looked down at the weapon in his hands. “If you don’t like it or want me to stop just tell me,” he said with a serious face and you nodded.
“Say it.”
“I will tell you if I want you to stop,” you repeated and it seemed to relax him.
“Alright,” the smirk returned to his face. “Where were we? Yes,” he brushed the tip of the rifle against your lips. “Suck on it.”
And you did, you sucked the metal just as if it was his cock and glanced up at him to see his reaction. He was holding the rifle steadily in one hand and stroking himself with the other.
He took it out of your mouth and told you to lean back. You did and all you could see was the ceiling of his room. You grasped his sheets as you felt the tip of the rifle touch your cunt. It was nice and wet after you warmed it up.
You lifted yourself a little to see him and he looked into your eyes as he slid the weapon in your pussy. You moaned at the sensation and he let you get used to the feeling before starting to move it in and out. You shut your eyes and enjoyed the strange fullness it provided.
“Talk to me,” he asked you in a husky voice.
“I uhh,” you moaned, not being able to form coherent words. He seemed to be satisfied with you moaning his name so you stuck with that one, it was the only thing you could remember as he was fucking you with his rifle.
He increased the pace and it was almost painful but the good kind. He started to circle your clitoris with his other hand and soon he leaned closer to suck hard on it while he thrusted the metal in you.
As his hot lips touched you and sucked on your clit you let out a whimper that was a little louder than you wanted it to be but it felt so fucking good. This time he let you have the orgasm that had built up in you so hard that it almost shattered you. You were a babbling mess by the time it ended and you saw your favourite mischievous Crosshair smile on his wet lips when you opened your eyes.
He didn’t stop fucking you with the rifle but his hand went back to pumping his cock and you could tell that he was close, he was panting heavily and couldn’t focus anymore. He let the barrel go while it was still buried deep inside you and positioned himself above your stomach.
You told him how good he looked and how much you loved getting fucked by his rifle as he pumped his cock and then came all over your stomach in hot pulses. You were practically dripping with his cum, he has never come this hard and this much before.
After he came he fell down on the bed next to you and was trying to catch his breath.
“Are you okay?” he turned over to you immediately and drove his hand down your body and gently pulled the barrel out of you. You moaned when he did it and nodded.
You didn’t dare to move because you have already made a mess, both your bodies were covered in sweat and you additionally covered in his cum. Your heart was still racing and you were yet to regain your ability to speak.
“You took it so well, sunshine,” Crosshair stroked your face and you enjoyed his tender touch. “You look fucking good covered in my cum.”
You let out a faint whimper and he chuckled softly. “So fucking good,” he was eating you up with his eyes and he just couldn’t get enough of you. His rifle was laying next to you and you saw his eyes flicker to it then back to you.
You were still exhausted and dazed but you smiled up at him and stroked his face. He drew in a breath when you touched his cheek and you drove your fingers down his body.
He bent down to kiss you and you could feel that he was getting hard again. You smiled into the kiss.
“Is that okay...?” He asked you while stroking your breasts with one hand and holding onto the part of the rifle he fucked you with with the other hand.
You were still laying on your back and opened your legs to welcome him again and he climbed over you and entered you. He didn’t care that your stomach was already covered in his cum, he pulled you closer and buried his cock deep inside your swollen pussy. You were still so incredibly wet that he just slid in and the position let him reach that sweet sweet spot. You interlaced your hands around his neck as he thrusted into you, going deeper with each thrust.
Your thoughts were an incoherent mess and you were overwhelmed in the best way possible. He kept his pace up and buried his face in your shoulder.
“So fucking good for me,” he emphasized each word with a thrust. He hugged you tight to him and buried his cock deep inside you. He stayed there and started leaving wet kisses on your neck. He pinned your hands together above your head with one hand and leaned on the other as he was thrusting into you at a steady pace. You soon started to feel another orgasm build in you and he saw it, he saw the familiar signs and smirked as he kept up his pace.
“Perfect girl,” he whispered and smiled against the skin on your neck and you came. You felt tears flowing from your face but he kissed them away as you shattered into a thousand pieces around him. He couldn’t take it long this time either and soon followed you, coming inside you and filling you up with his warm cum.
“Fucking hell,” he whispered after he rolled down off you and reached to his nightstand to pop a new tootpick into his mouth. If you had the energy you would have laughed but you only managed to let out a breath.
“I fucking love how spent you are,” he said while breathing hard himself too. “Taking my cock so well,” he purred into your ears and you just closed your eyes and listened to the sweet praises he whispered into your ears in his beautiful voice.
“I have never been fucked like this,” you said after you collected yourself a little. His answer was a smug smile.
He got out of the bed and helped you out too. You were still incredibly messy and he quickly got out a fresh shirt and handed it to you. He put on a pair of shorts and you left the room to walk over to the fresher.
You caught a glimpse of a very red faced Tech disappearing behind his door and you blushed at the thought of how much he could have heard. He did tell you that the rooms were fairly soundproof. Fairly.
In the shower you relied on Crosshair and he couldn’t wipe the smug expression off his face. He was smirking every single time he looked at you, which was pretty much always.
He massaged soap on your body and let the hot water clean the both of you. He quickly and efficiently rinsed himself but spent a long time covering every inch of your body in soap until you were covered in bubbles which he rinsed off gently.
You were so drained that you would have let him do absolutely anything to you but you were glad he chose to take care of you after nearly destroying you. After he dried you with a fluffy towel he handed you another one of his shirts, a simple white one and you put it on. It was a little see-through and you were sure he knew it would be. He only put on boxers before you went back to his room.
He started to take off the sheets without a word and you just stood next to his bed, too embarrassed to talk. He looked up at you and tilted his head. You lowered your eyes and he stopped what he was doing and stepped closer to you. He reached out for your face and gently lifted it to make you look into his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked you with a seemingly unreadable face but you saw genuine concern in his eyes. You got lost in them and he had to softly nudge you to get your attention back to what he had asked. He furrowed his brows. “Was I too..?” He asked you and now you could hear the worry in his voice.
You smiled and put your hand on his as he was still caressing your face. “No, I’m just feeling embarrassed about the mess,” you lowered your voice and you could visibly see his relief. He exhaled loudly and smiled.
“Don’t be,” he told you lightly and placed a quick kiss on the top of your head, “besides I made most of it,” he smirked and you blushed again.
“Would you bring another?” He lifted the sheets and walked toward the door to put it in the laundry you would definitely do before anyone had the idea. You weren’t afraid that anyone would get to it faster than you.
You walked out to the dark common room, there was only light coming in from the corridor and you didn’t bother switching the lamp on. You opened the cabinet you thought the sheets were in but you only found the towels.
“Looking for something?” came the voice from behind you and you nearly had a heart attack. Hunter was sitting in one of the seats where you didn’t see him earlier.
You put your hand on your racing heart. “You scared the living shit out of me.”
“Sorry,” he said and shrugged. “I don’t really need the lamps, you know. You will get used to it, the others did. Although they took their time,” he grinned and you just knew that he pulled many pranks on them.
“Not Crosshair though, I assume,” you thought of how good his eyesight was.
Hunter sighed as if it was the biggest misfortune that has ever happened to him. “Yeah, his eyesight is freakishly good for that.”
“I know right, it’s creepy sometimes how good it is,” you agreed with him. “I didn’t realise you came back,” you added and opened another cabinet but still couldn’t find the sheets.
“I was gone for a long time,” he said and raised a brow.
You blushed and quickly turned your face away from him to hide it. You must have lost track of time.
“Tech reorganized everything,” Hunter told you, “they are in the cupboard above your head.”
“Thanks.” If you wanted to reach it, you would have had to stand on your tiptoes and you became painfully aware that you were only wearing Crosshair’s shirt and nothing else. You looked up at the cupboard helplessly and Hunter decided to take pity on you and got up to give you the damn sheets.
Your face was red when he handed them to you and you couldn’t look him in the eye. He enjoyed making you suffer and sent you a crooked smile.
“That lucky bastard is going to live his best fucking life from now on, isn’t he?” he asked and you blushed even more.
“He is,” Crosshair appeared in the corridor, you must have taken too long. He held his hand out to you and you quickly took it and smiled at him.
“Ugh, this,” Hunter motioned at the two of you, “is going to be dreadful for me, isn’t it? Just keep it down,” he sighed and walked into Tech’s room.
“Tech, about those earplugs..” you heard him say before the door closed.
You and Crosshair started to walk back to his room but you stopped before yours and told him to go ahead because you wanted to grab something and use the fresher.
By the time you entered his room again he had already put on the fresh sheets and was lying on his bed in a boxer. You had to stop for a moment to admire his beauty. The light coming from his nightstand reflected from his perfect skin and toned body and left one side of his face in the shadows. His hair was unruly and you wanted to run your fingers through it.
You climbed into the bed next to him.
“Whatcha got there?” he asked and looked down at your hands where you were holding the tooka doll Wrecker gave you.
“I got it from Wrecker,” you hugged the doll to your chest. “I think it was after our first bigger fight. He came over later to cheer me up.”
Crosshair listened to you carefully but you couldn’t read his face. “He made one for us too,” he said eventually and your eyes widened in surprise.
“Really? You all have one? Where’s yours?”
“It’s in the cupboard,” he pointed at one of them.
“Why don’t you sleep with it?” You asked him but he just shrugged. “Can I see it?” He nodded and you got up and opened the cupboard to find a Lula similar to yours but visibly older and used.
“You did sleep with it!” You smiled and Crosshair rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. The doll was black and red and had his tattoo around its eye. It was so sweet and you could see younger Crosshair hugging it tight to him to sleep.
You brought it back to the bed with you and handed it to him. He accepted and loosely threw his arm over it. You snuggled back next to him and hugged your Lula.
“Do Tech and Hunter have one too?”
“Yes.”
“Do they resemble them too?”
“Yes.”
You grinned. “That’s so cute.” He made a face but didn’t say anything. “How could Wrecker make them? It’s not like they have arts and crafts shops on Kamino, I presume.”
“99 gave him the material,” he answered eventually.
“He was so good to you,” you smiled. What a sweet man.
“He was,” a small smile finally appeared on his lips as he remembered back.
His arms held you close to his body and he threw the blanket over the two of you. Your eyes felt heavy as he kept stroking your back.
“Tell me something,” you whispered to him because you wanted to hear his voice as you fell asleep. He remained silent for a few seconds but then started telling you about 99 and their days as cadets in a low voice and you fell asleep with a faint smile on your face.
You weren’t even surprised to wake up to being squeezed to death by Crosshair. He was all over you, resting his head on your chest and clinging to you like he was afraid you would run away otherwise.
You opened your eyes and despite the numbness in your limbs you didn’t move and enjoyed being up before him. His mouth was slightly open and he was breathing deeply and steadily. You wanted to kiss the tattoo around his eye and run your fingers through his hair but you settled to just watching him.
You had been up for only a few minutes when he woke up and lifted his face from your chest and blinked a few times, trying to take the position in which he found himself in. He quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes.
You stretched and yawned. “Morning,” you smiled at him.
“Did you wake up before me?” he asked in a raspy voice.
“I did,” you had to restrain a smirk seeing him purse his lips.
“I don’t know how,” he asked mostly himself and shook his head.
“I corrupted you with my sleepiness,” you laughed and he smirked then got up to put on some clothes.
“Why can’t we stay in bed a little longer?” you complained and pulled the blanket back over you.
“Because we have a mission today and need a plan” he said as he pulled up his pants.
“I don’t want to,” you hid under the blanket.
“What do you want to do?”
“You,” you answered from under your blanket.
He climbed back on the bed and under the blanket. He opened your legs and bit your inner thigh, making you moan out loud. You opened your legs even more to give him better access but he stopped.
“We have to prepare for the mission,” he said in a playful voice and climbed out of the bed. “If you’ll be a good girl, you might get rewarded.”
This has awakened your curiosity and you peaked out of the blanket.
“What do you mean?”
He smirked and tilted his head. “Be a good girl and you’ll know.”
You pursed your lips but the offer was too charming and you got out of bed and walked to the door to go back to your room for clothes. You were halfway out when you turned back to him.
“You better fuck be numb later,” you said and watched his eyebrows rise and lips twitch then you turned around to walk out of the door. At least you tried but you basically ran into Tech and after he caught you and put you back on your legs you saw just how red his face got. He must have heard.
You covered your mouth with your fingers but it was too late to take back what had just escaped your mouth.
Tech mumbled an apology and didn’t dare to look you in the eyes before disappearing in his room. You held your head and turned back to Crosshair in disbelief.
“You saw him, right?”
His smirk was telling and you made a face at him before going back to your room.
Later you all gathered in the cockpit to talk the plan through.
“So what do we know about this lovey-dovey dude?” Wrecker asked while lifting Gonky who was trying to walk in the air with his cute little legs.
“Lovey-dovey?” you looked at him, not without concern.
“Heart,” he said, not understanding what you didn’t get.
“It’s Hart not heart, the organ you idiot,” Tech rolled his eyes while Wrecker was frowning.
“It sounds the same,” Wrecker shrugged.
“No, it doesn’t,” Tech protested but luckily Hunter had enough of them and interrupted.
“Enough of…,” he motioned at the two of them with a tired face, “this.”
“He started it, I was just…,” Tech started defending himself but Hunter waved.
“I don’t care,” he said dismissively, the topic already closed for him.
You and Crosshair were just watching them silently with a mug of caf in your hands that Crosshair made. You took a sip and shared a look with him.
“So Tech, tell me what you found out about Hart,” Hunter looked back at Tech who pulled out his datapad and showed a few pictures of the man.
He was middle-aged with graying dark hair and without any sort of significance to his look. He looked like any other middle-aged human man would look like, which made him the perfect candidate to pull off a double life as a spy. His face easily blended into any crowd and looked generic enough that most people would forget about him quickly.
“He was born on Coruscant into a wealthy family, worked his way up through the family connections and is now one of the wealthiest people on the planet. He only recently got into politics but gained a lot of support quickly after donating a lot of money to various charities. He is unmarried and seems to spend all his time working. He has not been photographed a lot lately which is unusual for him as he was a frequent visitor of various social and political events his whole life.”
“He might be hiding something,” Hunter said what everyone was thinking out loud.
“Maybe he just got a new girl,” Wrecker shrugged and the answer was a silent glare from everyone. “What? Alright, or a man, sorry,” he waved and leaned back in his seat.
“That’s not what we meant…” you shook your head and suppressed a laugh. If Hart was suspicious enough to awaken even Tarkin’s curiosity then it had to be more than a new girl. Or man.
“And about the reception?” Hunter turned back to Tech.
“It’s going to be fancy enough that we can’t all blend in,” Tech’s eyes lingered on Hunter’s face tattoo and Wrecker’s huge arms. “They are expecting politicians and their plus ones, not soldiers.”
“Then we are going to split up,” Hunter started to form the plan. “Two of us are going in to keep an eye on Hart and place an eavesdropping device on him so the others can analyze everything he’s saying as soon as the words left his mouth. We also need to monitor the buildings around the reception and everyone else who is attending to rule out them being separatists in disguise. Tech, how hard would it be to create an alias and sneak into the reception?” Hunter looked back at Tech.
“Very hard, indeed,” he answered. “Not for me, though. I can do it.”
Hunter just nodded. “That means if Hart has any business to do he will have to leave the building.”
“I’m starting to get bored here, someone just tell me where to go and what to shoot at,” Wrecker yawned.
“Not everything can be solved with blasting, Wreck,” you sent him a half-smile.
“You clearly haven’t been doing it right then,” Crosshair placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“Yeah, I mean she’s right, shooting is not the best option, not when you can stab. Way more elegant,” Hunter pulled out his vibroblade and you shook your head.
“Too close,” Crosshair muttered under his breath and Hunter lifted his gaze up at him.
“It’s not when you aren’t afraid of the risk,” he mocked Crosshair who let your waist go and took a step toward Hunter.
“Say that again,” he took the toothpick in his mouth between his fingers and pointed at Hunter.
“Guys,” you stepped between them and lowered Crosshair’s hand and placed it back on your waist. He quickly forgot about Hunter’s comment and pulled you closer.
“I’m dying here,” Wrecker complained again.
“Pull yourself together,” Tech stood up and raised his voice a little. “This is a delicate mission and we need a plan.”
“Alright,” Hunter nodded and glanced at you. “We send the two lovebirds in there, they are so disgustingly sweet together that no one will bat an eye. Us three will stay outside, Tech will monitor Hart’s conversations while me and Wrecker will keep an eye on everyone who enters the building and also the building next door. If anything suspicious happens or we have gathered undeniable proof of Hart’s betrayal we grab him and get out of there without making a scene, understood?”
“Ahh, I can’t make a scene?” Wrecker pouted. “What am I blasting then?”
“Hopefully no one,” you smiled then looked up at Crosshair. “Looks like we’re going to a party. Finally I have a place to wear my red dress to.”
“Can’t wait to see you in it, sunshine,” he whispered into your ear with a hint of promise in his voice that made your lower parts clench in anticipation.
Hunter raised an eyebrow but for once ignored you. “Alright, everyone knows what they are doing?”
“I have one question,” you raised a hand, “how the hell are we supposed to bring any weapons inside the ball? I suppose we want to stun Hart if there’s proof he’s the traitor our lovely Captain Tarkin thinks him to be.”
Wrecker snorted at your pet name for Tarkin.
“I was thinking…,” Tech started speaking but blushed a little and continued, “that you can smuggle one or two blasters in under your dress.”
“Under my what, Tech?!”
Hunter and Wrecker laughed out loudly. “Don’t be such a prude, I know what you two been doing all this time, we all know you aren’t,” Hunter winked at you and you showed him your middle finger.
“Alright, I’ll take one for the team,” you sighed.
“That’s my girl,” Crosshair kissed your shoulder.
“This is honestly not much of an elaborate plan,” you looked at your sergeant who just shrugged.
“We don’t need one, we’ll just adapt to the situation.” Fair enough.
“Besides, a lot of it depends on Hart,” Tech added. He was right too.
“Crosshair, do you still have that suit we used for that mission on Lothal?” Hunter looked at Crosshair.
He nodded and you raised your eyebrows. The fact that you would see him all dressed up hasn’t reached you yet.
“You’re gonna be so handsome,” you smiled playfully at him and he made a face.
“I’d prefer my armor.”
You winked at him and then left to get ready. You have never been in a ball like this but you assumed that the other women would look spectacular. They probably spent the whole day getting ready. You only had a few hours but you made it count.
You knocked before you walked into Crosshair’s room. He was standing in front of the mirror in a simple but elegant black suit and was tying his tie with his long, delicate fingers. He looked at you from the mirror and froze mid-movement.
He slowly turned around and looked you up and down. Then again. A smile was playing on your lips as you waited for him to move or say something but he didn’t. He was just staring at you, at your red dress that fit your body perfectly and complimented your skin. Your hair was styled and your makeup was subtle. Your dress was vibrant enough.
He let go of his half tied tie and took a step closer to you. He cupped your face and looked deeply into your eyes.
“You look…,” he started to say in a raspy voice but his voice died off. He couldn’t find the words. You smiled again and lifted your hand to run your fingers through his hair. He didn’t need to say it, it was written all over his face. You pulled his head down and kissed him instead.
You already knew how he felt, that afternoon with him at the lake meant everything for you. You knew how hard it was for him to put his emotions into words and you appreciated it dearly. There you needed to hear them, you had to know that he felt the same way.
This time you didn’t need words, you only needed him, his soft lips on yours. He kissed back strongly, trying to show you how he felt and you were gasping for air by the time he let you go. He quickly finished tying his tie while you collected yourself and then you walked out to the common room.
“Fancy,” Wrecker greeted the two of you. He was wearing his armor and you saw Crosshair’s jealous look at him as he shifted uncomfortably in his suit. “Prettier than a picture,” Wrecker placed a kiss on your hand and you giggled and tried to ignore Crosshair’s death glare. Wrecker let your hand go and turned to him. “And you look like you’re going to a funeral.”
“I like to be prepared,” he murmured and put a toothpick in his mouth.
“Wow,” Hunter walked into the common room with Tech, whose mouth fell open.
“Will this dress do it for your plan, Tech?” You asked him and twirled around. He followed your movement with his eyes and Hunter closed his mouth.
“It will do,” he coughed and looked away.
“If I saw this dress earlier I would have painted you in it on the ship,” Hunter complimented you.
“As long as I’m wearing a dress,” you laughed and turned to Crosshair. “Should we cover up your tattoo?”
“Do you want to strip me of everything I am?” he asked sourly but you only stroked his face and went back to grab your makeup.
“Stay still and close your eye,” you told him as you were applying concealer on his face.
“I don’t like this,” he complained.
“But you’ll look so pretty,” Hunter teased him and Crosshair sent him a death glare with his left eye.
“It’s just to cover up your tattoo,” you told him and leaned closer. You could hear his breath accelerating and Hunter lightly chuckling in the background.
Tech came closer and concentrated on looking just in your eyes while he was talking to you. He tried so hard he barely blinked and you had to restrain your smile and actually focus on what he was saying about your and Crosshair’s aliases for the evening.
“You are going to be Roskir and Brareg Linway, they live across the galaxy and are insanely wealthy and powerful but never attend meetings or receptions personally. It won’t be a problem for you to pretend to be them. Just don’t talk about business.”
“Brareg?” Crosshair asked disgustedly. “It has the word reg in it.”
You sighed to show how irritated you were with his complaining.
“It suits you,” Hunter snickered and Wrecker laughed too.
“It’s just for the night, we’ll survive,” you told him and finished covering up his tattoo. “We’re done.”
He opened his right eye and looked at the mirror you held up in front of him. He scowled. It was weird for you too to see him without his tattoo but his face was still just as handsome as ever.
“You’ll have to leave soon if you don’t want to be late,” Tech told you.
“I don’t know, Roskir strikes me as a person who likes grand entries,” you grinned. You almost forgot about the fact that this was all for a mission and not just a fun night where you got to dress up and go to a ball with Crosshair. You were fairly certain he would never attend one in any other situation.
“Well, Brareg definitely sounds like he carries a pocket watch and arrives an hour early,” Wrecker grinned and you laughed with him.
“I don’t know how the old Brareg pulled a young and beautiful girl like Roskir,” Hunter continued.
“He is incredibly wealthy,” Tech added with a smirk playing on his lips.
“That’s enough,” Crosshair got up but you saw the faint smile on his lips and he reached for two small blasters that he handed you.
You lifted your dress and started to attach the weapons to the suspender belts around your thighs. None of them could hide watching you doing so but Crosshair quickly stepped in front of you to block the others’ view.
“If you were gawking any harder your eyeballs would fall out,” he told them in a mocking tone.
“Hey, I was just collecting inspiration for my next drawing,” Hunter grinned. “Would you deny an aspiring artist from that?”
“Without a second thought.”
Hunter pouted and Crosshair looked at him in a way that you thought it was time to go.
“Alright, I’m done,” you stood up and smoothed out your dress. “We can go now, Brareg,” you grinned at Crosshair’s grimace. He didn’t have that smooth catlike walking in this suit that he did in his armor but his confidence was enough to make up for that.
Tech landed the ship close to a taxi service where you and Crosshair rented an expensive ship to make your arrival more convincing. You entered without running into any problems, the guards checking your invitation and identities were too busy staring at you. They wanted to search you for weapons but you flirted with them to get out of it.
“That surely won’t be necessary, boys. I’m not a bad girl who would just lift her skirt to anyone,” you winked at them and they blushed enough to let it slide just this time.
You had to pull on Crosshair’s arm to make him follow you, he was close to punching both of them out for the rest of the evening.
You walked up the marble stairs and you had to control your amazed expression as you walked into the ballroom. It was everything you dreamed about as a little girl, huge crystal chandeliers sparkling like diamonds and the floor was so polished you were worried you’d slip on it. You tried to take everything in but it was just so spacious. There were long tables in the further side of the room with fine tableware waiting for guests to arrive and start eating. The other side of the hall was for dancing and there were already couples twirling on the dancefloor to the music the live orchestra was playing.
There were guests from all over the galaxy and you could see togrutas, twi’leks and even a few muuns talking quietly in the corner. Crosshair lifted your face and pretended to talk to you while he reported back to the guys.
“We are in, Hart is here, I have a visual.”
You snapped out of daydreaming and realised that you let yourself be that little girl who dreamed of attending a ball with her prince. You weren’t that girl anymore and you had a mission here. But your prince was still with you, you smiled at Crosshair as he stayed leaning close to you even after his report.
You bit your lower lip and he placed his arms on your waist. He stole a quick kiss before offering his hand for you and walking into the crowd.
You felt dizzy from the kiss and ached for more. You couldn’t concentrate on the mission, not when Crosshair’s hand never left your side and he was looking at you with those hungry gray eyes.
He leaned closer to you and whispered into your ears. “I don’t care how many people are here, I will fuck you at the first chance I get.”
Your lower parts clenched in anticipation and you rubbed your thighs together, knowing that you were already wet for him.
“I believe we haven’t been introduced yet,” a middle aged man appeared next to you with a glass of champagne in his hands. “I’m Baid Lavi,” he stole your hand to place a kiss on it.
“Brareg Linway,” Crosshair swatted his hand away rudely, “and this is my wife, Roskir,” he emphasized the word wife and you had to restrain a smile.
“Mr. Linway?” poor Baid’s eyes widened and he immediately took a step back. “I’m sorry for bothering you, please enjoy your night,” he bowed and quickly melted into the crowd.
You turned to Crosshair. “I don’t know if it was for Linway’s reputation or your charming demeanor but he was positively frightened.”
“Good,” he said and held your hand a little tighter.
“He might have been a high ranking official, Brareg shouldn’t burn down his good relations.”
“I don’t give a fuck about him, I won’t let anyone lay a finger on my girl,” he said with a serious face. Your heart stuttered hearing his words. He called you his girl. This little endearment meant so much to you.
You have reached the edge of the dance floor and you saw Hart sipping a glass of champagne while staring at the dancing couples. You touched the little eavesdropping device you were supposed to sneak in his suit and let Crosshair’s hand go to walk over to him. Hart looked deeply lost in his thoughts and didn’t even notice you approaching him until you playfully stroked his chest to get his attention (and also placed the device into his pocket.)
“Mr. Hart, what an honour to meet you, I’m a huge supporter of your work,” you started chatting with him.
He shook his head. “Oh, thank you, thank you,” he nodded, looking quite discomposed.
“I didn’t want to disturb you, I’m sure you’re very busy, I’m already on my way,” you smiled at him and blended back into the crowd.
You saw Crosshair walking toward you and your eyes were fixed on him and you didn’t notice the man approaching you. He was wearing a deep green velvet suit and had too much gel in his hair.
He put his left hand out as an offering. “Would you honor me with a dance?”
“Piss off,” Crosshair spat the words to him as he walked up next to you and placed his hand on your lower back. The man made a startled face and jerked his hand back before disappearing.
“You could be a little more polite,” you scolded Crosshair but he held your hand tightly and led you away from the dance floor, toward the other side of the hall. “It wouldn’t kill you to do so,” you continued, “or just leave the talking to me all together,” you had a little trouble keeping up with him because of the weapons attached to your legs and you were too busy telling him to back off a little to see where he was taking you.
Then you realised that you couldn’t hear the music and loud chattering anymore and Crosshair opened a simple door and pushed you inside. He shut the door and pressed you up against the door.
“You are fucking mine,” he growled and you were startled by the ferocity in his voice.Your breathing accelerated and you couldn’t stop looking at his lips as he was talking.
“They are all staring at you,” he continued, completely out of his mind. “They want to touch you, feel the smoothness of your skin,” he stroked your face and you closed your eyes at the tender touch.
“They want to fuck you,” the fingers that stroked your face so gently a moment ago now grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. “You belong to me and no one else,” he said and kissed you roughly. You moaned into the kiss and he lifted your body and threw you on a table.
He quickly wrenched your dress up until it left your lower half exposed. His fingers quickly undid the knots you used to attach the blasters to your legs and he freed you from them and drove his fingers up and down your bare skin.
You moaned and leaned back and he quickly undid his pants and took his already hard cock out. “I told you that you are mine,” he hissed and grabbed your thighs to pull you closer. You let out a whimper and grabbed the edge of the desk.
“No one else can look at you like that,” he teased his cock at your entrance. “No one else can touch you like that,” he dipped the tip in your soaking wet pussy. “No one else can fuck you like me,” he growled and entered you at once and started fucking you at an incredible pace. He growled when he felt just how wet you were for him.
You moaned his name and let him destroy you. You were aching for him from the moment you saw him in the suit and now he was fucking you just the way you wanted. He bent over and clenched his fingers around your throat just enough to make it pleasurable. You were a blubbering mess under him.
“You like getting fucked like this, princess?” he asked you and you nodded frantically, not being able to say a word, not with him thrusting into you hard and holding your neck with his slender fingers.
He buried himself deep inside you and you gasped at the sensation. He filled you up so painfully perfectly and you loved the little edge of pain to your pleasure.
“We should be out there, keeping an eye on Hart and instead I’m here fucking you. You had to wear this dress,” he shoved himself inside you again, reaching that sweet sweet spot deep inside you, “you had to attract everyone’s attention and you had to be sweet to them,” he clenched his fingers tighter around your neck and you almost saw stars from pleasure.
“But you are mine,” he snarled and you came around him, your orgasm exploding into a thousand white fireworks as you came and he fucked you through it. “Who can make you come like this?” he asked you and let your neck go to lift your hand. “Tell me, sunshine, who?”
You tried to focus on his face but your vision was still blurry from your orgasm. “You, only you,” you moaned and he choked and you felt his cock twitch inside you.
“That’s right,” he gasped and buried his cock inside you and came, filling you up with his cum until you were leaking from it.
He pulled out and put his cock back to his trouser, careful not to make a mess. You placed your panties back to their place but your swollen pussy swallowed the little piece of fabric too easily.
“Now you surely won’t think of anyone else during the night,” Crosshair smirked down at you as you were trying to catch your breath. You wanted to tell him that you would never even think of another man, not when you have been fucked by him like this. He has ruined every single man in the galaxy for you, you knew you would never ever find anyone like him.
He picked up the blasters and attached them back to your legs and then helped you stand up. You leaned on him as you felt your pussy leak a little of his cum and you ran your finger through your hair to make it look a little less like you had just been fucked. It didn’t help much.
He was so calm and collected. Not even his hair got unruly. And then there were you with your wrinkled dress, smeared makeup and tangled hair. Not to talk about the mess that the inside of your head was.
You sneaked away to a restroom as soon as you could and cleaned yourself up with your limited resources. At least your face was still flushed, giving you a healthy glow and your eyes were shining.
Crosshair was waiting for you in front of the door and immediately placed a hand around your waist to lead you back to the reception. Hart was dancing with a senator so you decided to grab a bite while keeping an eye on him.
The smell of dinner made your stomach growl. There were all kinds of meat and fish, dipped in sauces you’ve never tasted before and delicious garnish. Even Crosshair seemed to like it but it was hard to tell with him.
“Your hair looks a little disheveled compared to how it was before you left,” you heard Hunter’s smoky, slightly mocking voice in your ear and you nearly dropped your cutlery. His voice was coming from the little device placed in your ear but it sure scared the hell out of you. Not Crosshair, of course.
“Anyway,” Hunter continued, “we saw some movement in the building next door, we think Hart might take off soon. We can’t get any closer, not with all these guards and staying unnoticed.”
“We got this,” Crosshair said and looked deep into your eyes.
You both got up and approached the dance floor. You were surprised to see Crosshair put his hand out and ask you to dance. You smiled at him and accepted. Maybe it was only because he wanted to stay closer to Hart but the way he was leading you and dancing made your head spin.
Not long ago he was fucking you roughly and now he twirled you around and held you as if you were a delicate flower. You saw from your peripheral vision that Hart stopped dancing and was sneaking away.
Crosshair led you closer to the edge of the dance floor and you managed to see Hart slip out through one of the doors. Crosshair looked around and deemed the situation safe and you followed Hart. When Crosshair reported back to the guys you felt the thrill of the mission flood you.
Hart didn’t use the main entrance to leave, he approached the corridors. You and Crosshair could follow him unobtrusively as there were still guests all around. When you reached the dark corridors all you could hear was the echoes of your footsteps and your own heavy breathing. Crosshair was walking as silently in front of you as a cat and he stopped before a door and motioned you.
Before he could enter you heard guards approaching. “Hey!” they shouted after you and you both froze. “Stop! This is a restricted area,” the taller guard told you. He couldn’t be much older than you but his face was serious.
You quickly collected yourself and stepped from one feet to the other while hiding your mouth with your fingers in pretended embarrassment.
“We’re so sorry sir,” you looked at him with a smile and stroked Crosshair’s chest. “We were just trying to find some privacy,” you winked at the guard who came to a halt before you. “You certainly understand, I’m sure the girls are all over you,” you flirted and he straightened his back and coughed.
“Well, ma’am,” his gaze ran down your figure and lingered on your cleavage a little longer than appropriate. “I don’t think we have seen anything, right man?” He turned to the other guard on whose face a sly smirk appeared.
“No, I don’t think we did,” he said and winked at Crosshair before they turned around and walked back to the main hall.
You quickly entered the room but before you could have gone after Hart, Crosshair pushed you up against the wall.
“The fuck you were thinking?” He leaned closer to you. “Flirting with these pathetic boys?”
His body was too strong and you couldn’t even break free if you wanted to. His face was not pleased.
“I just got us out of a rough situation, Cross,” you told him and gasped as he pushed his hips against yours.
“I would choose to kill them before having to watch you flirt with them,” he said and your breathing became heavy. Why did this turn you on so much? This was possessive but fuck, it felt so good that he wanted all of you to himself.
You squeezed his shoulder. “We can talk about this later but for now, Hart is slipping away to do universe knows what business,” you told him and his mind focused back on the mission. He let you go and turned to the open window where Hart sneaked out.
“Do you have eyes on Hart?” he asked through his comm.
“Positive, he entered the room below you and in the opposite building,” came Hunter’s voice.
“We are now a hundred percent positive that he’s secretly allying with the separatists and has been leaking useful information to them,” Tech said and you pursed your lips. Traitor.
“Then let’s get his traitor ass,” Crosshair held his hand out and you quickly got the two blasters out from under your dress and handed him one. Then you turned on the stun setting, he might have been a traitor but he still deserved a trial. And punishment. A lot of it. How many troopers paid with their lives for Hart's betrayal? Your fingers closed a little tighter around your weapon at that thought.
Crosshair motioned you to stay behind while he walked to the window and assessed the range and position Hart was in.
“He’s in the room with two others, Hart is the closest to the window,” Hunter reported.
“I have a visual,” came Crosshair's calm answer.
“Everything’s clear,” Wrecker said and Crosshair lifted his blaster.
“Wait!” Tech’s voice cut through the comm channel and you jerked your head up and lifted your blaster. “There’s a…,” Tech started saying but it was too late.
Just before the second Crosshair could have pulled the trigger a red blast cut through the air and hit his right shoulder. He grunted in pain and fell to his side. Your heart sank and you wanted to scream but no sound came out of your mouth.
“There’s an unidentified ship approaching to get Hart out of there,” Tech finished.
“On it,” came Wrecker’s answer and you could hear his breath accelerating as he started running.
“Yeah, thanks for the heads up,” Crosshair moaned and kneeled up. Quicker than you could have acted he threw the blaster from his injured right hand to the left, lifted it and shot, then collapsed on the floor.
You ran to him and saw that he was in a lot of pain and was losing a lot of blood. He grasped his right shoulder and blood was slowly soaking his fingers.
“Hart’s out, the others fled but we are not after them, nice job Cross,” Hunter praised Crosshair, unaware of the fact that his brother had just got shot in the shoulder.
“Hunter, Crosshair got shot,” you reported back and crouched down to start treating his wound. “You need to hurry, there isn’t much I can do without my equipment,” you tried to stay calm and collected but felt the unfamiliar signs of panic rise in your chest. You never panicked in dangerous situations.
There was no answer for a couple seconds but then Hunter’s grim voice answered. “How bad?”
“Tell Wrecker my rifle will be buried with me and he can’t get it,” Crosshair grunted.
“Hear it for yourself,” you rolled your eyes but knew that his injury was more serious than he let it show. “Hurry,” you told Hunter and you knew he heard the concern in your voice. You turned your attention back to Crosshair again.
He was still laying on his left side and clutching his right shoulder where the blaster bolt hit him. He was pale and his blood soaked his suit and started to gather on the floor next to him.
Usually when you were working as a medic you found a mental state where you were present but distant at the same time. You saw the injury and you just knew what you had to do. Stitch that up, disinfect this, put bacta cream on this wound and so on… You didn’t see the trooper, you saw the human body, the way it opened up and bled and you knew how to put it back together. It was only flesh and bone and blood. Simple biology.
But this time it was different. You saw the blood and all you could think about was that it belonged to the man you loved. The man who you would have moved mountains for, the man you would have followed anywhere. He was in pain and you froze.
Crosshair grunted in pain again and you snapped back and took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the smell of his blood.
“Don’t panic, don’t panic,” you muttered to yourself as you ripped off some fabric from his suit and made a quick bandage out of it to stop the bleeding as much as you could.
“I’m not panicking,” his mouth curled up a little but he still kept his eyes shut.
“I was talking to myself,” you answered and almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of your situation. You were surely going mad.
“It’s just a blaster bolt, I had it worse,” he answered and controlled his breathing. He was taking it so well but soon he was panting, his eyes closed and his blood got all over your dress. You grew more and more anxious and were looking constantly at the door and window to see when the others would arrive.
“I told you red suited you,” Crosshair said in a weak voice and you let out a hysterical laugh then quickly stopped yourself.
“Where are you?” you muttered to yourself and glanced at the door then heard shooting through the comm, the unmistakable sound of a stun blast.
“This one won’t get up for a while,” you heard Wrecker’s voice before he reported that the pilot of the ship was out. You heard a loud thud, Wrecker must have kicked the guy who shot his brother, in the gut. Good, you smiled tightly.
“Tech, get Hart, Wrecker go get Cross and Medy, I’ll get the ship and pick you all up,” Hunter gave orders to everyone and you heard him run through a corridor and jump through a window.
You wondered how no one else noticed what was going on there but just realised how quickly and silently the whole process went down. You’d be out before anyone could bat an eye.
“What should we do with this one?” Wrecker asked Hunter about the knocked out pilot.
“Leave him for the guards,” Hunter said darkly.
Wrecker did as he said and soon burst into the room where you were kneeling next to the injured Crosshair. He had a worried expression on his face and he immediately ran to Crosshair to assess his condition.
“How could this happen?” he asked and helped his brother up. Crosshair grunted from pain and leaned on Wrecker who picked him up instead. He was already too weak to protest and rested his chin on Wrecker’s shoulder. “Should have kicked harder,” Wrecker shook his head, making a shadow of a smirk appear on Crosshair's pale lips.
Tech arrived soon with Hart carelessly thrown over his shoulder. He even bumped his head to the doorframe when he entered the room and ran to take a look at Crosshair.
“How serious is the injury, how much blood has he lost, how…,” he started showering you with questions but you placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.
“It missed the brachial plexus, he’s gonna be okay soon but is losing a lot of blood now,” you summarized his condition.
“Missed his what?” Wrecker asked nervously, fidgeting with his hand and shooting nervous glances at Crosshair who was still resting his chin on his shoulder.
“The large nerve bundle that controls arm function,” you explained quickly.
“Hunter?” Tech asked through the comm.
“Here,” came the answer and you finally heard the stolen ship approach and Hunter threw down a cable, as the ship was too big to fit between the two buildings.
You watched Wrecker climb the cable with one hand and you followed them, not forgetting to take Crosshair’s blaster with you.
Tech climbed up after you, easily doing it, even with the additional weight of the traitor Hart on his shoulders. Hunter piloted the ship back to the Havoc Marauder and you quickly got on it. You had Wrecker lay Crosshair in your bed, closest to your equipment.
You finally felt like yourself again, the equipment was familiar in your hands and you knew just what to do. You acted mechanically, silencing the part of your brain that wanted to scream and cry. You couldn’t let that part of yourself out because the only person able to calm you from that state was lying in front of you, badly injured.
Tech was piloting but both Wrecker and Hunter were standing in the door, silently watching you stitch up Crosshair and inject him with painkillers. You placed a bacta bandage on his wound and leaned back in your chair.
He was out, he lost too much blood and you gave him a pill that would guarantee sound and sleepless sleep. He needed it. All three of you watched him lay in your bed, still but breathing. You all knew that you were close to losing him today and none of you left for a long time. Later Tech switched with Hunter and sat down on the floor next to Crosshair.
You only left his side for a minute when you went into his room to grab his lula. You knew it was silly but you wanted him to have it next to him. Wrecker smiled at you when he saw it and you held your hand out for him and he gently squeezed your fingers to comfort you.
You couldn’t take your eyes off Crosshair. You knew it wasn’t a fatal wound, you all knew it. But it could have been and your heart was aching. You were still worried about Crosshair but could relax a little now that he was stable and resting. He would be okay.
You climbed in the bed next to him and just stared at his face, tattoo and silver locks. Wrecker, who was sitting on the floor next to your bed slowly fell asleep just like Tech who was snuggled up in your armchair. They were exhausted but couldn’t leave their brother’s side when he was in pain. You smiled at them and looked back at Crosshair who opened his eyes for a second but they didn’t seem to focus.
You immediately sat up and cupped his face. “It’s okay, Cross, you’re gonna be okay, I’m here,” you reassured him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He was taking shallow breaths and you just wanted to take all his pain away. “Do you want me to get you anything?” you asked him.
“Just stay,” he whispered and fell back to his very needed sleep.
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A bunch of SAI livestream observations
I literally just copied and pasted the notes I took so I'm sorry if they make no sense.
Chronological notes:
-livestream starts by showing a birds-eye view of Dema and playing Good Day
-Tyler looks really depressed
-bishops (Sally/Sacarver and Dan/Lisden) introduce TOP as “the popular band, Twenty One Pilots” - trying to portray them as popular and likable to get more people to listen
-Sacarver says the dragon (Trash) is “kinda dark” - implies that Trash is good
-Tyler’s hair is “number 16 cotton candy” - further shows how Dema controls/catalogs everything
-“there’s not twenty one pilots, there’s only two guys!” - maybe it doesn’t mean anything but that phrase is *the* phrase that will piss off almost any clikkie
-bishops ask where Josh is and if he’s hiding, Sacarver says “come here, you little moron” - Josh isn’t with Dema because they don’t know where he is, plus they wouldn’t call him a moron if he was on their side
-Sacarver wants Tyler to play Stressed Out because she’s always stressed (due to working with Lisden) and because “it’s my favorite” - Stressed Out is the song that made TOP popular, she may be stressed due to working with Lisden because she’s the one that seems to want to escape Dema more, while he seems to buy into the message/concept of Dema more
-Tyler tunes out bishops and then starts singing Choker
-Bishops grab Tyler after Choker and force him onto another set, where Stressed Out plays. Bishops stay onstage during Stressed Out - again, Stressed Out made TOP popular, which is what the bishops want
(okay i know the bishops are bad but that last image would make a badass computer wallpaper)
-Stressed Out fades into Migraine
-“thank God it’s Friday/because Fridays will always be better than Sundays” - probably doesn’t mean anything, but the livestream was on a Friday
-Josh counted for Tyler on “depressssssing”, but not verbally like in the studio version
-Migraine background has the psi symbol
-Migraine transitions into Morph, with a video of a crowd from the Trench era (Tyler interacts with the ‘crowd’ with a call and answer)
-Tyler doesn’t say “Josh Dun” in Morph
-Morph turns into Holding on to You (“entertain my faith” part) with a rain/lightning effect
-right before “lean with it rock with it”, there’s static and it cuts to the bishops who advertise SAI on the second set (blue/pink/yellow rainbow)
-“they just don’t play hits like this on the radio these days” - “this song will never be played on the radio” from Fairly Local
-after, a ‘commercial’ plays
-the first commercial has the black slipcase on the right and the blue slipcase on the left. In the back, from left to right: cassette, three cd’s stacked on top of each other (white on top, pink in the middle, blue on the bottom), blue box (limited edition box set sold on their website), lyric booklet
-“Dema is bringing you this music collection that is vibrant with saturation” - the Twitter banner was slowly desaturated while in the process of announcing the album, ads for SAI said “feel the saturation!”
-Shy Away, Choker, and Mulberry Street are mentioned during the first ad - two out of three singles released before the album dropped and the most propaganda-like song
-After commercial, Tyler plays Mulberry Street - Lisden said it was his favorite (likely b/c it’s propaganda)
-Mulberry Street starts inside but Tyler goes outside to a street (Mulberry St.) with extras that are ‘frozen’ in place
-Mulberry Street was the whole song (or almost the whole song), while most songs played were only a small segment - again, it’s Dema’s propaganda, so they want it to go on longer than older songs
-after Mulberry Street, the intro to Lane Boy plays (“why do I kneel to these concepts? Tempted by control, controlled by temptation. Stay low, they say, stay low”)
-Lane Boy has people with gas masks in the background
-“Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless” is repeated several times - later, Sacarver calls the album “perfect”
-Lane Boy transitions into Redecorate
-Chlorine plays next, background has barrels like in music video
-“Running for my…” (Tyler himself doesn’t say the word “life”)
-After Chlorine, Shy Away plays with obviously fake snow/mountainous background. Chandeliers are hanging and a fancy dining table is set
-Bishop commercial after Shy Away (“break the cycle in half”) plays, bishops have nosebleeds
-Sacarver says “nothing is missing from this collection”, yet SAI has 11 tracks while past albums have 14
-cd’s in front are swapped (black on left and blue on right), and the three cd’s are in a different order (pink on top, blue in the middle, white on the bottom)
-“But remember, you should-” *static* - bishops are likely being controlled by someone else, as it’s unlikely that the Banditos would have the power to cut them off
-Cuts to Mulberry St. set but darker (dusk/nighttime)
-The Outside plays next with Josh wearing skeleton hoodie - The Outside was mentioned in the commercial
-when water is poured on the street after The Outside, it forms a footprint
-Tyler sits in a boat named “Oh” with a lamp and an artificial night sky
-Plays Heathens with a ukulele (no frog croaks)
-transitions into Trees, which is normally the last song
-during Trees, the stars start to blur together (it looks like a timelapse of the North Star)
-Josh in Bandito clothing with a torch is shown (torch looks slightly different than in music vids), then it cuts to Jumpsuit
-Jumpsuit background is a valley like in the music video but it looks greener and more manufactured
-After, Heavydirtysoul plays with a flaming car on set (kinda like in the mv)
-Tyler looks upwards during “can you save my heavydirtysoul?”, looks like he’s pleading (sorry the last pic is so blurry(face))
-background is a road similar to the one in the music video
-Josh keeps crossing his drumsticks during HDS
-Commercial break with hosts (bloody and Sacarver has overexaggerated makeup, plus they have yellow eyes)
-“Now that you’ve heard some of this collection, you must be just like us”
-”Sometimes I close my eyes to try to escape, I just can’t believe how unbelievably perfect this collection is!” “You know you can’t escape, Sally.” “Yes, I know.”
-”We’ve come for you”, “We got people on the way, no chances” - “We come for you, no chances”, “We got people on the way” (lyrics from No Chances (which they didn’t play))
-Commercial zooms out to show that it’s on a TV with Tyler, Josh, and others watching - we don’t believe what’s on TV
-Saturday plays, during Jenna dialogue, Jenna has a pink streak in her hair and her top is half-blue, half-white
-Jenna has a yellow phone (Trench) while Tyler has a red one (Dema)
-stutter/pause between “might get” and “loud” happened twice, not just once
-after, they dance onto another set and play Level of Concern
-LOC background looked kind of like Josh’s in the music video (glow in the dark stars against a dark background)
-“In a world where this is as good as it gets, and we miss you, we really do”
-Fades into Ride, background is pink scales and what looks like sideways palm trees?
-Car Radio plays, Josh and Tyler are wearing black masks instead of white ones
-pause after “I liked it better when my car had sound”
-right after Car Radio, an alarm sounds and red lights flash, people run around in the background as Tyler walks onto Mulberry St. set
-Never Take It plays, Tyler comes up close to the camera (almost like in LOC music vid)
-Heavydirtysoul car is on fire to the right of the set
-Trash figurine is on the ground, it looks larger than usual
-Tyler walks back to first set and sits between bishops, who are frozen, and sings “I know it’s over/I was born a choker/nobody’s coming for me” from Choker
-fades out and cuts to bird’s-eye view of the set with crew members clapping and cheering, although even that feels subdued and fake
-shows Josh and Tyler with bishops in background, then credits roll
Various observations:
-Josh’s drumsticks are yellow - furthers concept that he’s against Dema
-SAI songs were generally played longer than older songs
-Bishops call it a “collection”, not an “album”
-Guitarists/trumpet player have one of Tyler’s tattoos on shirt
-Tyler has a pink ring and a blue ring on his left ring and index fingers, respectively (Shy Away music vid)
-various easter eggs on Mulberry St. set (sorry for the quality/size of the pictures)
(says “Rosie’s lounge)
-The door numbers on the Mulberry St. set coincide with the dmaorg.info error message numbers (at the bottom of the message)
-Josh’s bandito mask looks different (has a design on it that looks like a lion?) (unless I’m dumb and it was always like that)
-FPE: the Few the Proud the Emotional (Blurryface), Failed Perimeter Escape (Trench), now Food Petrol Etc (SAI)
-Tyler looks less energetic when singing SAI songs (because it’s Dema propaganda)
-after the show, instrumental versions of The Hype, We Don’t Believe What’s on TV, and Doubt were played. WDBWOTV is obvious, The Hype has the lyric “just don’t believe the hype”, and Doubt has the lyric “gnawing on the bishops”
-in the Q&A, they said Josh would backflip off the piano, but he didn’t. They also didn’t do the deathdrop (thing where Tyler just kinda falls backwards)
-Stream was exactly one hour long (started at 8 PM EST, ended at 9 PM EST)
-The livestream ad doesn’t have a crossed O in the only of “one night only”
Josh’s drum set designs:
Trash:
Alien:
Psi symbol 1:
Psi symbol 2:
FULL SONG LIST:
[song number]. [song title] - [album] ([design on Josh’s drum]): [additional notes]
Asterisks indicate songs that transition into each other smoothly
Good Day - SAI (Josh not present): not sang by Tyler (live, that is)
*Choker - SAI (Trash)
Stressed Out - Blurryface (alien)
Migraine - Vessel (alien)
Morph - Trench (alien)
Holding on to You - RATB/Vessel (alien)*
[Dema commercial 1]
Mulberry Street - SAI (Trash)
*Lane Boy - Blurryface (alien)
Redecorate - SAI (alien)
Chlorine - Trench (alien)*
Shy Away - SAI (Psi Symbol 1)
[Dema commercial 2]
The Outside - SAI (Trash)
*Heathens - Suicide Squad soundtrack (Josh not present)
Trees - RATB/Vessel (Josh not present): usually played at end of concert)
[Josh as a Bandito]
*Jumpsuit - Trench (alien)
Heavydirtysoul - Blurryface (alien)*
[Dema commercial 3]
Saturday - SAI (Psi Symbol 2)
*Level of Concern - single (alien)
Ride - Blurryface (alien)
Car Radio - RATB/Vessel (alien)*
[alarm sounds]
Never Take It - SAI (Trash)
Anyways, thats all I have for now but if I missed anything, let me know and I’ll add it! (I’ll be sure to credit you ofc)
-Admin Crow
#sai#scaled and icy#sai theory#scaled and icy theory#twenty one pilots#twenty øne piløts#top theory#what the hell is going on
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Darkness : Poe Dameron x Reader
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Words: 1.4k
Excerpt: “Darkness is a time of peace for you. A time to crawl into soft sheets, to curl up against your pilot. Some nights, to feel him lazily press a soft kiss to your forehead before his breath levels out in sleep. Others, to feel his hands roaming your body, feel him inside you.”
Summary: A short talk to Poe is always enough to cure a case of loneliness.
Warnings: Some sexual references
A/N: This is for @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday. I actually originally meant for this to be a perhaps 500 word-ish Drabble but it ended up way longer obviously. But I’m really proud of it and love the concept of Writer Wednesday, so hope you guys enjoy! (Also, we’re just gonna pretend that phones and phone booths exist in the Star Wars universe...).
You’ve always found something lovely in darkness.
It’s simple, quiet, a constant that never changes, that rolls around at roughly the same time each night. Settles over cities and towns and every being in the galaxy in a thin blanket. Darkens faces into comforting anonymity, conceals the activities of lovers, provides peace in slumber for the weary.
There is a saying: One should not be afraid of the dark, but of what lies in it.
And after years of life, years of travel, years of experiencing the galaxy, you know that nothing sinister hides beneath darkness. No monsters, no demons, no ghosts. It is something that simply exists with no ulterior motive, something that is debatably hard to come by these days.
Darkness is a time of peace for you. A time to crawl into soft sheets, to curl up against your pilot. Some nights, to feel him lazily press a soft kiss to your forehead before his breath levels out in sleep. Others, to feel his hands roaming your body, feel him inside you.
In those times, darkness is there, still a constant. Hiding his features, hiding those eyes you adore during the daytime, allowing you to become entirely tactile, to simply feel him to the fullest, void of the distraction one’s most used method of perception, sight, provides.
Yet tonight is a rare night. Your feet hit pavement as you walk quickly, hands in your coat, head bent towards the ground. You’ve been on this Outer Rim planet for nearly two months, gathering intelligence undercover, maintaining little to no contact with the Resistance, and therefore, Poe.
The darkness seems stronger than ever tonight. It slithers up and down the sides of buildings, seems to wrap around you in strings. In this moment, it is not simply a cover—it is suffocating.
The loneliness had been getting to you. Too many days going by a name that is not your own, too many days living in constant fear, too many days away from the touch of someone that’s always able to take your mind off of everything.
And that’s exactly what you need right now. A distraction. A brief moment to bind you back to everything you know, something you are slowly, imperceptibly slipping away from in your mind. The buildings seem to tower over you, to dwarf you. It’s an intimidation act, and you feel it’s working.
It feels as if you can sink into the asphalt, become one with the soil that had been so cruelly compressed by man-made rock. As if you can sink beneath and become one with the dead, the figurative and the literal that had most likely been so barbarously worked to death to build this historic city in the dark days of the galaxy.
You round a bend, turning onto the main street, and your eyes, adjusted to the dark, flare painfully as light hits you. You snap them shut on instinct, flinching. However, the object of your discomfort is not an unknown. This route had been walked by you every day the last two months, and the light is the same phone booth you’d been using to transmit information back to the Resistance due to the anonymous, unmonitored, and therefore, rare quality of it.
It is hardly used anymore, for everyone has their own personal holos, and this one is particularly beat up. It’s translucent walls are cloudy, it’s metal backing dented. Nowadays, it is probable that is it only frequented by drunks and Spice addicts and, well…you.
There is something ironic about the fact that this small, dilapidated booth is your only connection back to D’Qar.
But not ironically, perhaps in a poetically symbolic manner, it also shines bright in the darkness, eradicates the very thing that had been suffocating you moments earlier. It is almost a physical embodiment of hope.
It is also a universal rule that hope births more hope, and an unwise desire comes over you. One that could put the whole operation at risk. But resisting the temptation, it hurts. It’s agonizing, and you want to give in to it. You want to hear one voice. One voice that can wrap you in softness, encourage your imagination to conjure up the sensation of his touch.
And before you know it, you’re in the booth, dialing a long string of numbers you’ve memorized by now. A voice of a communications officer sounds.
You state your name.
“Security code?” the officer asks.
“Six nine eight oh seven three.”
Your eyes nervously glance around. Despite having done this a few times, the experience still makes your heart race. You can only hope that any observer would see only an ordinary lone figure, silhouetted in the light, making an emergency call to a friend because she drank too much or got her wallet stolen.
“You got information?”
“No,” you respond, letting out a soft breath and lying through your teeth. “I need you to transfer me to Commander Dameron. I have a hunch regarding something naval, and I need his opinion.”
You silently chide yourself at your quickness to over explain.
But luckily, the communication officer says nothing. “Transferring now,” he says.
You thank him, leaning against the inner wall of the booth, hovering the phone directly next to your ear. Moments of silence pass before a voice breaks it.
“Hello?” says Poe.
Every point of tension in you seemed to relax in a moment as your eyes slowly close. The timbre of his voice washes over you, through you. “Hey,” you whisper.
“Sweetheart?” He sounds confused. Above all, tired.
“Did I wake you?” you ask, feeling bad all of a sudden. The high that had been coursing through your veins moments earlier plunges back to the ground. The intensity with which you feel it is irrational, yet nothing in you mind is steady.
“Yeah, but that’s okay,” he replies, a slight urgency to his voice. “Is something wrong?”
You picture him in your shared bed back on D’Qar, shirt off like usual. Propped up on one elbow, sheets falling to his waist, holo to his ear, concern on his features. Concern at his love calling him in the middle of the night, her voice shaking.
“Nothing’s wrong…I just…I….” Your voice trails off, and a silence a bit too long elapses.
“Baby?” he asks.
Your breath trembles slightly as you let it out. “This was a mistake,” you mumble. “I’m sorry, just—“
He interjects at the tone of finality in your voice. “Hey…don’t go, sweetheart.” You hear him shift, perhaps sitting up. “Just talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“I miss you,” you blurt out. You’d meant to say it more eloquently, less directly, but that’s not something you have the energy for right now. “I miss everyone back on D’Qar. This assignment…it’s the most least contact with base I’ve ever had, and—why am I even telling you that? You know that.” You let out a frustrated breath, gathering your thoughts. He patiently waits, something you’re grateful for. “I’m just…having a hard time. That’s all.”
His energy transmits well through the phone. He’s thinking, the gears in his mind turning. You can feel the helplessness, for there is undeniably little he can do. “I miss you, too,” he finally says. “It’s a few more weeks, baby. I know you’ve got it in you…”
It’s a simple sentence, yet nearly reinvigorating in a way. Nothing that immediately lifts your mood, but perhaps something that briefly abates the hollow feeling within you.
“I’ll be there the moment you’re back.” His tone is soft, a little raspy with tiredness, slightly reminiscent of the way he tells you how much he loves and how amazing you are in a post-sex haze of exhaustion. It’s an odd relation, but the sense of peace that both tones hold is something you always cling to. “I’ll be there to kiss you. To hold you.” He pauses. “To take you to bed….”
The way his voice, on the last statement, walks the line between humorous and genuinely seductive makes you laugh quietly. It’s neither a common nor desirable combination.
“There’s that beautiful laugh,” he says softly, letting out a breath, returning to his previous demeanor. “I’ll be there, baby. I know you know that.”
You nod even though he can’t see you. Air brushes past your lips as your eyes flutter shut. “I know.”
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#Writer Wednesday#poe dameron#poe dameron x reader#star wars#star wars fanfiction#poe dameron fanfiction
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The Lord of the Rings, Turku 2018 Part1
Watching the musical stream yesterday got me very sentimental about this play the Turku City Theatre did back in 2018. I saw it three times and it ran from February till December with a two month summer break. Opening night was February 15th on the big stage of the theatre.
The running time of the show was about four hours, with two 20 minute intermissions. It was LONG, but honestly, the time went by so fast you really couldn't tell it was that long.
I've consumed all the media I have been able to find about this thing so let me tell you a little about the production.
Director Mikko Kouki had had a dream about doing LOTR for years so when they decided to apply for the rights, they had no expectations of actually getting them. Then, Tolkien Estate answered "Yeah sure go ahead" and they started planning big time. Apparently they also got the rights for the Hobbit, but the upcoming production has been very secretive so far. They've only shared a couple of Easter eggs on their social media.
The set was huge. Like, the width of the stage is not that great, but it has a lot of depth, so they were able to make awesome things with it. The Black Gates and the Ents for example. I visited the back stage once, and the amount of stuff that was in storage there was mind-blowing. The cast also wasn't that large in number, so pretty much everyone but the main characters had multiple roles. Mainly playing orcs and minor characters.
Here's the cast:
(Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Gandalf, Aragorn, Gollum, Boromir/Mouth of Sauron, Gimli/Underhill1, Legolas/Tom Bombadil, Bilbo/Gorbat/Haldir/Gatekeeper, Arwen/Goldberry, Galadriel/Vhispering voice, Saruman, Éowyn/Rosie Cotton/Underhill2, Isildur/Shagrat/The voice of the Black Rider, Wormtongue/Barlyman Butterbur/Elrond, The Witch King, The Black Riders, The voice of Treebeard, The voice of Sauron, Elves/Ents/Orcs)
Let me just fangirl about Sam for a second. He was ultimately my favorite hobbit. Hannes Suominen did an amazing job and was perfectly suited for the role. The other hobbits were very good as well. Frodo was adorable and I really liked how they casted the hobbits according to their ages in the books.
Lets start from the beginning now.
The play began with a quick prologue about the history of the ring, how Bilbo found it and of the Last Alliance. The fishing scene with Smeagol and Deagol was also in the prologue. Then we move on to the Shire.
This is Bag End. Bilbo's party was mostly cut, but he leaves and gives the Ring to Frodo. Meanwhile Merry and Pippin spot a black rider and run to Bag End to tell their friends about it.
Gandalf arrives and snatches Sam through the window and sends Frodo on his way. This was very quick, but understandably so. It got the job done and Merry and Pippin were hilarious. (In the actual production, a picture of Tolkien was hanging on the wall of Bag End btw)
Next, they are being chased by a Black Rider and decide to take the shortcut through the Old Forest. The riders looked amazing. They were puppets with a rider standing in the middle on stilts.
This production had TOM BOMBADIL! I really loved that, cause he's usually the first one to get cut, or like in the musical he only got a name drop in the end.
Here he is saving the Hobbits from Old Man Willow. And yeah, there were A LOT of pyrotechnics involved.
I think this scene with Gandalf and Saruman was next. I really loved Saruman, and Gandalf got slammed onto the wall. It was cool. (sorry about the quality)
Then there's Bree and the Prancing Pony, which rose from the firkin floor. I got such bad chills every time. This was the only pic I could find, but this was an amazing scene with lively folk music and lots of drunken people, that kept harassing Frodo. Aragorn ominously smoked his pipe in the corner, till Frodo put the ring on.
Here, the Hobbits are trying to decide weather to trust the Strider or not. (From left to right: Merry, Pippin, Frodo, Sam)
Then, Frodo is stabbed at Weathertop and Strider sets a couple of Black Riders on fire. Like...he actually set their clothes on fire...
Anyway, they reach Bruinen with the help of Arwen, who conveniently replaces Glorfindel again. The black riders get swept away and Frodo is rescued. Also the elves of Rivendell had colorful hair and I'm all in for that:D
Then becomes this sus scene with Aragorn and Arwen. Aragorn is in love with her (obviously), but this Arwen is a little reluctant to give away her immortality and marry him. Aragorn proposes to her and she literally says "No❤️". Aragorn is heartbroken for a second but then we move on to the council of Elrond.
Here's the Fellowship. Arwen and Elrond on the back with Bilbo.
This is where act 1 ended.
Act 2 starts in the snow storm in the mountains and the Fellowship decides to go through Moria. Here are the gates. Very bad picture, but that was the only one I could find.
Moria goes pretty much according to book. Pippin does dumb shit and the orcs are woken. Their cave troll looked like a literal Michelin man, but the Balrog made up for that. Pity there aren't any pictures of it, but it was super cool. There was fire everywhere and the puppet looked really scary. I petted it, when I visited the back stage; from close up, it was very cute.
Apparently only 10 pics are allowed per post so part two and maybe three are needed. Part 2 starts with Lothlórien.
#Lotr#the lord of the rings#taru sormusten herrasta#The lord of the rings musical#Tolkien#silmarillion#lotr musical
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the escapades (m)
pairing — jimin x reader
genre/warnings— smut (oral, fingering, orgasm denial) & college!au, fratboy!jimin, brief e2l, brief ewb, acr universe
summary — the one where there’s a lot of unresolved sexual tension, until there isn’t.
notes — 8.3k words of the happiness before the storm i couldn’t write. i realised halfway through this there’s a slight plotwise change in comparison to what i wrote in acr so. yeah. sorry. kudos to you if you find it lol
The first time it happens, you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.
You’re sitting near the end of the table, crossing your legs and playing with the hem of your dress, your lips twisted into a frown. The real reason lying behind the simple decision of having a single, almost infinite table of guests doesn’t, in the slightest, cross your mind; why your idiotic brother would see this as a delightful idea really is above you, but you suppose the valuable genes in the family runs all in your DNA.
You’re playing with the table decorations while waiting for the guests to come, and it’s so fucking boring you regret telling Seulgi no, babe, what the fuck - you even shook your head and decided to sound extra mad at the idea - I won’t sneak in weed.
Too bad for you, she had answered, a cute pout on her lips, I’ll give you an hour before you’re bored out of your mind.
The truth hangs above your head, with a sheepish grin: you just needed ten minutes to be absolutely, drastically bored.
In hindsight, sneaking in weed wouldn’t have been the worst idea: your mother is talking to the in laws, gesticulating excitedly at the idea of kids right after marriage. What the fuck, you text Seulgi, at home trying to get out of bed, my brother has been married for an hour and there’s already baby talk going on at the table.
Seulgi
[12.49]
With the baby talk comes the dick talk
You
[12.49]
Oh no the dick talk
Seulgi
[12.50]
man how can you survive your relatives talking about nonexistent boyfriends without my weed, damn???
You
[12.50]
option a: I’ll tell them I’m dating you
Seulgi
[12.50]
we kissed ONE time
You
[12.50]
option b: I’ll tell them I’m in a relationship with Jeon jungkook
Seulgi
[12.50]
bitch we both know you’re not in a relationship with the hottest guy on campus. he has dimples and long hair and piercings. my sources can even confirm he has a big dick. what do U Have
You
[12.51]
i was talking about my vibrator but go off lmao
anyway I’ve had that D ;)
Seulgi
[12.51]
you’re officially cancelled
when did this happen? I can’t believe you’re telling me over text!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You
[12.51]
last semester!!!!! why do you think I’ve named my vib after him!!!!!!
Seulgi
[12.52]
because you’re lusting after him like the rest of us mortals!!!!!!!!!!
You
[12.52]
I’ve upgraded since then. I’ve leveled up. I’ve seen things People Can’t Even Imagine
Seulgi
[12.52]
just say he got u off and go
You
[12.52]
;p
anyway option c: I scare them away by saying controversial things. Id est: I don’t believe in love. I am choosing my partner solely judging their abilities to finger me under a table when people are around. I am secretly lusting after my brother’s wife. I am trying to get impregnated like in The Sims 2 aka I am waiting for that alien dick.
Seulgi
[12.52]
hate to break it to you babe but that’s literally who you are
You
[12.52]
i
I literally compliment joohyun’s boobs once and this is the treatment I get
Seulgi
[12.52]
are we not gonna talk about your alien dick kink
You
[12.52]
no kink shaming in this house lady
option d: I listen to their complaints and run
Seulgi
[12.53]
option dick
man sorry I meant option d
You
[12.53]
you didn’t
Seulgi
[12.54]
ur right I didn’t
Option e, also known as I’ll entertain the other guests so I don’t have to talk to you, presents itself in the form of one very hot, very ripped young man sporting the most expensive shirt in the room. You’re only human when you admit to yourself, mental sigh, that he ticked all the let’s get y/n horny requirements in less than fifteen seconds.
You can’t believe Joohyun has kept him hidden for so long from you. Such betrayal ends when your brother, Kim fucking Seokjin, hugs him tight and brushes with utter affection the nape of his neck, gracing him with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh.
You can’t believe Seokjin has kept him hidden for so long from you.
Well. Scratch that. You can.
Suddenly, the ticked requirements disappear and a giant neon sentence with a very cheap background music impose themselves in your head. WHAT A TURN OFF! they read, the neon red words mocking you; you steal a glance at your brother’s acquaintance one more time - one last time - before slipping your phone in your hands and dedicating yourself one more time at your Instagram feed, scrolling through the most recent pics.
(You stumble upon an extremely rare Jungkook selfie, and you hate to admit you spend the following thirty seconds admiring him before tapping twice on the quality content you’ve signed up for when you joined the social)
You suppose that, even though your brother’s friends with fuckboy tendencies are signed off your let’s get to know each other better ;) list, it doesn’t mean the same goes for them.
So, when the dark-haired young man with a jawline sharper than Seulgi’s retorts after her third beer sits next to you, you reckon you shouldn’t be that surprised.
He acts all casual, you notice while discreetly looking at him; he’s busy taking off his jacket and flexing his muscles, all of this while pretending not to notice you, and you find it immensely cute.
Ah, fuckboys.
“Fuck,” he rasps, lips twisted in a crooked smile, “I didn’t think it would be this hot today.”
“Yeah, sorry, the heat is on me.”
He chuckles in disbelief at your words, eyes turning into crescents.
“Right, there’s always the girl stealing the bride’s spotlight at weddings.”
“Oh! That’s me,” you nod enthusiastically, “That’s one hundred percent me.”
“Groom or bride?” He asks, pointing at the couple with his chin.
“What do you think?”
He looks at you funny, pressing his back on the seat, pondering in silence. Cute.
“Bride. One of Bae’s sorority sisters, maybe? You seem too young to be her age, though.”
“Damn,” you exhale, crossing your arms under your chest, “I can’t believe you got it all wrong. The expectations were low, but I’m still disappointed.”
He ducks his head, still smiling. “Then it’s the groom. How do you know Seokjin?”
Your eyes twinkle with excitement at your next words, but honestly, who can blame you? You’re having fun with this lost, cute chick.
“What’s your take, officer?”
He erupts into a laugh, and you drink in his handsome features; fuck you, Seokjin, for being friends with fuckboys only.
“Alright,” he punches the bridge of his nose, scanning the room, which is slowly filling with other guests. “I’m his friend, and I know all of his friends, which can only mean one thing: option a, you’re one of his ex-girlfriends; option b, you’re one of his secret hook-ups; option c, you’re an old friend from high school.”
“Oooh,” you beam, unrealistically intrigued, “You really suck at guessing, don’t you?”
He laughs, passing a hand through his dark locks, messing his perfectly styled hair. “Ok, fair. Which one was the closest, then?”
“Option d, of course.” You nod, relaxing your features into a sheepish grin, “I’m his much more beautiful and smarter sister.”
You exam his face, now twisting into some sort of what the fuck, such betrayal look, and you take in, for the last time – really the last, this time – his attractive, sculptured face, his full lips, the smoothness of his skin. It’s awful and unfair knowing you two won’t cross paths ever again in your lives, but at least you had some fun messing with him before things could worsen.
“I’ll be sitting in the middle of the table, with my family, if you want to avoid me.”
You wink at him for good measure, and you swear to god he blushes.
Half a wine bottle and two flutes of prosecco down, you realise you underestimated your resident fuckboy.
It happens when you’re grabbing your napkin and channelling your dreamy, happy looks towards the newlyweds, dancing in the middle of the room, their eyes gravitating only towards the love of their lives.
You sigh, pouting for the smallest of fractions, when you feel someone sitting at your side.
“You know,” Fuckboy begins, and you picture him licking his lips as he pauses, “Now I get why he never told us anything more than: I’m not an only child.”
“I know,” you exhale, turning to face him, “Seokwon is the real catch of our family. We’re really protective of him.”
“He’s married. With kids.”
“I was there when the twins opened their eyes, thank you.”
“We thought you were either a small kid or a forty years old woman.”
“Wait,” you tilt your head, “How did you know about us then? And who’s we?”
“We dug into his stuff and he caved in, admitting he had a brother and a sister.” Fuckboy looks at you, eyes dark but reflecting the dim lights of the function room, “Us. The frat guys.”
“Right, the fuckboys.”
He looks taken aback by your statement, bewildered, and you take advantage of his reaction to stand up and head away from him. It’s his words that stop you from doing so, though.
“You don’t know us—”
“—except I do know your pledges and your brothers.”
“But you don’t know me.”
“Maybe,” you shrug, “I prefer to steer away from my brother’s friends, though.”
“Right,” he says, tightening his lips in a hard line, almost hurt, “So, who am I to interfere with your judgmental thinking?” He clicks his tongue, then, a resolute exhale slipping past his lips, smothered by his own tingling despair.
The words hurt.
You don’t know what exactly pinched your senses hard, if the tone or the wallowing sadness swimming in his expression, but, as he stands up and leaves, you’re left facing the cold, hard truth.
The words hurt, you hurt, and you feel guilty.
You say nothing, glancing in the direction of the first alcoholic beverage around, and you fill yourself a glass.
Had it been someone else – had it been another sentence, another less sickening scenario, you would’ve felt proud, righteous. You’re, instead, on the other side of the feelings spectrum, all filled with crippling guilt and a nauseous, pervasive feeling you can’t quite name and pin down.
The guests are dancing around you, moving hand in hand to the rhythm of the pop love song now playing; the ballroom is packed when you let your impulsive side make a choice, eyes following the guy’s composed figure. You can drastically feel the sweat, and the heat the people are radiating, when you stand up and move towards him, the only smiling boy passing his glass from a hand to the other.
You’re close enough to tap his wrist and brush your fingers, which you do; it elicits a gasp from him, all soft, not scathing around the edges yet able to bite you, anyway. It’s the guilt, you remind yourself, looking for a sign of some sort of inclination to accept your apologies between the crease of his brows and tight jaw, and everywhere in between.
It’s sickening—this boy didn’t exist four fucking hours ago. It didn’t even cross your wildest dreams, someone like him. His shape – his silhouette – has left a print in your mind, and no matter how hard you try focusing on something else, someone else, your mind keeps going back to the shape itself.
But you’re a coward, so, while he lets you intertwine your fingers, you admit, voice loud: “I wanna dance.”
He handles you properly, kindly, before pushing you in the crowd and brushing your hips with his hands, all rings and jewellery adorning them.
He blinks twice, biting the insides of his mouth, but he manages,
“Who says I wanna dance?”
Which is a bit stupid, or hypocritic if you might, because he’s swaying you to the rhythm of a ballad the pop love song turned into. You break into the smallest of smiles.
“I want to apologize.”
He scoffs. “I don’t know you,” he says, funnily enough, “But that seems almost unlikely, coming from you.”
“Yeah, you got me there, officer. I was, uhm,” you stare blatantly at his neck, and you suppress the desire to stroke your fingers’ pads on his soft skin, “I was out of line. I’m sorry. You were right, I don’t know you. I do know your frat brothers, my own brother, but that doesn’t mean I know you.”
He hums, moving for a small fraction of instants his thumbs on your hips and it’s enough for your breath to catch into your own throat. He nods, which could mean anything, from I accept your apology to go fuck yourself, this is bullshit. You prefer the former option, if you’re being honest, which is the answer you settle for in your head, hazed and absolutely hazed and madly hazed because of his small physical contact.
To put this into the simplest terms, Seulgi’s words, you don’t like this.
“I like dancing,” his eyes tower you and gaze at the other people dancing; you wonder if he’s thinking about them, who they are to you, what role they played in Seokjin’s life, if they’ll show up to your wedding, too. These thoughts popped into your mind unannounced, before, at the table, before the not-really-fuckboy sat next to you and made you feel guilty. Such absurdity; yet here you are, in his arms. Oh god, what would Seulgi think of you if she saw you?
“Good to know, I’m awful at shoulder-hips coordination.”
“Shoulder-hips coordination?” he inquiries, lips parted.
“Uh, body rolls?”
“Oh,” he chuckles, “I see, you mean classy grinding.”
“I don’t do classy grinding, sorry,” you retort, head tilted to a side.
His smile his amused. “Too bad, shoulder-hips coordination is a nice trait to exhibit sometimes.”
“I prefer hips coordination. Well, hips rotation.”
“Hips rotation?”
“Riding? Is the term somehow unfamiliar to you?”
He flushes, biting back a grin and fixing his gaze somewhere in the crowd. How cute.
“Not at all, it’s nice to meet a hips rotation enthusiast here, though.”
“Statistics say at least a member in each family is a riding enthusiast, did you know?”
“Shit, talk dirty to me,” he licks his lips, pointing at Jin with his chin, “Didn’t peg him for a rider, though. Not at all.”
“I’m starting to think you’re not a STEM major, are you? You’re lacking basic intuition, my friend.”
“Is this your attempt of discovering my major?” – he eyes you, a flick of amusement burning in his orbs – “You’re not very smooth, you know?”
“I have my moments.”
He snorts, placing both hands on the small of your back. You’re at height level with the base of his neck, and it’s fun how your mind betrays you in such moments, providing mental images of your nose brushing against his skin, and you nuzzling in the crook of his neck. Such taunting, invasive pictures. Fuck off, you reprimand your own mind, fuck off.
“I’m Jimin.”
“Jimin,” you taste the name on your tongue, hitting the back of your front teeth. “Jin never talked about you. I’m Y/N.”
“Jin never talked about you either.”
“Of course he never did, I’m prettier than he is.”
His little dimples make an appearance. “You know, you could really steal the bride’s spotlight.”
“That was my ultimate goal all along, even though I prefer the dark side.”
“I,” he licks his lips, and you don’t know why you’re following the gesture, “I meant to say you’re beautiful.”
“Oh my god,” you whisper, eyebrows raising, “Are you a charmer?”
“I mean,” he begins, sheepish smile on display, “I never kiss and tell.”
“Touching.” He smirks. “How sweet of you.”
“You know what else is sweet?”
“Please,” you beg, meeting his eyes, “Don’t say my pussy.”
“Please,” he repeats, same mocking tone, “The possibilities are endless. Your mouth,” he scoots closer, words whispered on the shell of your ear, “Your mouth around my dick,” he almost nibbles your ear, “Your mouth screaming my name.”
“My pussy,” you add, trying not to lose your mind.
“I would never call sweet something I’ve not tasted.”
He raises a brow.
“Are you offering? You’re not very smooth, you know?”
He ignores the last question, tightening his grip. “In the middle of your brother’s wedding? Seokjin’s wedding? I’m not a dick, even though you sitting on my face would be a sight to see.”
“Right?” your voice doesn’t falter for a second, “That’s what I always say”
“Nice to see how we’ve got much in common. But I was thinking of something else, actually—” His face is once again inches away from yours, ear to mouth, hot breath fanning over you bare neck. “I wanna finger you.”
Oh.
“Under the table. Right behind you. Wanna make you whimper.”
It’s almost like being tongue-tied, fumbling for words, body flushing, but you gather somewhere the strength to form an actual sentence, which makes him smirk devilishly.
“I can be very quiet.”
He pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Bet you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut.”
“When I win,” you say, lying your words on an unrealistically high vote of confidence, even for yourself, “What do I get?”
He licks his lips, slow, savouring the moment. “You get to ride my face.”
“Not your dick?”
“I’m not a fuckboy, baby.”
A comeback of some kind is already on your tongue, but – there’s a kiss somewhere in the following seconds, all wet and tingling and perhaps filled with too many lip bites, but he can’t really blame you when you’ve been brushing your thighs together for the past minute, heat pooling down your belly. It’s enough for you to silently pledge for more, and for him to tease, because he takes a step back, smirk in place and lips reddened, and guides you towards his seat at the end of the table with a hand on the small of your back.
Downhill begins as soon as you sit down, legs barely parted, a minimum space not fitting for his plans, apparently, because the crease between Jimin’s eyebrows grows when he nudges them apart with his hand, the cold metal of his rings cooling down your flushed state. You want to gasp at the sudden intrusion, but the sound is swallowed entirely by his hot mouth on yours, distracting once again, incredibly soft and alluring. This kiss is slow, this time, like he’s taking his time tasting you and learning about the hums he draws out of you, the shyness of your previously biting tongue, and how fast you get lost in the kiss itself. You press a chaste kiss on his mouth, before creaking a space between you.
“I’m starting to think you’re all bark and no bite”
He doesn’t answer, but stares into your eyes with his hooded gaze, and he manages to sneak a hand furtively under your dress not breaking the contact. His skin is warm, but you’re warmer, and his destination is even hotter. He cocks his head, fingers brushing against the soaked, sticking material you used to call panties up until fifteen minutes ago, and he must notice—his eyes grow wider, his jaw tightens and his hand gains courage.
Fuck. This should be embarrassing, getting worked up over dirty innuendos and a kiss or two, but you’re instead feeling flushed and more. More sensitive. More open to the idea of him ruining you, even though that’s not what he’s offering. Or— is he?
The question lies unanswered when his digits rub with a sparkled intensity over both your clothed sex and your inner thighs. It’s a continuous, mellifluous melody, his fingers dancing between the two until he settles on your panties only, and that’s when you almost let out a soft moan; you don’t, he raises his brow, challenging, but you don’t, and instead glance around to notice if someone has his eyes on the both of you, sitting in the furthest region of the fucking smart, endless table.
He raises the stake, flushed: Jimin pushes your panties on one side, petting with his index your exposed self, and you suck in a breath. He continues to do so, face still, closing the distance between you two.
You don’t question the sudden kiss, instead you angle your face and close your eyes and let him press his lips on you. This feels like being drunk, or high, stretching underneath a sky dripping with stars. You cup his face with your hands, his lips so terribly soft and inviting, the smallest of smiles meeting your own chapped and curved upwards lips.
It’s when you’re merely inches away from him that he thumbs at your clit, sensitive and tingling, circling with utmost peace and no speed whatsoever. You pout at little, you realize, which makes him melt either cause of your cute frown -oh, how the tables have turned- or simply because he’s the devil himself, pressing a finger against your entrance and delving it into your heat.
“Cute,” he purrs, kissing you, “Is this okay?”
The crude, hot, nerve-wracking fingering has begun, which makes you, quickly enough, putty in his hands and ablaze with ardour for this man whose rasping voice could kill you.
“Yeah,” you breathe on his mouth, eyelids drooping closed, “Yeah, all good.”
You hum to yourself as he starts pressing kisses on your jaw and your neck, a trail of treacherous flames lighting up your skin, and you have the audacity to sigh under his ministrations, a tiny, strained sound not quite a mewl.
If he hears, he doesn’t show it. You’re biting your own lip when he enters a second finger, filling your searing emptiness.
“Want three?” he asks, voice husky and as desperate as you are under his touch. He adds it when you nod, the squelch louder than before, and you moan, rocking your hips against his fingers.
“Shh, baby,” he coos, placing his other hand on your hips, slowing your movements, “Be a good girl.”
He fucks you deep, fast, fingers clashing against the silky dress you’re wearing and sweat sparkling on his forehead. He swallows another moans of yours, sucking your bottom lip and tugging it between his teeth. You’re close. You’re so close, and it’s only been a couple minutes. You can’t hear anything that isn’t your wet pussy clenching around his fingers, his rhythm ruthless and burning.
“Too bad you’re not coming on my fingers, today,” he says before kissing your neck and emptying your dripping pussy, then proceeding to taste and lick his own fingers in his mouth. He lets them out with a small pop, and it’s the most terrifying sight you’ve ever had in front of your almost watering eyes. “I’m sorry I won the bet, though, your pussy is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”
That’s the high and dry story of how you first met Jimin.
/
The second time it happens, it’s under completely different circumstances, and, substantially, against your every predictions, it really happens. It takes place, like a once in a lifetime event: there’s an orgasm involved, not due to the very charming and never disappointing Jeon jungkook the robotic version, and instead it involves a rather attractive asshole with a persistent smirk plastered on his face.
Except it’s a lot more complicated than what it sounds, and most of it is Seulgi’s fault.
Your roommate had pouted all evening, because that’s what semi adults do when they’re denied a companion for the night.
“I just wanna get wasted. It’s been one hell of a month, and you know how I get when I’m stressed.”
“I can suggest you a vibrator and a bottle of vodka. Do you settle for that, your honor?”
“The more you talk like this,” all self-absorbed and assertive and cautiously, like when talking to a kid, she begins, hands in her long, mahogany hair, “the more I just wanna push you up against the wall.”
“Sounds to me you just wanna get laid.”
“Maybe I do,” she huffs, hands on her hips, the light of your abat-jour highlighting her golden skin. “Maybe I don’t. What I know is that I wanna get wasted. Come with me, pretty please?”
“Look,” you raise your eyes from the book you’ve been holding, stretching a leg onto the unmade bed of yours, “I just wanna get this fucking paper done. I need,” you grip the phone on the bed table, checking for the white, large numbers on your lock screen, “an hour. An hour and half to edit it and I’m all yours.”
“This paper is due on Thursday, though.”
“Yeah, but I have a reputation to uphold in the family. Have to be the most beautiful and successful.”
“You’re full of shit,” are her last words, muttered with a smile as she grabs her jacket.
“Hey,” you call, stretching your neck towards her, “I don’t care if it’s two am and you’re already wasted. Call me and I’ll come to you with a whole bottle of vodka to make it up to you. Hell, I’ll even kiss you goodnight.”
“I don’t wanna make out with you, you freak.”
“You didn’t say that last time, baby!”
Seulgi
[2.13]
wassup bitch
make out with meeeeeeeeeeeeee
[location shared]
com n get me littl nuggrt
Not Sober Seulgi is probably the worst Seulgi you have ever dealt with. You let out a sigh, eyeing the frat dorm all lit up and vibrating to the trashy trap music the insiders are jamming to.
Of course, when it comes to Not Sober Seulgi, there’s boys involved. Frat boys involved. At first, you don’t pay attention to the details, the signs, surrounding you like blinding traffic lights signalling stop stop stop, all red and striking. The thought doesn’t cross your mind, the dots connecting in some hidden part of your brain not making your insides short circuit—instead you’re knocking on the door, then banging on the very wooden entrance until a face shows up; the dorm is dimly lit, and the face is partially lightened by a soft, hued red and, that, too, Future You pinpoints, should have been a sign.
It’s useless, anyway, because you hear the insider talk and you’re burning instantly, like after touching a steaming, hot cup of coffee, except that bitter coffee is still good coffee. Smug Jimin plus bitter you isn’t really sweet, nor a match made in heaven. It’s chaotic, a caustic explosion, and you both know it, judging from the sharp smile he offers you, after blinking lazily at your figure.
“This is a mixer party only,” his soothing voice welcomes you, “Do you have an invite?”
You press your tongue on your teeth, mouth carefully closed.
“Yeah, from Hell, I’ve come to take a fallen angel.”
“Sorry to break it to you, oh-kind-lady, but we didn’t give any invite to poor, damned souls.”
“Too bad I don’t give a fuck about your policies, then,” you move towards the small space between the door and Jimin’s body, but he interferes, placing himself right between the two. “Look, I don’t give a single fuck about this party.”
“Yeah, it sure looks like it.”
You roll your eyes. “My friend is here. She’s most certainly not sober and I’ve come to pick her up. That’s it. Do you think I want to be here, among these drunk, perverted jocks?”
He turns around, stretching his neck, his eyes darting through the crowd, inhibited by alcohol, smelling like cheap beer and weed. The moment his eyes bore into yours, though, it’s terrifying; it’s a rustled reminder of Seokjin’s wedding Jimin, and you don’t like it. You loathe it. You dread it.
“Maybe only some of us.”
He tips his head, lips curving into a timid, small smile, and you tear your gaze from his lips in a heartbeat.
“Yeah, keep dreaming of it. I just want my friend back.” You point your chin towards the amalgam of drunk party animals, “I’ll leave you to your immensely interesting activities, then.”
“What if,” he begins, “You don’t. Or—even better scenario, you leave with me.”
“Best case scenario, I leave with my friend. You stay here.”
“What’s the worst-case scenario, then?”
You cock a brow at him, crossing your arms on your chest. “I leave with my friend, you stay here. Sometime before me leaving, you’re punched. Or kicked. I don’t know. There’s a high chance I’ll throw a drink on you.”
“That implies you’ll be here long enough to grab a drink, doesn’t it? And you don’t have to ruin my shirt to get me naked, babe. Just ask nicely.”
You huff, and you’re mildly tempted to shove him against a wall. Or ruin him. Not in the funny way. More like the high and dry way, the one he knows so well. “I changed my mind, I’ll kick you.”
“Ask nicely?” His teasing tone makes your cheeks flush, and you hope the shitplace with subdued lightening can cover it. His expression shifts into an arrogant one, full smirk and little dimples out, so your cute guess is that he can see. He sees his effect on you, albeit completely unwanted and full of hatred from your side, and he enjoys it. Actually lulls in it, letting out a small laugh which, in turn, makes his eyes turn into crescents, all warm and cute—all things he’s not. All things you know he’s not.
“Ask nicely,” you repeat, rolling the words on your tongue, “Okay, babe. Let’s do this, babe. What do you want from me, babe?”
“Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe the answer is you?”
“Yes, actually,” you sigh, fingers brushing his neck, face comically close to his perfect, chiselled one, “That’s exactly what I thought when you stopped fingering me.”
“Right,” Jimin has the audacity to smile, craning his neck as if to close the distance between you in order to meet you for a kiss, “I’m a man of word, thought. You should be impressed.”
“I’m pretty sure the only thing that’s impressed is your face under the orgasm denial definition. Google it, babe, I guarantee you the meaning comes with your name and a brilliant review of one star.”
“Unlike you.” He licks his lips, eyes on your pretty pink ones, smeared with venom, “You’re not coming.” He explains, to further ignite your rage.
“And whose fault is that, babe?”
Jimin nuzzles into your neck, cupping your other cheek with his rough palm, and his thumb stills on your throat, right where your breath is stuck. He adds pressure on it, lips fondling your burning skin, his usual smirk plastered on them.
“Let me make it up to you.”
“You’re not fucking me,” you spit back, mouth now millimetres away from his, gently inviting you to kiss it, and cherish it, and biting it until you’re satisfied with the hot result.
“I’ll eat you out? Until you come.” He hums. “You’ll come.”
His voice is a mere strangled sound, wanting and dripping with need, and you snap out of it with a small smile.
“Nice offer,” your smile is wicked as you scrape his nape with a feathery touch, the slow movement rousing a flutter in your lower belly. “But get in line, babe.”
His shell-shocked face is the last thing you see before you fulfil the let’s rescue Seulgi! party.
(“Why do you smell like softener?” Seulgi sniffs you, arms looped loosely around your neck, eyes completely shut down. It’s a nice sight, all things considered. You’re no angel, no saint, no perfect person, but you’re a nice friend, and that’s probably the most Seokjin trait you recognize in yourself. It’s your shared apartment, and it’s past 3 am and you’re the one good friend who keeps her promises. “It’s strawberry vodka, you heathen.”)
The line turns out to be a real line, queue line, let’s get this coffee line, which, well. How can one word it, how can one phrase it fully catching the irony of it all, the distinctive je ne sais quoi of life without—
“Nice to see you here.”
It’s the perfect set for a rom-com, you notice, taking in the warm scenery around you. What else can one dream of, right? The campus coffee shop, the campus hot not-really-but-also-kinda fuckboy Jimin, partial jock to give him credit, full time attractive idiot with a tendency for orgasm denial. Really.
“What are the chances?” You exhale, voice devoid of emotions. For the sake of your parents’ integrity, you suppose, because they raised no impolite woman, of course, you turn around to face the angel-like human being, black hair partially covering his forehead, little dimples on full display. That’s—that is lack of integrity, or indecency or au-fucking-dacity. It might as well be a mix of the above-mentioned possibilities, all fitting and nurturing you because he’s gorgeous. He’s handsome. Jimin’s the most attractive human being you’ve ever seen in your life, and it’s not fair.
(Beside the fact that you’ve lived with Kim Seokjin, for fuck’s sake)
He pokes his own cheek, and you bask into the otherworldly scenario that takes place right in front of your caffeine deprived eyes. It’s a sight for sore, soft eyes, and it’s the end of the world as you know it, because it’s morning, too early to properly function like a normal human being, but there he is. There he is, Jimin, channelling his inner boyfriend material aura, oozing off boyfriend smell, nice, fresh, aftershave smell, rocking a stupid sweater and the messiest black mop of hair.
It’s honestly a tragedy, and you won’t stand for it. You will make a move—
“You’re squinting your eyes, like, real tight. Are you alright?”
Just ogling you, your drowsy mind offers, the fucking cheater.
“Yeah,” you reply, swallowing a lump in your dry throat, “Just need coffee. A latte. Anything.”
You move forward in the queue, and as you blink you realize it’s your turn, until it’s not anymore. Jimin carefully and gently moves you out of the way, brushing with the softest touch your side.
“A latte and an iced americano, please.”
The sweetened order for two turns into a hushed thank you, a tipped smile, a flutter of you heart. It’s drinks still half full, his curious gaze darting on your lips, your defences down. It’s unfair, because in a hot second all this pent-up tension shifts into a light, chaste kiss, your back pressed against the coffee shop’s restroom; your chest heaves under his tantalizing make-out session with your neck, followed by his frantic lips pressing on yours, his tongue licking lazily into your mouth, a gasp easing its way out of your warm and eager mouth. It’s a hot-blooded supercut, each frame announced by a starving moan, a content sigh, and, before you realise it, you’re on your bed, Jimin hovering on top of you.
It’s Saturday morning, you hum to yourself, fingers sliding into his hair, all’s in check. There’s a warm body slumped on yours, his tongue swerving on your lower lip and his hips shyly bucking between your open legs. Your panties are drenched, you can feel his hard on through the jeans and, really, all’s in check.
He nudges your nose with his. “Lemme eat you out.”
The answer lies sitting on the tip of your tongue, right next to an obnoxious remark that you hope will rile him up enough for him to rip your underwear, which you definitely won’t complain about. However, the words don’t come out, they slur in your craving mouth the second he gets up and shoves you toward the end of your unmade bed, spreading your naked legs open with his calloused palms.
“Nice skirt,” he comments, voice a rasp, eyeing the drenched, lilac underwear, skirt at this point gone up to cover your stomach. “I just want…”
He shuffles closer, enough for you to feel his hot breath on your core, and that’s when Jimin pulls the panties on a side, teasing you with little licks to your entrance. You’re responsive, too eager for anything to quench your thirst that you sigh happily at the barest of actions, gripping strands of his hair. Jimin chuckles, engulfing the throbbing clit in his mouth in one go and drawing desperate moans out of your cute, devilish mouth.
“Fuckboy move,” you emit, voice cracking at the pressure of his warm mouth, “Oh, oh. Fuck…”
He replies flattening his tongue on your core, then licking and lapping against your dripping folds. Jimin positively glows at the cries you let out, face slobbering with your arousal while driving you insane, fucking with his tongue like his life depended on it. It’s almost a spiritual experience, a crescendo of wails and sobs, his face drown in your pussy and his tongue paying reverence to your approaching orgasm. He can feel it in the way you writhe, in his hand splaying over your stomach, keeping you still while he eats you religiously, forehead beaded with sweat.
You come with a trembling hand in his hair, the other flicking your bare nipple, back slightly arched and a lewd mewl; Jimin takes in the way your body trembles, your breath all staggered because of him, and the sight alone is enough for him to cum in his pants with a grunt, completely untouched.
The second time it happens is, coincidentally, the first time Jimin knows there’s no turning back from this.
/
Complicated is a big word when it comes to relationship, you reckon, emitting something akin to a gasp, truly soap operas worthy material, but, for the first time in your life, you decide to name it this way.
Being with Jimin is… complicated, for starters. Especially because you’re not with Jimin, in the strict, relationship-wise meaning. He knows your favourite colour (“Why the fuck you only own purple underwear?” “It’s lilac, dick, watch your mouth.” “Watch your own mouth, babe. You’re the one on your knees.”), your favourite food (“But you like having your mouth stuffed with my cock, honey.” You sigh, blushing. “First of all, I’m talking about real food. That amazing steak kind of food—“
“I’ll show you real meat, babe.”
“Gross. Gross. How can I cancel the last five seconds of my life?”
“Come here, Jared, nineteen,” he half smiles, tilting his head, “I’ll get us fries.”), your favourite movie (“We can’t get each other off every time your ugly paper cap fits—oh,” you suck in a breath, Jimin flicking his tongue on your turgid nipple, “oh, god, don’t stop.”), your best friend’s name (“I condone you dicking her so good she sometimes cries, you know, I just don’t when I’m in the room next to hers and all I can hear is my best friend trying to formulate a single coherent word but failing because you’re pounding her mercilessly into the mattress.” Jimin chuckles, grabbing his jacket before holding the doorknob. “She begged, Seulgi.”)—so what? It’s not like you sat down and decided not to ask each other dumb questions, so that you could find out in the funny, kinky way. For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even decide on anything, didn’t even talk about talking, because the relationship related shit didn’t even cross your mind.
It’s even quite fucking hard for it to cross it, because half the time you’re together you’re either both naked – except for the time he pleaded for the tartan mini to stay – or stuffing your mouth with food—because, if there’s something you’ve learned after one too many hook-ups with him is that this kind of sex requires strength. Like, actual, physical strength, if we’re not talking about the this test is draining me please fuck me until I can’t walk sex. Which, yeah, 10/10 would recommend. That was the day Seulgi decided to invest in ear plugs while muttering capitalism, here I come.
You also came.
Funnily enough, guess who also came. Not in the funny, kinky way. Think about the grossest thing, imagine the beyond the bounds of possibility, sprinkle it with Jimin earnestly shoving his dick down your throat, stir it with a poor Taehyung brushing his teeth next to the both of you, a step away from the shower, and serve it on the most expensive plate in the kitchen, a recipe not approved by Kim Seokjin.
Yeah, you mentally roll your eyes, licking your lips clean, at eye-level with your sorta enemy with benefits’ pretty dick: the married brother of yours, former fratboy, taller than your current will to live.
In hindsight, maybe it is Seokjin’s fault. Once you’re married, you’re supposed to be committed to the cause, and sometimes, an angry little crumb in you finds the audacity to speak, the cause is made up of your four walls: ergo home, ergo your married life, miles away from the absurdity that once filled his university days. You’re being hypocritical, you realize, skin wet, body trembling. In the simplest, most hedonistic terms, you’re done with the chaos in this fraternity and just wished that hooking up was easier. It’s more than a stolen orgasm, a random spur of pleasure and free de-stresser; it’s also something not quite like art but just as peculiar. Sex with Jimin is more than nice, more than a fast rummage of clothes on the floor and panties teared, or condoms stuffed in every single pocket of his jacket.
It should also be noticed that it’s been one hell of a stressful week, okay, which means that it’s one of those times you seek for naked intimacy, in its least literal meaning. You’re looking for something sure, something silent, something earnest. Jimin gives you that in the simplest of forms, in the easiest of ways. It’s not fair for your brother to come unannounced and burst into the house with his adorable laugh and love for his own brothers. Way to ruin the moment, bro.
Jimin blinks attentively when Taehyung laughs, clapping his hands all happy and following the elder’s voice outside the bathroom.
“I’m getting you my clothes.”
“Wait, what?”
His lips part just enough for his tongue to wet them, and your eyes follow in silence the gesture.
“I mean,” he starts, grabbing a towel, “You either come out with me from this bathroom or you don’t.”
He’s concise, yet harsh, words uttered with those soft lips yet are just as hot as a slap in your face. He’s telling the truth, but you soon find out you don’t really like it.
There’s something abrupt and severe in those chosen words, so well picked out because they’re not meant to hurt, but at the same time they’re so worrying. So terrible, practically as hard as a punch in your guts.
You either come out of the bathroom with him — you had been blowing minutes before, hadn’t you? Quite the intimacy, huh? — or you don’t. You stay behind. Different rooms, a whole door to separate you while he’s out with the people he cares about.
Seems legit, but. It’s unfair. You know Jimin isn’t choosing for you, but it’s obvious he’s inclined towards an option between the two, and you’re terrified to discover whether it’s his own desire pushing or what he thinks you want.
You, instead, push the thought aside when you nod, taking the towel from his hands and covering your body from this terrific half hook-up.
Because that’s what it is—that’s what you are.
It dawns upon you like a cold breeze hitting your face in full December, suddenly, and that’s when you realize winter is near. In your mind, this hooking up scenario seemed nicer. Sounded softer, a cute bubble moving slowly in the air.
But now—well, now the bubble has burst, and it feels wrong, and this unexpected wrong doesn’t feel right in your chest, and that’s the story of how you leave the house escaping from his window, in his clothes, with vision blurred by hot, stupid, idiotic tears.
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Seulgi is the first one to notice, and, obviously, the first one to speak.
“Something’s been bothering you,” she says, head tilted in a way that’s supposed to be emphatic and worried but comes off as stiff and terrified. “Care to share?”
It’s just a wholesome amount of terrifying stuff, isn’t it? First the shower incident, now Seulgi’s ways not working around you anymore. What’s next? Avoiding Jimin for a whole week? Blocking his number? Losing the smart and beautiful title to your obnoxious brother?
You wouldn’t be surprised, really. Shit like this always happens at the same fucking time.
“It’s nothing. A stressful couple days, maybe? Or maybe I’m getting sick. There’s a guy always coughing during Physics. Maybe it’s his fault, who knows.”
Seulgi unlocks her phone, an unreadable gaze studying you. She gives up a second later, though, her weak maybe reaching your ears when you’ve already looked down on your book.
One simply cannot be annoyed because of a half hook up. Christ. You deserve better than that. You have some dignity left, tainted by everything that’s not Jimin and his harsh, stupid words.
So, your mind offers, while you squint your eyes, I suppose there’s nothing else you could do about it.
Nothing else besides acknowledging it and moving on.
Sounds like a plan. A fireproof plan, an escape plan, something detailed and precise. Planned to work out smoothly; planned to be executed without pain or mistakes.
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It’s seven sharp when he knocks, takeout in his left hand, eyes bulging because it’s fucking freezing outside.
“It’s fucking freezing, what the fuck.” He says out loud, indeed. What he receives as an answer is the sound of your tongue clicking, the biggest amount of interest you’ve shown towards him the whole week. He would finally exhale, weren’t it for the fact that this is still pretty traumatic, because if there’s something he’s learned while orbiting around you, is that you’re constantly awake and aware of your surroundings. Your body language says that you pay attention to him, or Seulgi, or whoever you’re talking to. You follow the guy with your eyes, and you listen and nod in all the right places during a conversation, and you search for his dark gaze when he’s fucking you in the dimly lit bedroom, the bed creaking under your sweaty sex making. He’s not admitting it, he never will, and he’ll pretty much deny this to everyone who will ask but: there’s something hot about it. Something burning with the way your body reacts to him, when your eyes follow his actions, while your voice falters when he fucks you right, and it somehow pushes him to the edge every time. It’s the equivalent of Jungkook getting a boner in the gym while catching girls and boys drooling at him, except he’s talking about you and your crazy moans, your magic aura.
And yes, okay, fucking blame him, the realization alone made him jerk off in his room like a teen, twice, yesterday. That’s a fact. That’s barely a fact, alright? This is a truth; a statement soon forgot by the knowers. Obviously.
You look spent, he thinks, if he had to choose a word, dared by some arrogant deity to define the current mess you were. He glances at your barely done ponytail, at the tiredness written all over your face. He takes in your baggy sweater, your quiet beauty, knowing this is gonna be one of those nights you take a step back.
He doesn’t say anything though, instead he brushes the hair on your forehead, not even making contact with your skin.
You grab the bag from his hands, shivering instantly and hoping he doesn’t read the signs. They’re—they’re there, you know, you’re collecting them slowly, one after another, grabbing one and looking cautiously for the following one, hoping it’s not there. Hoping it doesn’t exist.
You exhale a sigh, disguising it as cough, a noise, something distracting Jimin from his silent staring, which is, funnily enough, loud and cacophonic.
“Hungry,” you state, the single word weighting more because of the soft pout on your lips. Jimin hates that he knows what it means, that it’s gonna be just the two of you this time, no chill whatsoever, no bodies touching and melting against each-other. He’s not complaining, what the fuck, he’s not an idiot. He’s not even mad, he’s just—accepting, on a level. This is the point of no return, he guesses, following you on the couch and admiring the laptop’s screen reflected on your face.
He doesn’t say anything when you search for Brooklyn 99 on Netflix, because he’d say everything, otherwise. He’d mumble something along the lines of this feels real, we could do this all the time, or, worst of all: I like this. I like you.
So, in order: he tugs at your sleeves and scoots you closer to him, and you say absolutely nothing at the gesture. He’s ecstatic on the inside, partially terrified, mostly delusional. He pretends he’s something more when you lean on him, the slightest pressure of your head on his shoulder. He cares zero fucks about the show when he’s breathing your scent in and feels how warm you are and shuts his eyelids down when he pictures you adoring him. Liking him. Liking him a whole lot more—
He’s fucked, he realises, hours later, when you doze off and he has to carry you to bed, something you claim of loathing, which—what on earth. It’s an unfathomable absurdity, that’s what it is.
“You can stay.”
His voice falters. “What?”
You cough, eyes closed as you speak sinful words: “The night, I mean. It’s fucking freezing outside.”
His lips form a small o, and it’s hot all of a sudden. “Alright,” he manages, staring at you on your bed, hands fidgety and heartbeat accelerated for some reason, “Make space for me. Hey, fucker. I’m serious. Let me in.”
You do.
(to be continued. ily)
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try and walk on water 6
You change twice, before ending up in the same leopard print shirt you’d meet Alex in. It had become a favorite of yours. You tuck it into a pair of rick owens leather leggings you’d gotten at the sale of a lifetime on a long layover in France before you ended up knocking around India for half a year.
There.
Wait-
“You look good,” Vi says, not moving a muscle from the couch she’d collapsed onto after a long shift at the hospital. You make her a pot of coffee.
“No-I mean, it doesn’t matter,” you tell her. “It’s not a date.”
“Not a crime to look cute when meeting a friend. In fact, I’d be pressed if you didn’t look cute when we go out for brunch. I literally can’t wait to get bottomless mimosas. Why’d I go to med school again?”
You shrug, “because you wanted free donuts from the doctors of tomorrow club and ended up actually liking it. But also your mom kept bringing up med and pharmacy school.”
“Asian parents man,” Vi complains.
Alex picks you up because no car and you hadn’t even mentioned that you were going to grab an uber when he’d offered. Still, you see him and say, “Sorry for making you drive all the way to Torrance.”
“It's no problem,” Alex smiles. “I like getting to hear music and thinking on a long drive.”
“Yeah, but you drove this way and now we’re going back the way you came. I feel bad.”
“Don’t,” he laughs, looking sleek in dark jeans, a vintage t shirt with an interesting logo, and a different leather jacket. “I don’t mind.”
“You’re full of it.” You tell him sliding into his car. “I googled you.”
“Did you now?” Alex arches a brow and you wish he wasn't wearing sunglasses so you could see his chocolate eyes.
“Yeah,” you laugh, “and then got overwhelmed by the results and closed the browser.”
Alex snorts. “That bad?”
“No! I mean its fine, comes along with the whole band thing but yeah its wild to think about,” you pause. “I-forget I said anything.”
“I like the honesty.”
“Bullshit. I freaked you out. Came on too strong?” You were a little worried. Calling him had been a drunk decision you still weren’t sure about. There was China, then some project in LA that needed brochures for investors and maybe something in Seattle that hadn't panned out yet.
But Alex travelled too.
Maybe you could make it work, if things went well.
“Not at all,” Alex grins sheepishly, “I loathe it more when people just stare and sneak pics instead of just asking.”
“I can see how that would be awful.” You hated getting posted on facebook by your parents, or tagged in some terrible image with a bible quote in neon letters.
Traffic is fine until you hit the city.
“See,” you tell him, “this is why I hate driving.”
“Is it worse than China?”
“Eh. No. Not really. There you have to watch out for cars and bicycles. Not to mention the air quality. As bad as the great london smog or LA in the 60s.” You admit. “I guess I just lack the patience for driving.”
“Its a great way to play some tunes.”
“Stuck in traffic?”
“Yeah,” Alex nods with a smile, “some albums were meant to be heard while high, some were meant to be heard while on a road trip. Road to nowhere while on the road to Vegas is a whole other experience.”
“Okay, yeah I can see the point. . .if someone else is driving.”
Alex laughs.
You like hearing him laugh, his eyes crinkling up, looking boyish in a sexy way that sort of made you want to kiss him.
LA parking is a small fortune, but the ramen is worth it. Alex preservers with a leather jacket even as you both have soup on a sunny LA day, which was 95 percent of LA days.
“Okay so it wasn’t insta hype,” you comment, then ask Alex, “unless you absolutely hate it?”
“No. It’s good.” He nods, “though the bowl’s larger than me head.”
“More hotpot than single serving.”
“What’s hot pot,” he asks.
“Like a family serving of soup. It’s a Vietnamese thing. My friend Vi’s family did it for thanksgiving one year. Way better than turkey.”
“I’m intrigued.” Alex leans back.
It's nice and laid back. It’s the middle of the day so you don’t feel pressured to make this super special and you already made a fool of yourself by asking him out at 3 in the morning.
“I didn’t wake you up or anything, when I called,” you cringe.
“No.” He laughs at your embarrassment, “I was recording. Starting to get the music down. Laid down some sexy basslines.”
“Speaking as a white stripes fan,” you clear your throat, “Is there any other kind of bassline?”
“They didn’t use bass but actually used the guitar to create basslines, though it is a type of guitar to begin with so it’s sort of a chicken and egg situation.” Alex goes on, clearly getting into the specs of musical production and writing.
“Okay,” you giggle, “you got me. I’m a fake fan. If you need photoshop or photorespiration, I’m your girl.”
“Hardly love,” he shakes his head, “I’m pretty sure the fans know the words and find more meaning in the music I create than I do after a while.”
“What, you don’t like your old stuff?”
“Not exactly, but it is a time and place and I move on. It’s like looking back on old pictures, you appreciate it, but it's not you anymore.” Alex explains, playing with the remaining noodles in his bowl. He was right, you were stuffed and it was still half full.
It made sense.
You’d seen those viral youtube videos of singers forgetting their own song lyrics.
“When I see an ad I designed I usually take a selfie and annoy my friends,” you admit. “It's still wild to me that something I made gets plastered in a magazine or on a website.”
“That’s adorable.”
You make a face, “ugh, please don’t make me feel like a five year old.”
“No,” Alex leans forward, “I think it’s bloody great that you’re proud of your work. I just, I dunno, get embarrassed by my lyrics or voice, not the music itself.”
“Ah, like robert pattinson who doesn’t watch his own movies.” You laugh, thinking yeah, it would be incredibly egotistical to listen to your own music a lot.
“Exactly like that.”
You pay for the food, “I insist.”
“No-” Alex argues.
“I invited you so-and you drove,” you protest.
“Does that mean you’ll drive next time,” he teases.
You shake your head, “can’t drive here from Xi’an.”
“You’re leaving already?”
You take the momentary distraction to pay. “Yeah. For the month at least. Then maybe LA again unless it falls through. I dunno. The freelance thing means I can really just spin the globe and throw a dart. Never been to Amsterdam before.”
“Never played China before,” Alex tells you. “What’s the country like?”
“European in that there’ll be ancient ruins next to a skyscraper, and ladies with food stands across from Mcdonalds. I definitely got culture shock my first time but each city is so-it’s cool to be there for a month though it's only scratching the surface. Chongqing is a favorite.”
“Can you speak any chinese?”
“Very badly,” you admit, flushing with embarrassment. “No matter where I go I feel like the dumb american that can like, ask for directions but only knows one language.”
“My mums a german teacher and I still only know english.”
“Okay,” you tell him as you cross the street to one of little tokyo’s shopping plazas, “that makes me feel better. I’m just bad with languages. That area of my brain just sucks.”
Alex laughs.
“I keep meaning to learn french since I go over a lot,” he tells you, “for skiing and paris but it’s still oui, s'il vous plaît, and combien.”
“I find pointing and smiling works in every language.”
He looks over at you with a grin that has your skin buzzing, “you do have a very sweet smile.”
“Sweet?”
“Like seeing the moon during the day,” he shrugs, which clarifies nothing but makes my toes scrunch up inside my shoe. Fuck, you could already feel yourself falling for him.
Alex moved with a gravitational pull, enticing you with his warm eyes and easy smiles.
You look away, suddenly wishing this was a much more sexy date that ended with Alex between your thighs but the thought gives you cold feet. If you were serious about him, you didn’t want to go at 1000 miles an hour.
“Oh,” you cry out in delight, spying your favorite form of coke in a shop window, “mexican cokes!” There was a reason they were better, you just never remembered what it was. “I love those!”
“The ones you get from a taqueria,” Alex asks.
“Yes. They’re great. The one true form of coca cola.” You laugh at yourself. “I sound ridic don’t I?”
“No. I can’t judge. I wrote about dandelion and burdock which you can’t find outside the midlands really.”
You raise a brow, puzzled, “is it any good?”
“I’m biased.” Alex runs a hand through his hair, mussing up his hairdo.
You wanted to be the one messing it up. Yeah, your mind was firmly in the gutter today. You couldn't help it. It was Alex. The getup was ridiculous, right out of a grease themed high school dance but his confidence pulled it off and his jawline spoke for itself. It worked. He looked good, and he knew it which only enhanced the effect.
“I got this crazy craving for mexican food,” you ramble as you go into the market, “in belgium I think it was, but I couldn’t find anything decent which was only worse. The tortillas were all spanish ones, not corn. It’s funny what you miss when you’re in another country. Or even another state. In-and-out has to set up shop in New York.”
Alex laughs, “don’t hate me, but it’s not that good.”
“Oh-” you cover your face with a hand, “you do know it's illegal in california to criticism in-and-out?”
“Stop taking the piss,” Alex snorts.
“It’s true. That’s what actually happened to me,” you grin, “got exiled for saying their fries are thin.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“Want a coke?”
Alex nods, “but I’m paying.”
“I’m offering you one!”
“None of that,” he wags his finger at you, “I’m paying and that’s that.”
You frown for a moment before bursting out in laughter. “Okay, okay. I won’t offend your masculinity.”
“What does that even mean,” he asks with a twinkle in his eyes. You’ve never seen a shade of brown so full of warmth, like honey stirred into a pot of tea.
“I don’t know,” you shrug, “sometimes I don’t even know what I’m saying. Feel free to tell me to shut up.”
“Well,” Alex leans forward, his breath tickling your skin, “now I’m curious to hear what else you come up with?”
He pays for the cokes and like some genetically passed on trait, eels returning to the sargasso sea, he opens the bottles with his keys.
You sit and watch people go by.
“Seriously,” you utter, “is that what they teach boys when they traumatize girls with the period talk in school.”
Alex doubles over laughing.
“I should've gone into stand up,” you muse, “or maybe I was a court jester in a past life?”
“You were the court jester,” Alex muses, “I was the musician with the harp making eyes at you as a bunch of toffs got pissed.”
“We’re onto something,” you agree, “we should pitch this to the BBC. Keira Knightley can play me.” She was too tall, but you had definitely had a thing for her after watching pride and prejudice. Having your soulmate be an asshole would be awful even if it worked out fine for Elizabeth Bennet.
“Cheers,” he clicks his glass against yours.
Your lipstick smears on the rim. You were surprised there was any lipstick left to be smeared. It usually didn’t survive something as messy as soup.
“You got a little something there,” Alex says, before leaning forward and wiping right under your bottom lip.
His hand on your skin feels electric. You meet his gaze and the air between you becomes charged.
“Lipstick,” you utter softly.
“Yeah.” He runs his thumb over the swell of your mouth deliberately, never breaking eye contact.
Feeling a bout of naughtiness, you part your lips, just a bit, enough for your tongue to wet his thumb the slightest amount, an unmistakable action.
Alex glances down at your mouth, the desire to kiss you written plainly on his features.
You pull away, still parsing out his intentions and your feelings.
You didn’t want this to be a one off thing. The magnitisism since you’d first met him: the way you clicked just right was special. You’re old enough to know that its rare to fit this easily with someone. You can count the people in your life you share this understanding with: your cousin Lea, Vi, and now Alex.
“Want to get mochi for the road,” you ask him, “its not a trip to little tokyo if you don’t get something at Fugetsu-Do.”
“Sure,” Alex pulls away, his eyes still raking over you in such a way that makes a shiver run down your back. “Speaking of things you have to do in LA,” he smirks full of mischief and the promise of more of what was building between you both, “you been out to Venice yet?”
“No,” you shake your head, getting up, “there's so much to do that I haven’t go down to the beach, any beach. Venice over Santa monica pier for sure. But Laguna knocks it out of the park.”
“I feel like that was a show.”
“Yeah, on MTV. I love a dumb reality tv show. It's practically modern day shakespeare.”
“Pfft, no way.”
You give him a look. “Shakespeare was low brow in his day. I might have sparknoted all his plays but I did remember that fun fact.”
You make it as far as the parking lot before the pressure implodes and you kiss Alex in his car. The gear stick digs into your side, but you hardly care when Alex has his hand cupping your cheek: his other hand trails down to the small of your back, the flesh there all gooseflesh. It’s been so long since you felt this good kissing someone. It was more than purely physical when Alex sucks on your bottom lip and your breath hitches and you feel his lips curve into a smile against your mouth.
You hardly know him, but you’re already all in.
It's the sound of his laugh and the way Alex rubs circles into the small of your back with his thumb and how he’d found your terrible running commentary funny. He’d spent lunch look at you even when his phone rang.
Fuck.
You clutch the soft leather of his jacket in your fingers as you get drawn further in, practically in his lap. You part your lips and run your tongue along the seam of his mouth, a toe curling throb of pleasure and self satisfaction going straight to your core when his groans into you.
It’s the way the sun is setting and his car is parked with a perfect view of the ocean gone ruby but Alex is too busy looking at your to care about the egg yolk star dipping below the horizon.
“You’d like Xi’an,” you say as an invitation.
“Oh yeah,” Alex utters softly, oriented towards you, his hand lazily stroking the side of your face with the back of his hand.
“Mhm.”
“I think you’re right.”
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okay im kinda greedy... can you do platonic and romantic for both txt and enhypen fjdj if not can you do platonic and romantic for enhypen fjdn sorry for being annoying hahah
1. my qualities: i would say extremely loyal like im a ride or die type of a person, always down to listen to your concerns or problems (even tho im shit at giving advices) also hard working and passionate
2. hobbies/ intrests : i love dancing ( was a dancer for 7 years fnfn) hanging out with my friends ( time and place doesnt matter as long as the company is good) and i love doing makeup at like 3am just to take it off 5 minutes later lmao
3. what i look for in a partner : someone who is my best friend but more? like someone i can be comfortable and chill with, someone who makes me laugh but also compliments me and makes me feel loved ( bonus points if they do any type of a skinship cause i want that but im too shy to initiate it) ( bonus bonus points if they are down to take cute pics together cause i love taking pictures and videos)
4. my goals: to be an english professor, to travel the world, to give back to my parents, be an independent *cough*and rich*cough* woman
5. ideal dates : late night drives and random unplanned adventures ( it can literally be a trip to the mc donalds)
6. weakness: i think im sensitive and take everything to heart, also im a perfectionist so that doesnt help either lmao also im shit at comforting people i just dont know what to do when someone cries in front of me and it hurt me cause i want to help everyone
7. strengths : as i previously mentioned loyal, down to do anything, always there for you, ready to have serious conversation about our future as well as talks about random conspiracy theories
i wrote so much i feel bad for making you read all of that and feel free to ignore my post if you get too many or just cant think of anyone for me hhah 💞💞
i match you with —
romantic
— he loves that he can trust you with your ride or die mentality. he definitely loves when you’re hard at work doing the things you love because he could sit there all day and admire you. 
— he doesn’t mind that your advice is bad sometimes. he just likes that you’re there to listen to his problems or his bad days. he always wants to know your opinion on anything, honestly.
— lol i can def relate to the makeup one he loves that you’re so down to earth and chill. it makes him feel like when he wants to spend time with you, he’s not bothering you in any way. when you’re doing your makeup at 3am he’d definitely call you and watch you do it or even talk to you while you do it. he knows “you look better without makeup” is kind of annoying, so instead he compliments you like “your eyeliner is really good” or “can i try that on you next time?”
— jake is also a very outgoing person so i think he’d really be your best friend too. he’s super down to earth and adventurous at times too. as for dates, sometimes he’d randomly call you in the middle of the night and tell you to get a jacket cause he’s already outside.
— jake would never want to push any boundaries, so if teasing is uncomfortable for you he definitely would not do it. he’d shower you with love and affection everyday, and insist on holding you will you’re doing mundane things like washing the dishes or standing in line.
— jake loves that you strive to become the boss bitch that you already are. if there’s any way he can help you, he’d do it. it’s important to him that his partner set goals in life, and he’s ecstatic that you’re so passionate about yours.
platonic
— sunoo is also another down to earth guy. he’d literally be up for anything.
— he also loves that you’re a great listener. he’s very talkative and knowing that you’re there and he’s not annoying you by talking makes him feel really special
— he’d definitely text you all the time asking you if you’ve eaten yet or that Jake was being mean to him
— sunoo would just be a great friend in general. he’d hang out with you when you wanted and do that thing where if you’re with a group of people you’d make eye contact across the room if someone you didn’t like was there and you’d literally be the same person.
runner up: (romantic) lee heeseung
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For the texting prompts, “challenge”
Beatrice Booth: Two hours and counting!
Lily Evans: Yeah, I’M AWARE, thank you.
Beatrice Booth: Just reminding you bb pip pip!
Lily Evans: Could you PLEASEJUST
Beatrice Booth: It’s for your own good
Lily Evans: You are asking me to make a major life change and instead of love and support I’m getting “pip pip!” and “two hours and counting!”
Beatrice Booth: LOL major life change ok ms drama
Lily Evans: I’m sorry, but in what universe does this NOT change things?
Beatrice Booth: You’re acting like things are going to change in a bad way
Lily Evans: They might.
Beatrice Booth: They won’t
Lily Evans: They MIGHT.
Beatrice Booth: OMG just get on with it ffs I’m growing a beard here waiting.
Lily Evans: I. Am. Doing. It. Now. Go. Away.
Beatrice Booth: LOL send screenshotsDo you have a plan?
Lily Evans: Sort of.
Beatrice Booth: What is it?
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Lily Evans: How am I even supposed to START and also who TEXTS someone to tell them how they feel about them in the first place that’s so impersonal and I HATE you, honestly????
James Potter: what?
Lily Evans: Oh, shit.I’m sorry, I typed this in the wrong conversation.It’s meant to be for Beatrice.
James Potter: that’s okay
Lily Evans: I’ll have to get back to you on how I somehow mistook your Whatsapp pic for hers.
James Potter: i don’t know what you’re talking about, beatrice looks exactly like a huge ginger cat wearing a male stripper’s bow tie
Lily Evans: What distinguishes it as a stripper’s bow tie and not just a bow tie?Is there a specific website where strippers buy their apparel?
James Potter: yeah it’s where i buy all of my tearaway trousersit’s a stripper’s bow tie because algernon is otherwise naked, obviously
Lily Evans: Obviously.So…can any piece of clothing can be stripper clothing if it’s the only thing you’re wearing?Which by default means you can wear stripper clothes when you’re not stripping?
James Potter: anything but crocs
Lily Evans: That’s fair.A naked person in crocs already has more problems than I’m ever likely to face in my lifetime.
James Potter: yeah but they’re getting terrific arch support
Lily Evans: What about shower caps?
James Potter: ANYTHING but crocs
Lily Evans: So you’d rather be in a strip club where the strippers were wearing a shower cap than one where the strippers wore crocs?
James Potter: i’d rather not be in any strip club, they’re depressing and full of creepslike whyeveryone knows why you’re therethe women don’t like youif you’re gonna be a sad pervert have the decency to keep that between you and your google search history
Lily Evans: What’s the last thing on your Google search history?
James Potter: “world’s largest lego store?”what’s yours?
Lily Evans: “How to tell the boy you like that you like him because your stupid best friend beat you in a year-long contest and forced you to do it as a forfeit?”Subheading: “She SAYS this is her idea of lockdown self-improvement but that’s bullshit, she’s just thirsty for drama”
James Potter: ahrightokay coolfirst text makes sense then hahawait, YEAR long????
Lily Evans: Yeah, look, it had a lot of different components and a whole escalating points system and it’s a whole thing, whatever, I’m never doing it again.Her victories were total flukes.Like, wow, you guessed the Eurovision winner, well done.I’m also pretty sure she was cheating with the steps counter but I don’t even want to get into that, honestly.
James Potter: mum gave me and sirius fitbits so she could make sure we took 10000 a day and sirius tricked her by putting his on his right wrist when he was wanking
Lily Evans: It’s weird that you know that.
James Potter: it’s weird that you don’t, he tells everyonedid you find anything?
Lily Evans: Where?
James Potter: in your google search?
Lily Evans: I found “100 Inspiring Quotes That Will Increase Your Confidence,” so no.
James Potter: inspiring quotes are like placebos except at no point do they have you fooledyou know they’re not gonna work
Lily Evans: Yeah, like it’s nice that some guy named Norman Vincent Peale wants me to believe in myself but that doesn’t suddenly mean that I do.
James Potter: you should believe in yourself, you’re brilliantbut you should also narrow your search parameters because that situation is way too specific
Lily Evans: I do believe in myself. Mostly.But like, not only do I have to tell this person that I have a crush on him, I have to do it to a bloody deadline.Nothing really prepares you for that, you can’t take romantic entanglements for your A Level.And apparently Google’s unfamiliar with the concept, so.
James Potter: it’s not remus, is it?tell me it’s not remus
Lily Evans: What?
James Potter: the person you fancy?i mean, not that i have any personal investment in the issue i just know he likes beatrice and wouldn’t want you to get hurt and that’s the tea
Lily Evans: ????????What makes you think it’s Remus?
James Potter: i dunno he justhe seems like the kind of person you’d like
Lily Evans: Me specifically?
James Potter: yeah
Lily Evans: Because?
James Potter: because he’s academic in a good way
Lily Evans: There’s a bad way to be academic?
James Potter: course there isremus is academic in the way that tries, not the way that fucks around and gets good marks by coasting on natural brilliance, which according to my mum can cultivate laziness and that’s why my chore list is so extensivehe’s funny in a dry wayhe’s not a dramatic idiothis hair is tidyhe probably understands mortgages
Lily Evans: You’re describing a male me and I don’t know why you think I’d want to date that.Also, I’m seventeen.Why would I need to understand mortgages?
James Potter: i hear it’s good to get on the property ladder early
Lily Evans: Do you WANT me to be into Remus?
James Potter: there’s no good answer to that question
Lily Evans: Because I’m not into Remus.You have a really skewed idea of what my type is.
James Potter: are you sure?
Lily Evans: Yeah, no, I’m pretty sure I haven’t mistaken him for the totally DIFFERENT person I fancy.
James Potter: i think he has an everyman quality that people find quite charmingit’s possible that you could have
Lily Potter: He’s not a Ditto, James. He can’t transform at will.
James Potter: though thinking about itwould be a bit weird if beatrice was pushing you to tell remus you liked himshe’s mentioned liking remus once or twice
Lily Evans: Once or twice a minute.I can’t believe you thought that “academic” and “understands mortgages” were my major qualifiers.Like, honestly it’s a bit offensive that you think I’m that stodgy.
James Potter: no it isn’t and i never said stodgyit was a commentary on how mature you are!and how you have sensible priorities!
Lily Evans: You say “mature” but you mean “stodgy.”
James Potter: that is not what i mean
Lily Evans: BRB digging out one of my nan’s cardigans and buying some thermal underwear and maybe taking up bridge as a hobby.Maybe I can book a spot on one of those OAP singles cruises and meet someone at a shuffleboard tournament?If I’m lucky he’ll have a full pension.
James Potter: i feel like i should inform you that plenty of old people are out there living wild livesi mean, not right now because of lockdown, but
Lily Evans: But apparently I’m not.
James Potter: what’s wrong with liking those things about a person??i like those things about youand about peopleplural
Lily Evans: NOTHING but they shouldn’t be THE thing.Like, it’s so mercenary. You’re saying I’d only want to date someone because they stand a good chance of making it in a decent career and being a good provider and not because they’re sweet or kind or funny.
James Potter: firstly, i mentioned that remus is funny and secondly that’s not what i meanti meant that you would want to date someone who was your intellectual equal so you would never feel that you weren’t smart enough for them or that they weren’t smart enough to stay on your level
Lily Evans: And that translates to “academic in a good way” how?
James Potter: okay what i just said was a) true and b) a straight up compliment and you’re just blowing right past it
Lily Evans: Maybe I am, but that still doesn’t explain how it translates.Like, since I’m assuming that you, THE smartest person I know, think you’re academic in a bad way, does that mean you think YOU’RE not on my level?Is that a conversation we need to have now?
James Potter: my middle name is oddjob
Lily Evans: Wait what??
James Potter: you’ve mistaken my compliment for an insult and you’re mad at me so i’m trying to distract youand just so you knowthis is my deepest darkest secretonly sirius and my parents know my middle name
Lily Evans: Wait, Oddjob like the Bond villain??????
James Potter: you are part of an elite group of people i’d trust with my life so please appreciate thatyes like the bond villain
Lily Evans: Were you a particularly complicated birth or something?Were your parents punishing you somehow?
James Potter: complicated pregnancymum was on bedrest for weeksshe was so bored that she watched all of the bond movies because they were the only films dad kept in the house and streaming wasn’t a thing back then, and that’s the story of why my name is james instead of sebastian
Lily Evans: James Oddjob.
James Potter: james oddjob
Lily Evans: They were going to call you Sebastian?
James Potter: mum’s choiceshe thought it was debonair and rakish
Lily Evans: I’m…really disproportionately thrilled that they didn’t go with Sebastian.
James Potter: because i’m not rakish or debonair enough?
Lily Evans: No, because you’re such a James.
James Potter: what qualifies a person to be “such a james?”
Lily Evans: I dunno.It’s just you, isn’t it? Your personality. You’re a James.
James Potter: there are loads of other people with that name, you know
Lily Evans: Yeah, and every time I speak to one I’m like, who is this clown and why is he using a name that doesn’t belong to him?
James Potter: lol
Lily Evans: #NotMyJames
James Potter: oh, so i’m YOUR james now?
Lily Evans: You know what I mean.
James Potter: no i don’t, please explain yourselfdid you call dibs?sirius will be pissed
Lily Evans: Do you want me to get mad at you again?
James Potter: were you ever really mad to begin with?
Lily Evans: SIGH. No.
James Potter: can’t believe you typed out a sigh
Lily Evans: I’m just stressed.I have…just over an hour? To tell this guy I like him.And Beatrice is demanding screenshots as proof.
James Potter: why is she even making you do this?
Lily Evans: She says that he likes me too and we’re just wasting time that could otherwise be spent swiping our v-cards in a slow march towards death, and that in the event that he doesn’t, we won’t be able to see each other for weeks anyway so I can avoid any awkward encounters.It’s a compelling argument, must admit.Assuming he hasn’t already…swiped?I haven’t swiped.Have you swiped?I’m talking about sex, by the way.
James Potter: yeah, i got that i’m not twelveno i have not swipedbut you want to?with this person who also likes you and would therefore also want to?
Lily Evans: Only according to Beatrice. He probably doesn’t.And I mean, not immediately. Not like, right now. But eventually, yeah.
James Potter: brb my mum’s calling me from downstairs
*
James Potter: pls come home from supermarket mum D: D: D: D:
Euphemia Potter: What’s wrong darling?
James Potter: i am dying
Euphemia Potter: What?
James Potter: i am in severe pain
Euphemia Potter: Where is the pain?
James Potter: in my emotions
Euphemia Potter: For goodness’ sake, James!Sending me a message like that during an international crisis!I thought you were seriously ill!
James Potter: heartbreak IS a serious afflictioni’ve just found out that lily has a crush on someone!!!??? and i am?? dying????
Euphemia Potter: Who does she have a crush on?
James Potter: i don’t know, she hasn’t said his name
Euphemia Potter: You tortoise, she obviously has a crush on you.
James Potter: you are biased in my favour because you are the woman who birthed me
Euphemia: Right now I am anything but biased in your favour.As punishment for subjecting your mother to needless worry, you can give the oven a good cleaning before I get home.That will cure you of your “affliction.”And remember to charge Diablo.
James Potter: you show that roomba more respect than you’ve ever shown me!
Euphemia Potter: Well at least the Roomba is useful.
James Potter: OUCH
*
James Potter: backturns out my mum just needed to insult me deeply
Lily Evans: Hey.
James Potter: still stressed out?
Lily Evans: Unbelievably.
James Potter: you know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, yeah?
Lily Evans: No, I do.I promised her I’d do it.And I want to tell him.Sort of.I do sometimes think he might like me back.He says things sometimes, you know? And he looks at me in a certain way and I just, idk.It’s just, how do I even broach that in a text message?
James Potter: i have no idea
Lily Evans: Like, just come out and say it?
James Potter: honestly evans, don’t think i’m the right person to asklike, reallynot the right personreally really REALLY not the person to ask about this
Lily Evans: But you must have an opinion?
James Potter: i have no opinions on anything everexcept crocs on strippers but disregard thatyou know what you should do? ask remushe’s wise like a wolf
Lily Evans: Since when are wolves known for their wisdom?
James Potter: owls thenhe could probably make helpful suggestions
Lily Evans: I like you.
James Potter: yeah, go with that, whatever works
Lily Evans: James
James Potter: what?
Lily Evans: I literally just…my GOD, Potter.
James Potter: what?
Lily Evans: Nothing.
James Potter: what????
Lily Evans: Nothing, honestly, it’s fine.I’ll tell you to your face when I next see you.
James Potter: tell me what?tell me what????wait nolilydo youwas that about me?tell me what?????lilylilyLILYTELL ME WHAT?
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