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b4tasquad · 9 months

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omg you should do a niko fic where they meet during a video and he couldn’t stop flirting , which confused everyone since he doesn’t do it much in videos

Authors note: a small one til I finally find the time to write something between spending time with my family on vacay🤷‍♀️😪

Warnings: cussing ig

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“Ladies first.” Once again the guys are left shocked as Niko continued to treat you like you were a saint, unfairly put in a room with immature adults. Chunkz and Aj looked baffled at each other as the taller boy puts his hand around the back of your seat, and leans closer to whisper something in your ear. In their many years of knowing and working with Niko, they had never witnessed him be so… flirty.

When you had initially been invited to a beta squad video, you were thrilled. Not only did you love their group dynamic, but you were also a really big fan of their content. You weren’t unknown, if your millions of followers had a say in it, but being recognized and asked to collab by some of the biggest people on the internet was humbling.

While you were often calm, collected and could socialize very easily, today was a little different. In a room of all very famous men, there was no such thing as arriving relaxed. You were terrified, akin a little girl starting a new school. Upon meeting them though, your worry was quickly washed away. They were incredibly nice while introducing themselves and had a comforting thing about them that instantly made you feel better.

The video you were filming was for one of their most known series and today it was ‘Guess the Influencer’ seeing as you were an influencer, guessing who had the same lifestyle as you wouldn’t be too hard. Or you had thought.

Niko watched with a teasing smile as you wondered who to vote out. To begin with, Aj who was sitting on the other side of the table was supposed to vote someone out, but as he got ready, Niko interrupted him.

“Y/n should go first.” When Aj threw him a look of both disbelief and spite, Niko continued, and you guessed it was to redeem himself. “Since she’s a guest and all.”

Aj hadn’t looked too thrilled, but just shrugged, ultimately not putting up a fight like he usually would. But now, as everyone awaited an answer, you wished he’d gone before you.

“Fuck I don’t know who to pick.” At your words, all of them let out a laugh, Kenny’s obviously being the loudest. “Shit.”

Like little school boys, the guys continue to giggle over your choice of words. Hearing you cuss shouldn’t have had them this appalled, it had become kind of like your trademark in the industry after all, but seeing it live made it all the more funnier. Niko who still chose to stay close to you, leaned even closer to you.

You kinda figured that he was flirting with you along the way. If his gaze and words didn’t make it clear, his urge to stay close to you did. First, you had tried to be professional, but as his efforts became more frequent you couldn’t help but submerge yourself in the feeling of being wanted. You weren’t dumb enough to pass up an opportunity to flirt with Niko Omilana of all people.

“I’m voting contestant 2” If the guys heard him, Niko knew they’d never let him live it down. One thing was flirting with someone, but being so blinded by desire to cheat was something he’d never hear the end of. So with that knowledge, the Omilana made sure they couldn’t hear.

To them, it just looked like he was saying more flirty things. “Niko stop distracting, Y/n.”

Chunkz took a hold of Niko’s neck, pulling him back to sit straight. With a grin, he let himself be pulled, hands raising in surrender as a little chuckle escaped his mouth. “My bad.” He didn’t hold any remorse at all.

His stare was hot on you as they all waited for an answer. From the contestants to the beta squad, everyone was eager to get to the voting part, and were waiting for you to start.

What had possessed you to say it, you didn’t know. But as you looked at Niko after your words left your lips, his smirk and cocky expression showed everything his mouth didn’t tell.

“I vote contestant 2.”

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lizzie-is-here · 7 months

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cowboy like me

“now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon” - t.s.

summary: stark parties aren’t your favorite thing, but one fateful night, bucky barnes changes it all

wordcount: <1k (tiny bby)

warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol

a/n: hey everyone! i’m still busy with college, but i have so many little ideas that i had to come back. starting with my favorite song, ofc these one shots aren’t really connected to each other, but i hope you enjoy anyway! love you all! 🫶

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‘You asked me to dance, but I said, ‘Dancing is a dangerous game’.’

You hate Stark parties. It’s not that you don’t enjoy being with your friends, but god, you loathe nothing more than diplomacy.

The fake smiles and fake laughter turn your stomach. Maybe it’s your inner lie detector from years in Hydra, maybe it’s just your hatred of all rooms with too many people.

Your eyes flit around the room. You’re subconsciously checking for escape routes (the elevator), allies (your friends), enemies (a politician with a snooty look and a bald patch, among others).

“Not your scene either, huh?”

You blink back to reality at the familiar voice. The only person who can creep up on you like that is Bucky.

“Not particularly,” you chuckle, sipping your drink. Apple juice with a maraschino cherry and ice to make it seem alcoholic. “It’s just… overwhelming.”

You’ve been with the Avengers for a few months now, but these parties still unnerve you.

“I get that. It gets easier,” he says. You cast him a glance. Black dress shirt, dark jeans. He looks nice, but you don’t say that.

A couple drunk diplomats stumble over to the bar, invading your personal space as they demand more drinks.

Wringing your hands, you exhale heavily and scoot away from them. They reek of cigarette smoke and booze.

Watching you grow more nervous, Bucky decides to risk his comfort zone. I mean, it’s just to distract you, nothing more, right?

“Wanna dance?”

Taken aback by the request, it takes you a moment to respond. “Uh, nothing against you, but I’m not very good at that. I’ll probably step on your feet.”

“I’m a super soldier, I think I can take it.”

You can’t argue with that. So, with a slight hesitation, you take his hand as he guides you out of the dark and to the crowded dance floor.

He twirls you effortlessly, moving on instinct as you chuckle.

“Where’d you learn to dance so well?” you joke.

He shrugs, swaying. “I’ve got a few tricks from back then.”

Back then. Before Hydra.

“Got any tricks to stop these people from being so damn invasive?” He suppresses a laugh at your question, shaking his head.

“I don’t think anything can stop that.” He pauses for a second before grinning and leaning in conspiratorially. “I just glare at them. It’s what they want to see from us, anyway. What they expect.”

You smirk. “‘Us’?”

“Yeah. You’re like me, y’know? Gotta stick together,” he says. His eyes twinkle in the dim lights, deep blues that don’t look as sad as usual.

Bucky’s hand gently falls to rest on your waist, and when you look up to meet his gaze, both of you go quiet.

There’s no denying the tension. What started as a well-meaning effort to distract you from the crowd has worked too well. And now nothing matters but the two of you.

You sway closer, passing it off as part of the dance as your eyes search the room.

“You do remember I’m pretty damn fucked up, right? I’ve got plenty to be guilty for.” The self-loathing words taste sour. But it’s true. You and Bucky have both done horrible things under Hydra.

Unlike you, however, Bucky had a trial. Bucky was deemed not guilty and Bucky has Steve to defend him. It’s not like the team doesn’t stand up for you -they’re very good at it, in fact- but it’s not quite the same.

And your history especially leaves the influential guests and old men at parties such as these whispering harsh words behind champagne flutes.

You subtly nod to a small group of tittering women, a few of which you recognize as wives of politicians. They gasp as they spot you; one even grabs her phone to film you.

“That’s what comes with me,” you whisper. “More whispering and more staring.”

“I’m a pariah here.”

The hand on your waist offers a reassuring squeeze, and Bucky gently guides your face back from where you can’t seem to look him in the eye. He smiles, dazzling and perfect, and leans in.

“Takes one to know one.”

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‘Now you hang from my lips, like the Gardens of Babylon. With your boots beneath my bed, forever is the sweetest con.’

You stir from your sleep, blinking slowly in the golden light of early morning.

That dream… You hadn’t dreamt about that night in months. You always enjoy it when you do, though.

“Doll? Are you up?”

You roll over at the sound of Bucky’s groggy voice, lazily tugging your comforter higher. As he pulls you in close, he traces circles on your shoulder, humming quietly. You shiver at the chill from the gold band on his finger. He quietly chuckles and holds you tighter.

“Yeah, just had a dream,” you mumble.

He blinks, a little more awake but not quite.

“Was it bad? Are you okay?”

You shake your head. “No, not bad. It was about the night we got together.”

“Yeah?” He smiles. “God, that seems like forever ago and yesterday all at once.”

You grin against his lips when he pulls you in. The two of you part for air, in no particular hurry to get up.

“Forever, huh?” you tease, feigning hurt. You drape a dramatic hand across your forehead, miming taking a knife to the heart. “Ouch, baby.”

He huffs in mock annoyance and rolls his eyes.

“I never said forever was a bad thing,” he whispers, eyes staring right into your soul.

“You’re all I want, doll.”

‘I’m never gonna love again.’

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sacredjake · 8 months

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Teach Me

pairing: Professor!Sam x 21+ College Student Reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: drinking, cussing. not much this chapter. let me know if i missed anything!

here we are! part one of Teach Me, my first series!! huge thank you to @malany-gvf as always for reading through this and letting me bounce ideas off of her, i love you lots <3. i hope y’all enjoy this :))

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This was it, your last year of undergrad. You have been majoring in Plant Biology at the University of Michigan for the last three years, and tomorrow was the start of your last year. You’ve been enjoying college, but you couldn’t wait to be done with school and actually move on to your desired career field.

Seeing as this was your last year, all students in the major were required to pick an elective with a lab. When you looked over the list before meeting with your advisor you knew immediately which elective you wanted to take.

Forest Ecosystems.

While you already knew about this course from your brother, Sebastian, who was the teaching assistant for the professor who oversaw the class, it jumped out at you because it encapsulated more than just plants. Plants were your main focus, but you were always looking to expand your knowledge. You also took this specific class with Professor Buckley because you had loose connections with the grad student who taught the lab. His older twin brothers were good friends with your brother, and although you never met him, you knew of him. He generally hung around with the twins and Sebastian, and from what you had heard, he was a good guy. Of course you were hoping that maybe in taking his class it would be an easier grade to make, allowing your focus to be on your core subjects. But worrying about classes can start tomorrow.

Now was the time for drinking.

You were currently at one of the local bars in the small town your school resided in. Although it was a Sunday night, every bar on the strip was packed with students who were either hammered or getting there, and trying to enjoy their last night of full freedom. You and your three roommates were no different amongst your peers. Each of you had been fairly buzzed before even making the short walk from your house to the first stop of the night.

There was always a routine when the four of you went out to the bars. It was the same rotation of bars every time and it never changed. You would start the night at one of the bars that was fairly calm, but still had your ears feeling full by the time you left. By the end of the night you were on a dance floor, shoulder to shoulder with random people, jam packed tight like sardines in a can.

It was the point in the night where your group would visit the bar with the large outdoor space. This particular bar was always in the middle of the rotation just because it allowed everyone to breathe and actually talk. The music outside this bar was never particularly loud like the music at the other places. You could always have a moment here to drink water, along with whatever the poison of the night was, and enjoy conversations with your roommates.

“I’ll grab this round, meet y’all at the table?” You took your I.D. from the bouncer and walked further into the building, where your roommates stopped and waited for you.

“Yeah, for sure. I’ll take a tequila soda please!” Chloe always ordered tequila sodas from this bar in particular. She claimed you actually got ‘bang for your buck’ as they always over-poured. You knew better than that though. The bartender had a major crush on Chloe and always gave her a little extra.

“You know what I want, I’m gonna hit the can. I have to piss like a racehorse.” Sadie walked away before you could say anything else. She wasn’t wrong though, you did know what she wanted. Her drink of choice here was a Budweiser, but specifically the bottle. Sadie was a country girl through and through, and she had the accent as well as the ‘to hell with you’ attitude to match. She was a sweet girl, and one of your closest friends, but she was definitely a firecracker.

“I’ll take a vodka redbull and I’ll go grab the waters.” Macie, who you were closest with, spoke up beside you over the loud music. Her drink of choice always changed depending on her mood. Vodka redbull was her go-to when she was on the tail end of her buzz and needed a pick-me-up. To be fair she had driven back in today from her home state, so it was expected of her to be tired.

“Alright see y’all in a few.” With that you headed to the bar, Macie went to the end of the bar where the jug of water and stack of cups sat, and Chloe made her way outside to snag your table.

There were people everywhere. You almost couldn’t see the bar top, but this was to be expected. It was also the reason why only one of you would go to buy everyone’s drinks. Weaving your way in and out of people was much easier when there is only one of you, and usually people didn’t mind letting you cut if they just saw one person. Unfortunately for them they didn’t realize you were ordering more than two drinks until it was too late.

You began moving your body in and out of the swarm of people surrounding the bar. You were looking for people who weren’t paying much attention, and men. Men always had a soft spot for a single female struggling to make her way up to the bartender. And boy did you use it to your advantage.

Just as you always did, you found your target. A group of guys were standing around and chatting away while they waited at the bar. It was time to worm your way in there.

“Hi, excuse me, would it be alright if I stood next to you? I’ve been trying to get up here for ages, but I can’t get through!” You lied right through the pleading look on your face. Luckily for you, this group of guys were already well into their night of drinking.

“Oh yeah! Sure thing! Hey, Dustin, move the fuck down so the lady can get in here!” The guy slurred over to his friend. If he hadn’t been leaning up against the bar he definitely would’ve been swaying.

A moment later an opening appeared along the sticky, wooden top. You squeezed your body into the space and leaned your weight against it on your forearms.

“So what’re you drinking?” The man next you slurred out again, the smell of beer pungent on his breath. It took everything in you not to gag.

“Oh I’m not,” You smiled at him, pushing down the urge to vomit on his shoes due to the distillery wafting from his mouth, “I’m just grabbing my boyfriend another drink!”

Another lie. You were definitely single, but you didn’t want him to know that. The word ‘boyfriend’ usually made guys back off, especially at the bar.

The guy just muttered a ‘Damn’ under his breath and wished you a goodnight. You thanked him for the bar space and did the same. Returning your attention back to the bar, you waited for a bartender to meet your eye so you could order. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long before a bartender wandered up to you and you placed your order.

“Lying isn’t always the best way to get what you want, ya know? It’s deceiving.” The voice of a man came from your left, and you turned your head to meet the man who spoke. You looked him over, struck by how beautiful he was.

“Well I think it turned out quite well in my favor. As for it being deceiving, isn’t that the whole point of a lie? Besides, how would you know I was lying?” Your lips pulled upwards into a crooked grin, amusement in your eyes.

He was fairly tall, about 5’10, with long chocolate brown hair pulled into a loose bun, and a thick, but short, goatee. His eyes were also brown, but were layered with different shades and they turned downwards in a way that almost made him look sad had he not been smiling.

“It indeed turned out well in your favor, it landed you next to me.” His eyebrows shot up in a playful way, his smile expanding. As you went to respond, the bartender placed the drinks you ordered in front of you along with your receipt and a pen. You grabbed the pen and signed the thin, and now wet, paper.

“And to answer your other question,” You turned back to him as he spoke and you set the pen on top of the receipt and slid it to the bartender, “Maybe you caught my eye the moment you walked in with your friends.”

You gathered the drinks in your hand as best you could and met his eyes once more. “Well then, allow me to catch your eye again as I walk away.”

You shot him a wink with a wide smile before walking outside to join your group. Just before you made it around the corner you glanced back at him. You were not surprised to find his eyes tracking you through the sea of bodies. He raised his beer to you and dipped his head down slightly, smirking before taking a sip. You nodded back to him, and disappeared around the corner.

When you made it to the table to join the rest of the girls, you didn’t bother mentioning the interaction. They would only force you to go back and talk to him, try and get his number or hook up with him for the night. Not that you were necessarily opposed to any of those, but tonight was solely about you and your girls. You wanted to keep it that way.

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The night finally came to an end at 2am in which every bar closed down on the strip. Sadie led the way out the door, fighting the crowd of people with your hand in hers. Macie was holding your left hand, and Chloe was holding Macie’s left hand at the back of the group. When the group had made it outside, you all started to walk in the direction of your house. It was about a fifteen minute walk, so instead of paying for an Uber the four of you always just walked to and from the bars.

On the walk back you thought about how you hadn’t seen the beautiful man from that one bar the rest of the night. You wondered if maybe that was the only one he went to, or maybe the two of you just never crossed paths again at the others. Pity. He was very attractive, and you kind of kicked yourself for not at least getting his number.

“I didn’t tell y’all this, but I met a guy tonight while I was buying our drinks at Murphy’s earlier.” You and Macie were still holding hands, your arms swinging back and forth between your bodies as you walked.

“Oh? Do tell.” Chloe, who was in front of you, turned around to face you, walking backwards. Sadie continued to walk straight ahead next to her, but chimed in as well.

“Ooooo yes, please share.”

“I walked up to a group of drunk guys and asked if I could stand next to them at the bar because I had been waiting forever, which of course was a lie. After they made room the guy I had talked to asked what I was drinking, and I lied and said I was grabbing my boyfriend another drink, and he left me alone.”

“That’s it?” Macie turned her head to look at you, your arms still swinging.

“No.” You laughed at her impatience, shaking your head slightly. You told them about your short conversation with the man and before any of you knew it, the four of you had arrived home. Sadie took out her keys and unlocked the door, leading the way inside.

“So was he cute?” Macie continued to follow you up the stairs to your room. You knew she would want more information.

“Yeah he was cute. He was also just very like… I don’t know, pretty?”

“Pretty?” She plopped down on your bed while you made your way into your bathroom for makeup wipes.

“Yeah. Like he was attractive of course, but I’ve never seen a man so beautiful.”

You took your makeup off and washed your face while you and Macie switched subjects and chatted about your schedules for tomorrow. Macie was an Animal Science major taking the pre-vet route meaning neither of you had any classes together, and between the two of you, her last year was busier than yours.

“My first class is at 10:30 and I’m out at 4 on Mondays, but Wednesdays I have a lab that goes until 6.” She was now standing in your doorway leaning up against the wooden frame as she caught you up on her class schedule.

“That’s not entirely awful. I go in at 10 on Mondays and Wednesdays and I’m done at 3. However, on Tuesdays and Thursdays I go in at 9 for my elective course, but thankfully the lab is immediately after.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not half bad either.”

The two of you didn’t talk much longer, the clock nearing 3am. She bid you goodnight and shut your bedroom door while you rummaged through your drawers for comfier clothes to wear. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were out.

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Your first day of classes went well which you expected. Of course every professor that day began their lessons after going over the syllabus, which you also expected. This was a commonality among professors once you started your junior year as they had ‘so much material to get through before the end of the year.’ You didn’t mind though. Getting right to course work helped put you in the mindset you needed to focus. Slacking off early was always your biggest challenge.

On Tuesday you made your way to your only class for the day. Forest Ecosystems, the elective you had chosen. While you did have a lab after the course you considered them to be one long class.

You knew of a few people in your class, but you generally weren’t one to make friends with your classmates per se. Sure you had worked on group projects and assignments with most of them by this point, but you never hung out with any of them outside of class. You were glad to see that one girl you’ve been partnered up with multiple times was in this class and you decided to take the empty seat next to her.

“Hey Jamie, I didn’t know you were taking this course. Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh y/n hey! Yeah go ahead, it's all yours. I figured it could be a fun one to take. I’m glad to see a familiar face here, at least I know who to partner with if we have a group project or something.”

You took the seat beside her and set your backpack on the floor underneath the table. While you waited for the class to start, you and Jamie talked about your classes this semester and plans for after graduation. The two of you were in deep conversation about internships and whatnot when the professor finally walked in to greet the class.

“Good morning everyone, glad to see most of you showed up.” Your head snapped to the front of the room at the sound of his voice. Even without the noise of loud music to accompany it you knew instantly who the voice belonged to. Your eyes landed on the beautiful man from the bar standing at the front of the small lecture room as he greeted the class.

“As many of you can probably tell, I am not Professor Buckley. She is currently on maternity leave as she had her baby just a few days ago, and unfortunately, you are stuck with me this semester.” He was energetic and smiling, just the way he had been at the bar that night.

“I am Sam Kiszka, Professor Buckley’s Grad Student, but you can call me Sam… or Mr. Kiszka, whichever you prefer. I’ll be teaching this course and the lab portion for the semester. Professor Buckley will be joining us at the end of the semester closer to finals.”

You were hung on his every word, his every move as if anything he did was the most interesting thing you had ever witnessed. His eyes hadn’t grazed across you sitting there just yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time before they did.

“There is another professor who teaches this course, so if I am unavailable for whatever reason, or my office hours do not work with your schedule, please go see Dr. Rhone or his grad student, Sebastian. Their office hours, emails, and office locations are provided for you on the syllabus as are mine. Now,” He clapped his hands together as he walked around the desk in the center of the floor, “Attendance for this class is mandatory, yeah I know it sucks, I promise it wasn’t my decision, but it is something I have to do, so let’s move on to that.”

Sam began to read off the list of names, waiting for a response from each person before moving on. He made sure to take notice of each student when they responded, committing the name to memory. He made his way down the list until he called your name.

“Here.” You raised your hand slightly to better grab his attention. When his eyes found you, his smile grew just a fraction wider. He checked off your name, but paused before calling the next student.

“Y/n is it? Any relation to Dr. Rhone’s TA Sebastian?”

“Um yes, actually, he’s my brother.”

“You don’t say. Well glad to have you here, y/n.” He smiled softly at you, his eyes sparkling, and then continued to read off the list of names.

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The rest of class and the lab went on without a hitch. Except maybe that you couldn’t stop eye-fucking your professor. You spent most of the time daydreaming about him, unable to push the intruding thoughts from your mind. By the end of the lab you were itching to get the hell out there as everything Sam did drove you completely mad.

“Alright, that’s all for today guys, see you Thursday.” Sam concluded the class and tucked his papers away into their folders on his desk. You shoved your notebook and pen into your backpack as quickly as possible, needing to get far away from him.

“Y/n, come see me before you leave please.” His eyes flicked to you and watched as you hurried to pack up. Your heart rate started to pick up, fluttering furiously in your chest. While the other students made their way up the stairs to exit the room, you descended past them.

Sam was still compiling all of his notes and paperwork for the class when you approached his desk. He looked up at you, and then around the room to make sure everyone had left, leaning his weight on his hands that rested on top of the wooden desk.

“I wanted to clear the air with you before we continue on with the semester.” You nodded your head, showing him that he had your attention. “Had I known that you were Sebastian’s little sister or that you were going to be my student I would have never hit on you at the bar. This relationship must be strictly professional.”

You knew he was right. Nothing could ever happen between the two of you while he was your teacher. That didn’t make hearing it sting any less.

“I know, I understand.”

“Do you?” He gave you a questioning look, looking between your eyes, “Because the way you were undressing me with your eyes the entire class says otherwise.” A cocky smirk stretched onto his face as your cheeks flamed, heat creeping up your neck. While you were embarrassed that he noticed, you weren’t about to let him know.

“I was not undress-”

“Oh but you were, and while in any other situation I would’ve welcomed or even encouraged it, but it can’t continue to happen. Not only is it highly inappropriate for anything to occur between us, and it could cost me my job, but your brother would kill me,” He leaned forward leaving minimal distance between the two of you over the desk, “And when you look at me like that I can’t find either of those good enough reasons to not do something about it.”

Nothing could hide the shocked expression on your face. It was not shocking that he was attracted to you, you knew that from the bar, but it was shocking to you that he seemed to be struggling to hold himself back. It was shocking that you were the one testing his limits. And that was incredibly hot. You couldn’t deny the way his words had seeped warmth throughout your core.

Before you had the chance to say anything else, students began to trickle in for the next class. He stood up and cross his arms over his chest. It was your turn to wear a smirk as you waved your fingers at him in goodbye.

“See you Thursday, Mr. Kiszka.” His name rolled off your tongue dripping in sweet, yet smug, desire.

You didn’t turn around to look at him as you left, but instead made sure to swish your hips a little extra as you climbed the stairs.

Was trying to sleep with your professor something you should actively be trying to do? No definitely not, but you couldn’t ignore the way you wanted him. Maybe if you just got it out of your system once then you’d be able to focus clearly the rest of the semester.

Or you would just be hooked and need more of him.

There was only one way to find out, and you were up for a little challenge.

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brainyrot · 14 days

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Hey. I like the way you write.

LMAOJDIS

Chaos everywhere, wood flying and breaking, bullets made of who knows what, ink and death.

it felt like a war was playing in front of him, which he couldn't tell if it was entertaining or scary, not scary because the scene was too much for him, but scary because he was in the middle of it.

he wanted to make a run for it, but didn't make it. Didn't work. Too many things happening right now.

Ink falling down from his forehead, stress.

He just needs to wait until things calm down a bit, or too many people die until it's enough and the massacre stops.

he's almost glad he's in the middle of this and witnessing it, as he can learn new things from the new guests and adapt.

the two dishes have a long reach weapon, yes, fingers but they shoot bullets and a variety of it.

Could break their hands all together.

The cat is mostly relying on the bag and physical fight, the bag gives him everything apparently. Tricky and just needs to see if that bag can even be damaged.

the girl uses some kind of spells. She is fragile so she hopes those small and quick spells she can do without messing up are enough,

Meaning she is the easiest one.

on the other hand we have what used to be people dragging themselves around, hungry. Mad. In both senses.

And he's still stuck like this.

But after what felt like an eternity the fire stops, the screams and moans of pain stop, the ink slowly melting and dripping from whatever surface it's on.

blood is mixed with ink, minor injuries, maybe some are more severe.

The guests are covered in ink, some were close to be consumed by it completely.

They work the same as the rest. They are all victims of the same rules. they are just smarter and sane enough to actually try and survive instead of throwing yourself into some suicidal mission and wait to come back, again, and die, again, and come back, over and over, losing yourself the more it happens.

Sammy on the floor, obviously alive, just not able to fight anymore. that guy is hard to beat, he can tell you by experience. Some firey bullets won't do much.

Hopefully won't start a fire, they already have enough problems as it is.

a cough, multiple coughs. A whole coughing fit that sounded like someone just got out from the dark puddles, they all do it anyway, they all need to breathe still apparently.

Or it just sounds like someone whose lungs are merely an accessory instead of functional now.

the second one fits better.

"You okay, bro?" the one with the scarf as long as Alice angel's hair, even more, asks. Placing a hand behind the other's back and rubbing it.

"I-im good. I'm good." and a few curses.

What a nitwit. you're not fine. Why does he keep lying about that? Does he think he's cool or a hero if he does that?

What a joke.

"Where's bendy?" here, but he doesn't wanna be.

"Under a table, he's fine.." taking a few breaths in, glancing at the demon..kind of suspiciously but it was just a glance, the feeling went away almost immediately.

"Who even were they?" She asked. Tired. She didn't even move, why is she tired? All the work was from the rest of the group and her silly spells.

"I don't know, tree princess. Some weirdos."

"covered in ink.."

"Some didn't even look like a person though! They.. it's like they were made of ink!" they say the truth, yet they keep denying it once they say the rest of the words.

"Yeah. this place is dangerous. We need to go." a joy in this torment of a studio?

"But boris-"

"SCREW BORIS! We can't even save him anymore! He's cussing dead! I saw him cut open earlier! There's no one else to save! There's nothing to save him! So let's just get bendy out from under the table and go!" the tallest cup shouted. Ouch. and he snapped as well.

Amusing at best, but honestly, he doesn't care.

"..what?"

"Bori- you...you knew? You knew?! You knew Boris was here- and- and you didn't say anything until now?! You- y- Boris is dead and- and-"

"I couldn't do anything about it! he was already like this when I found him!"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER! Boris is-you could've-! I-" Tears and a mix of emotions that can't be fully described.

Tears from a girl, ugly crying without any shame. She doesn't have time for that, as she's busy crying over a stranger with the face of someone she knew.

silence, grieving silence.

"...bendy, look. I-..I wanted to tell you, but-" finally, the one who broke this news to everyone spoke, voice so soft and empathetic it was weird seeing him talk like that.

but he wasn't talking to no one anyway, there was no one there.

"...bendy?"

#anygays!!!!#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #batim #batdr #batim fanfiction #answer #answers

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slocumjoe · 9 months

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Do you have any grab-bag headcanons for the companions? (SFW or NSFW, whatever you're in teh mood for!)

COMPANION HEADCANON SAMPLE PLATTER PART 4 I THINK??

Cait; Actually pretty mellow as a person, like, down to her bones, she's...not quite laid back, but she isn't as hotheaded or firey as people think. Trauma and addiction will give you that reputation, though. Once she's off the chems, eased up on the booze, and gotten herself to a healthier place all around, Cait is more like your friend's older, alternative sister in college who buys you Pizza Hut for your sleepovers, than a loudmouth riot girl. It surprises Cait, too. She's got her own way of looking out for people, but once she's got your back, you know it.

Codsworth; functions as a stand-in secretary for the mayor of Sanctuary that is the Sole Survivor. Most people report or complain to him, if not Sturges or Preston. He has a better, less fallible memory, and has a knack for managing things on his own. Sure, sometimes "managing things on his own" means getting a group to fix the water system, sometimes it means personally torching a band of raiders scoping out the outskirts of town. He gets things done. Keeps meticulous record of anything he's told and anything he does "on the clock."

Curie; absolutely loathes working with Wasteland doctors. Very rarely do they stand up to her high, high standards. They have no degrees—understandable, there are no colleges anymore. They don't wash their hands. They don't have basic understanding of anatomy. They don't know what goes in the simplest medicine. Her greatest pet peeve is the more...superstitious healers. If you hold up a rock and say it fixes bones, Curie won't cuss you out, but you'll think for a moment, she just might. Her usual method of handling is to simply guide and educate where she can. But if the week has been full of people just sticking needles in places and praying, her nerves get shot to shit.

Danse; if you end up in a settlement, and Danse goes missing for a bit, just follow the sound of kids. He always attracts kids, drawn to his power armor. Sometimes they just want to watch it move, sometimes they have questions. Usually they want to be picked up. Danse is too soft to say no. He can end up stuck in a loop of playing with local kids, telling the child-friendly stories he has, maybe giving them some pointers with firearms or how to take down a wasteland monster. If you have to pull him way, his puppy eyes are sadder than any of the kids'. Always wanted to have a small family of his own, but resigned to the fact that he'd never have one.

Deacon; Polyglot, but can't speak any language beyond English. He can read other languages, though. Spanish and German are his strongest. This happened largely because his small school growing up had to use books that weren't wholly English. Things just spiraled from there. He can understand a few other languages, but speaking himself...he makes Curie cry with his French. As for his Italian, if he took out some of the, for lack of better word, Mario-isms, he'd be able to hold a conversation with Nick. As things stand, Nick starts hitting him with the fedora until he stops butchering the language.

Gage; really good with kids, though most take one look at him and see a monster. He tends to draw younger adults, fresh off their farm and new in the frying pan that is raider-dom. He usually tells them to go the fuck back home. Most of them aren't cut out for it. They're there because they're scared, they're hungry. They're angry. They want, want, want. Those kinds don't last. Once they're fed, they get the first payout, they get their first kill, they've had enough and want to go home. And Gage, he does get them back home, if they don't listen the first time. You tried. You saw what this life was like. You're still a kid. Go back home, don't tell your ma and pa what you did, and if you see anyone you just worked with, shoot to kill. He doesn't know why he does it. Why he lets them go.

Hancock; Could have been a championship chess player in another life, chems or not. He's smart as shit, quick on his feet, and can read someone's game before they even set it up. He learned to play chess from his neighbor in DC, an older Ghoul gentleman everyone just called Bubblegum. Bubs got his name for always having bubblegum on him, and giving pieces to whoever beat him or just improved at chess. Hancock liked gum, and his parents didn't allow it. So, he was always playing against Bubs after school, hoping to either win, or at least impress the guy enough to get another piece of candy. Bubblegum moved west after the Ghoul exile, but Hancock likes teaching the few young'uns of Goodneighbor chess and any other tricks he knows. If they catch on, they get a gum.

MacCready; Actually a rather quiet, withdrawn person. People he likes/gets close to tend to think of him as more extroverted, more of a rowdy young man like you'd think. Nope. He gets that way once he's really comfortable with someone. If he's not...doesn't talk much. If it's business, he's a bit more sociable, but Mac isn't the type to, say, chat at the bar with strangers, or make small talk with a shop owner. It's a mix of shyness and his more brusque side. If he sticks around one place, he'll open up, and such is the case with Goodneighbor, but if they remember him at all, majority of people will remember thinking he was mute.

Nick; Was a theater kid. The moment he could go into theater at school, he did, and it consumed his teenage years. His favorite play to perform was Hamlet, obviously, and even at a young age, he had a strong voice, so he was often the titular character. This gave him a complex. You don't recite Poe unprovoked without being a little bit pretensious. Aside from the Theater Kid Ego, Nick was different from his peers in that he lacked mental illness (it would come later). Half of his negotiation and de-escalation skills were honed to a fine point, trying to keep Heather and Back Up Veronica #4 from trying to method-act. Nick would later stare down gun barrels and feel less fear.

Piper; Potentially suffers from arthritis, or will in the future. It could be from overworking her hands from writing, or fiddling with her printing press, but the first knuckles on her hands and her wrist joints ache frequently. The pain varies, but putting pressure on her hands usually helps, hence her fondness for fingerless gloves. She wears them a bit too small for the pressure. Piper can always tell when its about to rain or radstorm, because her hands flare up. She jokes that its a superpower, but suffers from anxiety about potentially struggling to use her hands, if she gets older.

Preston; there are few ways to really aggravate Preston, but if you wanna, restrain any limb in any capacity, or touch him from behind or to the side. Y'know how people will sometimes grab another's arm, like, while laughing, but quickly let go and not mean much by it? Preston hates it. He doesn't like any limb being pushed down or held back. As for the touching from behind, he's a bit like a horse. Approach from the front and telegraph the movement. If you try to hug him from behind, or read over his shoulder, God forbid lean on it, you're cruising for an elbow to the crotch. He doesn't mean to, it's just muscle memory, instinct.

X6-88; nosy bitch. He wants to know everything about everyone, and will shamelessly and explicitly poke and prod to get the information. This man will ask pointed questions about your husband that you don't want to answer, not just because it's X6 and you don't know him, but because you don't want to know the answer. He's that kind of person. Oh, you complain about your child? Well, why did you have one? Didn't want an abortion? Kept it for the husband? Well, do you like your husband? No? Did he even want kids? Also no? So, why did you have a kid? Sometimes, X6 isn't even trying to be deliberately confrontational, like a therapist from hell. He has moment of honest, if not overzealous, curiosity. But most of the time, he's just throwing shit in your face.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #x6-88 #piper wright #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage

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THE FATED STARS (PJS) | SMAU

012 - THE RECORD STORE HANGOUT

Park Jongseong harbors the biggest crush on one of the most popular girls on the campus, you. You, being dared by your friend group to tweet and made a boyfriend application, initially started out as a joke, thinking that no one would applied it. Upon the tweet going viral and many applications being sent in, he decided that he would shoot his shot, even if he doesn’t know a single shit about what is the sun, moon, rising in astronomy.

WARNINGS: cuss words in the smau part

A/N: it took me days to write this

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Jay gets to the record store faster than you expect him to.

You see him outside of the store, through the glass window that showcases the wide range of musical collections that they’re selling. You decide not to alert him that you’re here and so you push the door to get into the shop, swiftly.

Intuitively, he quickly turns his head to look at you and he is mesmerized by your appearance. You look close to perfection, no you’re the perfection.

He feels his face getting hot in your presence.

“Wow.. it’s like you’re Aphrodite.”

Your little smile that you give to Jay as soon as you enter the shop is now replaced by the biggest surprised face and in a way, that manages to flatter your heart. You certainly haven’t received this kind of compliment before, which shocked you.

In a way, you like the way that Jay openly expresses his longing for you.

“Thank you. You look like a Greek god himself, handsome.”

And his face has a hue of redness all over due to this. But that makeup hides it.

Or so he thinks.

“Y-yeah.” He turns to look at you. “Do you want to take a look at these vinyls?”

“Sure.” You nod, eyes glistening at the collection in front of you.

Truthfully, you haven’t been to this particular store in years now. The last time you went was when you were full of hope and aspirations in middle school (9th grade). You don’t know how and when you turn into a person who becomes reluctant to meet new people when you used to be quite a social butterfly.

You supposed that you’ve grown up and changed, but something tells you that it’s not entirely the reasoning behind your change of character.

“I love The Smiths.” You voice out, mischievously referencing one of your favorite movies, 500 days of summer.

“Hmm?” Either Jay is clueless or he’s playing along too.

“I said I love The Smiths.” You repeat your words, this time increasingly louder but not enough to catch the attention of other people. However; you’re skeptical of the man in front of you who seems to not know what you’re referencing. “Wait, do you really not know who The Smiths are?” You then question the absurdity, finding it hard to believe a bit.

“I do. But aren’t we quoting Tom and Summer?” He has a small smile tugs on his face, with eyes glint of hope as he looks at you.

“Umm hmm.” You hum, satisfied.

“Do you listen to St. Vincent?” He asks.

“I think you’re gay.” You point out, squint your eyes to analyze him and he swears he’s falling in love all over again. You nod as you reply with a “But yeah, I do.”

“If I am a gay man, I would still be crushing on you.” He sasses and you have to completely suppress the ugliest gasp laughing you could’ve made for the sake of proper manners with his statement.

“No way did you just say that.” You reply. “That’s like, a free conversion therapy.” You pretend to be offended by his comment.

“It might be one.” He teases you. “Because you turn me from someone who has never been in love with someone before to literally losing my shit when I meet you.” He heartily confesses and you swear you almost fall to the ground because of the way he says it and of course, the eye contact that shows he means what he says.

“And you’ve been stuttering like crazy all this time when you met me because of what?” You gasp, noticing he’s getting bolder with each flirtatious response he sends your way.

You have to one up him. You absolutely cannot let him win.

Then you have your lightbulb moment.

You will play a sick game, the one where you know will get him in a trance.

You step closer to him, instead, facing him as you were previously standing beside him. Your face plant with a wicked smile, begin your work as you decide to do this and let your instincts win.

You’ll probably regret it later with the way you’d ask god why Jay is suddenly becoming an unbearable man to be around with the man he’d cling around for your attention around the campus later.

But you won’t ever try to overthink this much ahead, because it just seems ridiculous when explaining it.

It starts off innocently enough, with your delicate fingers suddenly making their way on his arm, then your fingertips make contact with his skin, barely making it, as if to leave him wanting for more.

And you render him speechless with the way you come with this bold approach as his brain is not only blank and in a hazy state due to the constant stimulation of the ghosting yet such addictive electrifying sensation that sends chills from his skin down to his very skeleton and processes itself to his consciousness.

He swears he died and went to heaven that moment.

And god, the eye contact you held with him was strong and intense. Your eyes never once divert to any other place other than directly into him, to thoroughly read his soul. To make him give his soul to you.

And that pretty smirk you have, knowing you win over him with this trick alone.

“Do you like it?” You ask in a whispery tone, knowing it’ll get his head spinning.

This is nothing like other people had described, you turned his brain into a puddle of thoughtlessness, where the only thing he knows and aware of is you.

You.

You who drive him insane and got him into this stupid mess.

He’s doomed from the start and with this heaven on earth experience too? How would he recover?

“You okay?”

You taunt him, with a smirk on your face just as you pull away. And now he’s back to normal and he doesn’t know how to feel about that.

“Um- uhm-…” He is wide eyed, shocked when things go back to normal.

“I’m fine. Let’s continue looking for CDs.”

He considers slapping himself but that would make it too obvious. He eventually resorts to pinching himself on his arm just to make sure he’s not too far gone.

You both take a walk around the store, often stopping to talk about the artists you both enjoy. It’s evident that he enjoys music a lot, but so more of an rnb guy, while you’re more of a pop girl who occasionally enjoys everything in between.

“Do you know Carly Rae Jepsen?”

“I know her from ‘Call Me Maybe’ song. Maybe you should hit up my line.” He smirks.

“Hey! Who told you to be that smooth?” You playfully slap his arm in a lighter way so it doesn’t hurt him.

“But seriously, you should give her a try. Like ‘Want You In My Room’ is great.” You explain to him, pointing at the ‘Dedicated’ album. Truthfully, you’ve seen Mariah Carey’s album and you’ve been wanting to buy some as you haven’t had ‘Mariah Carey’, her debut album and some of her earlier works.

“If I didn’t know any further, I’d say you’re flirting with me.”

“What if I really do, Park Jongseong?”

“Then I wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you right now, but I run out of pickup line responses. Let’s stick to talking about music.” You say, trying to avoid flirting with him because your heart is violently beating in your chest and you don’t like how he makes you blush so easily and so often.

It’s so infuriating that he gets the upperhand today.

“You got that pickup generator installed in you?” He teases, aware of your awkwardness when stuck in or encounters romantic situations for way too long.

“You make it sound like I got no bitches because all of my flirting tactics came from Reddit.” You pout, pretending to be offended by what he says.

“I did not say that— Hold up…? You went on Reddit for love advice?”

“Can you leave me and my lack of romance knowledge alone?” You beg for him to drop this because the more you talk, the more loser you seem to be. “I’m not a loser, I just haven’t dated in awhile.” You clarify, to sound less pathetic than you do.

He chuckles as he thinks to himself, you’re so fucking cute.

“Okay, okay fine.”

Thank god that he decided to drop that. You don’t know when your breaking point will be if this is who you are dealing with today.

And you both didn’t talk much after that, only looking at the vinyls and albums that they display around the room. You came to discover that he does in fact, also listen to Kpop songs like you too, although you both are more heavily focused on the pop music scene.

You pick up a vinyl from After Hours by The Weeknd. You don’t say anything as you walk to the counter, leaving Jay scandalized and afraid that you’re gonna walk out on him. You place the item for them to check it out, which brings you to a total of 50$.

You quietly pay as you say your ‘thank you's' to the store owner then return back to your spot earlier, which now has some more people coming in and they seem to be a music lover too.

You give it to Jay, monotonously saying “This is for you.” trying to hide the fact you thought of him when you listen to Abel Tesfaye. He looks shocked, at first, trying to refuse but initially gave up after a while and he utters out ‘Thank you’ so many times that you think you broke the poor man. And what’s wrong with spoiling a pretty boy like him anyway?

He doesn’t need to know that you think of him in ways that would make your friends slam your head into the wall to knock back your senses.

Then you look at the time on your phone.

It’s now 7 pm and you suddenly realize how many hours you have been there. You both are so engrossed by the conversation you both are having that you didn’t check the time at all.

There’s no sunset that shines through the store’s glass window, but there’s a moon rising in the sky that flaunts its beauty for the world to see.

You’re almost starstruck until Jay taps your shoulder to get you out of your trance after he had noticed that you’ve been staring at the outside view for a good 5 minutes.

“Hey Y/N.” His voice snaps you back to reality. “Do you wanna go to the restaurant nearby?”

At the mention of the restaurant, your stomach quietly growls and you realize that you’re indeed, more hungrier than you realize.

“Yes. That will be nice.” You nod.

“I see you have been glancing over at that Daydream and Emotions vinyl.” He points out. “Give me that.”

You did just that without questioning why.

“Wait, are you gonna pay-”

He’s faster than you as he’s already at the counter, checking both vinyls out as 60$ just casually rolling out. You didn’t forget that you saw multiple ONE OK ROCK’s albums too. That would make at least a total of 130$.

You don’t say anything as you observe him buying you vinyls. Once he’s done, you walk to him, not satisfied that he spends money on you. It almost makes you feel guilty because you want to pay for your own stuff too, but of course, he has to be such a douchebag about it by buying the missing thing from your collection.

Safe to say you’d be thinking of him when looking at the bought vinyls now.

That’s so annoying.

UGH.

You want to scream and kiss him but you mainly want to punch him, at least that’s what you think.

“Here’s yours.” He hands you the vinyls and you shamefully accept it. You feel like a gold digger in the worst way possible and you want to flick the perfect forehead of his for that. “Let’s go to the restaurant.”

You chuckle then you put out your hand for him to hold as you say “Lead the way, Taurus boy.”

And he happily holds your hands as he searches for the restaurant nearby to occupy both your stomachs and minds on the busy street in Seoul city tonight.

“I think I look totally out of place from this place.” You comment just as you sit down at the table, facing Jay.

You feel a bit intimidated because of this place but truthfully, you also love it if you happen to go there alone or with friends. Unfortunately, the place looks too elite for a broke college student like you. Everything in there is luxurious and you begin to think that you can’t afford this place even if you work hard your entire life.

You’re just being dramatic, it’s not too high class if you’re being realistic, but it’s expensive for a regular worker like you, especially if you don’t come from family who has too much money to spend on useless stuff.

You shrug, annoyed by your own train of thoughts as you look at Jay, flabbergasted that he chooses such an expensive place.

“You don’t.” He shakes his head, disagreeing with you. He then hands you the menu on the table and you bow your head a bit as a gesture of saying ‘thank you’.

“Call whatever food you want to.” He asks and you purposely pick the cheapest one off the menu because seeing the price kills your appetite.

A waiter approaches you both and she quickly takes notes of the food you both are ordering. It wasn’t long before she walks away in a fast paced to alert the chef, signaling that a new food has to be made again.

You didn’t forget to observe the way he treated her too and you’re almost impressed that he treats her nicer than your ex would when it comes to service workers.

Maybe it’s not a bad idea to go on a date with him at all.

“Do you know there’s a duck crossing the streets of Seattle right now?” He asks, trying to humor you a bit. You’re so shocked that you can’t help but laugh at the random question that is seemingly out of the blue.

“There’s no ducks.” You say. “But there’s butterflies roaming around someone’s house in Seattle.”

“Hey.” He disagrees. “It was in 2018 when some ducks were crossing the streets in west seattle. Are you calling me a liar?” He says it accusingly in a joking manner.

“I won’t believe that until there’s evidence to backup the statement.”

And boy, did he pull out his phone to show you a video that his longtime friend sent to him about ducks being on the road from the westside of Seattle. And you can’t get mad at that, honestly.

“I always think of us, being ducks holding hands, crossing the street of Arizona- WAIT! I mean Seattle.”

This time you hysterically laugh, trying to hold back your tears as he messes up his own new invented pickup line.

“Stop laughing! I’m kinda embarrassed!” He says, his ears flushed red and he can’t even look straight in the eyes.

“NOOO!!!” You disagree, shaking your head aggressively as your body rocking from laughing so much and your hand covers your mouth due to the infectious laughter you let out. “You’re funny when you’re a loser.”

“I think I’m cool!” He pouts slightly, tone sulking.

“You were cool, like totally out of kdrama cool in the bookstore and now you go back to say embarrassing things.” You shoot back. “But I like it.” You whisper, hoping he doesn’t catch that.

He does.

He chooses not to comment on it.

You both continuously showed each other cat reels until the food arrived and the first thing he did after the waiter had finished placing the meal onto the table was to be your personal photographer. You can’t reject the offer, after all, who’s nice enough to take a picture of a fRiEnD that you’re hanging out with?

And you snapped a few of his pictures back too, as a gesture of gratitude in return.

Then, after the pictures taking session is over, you both enjoy your meal together, while having a conversation about everything that relates to yourselves personally.

You can’t say you don’t like it when he makes you laugh from his pickup lines that he always messes it up along the way and the witty remarks that he suddenly feels confident to shoot back at you sometimes.

#kpop au #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic #enha smau #enhypen smau #jay park smau #aespa smau #enhypen social media au #xdinary heroes smau #le sserafim smau #jay smau #jay enhypen au #jay enhypen smau #park jongseong x reader #park jongseong smau #jay x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen fic

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ruedavis · 1 year

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𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒.

pairing: jacob custos x fem!reader

warnings: strong language

song inspiration: only by RY X

word count: 836

jacob walks off angrily after cussing out nick for kissing emma. she looks pretty smug with herself, what an ass.

“that was such a dick thing to do! you know how he feels about you,” she opens her mouth to retaliate. the others sitting - watching you both in awkward silence.

“and i swear to god if hear ‘summer fling’ come out of your mouth again next time it will be your teeth,” with that said you make your way to search for jacob.

you would say that you can’t imagine how he feels but in a way you can. you have been feeling that way since you started out as a councillor this summer, ever since you got here you fell hard for someone who barely even acknowledges your existence.

not because he was rude - no! it was quite the opposite actually.

you’d seen him follow her around like he was damn lost puppy whenever your eyes were to drift over to him.

you have mixed emotions though. as much as you see him with her, you’d also catch him looking at you occasionally. it’s always down to coincidence though.

as you were singing camp songs with the kids and you would see him in the near distance watching over you, smiling. you’d bring your attention back to the children, an embarrassed blush spreading across your cheeks.

your two groups would accidentally bump into each other’s sometimes as you took them out to teach them about the wilderness, the small people would giggle and whisper amongst themselves as they’d watch you try and very badly fail to not make a fool of yourself in front of him.

before they left, a girl with pigtails and a cheeky smile gave you a note, they all got on the bus and left, after they did you opened up the piece of paper - it was a list, they made it based on all of the councillors who they’d put together and they put yours and jacob’s initials together.

you laughed it off thinking nothing of it, folding it up then putting it into your jacket pocket.

cut back to now. you had finally found jacob sat at the end of the wooden bridge just above the lake water. you quietly walk over and sat down beside him. looking over in his direction to see tears running down his cheeks.

“i know you probably don’t wanna talk about it, but i just want to say what emma did back there was out of order,” your eyes skimmed over the water - you could feel his eyes on you, still you stayed as you were.

glancing over to him with a soft smile, “you deserve better than that.” he smiles back then wipes away his tears and sniffles.

“it’s so dumb, i agreed that it was just a fling, i agreed on this, but why does this have to hurt so much?” your eyes scanned over him - that felt a little too close to home.

“we accept the love we think we deserve, and you definitely deserve everything but this!” he laughs whilst playfully nudges you with his shoulder.

“oh also, if it’s any constellation look at what one of the kids gave me before they left,” you reached into your pocket and pulled out the list.

you waited for his reaction, it wasn’t what you expected, you were expecting some sort of ‘ha-ha yeah right!’ or like he’d fall over laughing from how ridiculous it sounds.

except that never came. the comfortable silence laid thick between the two of you.

“i think they’re kinda right, ya know?” you nearly got whiplash from how fast you turned towards him, your words came out stuttered, your mouth went dry too. it couldn’t be right?

“w-what do y-you mean?”

“you and me? i think we’d be smoking hot.” jacob’s words echoed in your head. that’s when you finally realise, he was looking at your lips and started to lean into you.

your eyes widen, pressing your index finger to his lips “slow your role, loverboy.” his expression turned back to hurt as he looked away from you obviously embarrassed and started apologising profusely.

realising your accidental fuck up, “nonono! i completely agree, dude i’ve literally been crushing on you the whole of summer! i’m just not gonna be a rebound, okay?” he nods in agreement.

to break the awkward silence, you abruptly stood up and stole the brunette’s fitted cap and put it in on yourself instead, then started to fake model with it, he soon realises what you’re doing and pretends to snap pictures of you.

“miss, miss! over here! can you tell me what you’re wearing?”

you both continue to joke around before you get up and start making your back to the others. there’s nothing but banter between the pair of you and the air has definitely been cleared for now.

“it’s kinda disappointing that you look so good in my hat what the fuck bro.”

#jacob custos #jacob custos x reader #the quarry #the quarry x reader #jacob custos imagine #jacob custos imagines #jacob custos oneshot #jacob custos oneshots #oneshot #oneshots #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfics #the quarry fanfic #the quarry fanfics #x reader #ruedavis

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I Just Want You

Words: 1253

Warnings: a little angst, underage drinking (kind of), some small talk about trauma/shitty parents, talk about how being gay is TECHNICALLY illegal cause it's the fucking 80s, probably poor writing but whatever

STRANGER THINGS Masterlist Main Masterlist

Longer title of this was "I Don't Care If We Can Never Be Seen Together, I Just Want You" but I decided to shorten it to just "I Just Want You"

This was also gonna be totally different, but then it became this (and I LOVE this so)

And this can take place literally any time after Season 3 (only bc Robin is apart of the group) but Nancy and Jonathan didn't get together in this timeline...but that's really the only fully 'non canon' thing about this fic

And the fact that people forget that it was technically illegal to be gay in the 80s. Like people would literally be arrested just because of that, ESPECIALLY IN SOMEWHERE LIKE INDIANA. Like, if you had AIDS, it was automatically assumed you were gay and people would hate you for it. So I kinda mentioned that here because I just love ✨historical accuracy✨

Anywho, enjoy

Y/N stood in the corner, trying not to be noticed by anyone. She just wished the floor would cave in and swallow her whole. God, she felt so stupid. Why didn't she see it? See Nancy's blatant feelings for Jonathan? How could she have been so gullible to think that her and Nancy would be anything more than friends. It's the fucking 80s. No one would even be able to know about them. So she didn't know why she had lead herself to believe that Nancy felt the same.

She held the red solo cup in her right hand as she gripped her bicep with her left hand. She was constantly blinking away the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. She watched her friends have fun from afar. And they deserved it. They deserved to have fun. And she had been having fun with them, until the feelings came in. Until she saw Nance and Jonathan. Until she remembered that she always came second to him. When she finally realized why.

She sat the cup on the stand next to her and made her way to the back door. She didn't even understand why she was really even here anymore. She only came because Nancy had practically begged her to do so. She was just planning on staying home to study. She knew that she should have just done that. Told her friend to have fun at the party herself. But Nancy had flashed Y/N her puppy dogs eyes that always caused Y/N to melt.

When she made it, she sighed as she felt the cool fall air around her. She walked and sat onto the pools diving board. She had been so into her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed the concerned look Nancy had given as she saw her friend walking outside. Nor did she hear her give Jonathan some excuse and headed outside to check on her friend. Nor did she realized that Nancy was calling out her name. It wasn't until the girl reached her hand into the water and splashed it up onto her friend that Y/N noticed she was there.

While she was ready to cuss someone out for getting her wet without any warning, the words died in her throat when she saw it was Nancy. All that she did was look back down and stare at her reflection in the water.

But now that she was aware of her friends presence, she heard everything she was doing now. Starting with the sigh she gave before she spoke, "What's going on with you? You usually love parties."

Y/N just shrugged, "Guess I'm just not that into it tonight. But you can go back in, Nance. No reason to be concerned for me."

Nancy gave her a concerned smile, "But I can tell that something's bothering you. So," She climbed onto the diving board and sat on the left side of the board. She placed her arm around her friends shoulder, "Tell me what it is. Do I have to get Steve to beat anyone up? Or need me to run them over?"

Y/N let out a meek little laugh. "You don't have to do anything to anyone. It's really nothing. Just getting my head again."

"Did your parents say something again?"

She silently shook her head, "Not this week."

Nancy softly nodded, "Then what is it? It's clearly bugging you."

Y/N sighed, "Have you ever liked someone you can't have?"

"What do you mean?"

She turned on the board to where she was fully sitting next to Nancy and turned to look at her. "I mean, have you ever wanted a relationship with a person that you can't have? Because they're either in a relationship. Or like someone else. Or they would never like you because of who you are? And you're scared that if they found out the truth they would hate you forever? But you keep telling yourself that little things they do proves that they feel the same but then you see them with someone else and you remember that you'll always be second best to them? All because you're...different."

"I-yeah. Yeah I do."

She gave Nancy a surprised look, "Really?"

Nancy nodded. "There's this person that I've liked for years. But I know if I do anything, we could never be seen as more than friends. And it hurts me. Especially because I know of their feelings for me." She laughed softly, "They're literal shit at hiding their feelings. Plus, one time they were so drunk and out of it, that they confessed it." She sighed and looked out to the forest behind Steve's home. "That was when I realized the feelings actually. That I realized everything that I thought had been friendly was more. That I wanted them more than just a friend. But I know that we could never be more than that. No matter how much I want it."

"Nance I-"

Nancy ignored Y/N and continued, "Sometimes when we're talking, I want nothing more than to just lean in and kiss her." Y/N felt her air cut off. Her? Nancy liked a girl? But...but who? She heard Nancy laugh, "God, sometimes I forget how similar you and Robin are."

Oh.

"You like Robin?"

Nancy's eyes widened and she shook her head feverently, "No! God no. She's just a friend. I just said that because she was so oblivious to the fact that Vickie likes her back."

"Then who is it that you like, Nance? Cause it sure seems as if you like Jonathan."

Nancy sighed and muttered, "I guess now is as good of a time as ever." Just as she leaned into Y/N and kissed her. It took Y/N by such surprise that she hadn't realized it happened until Nancy pulled away. "You. You're the person I like."

But instead of saying anything back. Y/N just gathered any and all fucking courage she had in her body and grabbed Nancy's face to kiss her again. Nancy deepened the kiss by placing her hand on the back of Y/N's neck. Y/N moved one of her hands onto the board and the other on Nancy's arm. Moving them both to where she was on top of Nancy as she laid on the length of the board. Nancy's legs were dangling off the edge of the board as Y/N's legs were slotted on either side of Nancy's. At some point, Nancy had snuck her hand underneath Y/N's shirt and was groping her boobs.

The two finally pulled away from each other, or rather jumped from each other, as Steve yelled at them. "If you guys are gonna sleep with each other, at least do it in a goddamn room. Not on my fucking diving board."

The looked to him surprised before he just rolled his eyes at them and walked back in. Y/N sat back on her knees and Nancy moved and copied her.

"I hate that we could never be seen together. Like, actually together. As more than just friends or 'roommates.' Y'know? I wish we could just be us."

Nancy gave Y/N a soft smile, "I don't care if we can never be seen together. I just want you. In any way I can have you. Even if it means living our life in secret."

"Really?"

Nancy nodded and kissed Y/N softly on the nose, "Really."

#nancy #wheeler #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler imagines #stranger #things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #x reader #imagine

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vent (+ cussing out people I know)

(TW FOR SUICIDE + S/H) + (All names mentioned are online aliases)

I can’t vent without sounding like I want attention or like one of those goth kids, but here it goes ig 🤷

I’m so tired of living. I, myself, am afraid of death and pain, but it seems so easy to just die. But the consequences for my actions are devastating, I would never wish upon my own enemy to see my friends and family cry over my death. The closest thing I can get to that salvation of death is harming myself, but even then I break and tell someone. I’m so easily consolable. Maybe I self harm for attention and so that people can actually take me seriously when I say I need help and that I’m hurting mentally. None of my family seems to care honestly, they always care for one moment and not the next, not that I can blame them. I’m quite draining to deal with. I wish someone would care.

I know my friend, Yena, cares for me. She shows me quite loving reposts on her tiktok to me about how much she cares. But when we actually do hang out, she never shows me that same gentle care she gives me with those small reminders. I’m not asking her to be overbearing with pestering me about my mental health and health in general. But some actual verbal and physical support would be nice, I kid you not.

I know my friends are joking, but they point out my insecurities and (quite unsavory) behavior quite often. I wish to tell them that their words do actually impact my feelings a lot, that those words made me cry and doubt my appearance. But since I know it’ll ruin our relationship and the fact that one of my friends, Axell, will think he’s the problem and that he’ll complain that he wishes he never existed because he made me feel so bad about myself. (And to be quite frank, I hate when he does that and makes everything about himself.) But I do love and care for my friends quite deeply, so I’ll keep this to myself (and to those reading this.)

Speaking of my friends, I want to talk about them. Axell, as I said before, makes everything about him, and it pisses me off. I just really want to cuss him out without him finding out, so on here, I’ll do just that. Anytime my friends and I are going through something, he directs the attention to him and says, “Yeah…I understand that since my parents are divorcing and yelling at each other every night, and it makes me mad and want to kill myself.” Not trying to be like ‘he’s faking being depressed and suicidal.’ But not once have he been assigned with anything that hints to suicidal tendencies or has he even been seen doing anything akin to that matter. He always mentions cutting himself which is really uncomfy for me (since I do that myself and it hurts me knowing my own friend is doing that + saying you do that is just….ew) He always thinks he’s the problem ( to which he is most of the time) and that our friend group would be better off without him, and because of that, we always have to reassure him he isn’t. If we don’t, he threatens to hurt himself or leave the friend group (to which he doesn’t do either, of course, but still) and we have to reel him back in. It’s tiring and as much as I hate to say it, I fucking hate him. But I can’t help but love him (platonic !! he’s my friend!!) he’s always been so nice to me at times and it feels so…disdainful of me to just say these things and throw him away like used paper.

Anyways, another friend I want to talk about is Yuki. When I just recently moved schools + house, she was my first friend. She’s very nice and her vibe fits with mine, I like her. We were always friends, but never close friends unlike my other friends, Yena and Maui. Until last month, I started getting closer to her (as much as I could since she’s always absent at school) we started calling each other everyday, texting, nicknaming each other, you get the point. Here’s the thing, Yuki had a crush on a girl, and I well knew that since she was the first to tell me that. Yet, one day, she confessed she didn’t like that girl anymore and that she liked me. I always had a small crush on her, but it wasn’t anything big and it didn’t blossom into a full on crush. But this was a little…odd, to say the least, for me.

I understand why she likes me, but I truly feel like she only likes me because i’m getting closer with her ( which is reasonable but !! ) she doesn’t even know me like that. Before she had a crush on me, I already had a crush on Yena. A day before Valentines, I confessed to Yena about my feelings ( and was rejected.) But I never really minded, I knew she reject anyways, and I’ve already gotten over it. I told Yuki everything too. But when Yuki confessed she liked me, I, at the time, wasn’t over Yena and still had a crush on Yena.

But, what I’ve been trying to say is that I don’t know how to deal with this situation, at all.

Anyhow, that’s all, goodbye and take care of yourselves <33333

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iviarellereads · 1 year

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Gideon the Ninth, Chapter 33

(Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For detail on The Locked Tomb coverage and the index, read this one!)

(Eighth House icon) In which the missing key is found.

The Eighth show up like a bad penny.(1) This time, it's as the group are on their way back to Dulcinea. Silas announces that the Third have defiled a body, "opened up Lady Pent", and now they can't be located. Gideon asks what he means by opened up, and Colum says they should come and see.

Off they all go to the makeshift morgue. On the way, Gideon and Harrow have a chat about Teacher turning on the Second. Gideon asks why Harrow was so sure Teacher didn't kill the others, and Harrow says Teacher was afraid of Canaan House, and of the Facility even more so. She thinks he might not have been physically able to go down there, since he was a construct himself, but she wonders what he was a prototype for. If they see trouble, Harrow starts, and Gideon cuts her off to say she'll run for it, but Harrow says she was going to finish it with "hit it with your sword".

The morgue itself is too full, with the Fourth teens and the Fifth couple and Protesilaus's head, even without a body. Abigail's body is still out, and there's a hole in her abdomen the size of a fist. The Sixth start examining, and Palamedes determines that the cut was made with Naberius Tern's off-hand weapon, and something was removed. Something small and metal, and it was there for quite a while, the flesh had sealed over it.

Then, Palamedes cusses, making the room jump. But he's not injured, just horrified. He says his timing was wrong. Harrow tells him to use his words. He says he didn't investigate Abigail before the dinner party, but when she and Magnus went down, she may have completed a challenge, sealed the key in herself, and then been killed. Or perhaps it was done by whoever killed her.(2) Either way, there's one room that someone's worked very, very hard to keep them all out of. The defilement of the body wasn't random, it was opening another kind of lockbox.

Silas asks calmly if the rooms are worth such a sin. Harrow stares at him for a moment, then asks if he ever bothered to open the doors for the key he won or the keys he stole. Absolutely not, he did the first challenge to see what it was about, and took the other two keys to protect others from it. He hates how this "holy temple" has been reduced "to a maze and a puzzle." Palamedes calls Silas "an intellectual cretin(3) and a dog in a manger,"(4) and comments on his consistency of character. Palamedes and Harrow know which door this key will open, which means they know where the Third are now.

Harrow goes over to the slab with the cremains from the incinerator. Colum surprises Gideon by being the one to go over and say that half of the cremains are Protesilaus's. Harrow says that tracks, because there's no skull. Silas points out that the other half must be someone else, then.

"We can't do anything for them yet," said Palamedes. "The living have to take precedence here, if we want to keep living." As it turned out, he was wrong.(5)

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(1) Reference mine, not Muir's, but if anyone's not familiar, "bad" here means "counterfeit", and in context, "like a bad penny" means in an annoying or frustrating way. The Eighth show up when you least want to see them, every time. (2) But then, how could it have healed? (3) "cretin" has, or should have, fallen out of favour in recent years, as it's yet another slur for someone with intellectual disabilities, originating as a term for people who suffered a deficiency of thyroid hormone or iodine in early life leading to such disabilities. This also means Pal's phrasing is redundant. (4) The dog in the manger is an old Greek fable about not letting anyone have access to something you have no use for. (5) Well, that's not an ominous way to end a chapter at all!

#the locked tomb #tlt #gideon the ninth #gtn #gideon the ninth spoilers #gtn spoilers #gideon nav #silas octakiseron #harrowhark nonagesimus #palamedes sextus #colum asht #camilla hect

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AU where the Justice League are all friends in their civilian identities and openly do stuff together as such. How are these seemingly completely random people connected? Like how on earth does billionaire Bruce Wayne know a combat pilot? Or a forensic scientist from Central City? Or a reporter from Metropolis? And why are there people of all ages in this friend group (along with the guardians of the minors, obviously)?

“Uh the internet?”

They all make a discord server and keep up conversations going in there about their everyday, mundane lives, without a single mention of super heroing anywhere. They encourage each other and vent to one another about overbearing bosses or the fact their kid dumped an entire gallon of milk on the floor this morning and do you know how long that took to clean up?? It got under the OVEN.

They stream movies together every once in a while, or hop on steam together to play whatever latest fad game Barry or Billy or whoever is begging everyone to try. Not everyone participates every time, and a few people almost never log in and talk, but they plan out trips together and just generally use the server to connect themselves to each other. Ostensively, it started when a few of them all met each other in an online game and it spread to friends of friends as they continued to invite cool folks they thought fit well into the friend group.

Obviously, in reality they all met because they’re Super Heroes, but this is the cover. It also gives them excuses to get together for Thanksgiving or go camping together, publicly as themselves.

#justice league #I’m in a discord server like this lmao #it started as a small group of people wanting to say ALL the cuss words while playing the game together #drunk and on voice call #and none of the servers in existence allowed that sort of behavior #and then lockdown happened and it morphed into weekly together sessions playing all sorts of things or watching movies #and now we do trips together multiple times a year #where anywhere from 3 - 20 people get together IRL and do stuff #even though we are literally spread out all across the country #with a random Canadian included for some reason #and now we have so many people who have never played the original game #but they’re here because someone in the group liked them and invited them #and bam: perfect cover for the Justice League to be actual friends openly

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mediocre-writerr · 2 years

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sparks [maddy perez]

maddy perez x fem!reader

summary: it's hard to express how you feel, especially when you're so shy and the only person you interact with is lexi, but it's even harder when you have a crush on the most confident girl in school; requested by anon

warnings (18+): a few swear words...that’s it!

*not my gif*

You were invisible.

The only reason why people knew your name was because of who you hung out with. It was an odd contrast, you were shy, quiet, and had your head stuck in a book. While the people you hung out with were, well...the complete opposite.

Everyone except for Lexi, who was basically the reason why you were in the friend group. But honestly, the only reason why Lexi is apart of the friend group is because of Cassie. Maybe that’s why the two of you were best friends.

And it’s the exact reason why she was just as shocked as you were when you told her about your crush on the one and only Maddy Perez. You don’t remember how or when your crush started. All you know is that one day you were staring at her lips for a little too long. It’s not like she noticed though, no one ever notices you.

“I can’t believe you have a crush on Maddy. She’s like the complete opposite of you. She’s loud, confident, and if she knows what she wants, she’ll get it. You’re...” Lexi drifted off trying to find the right words, “...Not that?”

“Gee thanks, Lex.” You threw your head into her pillow and let out a muffled scream.

She punched your shoulder lightly, “Oh come on, you know I don’t mean it in a bad way! The way you are is exactly why we’re best friends and is one of the many reasons why I love you!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You muttered, screaming once more.

“Just because you’re different from her doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel the same way. So I will take the great honor of being your wing woman, starting with this party that my sister is making us go to tonight!” The brunette offered and you shot your head up.

You saw the mischievous glint in her eyes as they twinkled, “No! Lex, don’t! She doesn’t like me that way. I don’t even know if she considers me one of her friends, I mean the only person I really interact with in the group is you! It’s just going to be embarrassing!”

“What? What did you say? I couldn’t understand what you were saying.” She said, sarcastically.

“I’m being serious-”

“I’m sorry! I still can’t comprehend what you’re trying to say!”

Before you could protest once more, Cassie barged into their shared room, “Maddy and Kat are here! Let’s go!”

Both you and Lexi let out a collective sigh before following the older Howard. Your heart fluttered at the mere sight of Maddy. The only view of her outfit was because of her head poking through the back seat window: a tight black dress, that showed a lot of skin.

The palm of your hands started to become sticky as you mentally cursed, tearing your eyes away from the girl, while wiping your hands on your jeans. You could hear Lexi chuckle and you didn’t even have to look at her to figure out that she was laughing at you.

When you finally got a hold of yourself, you noticed that Kat’s small car was now full. Jules occupied the passenger seat, leaving the Howard sisters to fill in the only other empty spots next to Maddy, “Oh it looks like there’s no room. You know, it’s New Year’s Eve, cops are going to be everywhere I don’t want to get you in trouble by squeezing in. I can just walk home and stay there for the night.” You rambled to them.

All of the girls, but Lexi, just looked at you in shock. This was probably the most amount of words you said to them at once.

You were about to leave without a response when Lexi stopped you, “No! It’s New Year’s Eve, Y/N. You shouldn’t celebrate it alone. Maddy!” You shot daggers into Lexi’s heart as your palms sweated even more, “Can Y/N sit in your lap for the ride? It’s not too far away, ten minutes max.”

Mentally, you had just punched Lexi in the face and cussed her out, but physically you just gave a tight lipped smile while your heart ran at the speed of light. You looked to Maddy who just smiled sweetly, “Yeah of course!”

Your heart dropped onto the floor and you had to blink a few times to stop your heart from going into cardiac arrest, “Thanks.” You muttered as she opened the door for you. Maddy patted her lap and you slowly, but surely made your way over to her. And it wasn’t too bad when you sat on her lap, your heart rate was still high, but you were composed now.

You felt a strong, yet petite arms wrap around you waist tightly. Well, fuck, there goes your “composure”. You side eyed Lexi who looked like she was having the time of her life, as she tried not to laugh in front of everyone. To make matters worse for you, hooked her head onto your shoulder as Kat drove.

You tried to focus on the conversation at hand, not participating obviously, because when do you ever? But at least you were a very active listener...not this time though because her warm breath was on your neck.

She was so close, yet so far.

Luckily, Kat drove there faster than expected and you were able to free yourself before you said or did something stupid. The group dispersed once you walked in, everyone had their own agendas for the night.

You followed Lexi, like always, “I am going to sucker punch you so hard right now!” You told her over the booming music.

“Oh come on! One day you’re going to thank me for it.” She shot you a wink, before sitting on the couch.

“Mhmm, I highly doubt that.”

As the night progressed, you and Lexi stood your ground on the couch. Not allowing anyone to sit there, except for Fez. Lexi was in a deep conversation with Fez when you excused yourself to grab a drink.

You grabbed yourself a soda can from the cooler, when you turned around you were met with a drunk guy with a lopsided smile on his face, “Hey.” He slurred out.

“Hi.” You muttered, not wanting to be rude.

You tried to walk past him, but every move you made he’d block you, “I was wondering if you wanna get out of here. I know a couple of bedrooms that are empty right now, you and I could go and hang out for a bit.”

Your mouth opened and closed multiple times, trying to find the nicest way to reject him. So captivated with your thoughts running at a million miles an hour, you didn’t even notice Maddy sitting on the couch, not too far away from you.

The boy took your silence as a yes for some weird reason, so he grabbed your hand and started dragging you through the house, right past Maddy. You felt another hand grab yours as it forced you down onto someone’s lap.

Even though you only felt her arms around your waist for a few minutes earlier, you remembered her touch anywhere, “Hey dumbass! She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you.”

“And how do you know that?” The boy asked with a chuckle.

“Because that’s my girl! So don’t ever hit on her again or I will make East Highland a living hell for you! Bye!” She shooed him off and he cursed under his breath before stumbling off.

“Thank you for that.” You mumbled, avoiding her eyes.

“Why do you do that?” Maddy asked and you just hummed in response, “Why do you run away every time I get close?”

You shook your head, “I don’t-I don’t do-”

“Yeah you do. I’ll try to approach you at school and you always run the other direction. Or when we’re all hanging out you avoid everyone, but Lexi, but I’ve noticed you really avoid getting into any close proximity with me. I don’t bite, you know.” She told you and you chuckled.

“No, I know. I just-” You stuttered, trying to fight words to say, “You make me nervous.”

“Why?” She asked with a smirk on her face.

You licked your lips, your eyes finding the floor the most interesting thing in the room. Maddy tilted your chin to look in her eyes and someway, somehow, you found courage in them, “Because I have a crush on you. Like a super big, dorky crush on you.” You muttered quickly, and if Maddy wasn’t listening to your every word with the utmost intent she would’ve missed it.

But she caught it, “I know you don’t like me like that. I mean there’s Nate and you know I don’t think you ever really noticed me. I’m kinda always in the background, so I doubt you really-”

Your words were cut off by soft lips. Your eyes widened as you saw Maddy’s eyes closed in front of you, her lips attached to yours. She started pulling away, but before she could get too far, you grabbed her cheeks with the most confidence you’ve ever had and kissed her.

The brunette smiled into the kiss and you both pulled away smiling like idiots, “Y/N, I’ve always seen you.”

Across the living room, Lexi sat with Fez right next to her. The two of them shared a fist bump, as Fez reached for his pocket and handed the once “drunk” boy from before a few bucks.

Mission accomplished.

tag list: @werewolfbanshee-love, @padmeswife, @i-need-somebody-else, @maximoffwitch, @flushedawayondvd, @picnicmic, @10-19-17uswnt,

#maddy perez imagines #maddy perez x reader

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eunchancorner · 2 years

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Umm.. please write lee todoroki with lers the boys from 1A, thank you! have a nice day

Thanks for the request! You guys really like lee todo with multiple lers, huh? I mean, I can’t say I’m any different lol-

Ler Izuku, Bakugou, Iida, Sero, Lee Todoroki

Warning: only a liiiiiiiittle bit of cuss

Ships: SeroIida, maybe a liiiiittle TodoBakuDeku if you squint

Word count: 1679

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It had been days since the tickle taser fight, and everyone had agreed that they were only to be used with the lee’s specific request, since they were way too intense otherwise. And, after the tickle taser fight, the Deku- and Bakusquads had found out something fairly unexpected about one of each of their members.

“Me and Iida are… together,” Sero had admitted, a slightly blushing Iida nodding as they snuggled on the grass, Izuku still clinging to his (surprisingly not struggling) childhood friend, Kirishima and Todoroki still hugging each other, Mina and Uraraka sitting beside each other, and Tsu and Kaminari having looked up from a conversation.

“We were nervous about telling you, since our groups don’t exactly… see eye-to-eye,” Iida explained, glancing at the greenette and atomic blonde. “So, we decided to tell you now… since everyone seems to be getting along so well.”

Bakugou sighed and shoved Izuku off of him before sitting up and looking at them.

“Why would we be upset about you going out with four-eyes, tape face?” he grumbled.

“Yeah, dude, and here I was thinking you were into Mina!” Kirishima piped up, with his signature shark-toothed grin.

“You both just essentially came out while telling us this, you know,” Todoroki had pointed out, Sero and Iida looking at each other.

“Yeah, we never told you we were gay, did we?” Sero realized, Iida shaking his head with a small smile. “Welp, we’re gay! Both of us.”

“I knew it!” Kaminari announced from his spot beside Tsuyu. “Pay up Kiri!”

“Wait what-” Sero said, his confused expression flicking to Kirishima who just chuckled a little.

“Me and Kami kinda had a little bet going. He thought you were gay, which, apparently he was right. I thought you were at least bi or pan, if not straight. And now I owe him a slushie…”

“And I want blue raspberry, you better remember!” Kami piped up again.

“Ohh I’ll give you a fucken raspberry, alright~” Kiri threatened emptily, earning a flustered squeak from the electric blonde.

“Not so soon, dude! I’m tickled out…” Kaminari muttered the last part.

“Me too…” Deku finally piped up, currently laying on the grass beside Bakugou. “God those things were way too intense…”

“Agreed,” Iida said, looking around at the others, who nodded or hummed in agreement.

“How about we take a break. Like, one or two days, no tickles, and then we go back to normal?” Mina suggested, earning more nods from her classmates.

“It’s settled then, no more tickling for us for about two days, and by then, I believe we should all be good?” Iida asked and the others nodded. A short period, but definitely enough nonetheless.

“Alright then,” Iida stood and the other followed suit, everyone heading back inside.

Since then, everything had stayed normal, but the ten avoided tickling or getting tickled, and after two days, they were feeling better about it and felt able to resume the playful activity.

Which meant Todoroki had been attacking people.

A lot more.

Everyone knew Todoroki was a bit of a ler, but no one else had realized that he’d had a ler mood brooding for those two days, and when they ended and everyone was able to enjoy it again, he made quick work of tickling each one individually at a different time, and, thankfully, was able to get rid of the ler mood fairly easily.

So now he resorted to his random attacks. Again.

And it was starting to annoy the others. Again.

Iida and Sero were snuggling on the couch, Bakugou and Izuku talking (and getting dangerously close to arguing) on the other. Suddenly, Izuku squealed, confusing Bakugou and catching the attention of the two lovers on the other couch, who looked up.

Izuku was looking around, having been suddenly poked near his side on his back, but couldn’t see anyone who might have done it.

“You good, Deku?” the atomic blonde asked, annoyed that their -argument- conversation had been interrupted.

“Y-yeah, I’m fi-HINE!” he squealed again, the poke this time landing in his armpit, and Bakugou saw the hand this time.

And, from their position on the other couch, both Sero and Iida knew who the culprit was.

And knew to keep their mouths shut if they didn’t wanna be next.

Izuku looked around again, just barely catching the hand disappearing back behind the couch, and leaned around to see who it was.

“Todoroki!”

Of course.

The bi-colored student stood, leaning over the back of the couch, smirking a little at his little victim. “Yes?”

“That wasn’t nice! Me and Kacchan were talking!” the greenette complained. Todoroki just ruffled his hair playfully and moved out from behind the couch, sitting on the arm of it instead. Anyone could tell by his posture, smirk, and incredibly recent teasing pokes that he was in a playful mood, and this time, Todoroki could’ve gone for either a ler or a lee. And since he (like most of the students) had trouble asking for tickles, he was trying to be a ler (or maybe provoke Izuku into tickling him).

“Dammit, Icyhot, why are you so fucking annoying with this shit?” Bakugou asked annoyedly, to which Todoroki shrugged.

“Because it’s fun. If you hate it so much, just say so and I’ll stop,” Todoroki said, his smirk growing a little when Bakugou turned his head and blushed a little. Todoroki was smart and usually struck Bakugou only when he was in a lee mood, knowing he’d get blown to bits otherwise.

“Something tells me you want us to put you in your place again,” Iida said, and now it was Todoroki’s turn to blush.

“What’s wrong Todoroki? He guessed right, didn’t he?” Sero teased and Todoroki broke eye contact, his gaze landing on a corner.

“I- w-w-well, he- I-I’m mean i-it’s not- h-he’s not completely wrong...” the bi-colored student stuttered out.

“Oooo~ so you wanted us to tickle you? Is that why you were poking me?~ Were you just trying to provoke me?~” Izuku joined in the teasing, making his friend blush even more somehow.

“M-maybe… th-that was p-part of it…”

The greenette smirked and scooted away from the arm before pulling Todoroki down, causing the bigger student to land on his side in Izu’s lap, his hand now beside Bakugou, who understood immediately and grabbed it before Todoroki could pull it back or twist away. Izuku laid his arm over Todoroki’s middle as Sero came over and grabbed one of Todoroki’s ankles that was hanging off of the couch, and Iida came over, kneeling down in front of them, and positioned his hand over Todoroki’s belly.

“Now, everyone, why don’t we all show Todoroki our favorite tickle spots?” Izuku said, casually glancing at everyone, who all nodded in agreement.

Todo felt the butterflies fluttering in his (currently-being-threatened-by-Iida) stomach, looking at the others. He’s tickled them enough to know exactly where their favorite spots were. What worried him was that two of them were his worst.

He squeaked a little and pressed his lips shut as he suddenly felt Izuku vibrating his fingers against his ribs, holding back bubbly giggles that threatened to spill.

“My favorite spot is my ribs,” Izu stated the obvious, Todo letting out a little ‘pft-’ at him, but whether that was because he was struggling or because he found Izu stating the obvious like that kinda funny was for him to know.

“Oh, yeah, don’t you start squeaking when we tickle you there?” Bakugou smirked, earning a blush from Izuku.

“Don’t make me tickle you, too, Kacchan…” All Might’s successor muttered.

“Whatever. Four-eyes, your turn,” the atomic blonde turned to Iida, who nodded.

“Well, my favorite spot is my belly,” he said, squeezing Todo’s tum and earning a muffled “MMHMHMPH!!” as he ought to keep from laughing. “Tickling there can be both fun and soothing for me, you know.”

“I’ll have to remember that next time I tickle you~” Sero cooed to his boyfriend who blushed and turned away. “Bakugou, I believe it’s your turn.”

“Right. Well, unknown to all of you extras, my favorite spot is actually my hand,” he demonstrated by scribbling his fingers over Todoroki’s hand, earning a muffled squeal from the student as he felt his composure beginning to break, very muffled giggling escaping his lips.

“Ooh, looks like we’re getting a reaction from Todoroki-kun~” Izu cooed.

“Hmhmhmhmhm-mm m-mm!!” was the response the heterochromatic student had to give.

“Now, I do believe that my favorite spot is my feet. I know, kinda weird, but I can’t help it. Especially riiiiight underneath my to-” “NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! SEHEHERO! NAHAT THERE! ANYWHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!!” Todoroki cut the tape user off with cackling pleas, kicking him in the arm with his free foot.

“There’s that laugh we all know and love!” Izuku cooed, although his teasy tone was barely audible over the dual-quirked student’s loud laughing fit.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IT’S BAHAHAD! SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!”

“Stop kicking me!” Sero merely complained, grabbing his other foot and putting his ankles in a headlock before continuing to dig underneath his toes, pulling more loud laughter from the student.

After a few more minutes of the tickly torture, Bakugou (of all people) shook his head and let up, telling the others to do the same. They listened and let Todoroki go and he curled up on Izuku’s lap and the greenette rubbed his back as Sero got him water.

After a few minutes of giggling and telling the others that they sucked or were the worse, he finally moved off of Izuku’s lap and took a sip of water.

“You ok, Todoroki?” izuku asked, and the bi-colored student nodded.

“Just a little tired. Can we watch a movie?” he asked, and the others nodded and got it ready.

After a while, Todoroki had fallen asleep, Bakugou and Izuku’s arms around him and Sero and Iida cuddling close by. The two childhood friends looked at each other, both smiling softly, both content to stay like this as long as the sleepy student between them wanted.

Even if it was all night.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this was so worth the time I loved every second of writing this and I GOT TO INCLUDE TUM TKLSSSSSSSSSSSSS can you tell those are my fave? And yes, it would appear that this is going to be a series, so if you send in an ask, there’s a chance that I might get the random inspiration to make it a part of this lovely little series here! Anyways, hope you liked it!

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~"You're an idiot, you know that?"~ (Miya X Fem!Reader)

I would die for Miya Chinen

Miya Chinen protection squad, let us assemble.

He's too precious for this world.

Uh but anyway I'm hyperfixating on this show and Miya really bad so have this scenario that I whipped up rather quickly.

(Warning: A bit of foul language!)

Word count: 1.1k

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It had always surprised you that the people and competitors in the S community welcomed you with open arms. You weren’t a skateboarder, you knew next to nothing about the sport but they accepted as their own.

You always felt like you had a home among the many members of the community, they had always been so nice to you. Though you wanted to believe that this was because they were just nice and welcoming people, you knew this most likely wasn’t true, (except for maybe Reki and Langa). The real answer was most likely due to the fact that you were Miya Chinen’s girlfriend. You only found yourself at S to support him and his endeavors but truth be told you had grown to love it there.

Though the Miya you knew seemed to be completely different from the one the other skateboarders knew. He was such a kind and sweet soul to you, but it seemed the other skaters didn’t think of him as such.

It was almost a weekly activity to join him a few times at night to the old mines S was located in. He’d take a small break from the skating scene to walk with you towards the starting line, your fingers intertwined as you walked together. Though during these times his attention was never focused on you, instead he would survey the crowd and try to get a read on his ‘competition’. But you didn’t mind, just being able to hold his hand was enough for you.

But sooner rather than later you had to let go of the warmth that always radiated from him and step aside so that he could race. You’d take your normal spot next to Langa and Reki and watch the show begin.

Tonight was just like any other. The stroll to the starting line, the sit down and cheer with Reki and Langa, and then joining Shadow at the finish line to welcome him with the normal hugs, pats on the back and kisses (only from you of course, though you wouldn’t deny Reki had indeed tried to slip one on the younger boys cheek to mock him, which didn’t end well for the older boy).

“Oh wow, look at him go, the dude’s got him cornered! I haven’t seen anyone corner Miya like this since the race with Langa!”

As usual Reki was practically foaming at the mouth as he watched the two skate, most likely itching to be racing right alongside them.

“You really think so?”

You were just as entranced on the screen as Reki. you really hadn’t seen Miya struggle with a win like this since his race with Langa. You could see Langa staring at the two of you out of the corner of your eye. He looked rather surprised, maybe he thought differently then the two of you. You slowly leaned yourself backwards to rest on a crate behind you. You weren’t particularly worried. Miya was one of the best, and everyone knew it. He would pull through in the end, he always did.

“Ugh this is so lame.” Your interest was piqued as you heard another man speak to a group a few feet away from you. “This is all so bs. That kid is only good because he cheats to win.”

You could feel your blood boiling just at hearing the allegations these men were throwing about your boyfriend. Your body tensed and you slightly stood yourself back upwards and continued to listen.

“Like that time he raced Shadow. There’s no way he could’ve won without some kind of cheating. He’s probably getting in the poor dudes head right now as we speak.”

“What the hell.”

With all of your patience gone you stormed your way towards the men, unbeknownst to the rest of your group of friends. You weren’t going to let them get away with tarnishing Miya like that, especially when he wasn’t here to defend himself.

“(Y/N) it looks like he’s pulling ahead! I think he’s gonna win this!”

Upon not hearing a response from you Reki glanced to his side and a wave of panic hit him. Oh god where were you!? He was so so so dead if he lost you in this crowd.

“What the hell did you say to me you little bitch!?”

The shouting beside him was the key indicator for where you went. A long sigh escaped his lips, all focus on the race now gone and he practically sprinted towards you, Langa following as well.

“I said to take back what you said! Miya doesn’t cheat, he never has you jackass!”

“Oh you’re asking for it kid!”

You were so blinded with your own emotions you hadn’t even considered the possibility of danger, but now here it was right in front of you as this man wound his fist, ready to attack and you could do nothing but cower and brace yourself for impact.

“(Y/N)!”

The hit never came. Instead it was the sound of wheels grinding to a halt and a brush of wind past you. You slowly but surely opened one of your eyes to get a glimpse at what had just saved you, only to be greeted by a familiar green sweater and black hair.

Miya had managed to place himself in between the two of you, board raised slightly above his head so that the man's fist clashed rather harshly into the wood of the bottom. If looks could kill this man would have been dead a hundred times over. He wanted to speak, he wanted to cuss this man out, to give him what he deserved but a small tug at his clothes brought him back to his senses and he turned rather quickly to face you.

Reki had already stepped in to deal with the man Miya had fended off so he had nothing left to worry about but you. His board clashed to the floor and his hand instinctively fell to your cheeks, gently caressing and examining every inch of your face. His emerald orbs shone with nothing but worry and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you alright!? He didn’t hurt you did he?”

“No, no I’m okay Miya.” Your hand fell to rest on top of his in an attempt to reassure the poor boy. He was probably just as frightened as you after all. “Thanks to you.”

You could see a small dust of pink form on his cheeks before a small sigh escaped him and he moved one of his hands to instead run his fingers through your hair, eyes still full of concern. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

A small giggle escaped your lips and you moved your wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace. A small hum of satisfaction escaped him as he moved his free hand to wrap around your waist and continue to play with your hair, it had always been rather soothing to him.

“But who’s idiot am I?”

The blush on his cheeks worsened still but he responded, voice barely above a whisper as he placed a sweet kiss to the top of your head. “Mine…”

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treesnutsandleaveswrites · 3 years

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Night on the Town

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: After the mission, you all head to Coruscant to the Clone bar 79’s; part 4 to my bad batch polyam series

Warning: discussion about sex, flirting, jealousy

Word Count: 2185

A/N: Made a masterlist for my works, it's pinned on my profile

pt iii, pt v

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You sat in the cockpit, reviewing the recent data you got from the mission. It was nice and quiet on the ship as you made your way back to Kamino.

“Ugh! Are there any upcoming missions?!” Wrecker groaned as he walked into the cockpit.

“Not that I’ve been notified of.” You explained. “Great! Let’s go to 79’s!”

You looked at the boys with a confused look, “79’s?”

Tech sighed, “It’s a bar on Coruscant where most of the Clone Troopers go to cool down after missions.”

“That sounds fun. We should go. Especially after this mission.” You suggested.

They all looked at each other before nodding and dispersing to other parts of the ship.

Hunter took your hand gently and led you out of the cockpit. He sat down in the main section of the ship and looked down at his hands. Wrecker settled in one of the bunks, immediately knocking out, and Crosshair was in his compartment. You looked at Hunter and sat next to him, grabbing his hands gently.

“What is it?” You whispered, so no to overstimulate his senses. He turned to you and reached to cup your face before taking a moment to look into your eyes. Worry started to pool in the pit of your stomach which Hunter could sense, so he shook his head.

“I’m alright, cyar’ika. Really…”

It was nowhere near convincing, so you moved closer and placed your lips against his. It must have felt extremely relieving to him because he sighed into your lips and pulled you onto his lap. His lips then started to trail away from yours and found the skin of your neck. Even if you have been with the batch for nearly a year now, you were still in the early stages of your relationship with all of them. The subject of intimacy and sex life never really came up due to the interruption of work. You didn’t want to stop him, but knew you couldn’t continue. You grabbed his shoulders gently before pushing him back against the back of the seat and looking at him. He was panting softly and holding your hips.

“Sorry…” He whispered.

You didn’t know what to say while caressing the tattooed side of his face. Multiple thoughts started to reel through your mind which you wanted to relay to him. You looked towards the direction of the cockpit and called out.

“Tech! How long until we’re in Coruscant’s star system?”

“An hour, maybe more! I don’t want to waste the fuel on a lightspeed jump!”

You nodded and stood, holding out your hand. Hunter took it and you pulled him into the cockpit.

“Wait here…”

You rushed out of the cockpit and stood next to Wrecker’s bunk. He always took the top bunk, so you stepped on the bottom one and held yourself up with his own.

“Wreck… darling?”

He grunted before opening his eyes, “Yes, ad'ika?”

“Can we talk in the cockpit? Wait for me there, okay?”

He grunted in response and got down when you moved from his space, going up the ladder of the shooter’s chair. You found Crosshair leaning against the wall and examining one of his blasters.

“Cross…” You whispered, which caused him to turn his head to you, “Can… can you come join us in the cockpit? I want to talk about something.”

He gave you a short nod before you moved back to the cockpit with him behind you. The other boys were talking amongst themselves, obviously confused with why you wanted to gather them together. You entered and Crosshair leaned against the wall next to the threshold. Tech offered you a seat at the front of the cockpit and the rest of them averted their attention to you. You looked down at your hands, feeling the tension grow stronger.

“I… I wanted to talk about us.”

“How so, mesh’la?”

You started to get flustered and tried not to choke on your words, “I-I know we have been together for almost a year and I wanted to talk about… um…” You felt your face start to heat up more, “Dank farrik.” You cussed quietly, causing the boys to chuckle.

“It’s alright, ad'ika. Take your time.”

You nodded and hummed, “Umm, I wanted to talk about… becoming intimate?”

The boys looked at each other, shocked by the words that just left your lips. This caused you to sigh and turn away.

“Sorry, sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything-”

“No, no, mesh’la. It’s alright.” Hunter took hold of your shoulders and crouched to meet your eyes, “We’ve… we’ve actually talked about this also.”

“You have?”

“Yes, but we were unsure how to approach you about this.” Tech admitted.

“Oh…” You sat back as Hunter stood up and looked at the others.

“We didn’t know if you preferred to talk about it individually, or if you wanted to talk as a group, but now we’re here.”

You nodded and cleared your throat, “Do… do you want me all at once or-”

“We don’t want to pressure you, ad’ika. If you want to start with us individually, you can.”

“Have you… have you done this before?”

“Well… we’ve had our share of lovers but never have shared one before you.”

You nodded, “Okay.”

“And we have been in group things with one or two brothers before, but not all of us together.”

“Ah.” You whispered, feeling smaller than before.

“And what about you, cyare?” Echo chimed, “Have you been with anyone?”

You blushed and looked down at your hands, fiddling with them nervously. It took each of them a moment before realizing what you were implying. No one really knew what to say, but then Wrecker spoke up.

“We don’t want to pressure you to choose who you’d like to... do it with first. And we’ll try not to be upset with who you choose.” Wrecker said as gently as he could. The other boys nodded and looked at you as your eyes scanned the room. Crosshair was still leaning against the wall, no change in facial or words coming from his lips. However, when you looked at him, his eyes quickly looked away. This must have meant he had something on his mind, but you weren’t going to make him tell you at the moment. You stood and looked at your lovers.

“Thank you so much for being so understanding.”

“Of course, mesh’la.”

Everyone dispersed and went back to whatever they were doing. You placed yourself in front of one of the ship’s computers and decided to look some things up. Some time passed and your eyes started to hurt from the brightness of the display. You then got up, decided to stretch your legs, and stepped on the seats to get something from the small storage compartment. As you were stepping down, a pair of hands grabbed your waist to help you. You turned once you were back on the floor and saw Crosshair. The both of you looked deeply into each other's eyes, not speaking; however, you knew he had some things to say. You gestured to the seats next to you which caused him to nod and sit with you.

“What… what do you think? Y’know, of what we discussed?”

He took a moment before speaking lowly, “I agree with the others. We won’t pressure you into choosing who you’d like to be intimate with first,” He hesitated before continuing, “I… I have had thoughts about you. About us…”

You bit your bottom lip and nodded before smiling, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to figure things out together. Luckily, we have some time off. Maybe something will happen on Coruscant…” He looked at you for a second before nodding. You kissed the corner of his lips gently then let him walk off to his compartment.

The Havoc Marauder landed in Coruscant at one of the local hangars. You held Wrecker’s hand as all of you walked out of the hangar and looked over Coruscant.

“Let’s get a car and head to 79’s.” Hunter suggested, heading to another part of the hangar. There was a small garage that let people rent out speeder bikes and other vehicles of transportation. A skiff was rented since you were a big group, and you all headed to 79’s.

You walked into the bar and looked around, seeing many clone troopers and some other different customers. Tech took your hand before leading you to a booth big enough to seat the six of you. Even if the place was mainly full of clones, it was a fairly new atmosphere for you. People were yelling, laughing, and even singing: though it wasn’t any good. It was entirely different from when the clones would spend their free time on Kamino, which was mostly for training or eating in the mess hall.

Tech stood and looked at the lot of you, “I’m going to get us a round of drinks. Your usuals, brothers?”

They nodded and then he looked to you, “Anything for you, darling?”

“Um… something not too strong, please.”

Once he went to the bar, the others sat quietly. You looked around, and recognized most of the other clones. Even if they had the same face, you can tell them apart individually from certain physical marks and mannerisms. Someone called your name from across the bar so you turned. It was Noco with a few others from his squadron. The boys groaned while rolling their eyes, which made you laugh gently before greeting him as he walked over to your table.

“I didn’t know you came here!” He grinned.

“First time. Do you come here often?”

“Of course. I’m always near the temple in case any of the jedi masters need help.”

That was one thing Noco seemed to always talk about. The Jedi. You didn’t blame his enthusiasm, but it was starting to get tedious.

“That sounds amazing, Noco. I-” You stopped when you looked over to the bar to see Tech being fondled over by some random woman, “I… just want to relax with my squadron for now. It was nice seeing you and I hope we can catch up on Kamino when we aren’t drinking.”

Noco laughed, “Of course!” He then walked back to his friends and they ordered a round of drinks. Your eyes then immediately averted back to Tech. The woman had her hands nearly everywhere and you could feel yourself start to burn a hole into her with your eyes.

“Mesh’la? What’s wrong?” Echo looked over to where you were looking, realizing why you were so distracted. He smirked and nudged Hunter. He also looked before patting Crosshair’s shoulder to relay the situation at hand. Wrecker had been busy ordering some food for you all at the other side of the bar. As you were still looking at the woman and Tech, Hunter spoke.

“Tech! Why don’t you bring your friend over!”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at Hunter, who sat back and shrugged, but a sly smile formed on his lips. Tech walked over with the tray of drinks and the woman by his side.

“Friends, this is Ky’ari. She lives around these parts.”

The boys shook hands with her while introducing themselves. Tech took a seat next to Crosshair and she leaned over his shoulder. You clenched your hand closed which caused your knuckles to turn almost white. Crosshair saw this and a small smirk reached his mouth.

“This is our communications officer: Lodestar.” He introduced.

“Lodestar, what a funny name.” Ky’ari smiled,

“It’s a nickname.” You managed to get out. The heat in your chest and throat started to rise and you wanted to spit venom at this woman.

“What’s an officer like you hanging around here for?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” You downed your drink, “You’re such a pretty woman, should be all over those holoboards outside.”

“I like the company.”

“Well there’s plenty of that here. And lucky you, they look the same so you don’t have to learn their names.” You shrugged, leaning back and looking at the boys, “Almost all of them have the same body and stamina anyways.”

It was Crosshair and Hunter’s turn to have sour faces due to being compared to all the regs in the bar. Wrecker made his way back with a tray full of food and laughed.

“Sorry about that! Couldn’t find my credit holder!”

The woman’s eyes lit up seeing Wrecker, but an idea popped up in your head.

“Here, Wreck, let me give you some more room. May I?” You gestured to his lap and he grinned before nodding.

You moved and gently hummed, “Well, let’s all try to have a nice night and relax.” You picked up a piece of food and popped it into your mouth.

Wrecker was enjoying the food also while the other boys looked at you. Each one of them had a hint of jealousy behind their eyes. It wasn’t long before the woman was distracted by a different clone and left all of you alone. You knew you were going to be in for a long night.

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