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kingsoowolves · 1 month ago

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constant | s. es

pairing: Best friend!Eunseok x fem!reader

word count: 9.2k

author's note: This has been sitting in my drafts for a while because I desperately wanna give it a part two, but I don't have the timeeeeeeee :( so if you like this, pretty please tell me and put your foot on my butt so I write it :) Inspired by nothing else but my sick twisted mind full of angst. Hope you enjoy!

contents: Best friends turned to friends with benefits turned to (awkward) best friends again turned to ?????? Angst, semi smut (as in descriptions of first time having sex + heavy make out session with grindind and feeling each other up), and more angst because I'm crazy. Eunseok has a girlfriend on the latter part of this, so there's cheating involved (trigger warning). Reader's father dies when she's very young (more trigger warning). Other riize members + random idols mentioned for worldbuilding. No happy ending (for now).

you can also read this work on my ao3, if you'd like

For as long as you can remember, Song Eunseok has been a constant in your life.

Some of your oldest memories are from when you were around six and, by then, you already spent most of your afternoons on playdates with the boy next door and his mom.

Your mother recounts the day you’ve met when you were both five-year-olds with elaborate detail. After your dad’s sudden death scarred your lives, you moved into a far place where nobody knew you. The day you settled in your new house, your mom took you for a stroll around the neighborhood to get to know the area and you ended up in a playground packed with kids from all ages.

According to her, you were the one who approached Eunseok. He was a shy boy playing by himself on the sand box with his toy rocket ship when you came over, hair in pigtails with pink ribbons and a gap between your teeth from losing your first baby tooth only a week prior, your face eclipsing the sunlight that hit his forehead. Your mom says that when he looked up, anyone could tell he had just found something brighter than the sun to beam over him.

Or at least that’s what she likes to say to get you both flustered now that you’re young adults.

Nevertheless, since that day you’ve been attached at the hip and it was clear that your bright outspoken personality complemented his quiet observant one. Although the contrast sometimes was a bit too much for people. Sunshine extroverted girl running around with brooding introverted boy? It made no sense for them. When you started getting older and others’ comments and side-eyes got progressively worse, you showed everyone how you could be the cross one if they pushed too far. You spent a lot of time kicking shins and pulling heads full of hair from the boys that bullied Eunseok and the girls who talked bad behind his back just because he was timid. You also talked back to any adult who dared to make a nasty comment about your friendship. By the time you reached middle school, everyone in your little town knew not to mess with you or your friend.

Finally, you were free to play and be with Eunseok to your heart’s content, without having to worry about snide remarks that could upset him. Now you could enjoy your time with your best friend from the whole wide world and not care what people think, because for once they were not announcing it to you. It made the connection between you two much stronger.

You constantly reminisce of days spent with him, learning everything there was to know about each other.

The first thing you learnt about Eunseok was how much he likes the universe. He told you everything about it — how old it is, what it is made of, what humanity knows and does not know about it. He told you scientific discoveries and theories, recited every galaxy, planet, meteorite he could remember the name of and filled your days with interesting facts and anecdotes about his passion. Every word out of his mouth would make you gawk, both because of how amazing it all sounded and because you couldn’t believe he was able to gather that much information at such a young age.

When you’d talk about your future selves, you always wished to become something plain and silly as any girl would say, like an actress or an idol, but Eunseok dreamed of greater professions. He wanted to be an astronaut, an aerospace engineer, an astrophysicist, a project manager. Sometimes you’d feel small and pathetic from how big his dreams were compared to yours. But it was your own mind’s fault, never Eunseok’s. He never viewed you as any less than him just because you had differing interests and specially never made you feel stupid for being a girl.

Eunseok took interest in your hobbies. He let you play dress up with him, loving the cute Sanrio hair pins you put on his head and complimenting you on your make up skills once you were done and he looked at himself in the mirror. He listened to you talk for hours about your favorite artists and retell him the plot of the latest drama you were watching with your mom. He became a fan of anime because of you and you started binge-watching a bunch together. He listened to your music and even made you a personal playlist of your favorite artists one day. And he was also the one who accompanied you to their concerts, buying you merch and sticking by your side, laughing whilst you screamed your lungs out for the people on stage.

Getting to know Eunseok and spending time with him was the best part of your days and when people finally stopped disturbing you about your friendship, you had more time to spend with each other. Though you were so relieved about it that you didn’t prepare yourself for the next big change — high school.

Puberty and hormones are a funny thing. One day your best friend is the rejected loner nerd everybody seems to look down on. The next day he’s the cute sexy boy-with-thick-framed-glasses that everyone is looking at.

You and Eunseok were never ready for the kind of attention he started to receive in your second year of high school. His once perpetually empty desk nook was now filled to the brim with chocolates on Valentine’s Day and notes with declaration of love. Girls suffered when they didn’t get a gift back from him on White Day and suddenly, without your consent, everybody appointed you as Eunseok’s personal messenger, handing over confessions' letters for him during lectures or even dropping them inside your locker or backpack when you weren’t looking. You hand delivered every single one of them to him, complaining about it the whole time, just to watch him read the contents of each letter and then rip them apart, throwing them in the nearest trash can. Whenever you stared at the shreds of paper inside the bin for a second too long, Eunseok grabbed your wrist and pulled you along to walk out the school's hallways with him.

You were always wondering if he liked the attention or not, but you never asked him about it and you’re sure he would never admit it even if that was the case.

Another thing that you wondered about was what the fuck all the girls abruptly started seeing in him. Up until then, you were the only one who knew how special Eunseok was. But that was because you saw something in him on that first day at the playground nobody else did and you spent years actually growing together with him. You knew Eunseok was a kind soul, a helpful friend and an overall amazing guy, but that was because he let you in.

The girls who were flocking behind him didn’t know that he preferred a mango Melona over a watermelon one. Or that he always double knotted his shoelaces and insisted on you doing the same every time you tripped over your shoes. Or that whenever you came back home together, he waited for you to get inside your house and lock the door before going to his home right beside it. They didn’t know he used to help your mom whenever your car had a mechanical problem or that he tasted every single one of your failed baking recipes, no matter how bad they were. They didn’t know he cooked whole meals with his mother and took care of their garden with his father. Or that whenever your mother took the night shift at the hospital, he made you a lunchbox for dinner and for breakfast. They didn’t know he always grabbed you a strawberry milk at the school’s canteen when they were close to running out. Or that when your first boyfriend broke up with you barely two weeks after you started dating, he comforted and hugged you for hours while you cried in his arms. Or that when you told him you didn’t know if the few memories you have of your father were real or just fabricated from old pictures, videos and stories your mother tells you, he comforted you by saying that your heart remembers him and that was what mattered.

They didn’t know he loved dad jokes and would hit you with them at least three times a day, making you roll your eyes and laugh with every new one out of his mouth. They didn’t know his gruff voice turned soft and airy when he sang and that, on starry nights, he laid by your side on your backyard lawn and talked about all the constellations in the night sky over your heads. They didn’t even know how athletic he actually was and about how you both went to Sungchan’s house every Wednesday after class where Eunseok proceeded to kick Sungchan’s ass at basketball while you watched and sipped on your bubble tea.

You knew Eunseok, those girls didn’t.

They only saw a hint of a stubble on his jaw and his shoulders getting broader one day and decided he was finally worth the attention when you knew of this fact since day one.

And the possibility that any of those desperate tramps could ever get to know him like you did made your stomach churn. Eunseok’s response to them just bugged you further. He never responded to any advances, but never outright rejected them either. He seemed apathetic about it, and maybe that should’ve told you something, but you couldn’t figure it out now and much less when you were sixteen.

Fortunately, after a while, those girls stopped humiliating themselves looking for the attention he never gave them and things more or less went back to normal, with them labeling him as a pretentious loser and going back to their stupid lives. And you had him all to yourself again.

The next time your relationship with Eunseok changed only happened in the winter break before your last year of school and it was provoked by you. You still don’t know why you did what you did. Maybe it was the hormones. Maybe it was the small list of guys that had already broken your heart by then. Maybe it was just the fear of going to college as a still inexperienced and never desired eighteen-year-old. Maybe it was because you were afraid of the near future, of a life without Eunseok coming just around the corner.

You knew that once you finished high school, he would probably study in Seoul or maybe even go abroad. The life in your little town would never be enough for him. He was too intelligent and dedicated to his studies to not aim high. And you would just stay behind, because you couldn’t bear the thought of leaving your mom alone in the world and because you were never a good student anyway. The thing with being extroverted is that it can land you many contacts, but they won’t mean a thing if you don’t have the qualifications to back them up. Either way, you were stuck there. Eunseok would fly and you would just watch and cheer for him from afar. So you needed something to hold on to, something to completely mark the memories you had together forever.

All you remember is that you were huddled together inside his room, on your weekly movie night, watching an anime Eunseok loved for the thousandth time and you got distracted by his eyelashes, how they softly pressed the skin under his waterline anytime he blinked, how the blue glow from the TV made they seem a tone lighter and smooth to the touch, and how desperately you needed to feel them with your fingertips. Next, you stared at his eyebrows, thick and designed and really pretty. Really really pretty. Like all of him. Then, while he was laughing about something in the movie, you raised your hand as if to mindlessly touch his brows because it was like they were calling to you, but Eunseok caught your wrist mid-movement, pulling back before you could graze his skin.

He gasped and looked at you with wide eyes and you asked him the most ridiculous question that ever came out of your mouth.

“Seok, will you be my first?” You said.

He didn’t ask what you meant, because he knew exactly what you were talking about. He didn’t ask if you were serious, because he knew you were. He didn’t ask if you were sure, because he also knew you were. Because he knew you. One look at your face and he could see the sincerity dripping from your whole being.

“Yes,” he replied a half second later. And then he pulled you in for a kiss.

You would like to say that you kept your calm through all of it, that you didn’t feel shaken or nauseated with nerves and that you did everything exactly like the magazines guided, like your friends talked about when telling their experiences, like the spicy videos you watched late at night showed, like the romantic movies made it seem. You’d like to say that you kissed Eunseok with certainty, that you took off your clothes sensually and that you grabbed his cock the right way.

But Eunseok’s bedroom would beg to differ. The laptop on his study desk saw how your lips faltered over his skin and overheard your frenzied mind wondering if you were doing everything right. His calendar snickered at you while your t-shirt got stuck on your earring on its way off your body and how you fumbled to free the fabric and almost ripped your ear off. The posters on his walls watched your trembling fingers struggling with the buckle on his belt for thirty seconds until Eunseok took pity on you and unfastened it himself. The clock beside his TV looked at your expectant eyes when he deposited kisses on the valley between your breasts and continued going down, down, down. When his fingers inside you were unexpectedly precise in driving you to your first peak and you asked him if he had done that before, the lamp on his nightstand listened to the sound of your disappointed gasp after he said “Yes”. His sheets felt the nervous tugs of your hand whilst you pumped Eunseok’s dick in an unsteady rhythm and at an awkward angle with your other hand. His bed frame picked up on your hoarse moans once he finally slid into you, sounds that only grew louder and raspier with each drive of his hips forward. His mattress could testify to how slick you got in between your legs and about the mess you left behind. His books eavesdropped on you promising to each other in between whimpers that it was only a one time thing, never to happen again, and that it wouldn’t change your friendship. And once your joint orgasm took over you both, the stars stickers on his ceiling shined bright right at your wrecked and fucked out face.

After, when your head was laying on Eunseok’s chest and he started to snore, you reached out and touched his eyebrows and lashes, brushing against them one by one while an indescribable feeling took over you.

You’d also like to say that you kept your promise or that at least you tried to keep it, but two days later you both found ourselves in the same compromising position — naked and on his bed. By the start of the school year, you were meeting up almost everyday and fucking at least for three days out of the week.

Being with Eunseok like that showed you a whole new side of him. Of course he still took care of you in every way possible, but he stopped being so nice and gentle all the time. There was no space for tenderness when he was too busy fucking you from behind, tweaking your peaked nipples, thrusting his cock into your mouth until you gagged on it, collecting your drool to use as lubricant, curling his fingers deep inside you, telling you how much he loved your cunt and begging you to cum for him. But you preferred it this way. You could take his rough fucking.

What you couldn’t handle were the soft moments in between, when he brushed your sweaty hair back and gazed deeply into your eyes, and when he asked in his softest voice if you were feeling good — if he was the reason you felt so good —, and when he told you how much he liked you and how perfect you were for him, and when he admitted he thought about you two like that for so long, and when he murmured sweet words to you like a prayer, and when he caressed your skin as if you were a goddess and he was your faithful servant.

What you really couldn’t handle was Eunseok’s confession three months later. The look on his face when you replied to his "I love you" with “You deserve someone better than me” will haunt you forever. You had never seen him put on his clothes and storm out of your room so fast before.

After that night, you didn’t hook up again and things turned awkward. But Eunseok was still a kind soul, a helpful friend and an overall amazing guy. All he gave you was three weeks of complete radio silence — no texts, no calls, no extracurricular meetings, not even a glance your way during classes. You even stopped going to and coming back from school together. And then on one sunny Tuesday, when you were on your way home in the afternoon, he trailed behind you and eventually your footsteps fell side by side. Eunseok didn’t say a thing whilst your sneakers pressed against the pavement at the same rhythm. You also didn’t dare to speak a single word, afraid any sound would scare him away.

Once you pulled up in front of your neighboring houses he picked some papers from inside his backpack and handed them to you.

“I took a copy of my notes from Calculus III. For that exam on Friday,” he explained.

You grabbed the sheets of paper and looked at his carefully crafted handwriting photocopied on them, how it was gentle and soft like almost everything he did. You looked up at him and asked, “Why are you giving me this?

He shrugged. “Thought you might need it.”

“Does this mean we are friends again?” You asked, your voice hopeful and unsure.

“You’ll always be my best friend, Y/N,” he said and his words carried a sorrow that pained your heart deeply.

Then he turned, climbed the three steps of his front porch and entered his house. He didn’t wait for you to get inside your home and lock the door like he used to. He just left you there. You felt relieved that he put himself over you at least once. Even if it was also his way of forgiving you.

It took a while for you to feel comfortable with each other again. And even still, it wasn’t the same as before. You had to find a new normal.

The new normal came with not having Eunseok doing so many nice things to you. He didn’t let you get the last pizza slice anymore or save you a seat on school’s assemblies you always got late to. Your once duo movie nights turned into something you’d do with a group of friends, at least one other person to ease the obvious tension still lingering in between you. And that’s when group gatherings, either going out with friends or meeting at someone’s house, became even more common. Because being alone with him in an enclosed space was definitely off limits. You needed to fill all the space in between you with people and things so there wouldn't be any left for thoughts and feelings.

The new normal also included saying goodbye to Eunseok at the end of the year. He ended up enrolled at Pusan National University’s science program and you stayed at your town studying tourism in a local uni. His college was still close to your town, it was only one hour and ten minutes drive from your house to his dorm, maybe one and a half if there was traffic. And he came home every other weekend, where you’d often meet and be your childhood selves together again. Still, not having him part of your everyday life hurt you more than you thought it would.

Then, two months after your second year at college started, he showed up at your house late on a Friday night, all merry and giddy. You immediately knew something was up.

“I have to tell you something,” he said under the light of your entryway while he took off his shoes.

“What is it?” You asked, taking a step back to prepare yourself for the news.

“I have a girlfriend,” he whispered, breaking your heart in a million pieces.

Her name is Sian and she is everything you aren’t — lovable, smart, caring, and with the same interests as Eunseok.

When he brought her home one weekend, she was warm and kind. She talked to you as if you were a close friend and apparently did not care a bit that you, another woman, are Eunseok’s best friend. Also, she makes Eunseok grin like no one else does and you’re grateful for that, because his smiles are hard to come by ever since that night you told him he deserves someone better. Turns out he did find someone better. And you can’t even hate her because she is a truly good person. But you do envy her.

That’s what you’re doing right now, envying Sian. It’s movie night and Eunseok is at your room, the both of you together and alone again after so many years, courtesy of Sungchan, Chaeryeong and Wonbin blowing you off to warm themselves up at a winter break party rather than hide at home under the blankets. It feels both awkward and familiar to be here with him, mostly because Eunseok is supposed to be watching the movie with you. You are supposed to be watching the movie, too, but you’re stuck observing him from the corner of your eye for fifteen minutes while he smiles and types away at his phone, texting his girlfriend. Said girlfriend who is currently traveling around France with her parents and bombing Eunseok’s phone with photos of her smiling prettily under the Eiffel Tower, in front of the Louvre, at Champs-Élysées. You don’t know why she takes so many photos. You don’t know why Eunseok has to react to every single one of them with a heart emoji and tell her how beautiful she looks. But you suppose that when you're pretty and rich and go to expensive places and have a caring boyfriend, that’s what happens. Not that you’d know any of that.

The thing is, envying Sian is not new to you. You’ve become used to it. It's quite easy to do it, actually. Because she has everything whilst you have nothing. She has money, beauty, intelligence and love. She has loyal friends and good people by her side. She has a balanced family and absolutely no childhood trauma from what you can tell. She definitely has some procedures on her face and her teeth are so perfect and bright it hurts your eyes. And she has an alive father, one that would for sure make a lovely father-in-law for Eunseok one day. Because she also has Eunseok.

And you like Sian. You really like her. But you can’t stand another minute of Eunseok not paying attention to anything that isn’t her – not paying attention to you.

“Seok, you’re not watching the movie,” you finally say after putting up with his constant texting for the last fifteen minutes.

He looks at you for a beat and puts his phone face down over his stomach, eyes shifting back to the laptop screen glowing in front of you both. “Sorry.”

He stays like that for a while, but then his phone vibrates and its screen glows and he picks it up again, spending another few minutes typing.

You shift uncomfortably on the far corner of your bed, the space between you and Eunseok as wide as the emotional distance you both created. “Eunseok, come on,” you whine, turning to him. “Are you for real right now?”

He doesn’t even glance your way this time, choosing to remain focused on whatever message he’s writing. “Sorry, I’m just texting Sian,” he says, as if you don’t know it already.

You sigh. “I know, but can’t you do it another time?”

“No. We haven’t been able to talk for a few days because of the time zones’ difference. And right now we’re both free and awake,” he explains.

His answer shoots an arrow straight through your chest. “Except you’re not free,” you remind him, your voice getting a tone higher. “You’re busy watching a movie with me!”

“Well, I need a couple minutes to talk with my girlfriend!” He counters.

“It’s been a couple minutes, alright? It’s been a few minutes, actually!”

“Y/N, I really don’t get what the problem is,” he says, finally looking at you again, seeming exasperated.

“The problem is you’re not watching the freaking movie!” You exclaim, feeling annoyed yourself.

He has the audacity to roll his eyes at you and turn back to his phone. “We watched this movie a billion times already.”

“It’s our favorite movie!” You say through gritted teeth, feeling offended.

“And we watched it a billion times before,” he repeats with a condescending tone, like he’s talking to a dumb kid. “My point still stands.”

“Well, if that’s how it’s gonna be,” you start, shutting the laptop down. You crawl down the bed and carry it with you before flicking your light back on, beyond yourself with anger. “Then movie night is over!” You finish, reaching for your study desk and putting your laptop on it with a little too much force.

Eunseok rubs at his eyes for a moment, the sudden clarity obviously affecting his vision as much as it’s affecting yours, but you’re too busy being mad to care for it.

Once he’s done adjusting his eyes, he comes back to the argument. “Oh God, it’s just a movie. You are so dramatic!”

His words only hurt you more. “If I’m so dramatic, why don’t you go back to your home and never look at me again since that’s what you prefer anyway?”

Eunseok stares at you for a second, then blinks. “What?”

“I said if I’m so dramatic—”

“No, no, no,” he interrupts you, flinging himself from the bed and tossing his phone at your nightstand in a single move. “I heard what you said, but what the fuck do you mean about it?”

You cross your arms, still defensive and livid. “Oh, come on, Eunseok! You don’t talk with me anymore. I know nothing about your life except for when you’re speaking about Sian. And that is all you talk about — Sian, Sian, Sian, all the fucking time. You never make time for us. And when by a chance we do have the opportunity to spend some time together, again you’re talking with her? You don’t pay attention to me and you don’t fucking care anymore! So if you don’t want my friendship, just say it and go away! We can be done and over with it!”

“Where did you get the idea that I don’t care about you? If I didn’t care, why would I be here?” He says, tips of his ears and apple of his cheeks getting red.

“But you’re not here!” You yell, moving a little towards him and slamming your hand on your dresser. A few of your personal items on it shake and fall. “You haven’t been here for a while now. You’re not present in this friendship anymore. We don’t talk, we don’t go out, we don’t stay in together. We never do anything just the two of us. We’re never alone and never together, not truly. And even when we’re with other people, your mind is also elsewhere all the time. Everything just feels empty and superficial between us.”

Eunseok’s face gets redder with each word you utter and when you’re finished he spats at you, “And whose fault is that, Y/N? Who the fuck ruined everything between us?”

“Oh, so now you’re ready to talk about it?” You question, taking a step in his direction and crossing your arms. “Not gonna act like a coward and pretend nothing happened like usual?”

He also starts to walk towards you. “I’m a coward? You’re the one who walked away from us because you were too afraid of taking a chance!”

“And I regret it everyday!” You exclaim. “I get that I hurt you, Eunseok. I get that, okay? But also, I just miss us!” Your throat tightens and your voice starts to get shaky and heavy, all thanks to your upcoming tears. “I miss you! I miss you so freaking bad!”

It’s then that you start to cry, overcome with guilt and remorse, tears flowing from your eyes and cascading on your flushed face.

Eunseok’s temper tones down at your reaction and he takes a step back to assess your state. When the tears don’t stop after a few seconds, he looks at you with sorrow in his eyes. “Y/N,” he says, voice soft and understanding.

You press the heels of your hands into your eyes and turn away at him, hiding from the pity in his gaze by leaning your head against the wall. Your arm accidentally bumps against the light switch when you do it and the room darkens around you.

It’s quiet for a while. Just the sound of your sobs and hiccups and Eunseok’s ragged breath near the bed. You can hear that he’s trying to calm himself down, taking deep breaths in and out. Then you hear the noise of his sock-covered foot sliding across your floor, informing you he’s taking a hesitant step toward you. After that one, comes a new step. And another. And one more. And after a couple more, you feel his presence a hair’s breadth away from you. It’s warm and inviting and it takes everything in you not to lean back against it.

But you don’t have to, because a moment later he’s closing the distance. His arms cross over the front of your stomach, his chest meets your back and his chin rests on the crown of your head. He’s enveloping you in a hug from behind, over and under you. His scent invades your nostrils – clean softener, cedar wood and a touch of the citrus hand cream you gave him weeks prior. It feels suffocating in the best way possible. You don’t want him to ever let you go.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighs. “I had no idea you felt like that.” He tightens his arms around you and continues. “I miss you, too. I miss you so much.”

“I didn’t know,” you stutter. “You never told me.”

“Yeah, I guess we’re both losers with a communication problem, right?” He says with a chuckle, his chest trembling against your back. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” you sob, shaking your head. “Seok, I’m so sorry. For so many things.”

“Yeah?” He asks, pulling some hair away from the side of your face and snuggling his head on your shoulder. “Can you look at me and say that to my face, though?”

“Seok,” you whine, feeling guilty and vulnerable.

“Please?” He asks in a melodic voice. You can feel his breath right at your pulse and it takes everything in you not to ask him to kiss you. “I need to see your face to know that you really mean it.”

You sigh deeply, still ashamed, but does as he says. You do it slowly though. First you back away from the wall and pull your hands from your eyes, blinking at the shift from a complete blackout to the darkness of your room, still illuminated by the soft light of the hallway infiltrating from your half open door. Then you hastily clean a few tears from your face and brush your hair down, flicking it over your shoulders and trying to look like less of a hot mess. Only then you turn around to Eunseok and he lets his hands drift from the front of your stomach to your waist, still holding you close.

Your eyes dance over his form. Looking at his arms, his chest, his stomach, his shoulders. Everywhere but his face. He just waits while you gather courage, seconds passing through you.

Once you feel ready, you take another deep breath and look up, finally meeting his brown eyes again. They don’t have that anger that was present there a few minutes ago. The grudge they carried for you for years is also not there anymore. It makes you feel like crying again.

“Seok, I’m so sorry,” you hiccup, growing agitated again, new tears welling up your eyes. “I’m so sorry for so many things. For hurting you and for not talking about it and for not apologizing earlier and for not saying how—”

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, pretty girl,” he coos, hands cradling your face to wipe at your tear streaked skin. “I know. I believe you, okay? I really do.”

“I was so dumb, I’m still so dumb. I never told you—”

“Hey, no, don’t talk about my best friend like that, please,” he says, pulling you in so the side of your face is pressed against his chest.

You slide your hands under his arms and around his back, wrapping your arms around him to pull him back against you, his heartbeat echoing in your ear. “I’m still your best friend?” You ask, voice small and quivering.

He snickers and you feel his nose touching the crown of your head. His chest expands behind your cheek when he takes a whiff of your hair. “Haven’t I told you that already?” He says, each word making his lips move against your scalp. “You’ll always be my best friend, Y/N. Nothing can change that.”

You continue crying, dampening his t-shirt with your tears. “I was so afraid we’d never talk again.”

“I know, sweetheart, but you don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’m here with you now, right?”

“Are you? For real?” You ask, pushing off his chest to glance up at him.

Eunseok’s gaze melts at your insecurity and he lifts a hand to massage behind your head. “I am. For real.”

“You don’t hate me, then?” You ask, just to be sure.

“I could never hate you, Y/N. Where did you get that idea?”

You shrug and look down, biting on your lower lip. “I don’t know.”

But you do know. You thought he hated you because of what you did. And he’d had every right to if that was the case. You’re lucky he’s always been a kind soul, a helpful friend and an overall amazing guy.

He bends a little to catch your gaze, his thumb grazing your chin. “I’m here and I don’t hate you. I’ll be present again in this friendship from now on. Can you also do that?”

You nod quickly. “Yes, I can.”

“Great. Then we’re settled,” he says.

You smile and Eunseok smiles back at you. Then he rests his forehead on yours, sweeping back some strands of your hair and tucking them in behind your ear. You close your eyes and bask in his presence, at the certainty he's here with you now. You still have a lot to talk about, but you can do it calmly and over time. Right now what matters is that you found a middle ground. Everything else can wait a little bit longer.

You stay like that for a while, hugging tightly, feeling each other, growing confident the other won’t slip away. Until something shifts. Eunseok’s hands slide from the back of your head to your neck, his thumbs brushing on your skin. You know it’s an innocent act, that he’s just shifting his position a little. But you can’t contain the involuntary shiver that runs through your spine. You visibly shake in his embrace, opening your eyes with a gasp to find him already gazing deeply at you, his eyes darker than the last time you looked at him.

You flinch back and squeeze your eyes shut. “Sorry, I—”

“Don’t say sorry,” Eunseok commands, his voice lower than you've ever heard before. He rubs his thumbs down your clavicle and your body trembles again. “Don’t you ever say sorry about that.”

You take a shaky breath, the tension filling your nerves, and open your eyes again. He’s still looking at you and his fingers press against your nape to pull your face closer to his, his nose brushing against yours.

“Seok,” you whisper, not knowing if you’re giving him a warning or begging for something more.

He makes an appreciative sound behind his throat and presses his mouth on your skin timidly, his touch barely there. “I missed you saying my name like that so much,” he says, running his lips on your cheek. “It always sounds so airy, like just saying it gets you hot and bothered.”

You gulp down, processing his words. Eunseok just crossed a line saying that to you. And if you reply to him with what you have in mind, you’ll cross another. Then you’ll be playing a dangerous game, toying with the limits of your just recovered friendship and with the relationship he’s in. You’ve been here before and it did not go well for either of you. Chances are it won’t have a better outcome this time.

But it just feels so good… Would it really be so bad to cross just another teeny tiny line?

“You always get me hot and bothered,” you admit, feeling your chest constrict with guilt and desire.

Deep down you know this is wrong, you know Eunseok knows this is wrong. He has a girlfriend. He was talking to her barely ten minutes ago. Your friendship was just secured a few moments ago. You can’t do this. Whatever this is, you can’t go through with it. It wouldn’t be right. It wouldn’t be safe. It wouldn’t be wise.

The tension stretches whilst Eunseok doesn’t respond to you immediately. He remains silent for a beat, and then another one, and you’re about to retract your words, when he chuckles, blowing air on your face.

“I know, baby,” he says, the pet name and the way he says it going straight to your core. You decide to throw all caution out the window. You can’t go back now. Not anymore. To be honest, you could never deny him again.

He slides a hand down your body, his fingers brushing your clavicle and shoulder, then going to your back to skim over your spine. It trails lower until it squeezes your waist and pulls you more into him, making your bodies impossibly closer. “I felt that shiver, too, you know? I always feel so good when I’m close to you. It’s a big problem.”

You let him feel you up, fisting the front of his t-shirt on your hands while you try to remain calm. You’re frozen in place and completely at his mercy. You’ll give him everything he wants from you. You’re his for the taking. You always were.

His mouth brushes against the corner of your lips and you tilt your head up to preen closer to the touch, trying to draw out the feeling of his lips so close to yours for as long as possible.

Eunseok presses a kiss there and his hand glides under your top to feel the warm skin of your lower back. “When I was younger, I always had a boner whenever you so much as looked my way. I jerked off so many times thinking about you,” he reveals, careful eyes watching your reaction to his words. “I still do.”

You choke at the last piece of information, mind reeling with it. He used to touch himself to the thought of you. He still does it now. You wonder how he looks while he does it — how he sounds, how much precum he lets gather at the tip of his cock before touching it, how fast he cums. Almost all air leaves your lungs whilst you think about it.

“Really?” You ask, voice faltering. “Even after everything?”

He nods. “Even after everything. Even now. I can’t get you out of my head.” His fingers start to draw figure eights on your back. “I had to occupy myself with so many things to forget you. I tried so hard, but it was no use.”

Your heartbeat is wild and you’re trembling constantly now. But Eunseok doesn’t seem to care. He just pulls you closer and touches you more, making it impossible for you to stop shivering.

“Me too,” you confess, hands sliding up to the collar of his shirt, gripping it tightly. “No matter how hard I try, I can’t get over you. Over us. I still think about it all the time.”

“Yeah? What do you think about, baby?” He asks, putting his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder.

Your desire gathers between your legs and pools on your underwear so much it starts to feel uncomfortable. You need to take it off of you. You need him to take it off of you. You need him.

“I think about when we used to have fun together,” you say, wrapping your arms over his back.

“Oh,” he utters, descending both of his hands to fit them on your back pockets, squeezing your ass and flattening you against him, his hard-on nestled inside his jeans pressing against your pants’ crotch. It feels amazing. “You think about something like this?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, shifting your hips up to feel more of him. “When I touch myself, I always think about that.”

He releases a breath and drops a kiss on your neck, squeezing you more against him. “What more do you think about?”

“Your pretty cock,” you whisper, running a hand through his hair. “I think about how I used to suck it off and bounce on it. I miss it so much.”

“Oh shit, Y/N,” he groans, pelvis pulling back just to push forwards again, creating delicious friction between you. You feel dizzy with desire and you can only hope he feels the same way.

“Thinking about you always gets me so wet. I’m dripping by the time I’m finished,” you mutter, then you move your lips to his ear, preparing yourself to deal your final blow. “I’m so fucking wet for you right now, Seok.”

It’s Eunseok that shivers this time.

“Fuck, I wanna see that,” he says, a hand snaking in between your legs, cupping your sex over your pants. “I wanna feel it. Can I, baby?”

“Please,” you beg, pulling his face down by his collar until his forehead is pressed against yours again. “I need you so bad. You have no idea.”

“You got me, baby,” he whispers. “You got me.” And then he’s diving in to kiss you.

Eunseok kisses you like he’s claiming you and you kiss him back like you can’t bear spending another moment without his lips touching yours. It’s messy and sloppy, your mouths and tongues trying to suck and lick anything you’re able to reach, your teeth clenching together and biting sensitive skin. Each time one of you pulls back, the other moves forward again to connect your lips.

Kissing like this shows you just how much you wasted time not doing what you wanted. You could’ve been doing this for ages, you could be experienced professionals about how to make each other feel good. You could’ve been loving each other this close and this deeply instead of avoiding your feelings. God, you were so stupid for the longest time.

You’re completely out of breath once Eunseok’s lips slip down to kiss your neck, making you moan and shiver. Then he’s pushing you up until you land on the top of the dresser and you’re glad you have something to support yourself because your legs were about to give out at any moment.

He puts his body in between your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the dresser until he can roll his hips against yours again. You moan in unison and his hands squeeze your thighs whilst he resumes attacking your neck with his mouth.

“I thought about this so much,” you say, grinding on him. “Wishing we could do this all the time.” You pull on his hair until he’s looking at you again. “I always wanted you, Eunseok. Always.”

“I did, too,” he replies, hands slipping under your top to feel your bare skin, thumbs pressing on your sides.

You slide a hand down his stomach to find his belt, pulling on the buckle to unfasten it. Once you’re done, you pull it from his jeans quickly and throw it on the floor. “That’s not the only thing. What I’m trying to say is—”

The air is pulled from your lungs when Eunseok picks you up again and tosses you on your bed, crawling right up to your body until he’s hovering above you. The manhandling gets you light-headed and his hands coming up to cup your breasts empties your brain completely.

You can’t remember what you were saying. Your focus just zeros in on the way he’s ravishing you.

“Y/N,” he whispers while kissing your jaw.

“Yes?” You say, still dazed.

He moves his hand down to the button of your jeans, toying with it for a moment before pulling it out of its loop and drawing your zipper down. His hands skim on the waistband of your panties and you groan, feeling the heat of his fingertips so close to where you most want him.

“What you’re trying to say is?” He asks, tone light and fun, clearly teasing you for your dazed state for the past minute.

Your brain awakes again and you squeeze his arms, remembering what you were about to confess. “Right. What I’m trying to say is—”

Eunseok sucks on your pulse point and you groan, turned on and frustrated. You know he’ll just keep fogging your mind further until you are a blabbering mess. And although you’re not opposed to that, you really need a moment to catch your breath so you can communicate with him properly. After that, you can do what you both are clearly desperate to do.

“Wait,” you whisper, pushing on his shoulders. “I need a second.”

He pulls back slightly and looks at you, watching your chest heave with each breath you take. “You want to stop?”

You shake your head immediately and press your elbows to the mattress, supporting your head up to look at him. “No. I just need to tell you something.”

His fingers dig on your waist. “Sure, baby. What is it?”

You sigh, moving a hand to his chest and trying to make the words in your brain get out of your mouth. “What I’m trying to say is—” The words get stuck in your throat, a new wave of sudden sensibility hitting you right in the chest, impending them from coming out. You feel you’re about to sob again. “Fuck, I’m saying that I—”

The letters are right there, resting on the tip of your tongue, but they just refuse to get out. I love you, you wanna say. I love you, you wanna scream. I love you, I love you, I love you. That’s all you think about. Three little words that have been swimming inside you for as long as you remember. You waited your whole life to say that to him and now that you’re desperate to say it, your voice fails you, your fear taking over your mind, new tears welling up on your throat.

Eunseok watches you expectantly, just waiting. He’s patient with you, like he is most of the time. His eyes show that he knows what you’re going to say, but also that he badly needs to hear it, probably just as much as you need to tell him. It gives you the strength to push through your last restraints.

You take another shuddering breath and lock your eyes with his. “Seok, I lo—”

Then a sudden sound makes you both jump and he pulls back from you as you sit up on the bed. It takes a second to identify what it is, but the realization downs you both at the same time, your heads tilting together to look at the origin of the noise. It’s Eunseok’s ringtone accompanied by his phone vibrating on your bedside table. He’s receiving a call. And you don’t have to look at his screen to see who the caller is. You know it’s Sian. The woman he just cheated on with you.

Eunseok scurries down the bed to pick up his phone, turning his volume all the way down until the only sign of his girlfriend calling him is the picture glowing under her name on his screen. Then he puts the device into his pants’s pocket and stares at the wall in front of him. His back is turned to you and his shoulders are stiff whilst his phone screen still lights up inside his back pocket until it stills. But barely two seconds later it starts flashing again and you know Sian won’t stop calling until he picks up.

You just fucked up. Majorly so.

Hurting each other in the midst of your confusing feelings was all you’ve ever done in your life. The sting burned like hell, but it was your way, your uncomfortable comfort zone, something you’ve gotten used to. Upsetting and harmful, but still familiar, still you two. But hurting another person because of it — someone who has nothing to do with your shit, who is a good person above and all? That was a whole new level of dark and twisted.

You sigh, extremely disappointed with yourself, and run your hands through your hair. You knew you were a bad person, but apparently you never thought it would get to this extent. And now here you are.

What pulls you from the bed and puts you on your feet is Eunseok complete stillness. He’s quiet until his phone stops ringing for the third time, probably taking his girlfriend to voicemail. And he remains quiet when it starts to ring again. You get up to comfort him, to put a hand on his shoulder, because you can’t take seeing him hurt by something that is obviously your fault.

You were the one who held back your feelings. You were the one who made him confused. You were the one that confronted him, screamed and cried. You let him hug you, leaned into his arms, shivered and whispered his name like a prayer. You teased him, tempted him, made him cheat. Eunseok isn’t guilty of any of this, you are. It’s your responsibility to take.

You get off the bed and walk towards him. “Seok,” you say, reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder.

However, Eunseok flinches away from you, instantly springing back to life and starting to zip up his pants again. You pull your hand back to rest it against your chest, clenching it into a fist and holding your wrist with your other hand.

“I think I should go,” he says to the wall.

You take a step back and sigh. Guilt, shame, fear and rejection pull on your heartstrings, making your chest tight. You don’t have the energy nor the audacity to ask him to stay. Not after what you’ve just done.

“Okay,” you say in a small voice.

Eunseok turns to you, but his eyes look at a distant point at your bedroom wall. “I think we shouldn’t see each other for a while.”

You gulp down the tears swelling on your throat and nod. “Okay.”

He finally looks at you, eyes heavy with remorse. “I just need some time and space, Y/N.”

“Sure, I’ll give them to you,” you say, plastering a fake smile on your face, trying to comfort him despite falling apart inside. ”Whatever you need, Seok.”

“Thank you,” he sighs.

Then he’s back to recomposing himself and collecting some of his things left on the floor and you just stay there, watching him until he’s done. On his way out of your room, he brushes past you and stops. You hold your breath as he gets close and presses his lips to your temple.

“Bye, Y/N-ie,” he whispers over your skin.

You close your eyes and whisper back, “Bye, Seokie.”

Then he exits, hurried steps following down your house hallway. You hear him quickly put on his shoes at the hall and a small beat of silence just before he opens the door. Then the lock clicks open, a gust of wind whistles through it and you know he’s out, the automatic alarm of the door locking it closed, leaving you all alone again.

You fall to the floor, legs too weak to hold the heavy weight on your heart, and look up to the pegboard over your dresser, filled with trinkets and many pictures — pictures of you and Eunseok together.

There’s one of you as five-year-olds at the playground you met and one of you behind Eunseok’s solar system mock up he did for a science fair when you were eight. There’s one of you at twelve playing a shooting game at an arcade and another of you when you skipped class to spend a day at the beach at fourteen. There’s another one of you working together at a part-time job in a cafe when you were sixteen and even a selfie from one of your many movie nights at seventeen. There’s one of you at a burger place when you were eighteen, looking at each other and laughing.

And the last one is just of Eunseok, taken a year back, when things were already too messy in between you. In the image, he’s as handsome as ever, looking down to write something on a notepad, his hair swept back and his glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. You remember the distance between his frames and his eyes made you focus on his eyelashes, just like that other time, and that a stirring on your chest made you snap the photo silently and keep it to yourself.

Looking at all of your sacred memories with him, you can’t stop the tears from falling down your face, afraid you just lost the one constant in your life forever.

author's note: Don't hate me, hate Song Eunseok who inspired me to write this. If you want a part of two, comments and asks are welcomed so I'm sure you guys actually like this. Thank you for reading, as always!

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rheitais · 4 months ago

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Dp x Dc Prompt - Crying beyond Space and Time

JLA got an anonymous tip from the magic community about a pocket dimension holding one of the dangerous beings opening up in the middle of the US.

No one expected the Pocket dimension to take up residence in an abandoned church. Once they arrived at the entrance a tall red head in a nun's outfit was there waiting for them.

Her teal eyes looked at them up and down before gesturing to them to follow her. Once they were inside a tall man with black neatly tucked into a low loose bun closed the door behind them. The inside of the church gave a galaxy type vibe, even with the stained glass windows depicting human history they could see the stars and planets that were light-years away from earth.

Once they reached the center of the church, a younger girl dressed as a younger nun with white and black pigtails was standing over a coffin. In the coffin was a boy with white hair, he was asleep but every time a league member looked at him they could hear sobs and whispers.

Batman finally had enough and asked where they were. The red head simply turned away and set a white lily on the boy in the coffin.

"You are the only ones who can save him."

[Masterpost]

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #batfam #dc x dp prompt #dan phantom #dark danny #dani fenton #jazz fenton #jla

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artssslut2 · 9 months ago

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“Please Don’t go Anywhere”

Summary: You try to teach Art how to do Lily’s hair

It’s safe to say Art was not a hairstylist, Neither was Tashi. Before you and Art fell in love Lily’s hair was always wild and unkept, it wasn’t that they didn’t try but she had a lot of very curly hair. Until you came into the picture, you could do any hairstyle under the sun. When Art saw you doing his little girls hair in cute little pigtails his heart nearly melted, he put a ring on your finger almost immediately after. Lily loved it too, every morning Lily was with you and Art you would style it in a different way. Art was relieved that he was off the hook as hairstylist however now that he had a second little girl on the way you thought it was time to teach him a few things. So here you were with Lily on the counter as he gently brushed her hair.

“I don’t want to pull too hard!” He said worried that he was hurting his daughter

“You’re not daddy don’t worry!” She tried calming his nerves and you chuckled

“Okay now section the hair into three parts” you instructed still giggling, he looked at you like you just explained how to do brain surgery

“Actually let’s just start with a ponytail okay?” You changed your mind so he wouldn’t get too overwhelmed. He nodded along as you showed him how to brush her hair onto the top of her head.

“Ow!” Lily gasped, art had a horrified look on his face

“Lily pad I’m so sorry!” He pleaded

“It’s ok daddy i know you’re trying your best” she smiled. You were convinced she was the sweetest little girl on the planet, you couldn’t wait to see her as a big sister.

“Ok see your almost done just tie it now!” You told him handing him a hair tie. He finished off the ponytail and took a step back

“Ok what do we think?” He said proudly. It then became apparent to all of you that it was not a work of art. It quickly slipped to the side causing you all to breakout in laughter. Art bent over in defeat then put him arm around you

“You really can’t go anywhere y/n I need you so do the girls” he said dramatically picking Lily up and putting a hand on your belly while giving you puppy dog eyes, Lily did the same

“Don’t worry I’m not” you blushed feeling the love of your family, “but you are not off the hook Donaldson!” You joked.

#art donaldson #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #challengers fic #art donaldson fluff #patrick zweig #tashi duncan #challangers #make first x reader #art #mike faist #lily donaldson

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mystycalypso · 2 months ago

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Can we see some Carol and Fink interaction ^w^ We know Canon Carol's an awesome mom for KO, so how is Swap Carol with Fink?

Does she make her spaghetti?

We love a mother and her problem minion.

They definitely click on a more parental level than Venomous and Fink, especially since Epictia can well- cook. She doesn't have many recipes because she had to leave her cookbook behind after the sandwich incident, but her spaghetti is definitely top of that list (though I can't imagine getting a kid like Fink to eat anything green or vegetable adjacent is easy)

"Don't play with your food."

"But it tastes like foofoo! We should've just eaten at home >:["

Also, I do half feel bad for putting that let's fight to the end shot, so here's Epictia and Fink destroying their own planet together. Which does mean the president of the universe gave her her powers back, but she deserves them, so <3 (plus it lines up with hcs I have about post-finale PV)

Also I did see some confusion so I wanted to clear it up, Fink has pigtails, not just a ponytail. I thought it'd be cute since her ears are always together like pigtails anyway.

"It's the only way to tame the rats nest that is her hair" Epictia would remark, probably while removing sticks and small animal bones from the knots.

She tries to keep Fink involved in her villainy, however meetings and paperwork aren't exactly amusing for a kid, so she let's her use violent video games as an outlet while she works, often listening as Fink describes how she made some other player start crying so loudly on mic, or getting people to rage quit.

Her knowledge of games hasn't changed since- like- the 90s but she tries to be supportive.

#ok ko let's swap #OK K.O.! Let's Swap!#ok ko lets be heroes #ok k.o.! let's be heroes #ok ko let's be heroes #Swap au #ok ko #ok ko au #artist #digital art #drawing #professor epictia #fink ok ko #ok ko fink #carol kincaid

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youandthemountains · 8 months ago

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you wouldn't know it based on this conversation but the landing party consists of ten security officers and some other ensigns who silently have to watch this nonsense

backseat doctoring/backseat driving:

pov you've been imprisoned by a sentient planet's immune system and one of your party has already been gruesomely impaled but you can't be scared when you're peeved:

Is it still considered pigtail pulling when you already bicker like an old married couple:

spock physically compelled to fire shots out of nowhere in a tense life or death situation bc his bones blinders went on again

again, literally a life or death minute by minute situation. poor Jim.

#PEAK old married couple #i actually thought this book was kinda meh overall and am ambivalent about the characterization #but this was funny #spones #leonard mccoy #spock #kind of mcspirk

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jenoslutie · 1 year ago

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❥ Summary: Minghao loves dressing up his pretty girl.

❥ Pairing: Minghao x Reader

❥ Genre: Smut, Fluff (kinda)

❥ Warnings: Reader is a little girly!! (Minghao loves pink!!!), blindfolding, he ties readers hands behind her back!! face fucking and cum swallowing

Minghao thinks you're the prettiest girl to ever grace planet earth. So naturally, Minghao loves making his girl all pretty. From doing your makeup the way you both like it, buying you pretty pink lingerie, blindfolds and ribbon. He loves putting your hair up in pig tails. It makes it easier for him to hold onto your hair when he fucks your face and God, does he love fucking your face.

Minghao loves the sight of you on your knees for him. Especially when you're all dolled up in the makeup he did on you, your hair in pigtails, hands tied back and blindfolded with the pink ribbon he loves so much. He loves how compliant you are for him, letting him fuck your face as hard or slow as he wants. Entrusting him to do absolutely whatever he wants with you. Gripping onto your pretty pigtails that he had ever so lovingly done earlier so he can thrust into your inviting mouth harder, chasing his high.

"Gonna let me cum in your mouth pretty girl?" Minghao cooed, letting go of your pigtails to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You could only moan in response. The vibrations on his cock making him groan out, holding your face at the base of his cock before letting the pleasure overtake him and cumming deep in your throat. Looking down at you lovingly as you swallow all of his load before undoing your blindfold so you can look up at him with the same smile he loves so much.

Minghao thinks he'll never get enough of you and how pretty and perfect you are for him and only him.

a/n: this is for my love @jasminexox5 enjoy lovie :D !! also this isnt proofread if u see something that dont make sense, no you didnt <3

#minghao smut #the8 smut #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #seventeen smut #svt smut

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cosmicquilt · 1 year ago

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Luck, risk, and godhood.

Stories under the cut.

---------- AVENTURINE KAKAVASHA -------------------

Kakavasha was said to be a young boy whose birth brought rain and fortune to his family and to the Avgins. However, all of the Avgins were murdered by the Katicans, leaving only Kakavasha alive, a side effect of his luck. He wandered Sigonia looking for any solace from the grief and pain that would always follow him. His presence brought relief, rain, and riches, and yet the boy himself seemed never to revel in his wealth and luck. One day, he disappeared off of the face of the planet. The assumed conclusion by many Sigonians is that he, tired of wandering, settled down in one place to sleep, crying until he lost consciousness. The rain he brought settled over his head like a halo, and the water flooded all around him. He drowned.

Aventurine was said to be a young boy whose birth brought fortune to his clan. However, they were all murdered by the Katicans, and the IPC rescued him from his fate as a slave. He was brought to Jade, whom he made a gamble with, betting that he could find a way to make her give him the gift of immortality. No one knows what happened in that room, but he emerged from that room a god, and was granted the name "Aventurine", indicating his newfound status as one of the economic gods. He's known for making clever deals based entirely off of gambles as a way of gaining information and progressing the goals of the Stonehearts.

--------------- QINGQUE-------------

Qingque was a clever and dedicated girl born to a very average family on the outskirts of one of the Xianzhou ships. Unfortunately for everyone else, she was only dedicated to games that combined luck and strategy; tiles, xiangqi, go, etc. She was obsessed, with her dream being to move into the city and to open up a games parlor. The people in her village sighed. "Why couldn't she be this dedicated to finances or economics," they said. Strangely enough, her dedication to these types of games was what led to her ascension. One day, when she was roping children into games of xiangqi at a restaurant, she saw a stranger; someone who was most certainly not from the village. He saw her and her games, and he challenged her to a round. The first round, he lost. The second round, he lost. The third round, he lost. And so it went, up until the eighth round, which he won. Upon seeing the results of their matches, the man laughed a laugh that sounded like thunder was tearing apart the skies, and his mortal form fell away to reveal that he was Jing Yuan, one of the generals of the Jade Emperor. He found Qingque's combination of luck, dedication, and strategy endearing and offered her immortality, which she accepted. She was placed under the eye of Fu Xuan, goddess of foresight, due to her simultaneously logical and improbable nature. She's known to disguise herself as an unassuming mortal woman who walks into game parlors and plays against the patrons, chatting with them about how the mortal world is doing, only to be dragged back up to the heavens by her pigtails whenever Fu Xuan realizes that she's slacking off.

#commissions open btw #hsr #aventurine #hsr aventurine #qingque #honkai star rail #hsr gods and goddesses au #fu xuan #jing yuan #yeah the Aven one isn’t quite as good since idk how to draw men

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itsjellyyy · 2 years ago

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SHE'S SO COOL

melody hoshimoto aka pigtail star !!

#ocs #original character #not mine #planet☆pigtail #pigtail star #love the design #<3

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mikufigureoftheday · 1 year ago

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anon with the short hair question again, sorry to annoy you! but: i wanna cosplay as Miku but the long hair is too much for me, that's why i'm looking for alternatives. however, the bunny suits are also totally not for me ;w; could you maybe give me some more pointers, or just post this ask for your followers to leave suggestions? ty <33

Ah, big fair I don't blame you

I did a pretty bad job at answering your ask (don't answer asks right after you get off anesthetic, it's bad lol) so I'll do a little better this time (･ω<)☆

Her Vampire design has shorter pigtails as does the Villain Noodle stopper

The Cinnamoroll design is short when it's in its put-up design/form/ whatever you wanna call it lol

and this one may not be exactly the easiest to cosplay bc of how complex it is, but her hair is short so I believe it is worth noting at least

there isn't a figure of this, but I also think it's worth pointing out that the Sand Planet/Dune design exists and she's so iconic it hurts

Hopefully, this is a lil better and gives you more fun and comfy outfits to choose from 人(_ _*)

#asks #compilation

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seeingivy · 2 years ago

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pls do "the story of us" for ur gojo x taylor swift series 🙏🙏

the story of us

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: gojo is ur roommates best friend, he is annoying (more teen gojo I am arrogant bastard vibes then sweetie teacher baby gojo), hoes are fighting, hoes are in the most complicated situationship on the planet earth, mistletoe, ice skating, sukuna as an annoying ex, mysterious evil dad figure for gojo

an: proof im the most annoying writer ever. made a poll for taylor as gojo to, for a second time now, ignore those options and write a completely different songs. sincerest apologies but gojo as taylor fans come get yall juice.

“Good morning, you hag.” Satoru states, in a fell swoop, crashing any hopes you had of having a good morning.

“Good morning, you garden troll.” you respond.

You rub the sleep out of your eyes, rummaging through the cabinets for a bowl, as he jumps up off the couch and joins you in the kitchen, keen and eager to annoy you bright and early in the morning.

He’s leaning on the granite countertops at your side, his blue eyes peering over those god awful sunglasses he’s always intent on wearing - despite the fact that it’s quite literally raining outside - and gives you a jeering smile.

“So, do all girls wear granny nightgowns or is it just you?” he asks, twisting the end of your pigtail braids in his hair. You immediately smack his hand off and glare, turning around to reach for the milk.

“Do all boys have tiny dicks and overcompensate with a shitty personality or is it just you?” you iterate back, earning a satisfying glare back from him.

With his snow white hair and annoyingly glimmering blue eyes, your roommate's best friend, Satoru Gojo, is quite literally the biggest nuisance you’ve ever met in your life. Clearly a rich kid, trust fund type, you can tell that Satoru, in earnest, has never worked a day in his life. And his lack of tact and self awareness truly reflects that.

It’s embedded deep in the way that he acts. Because Satoru saunters from place to place, showing up at your apartment with no consideration or respect for you and Suguru, bats his pretty eyes at his professors when he’s failing, flirts with girls before he cheats off of their tests, and the list goes on and on.

One thing is clear. That he’s a spineless, pathetic little manchild.

And you’re not sure why, what it is specifically about you, but he’s clearly made it his personal mission in life to antagonize and irritate you.Maybe it’s the fact that you yelled at him the first time he ever showed up in this apartment, that you couldn’t help but disagree with every word that came out of his mouth, that at his core he just agitated you - but it led you to this horrible predicament that you’re in now.

That you ended up having to room with Suguru, when Sukuna dumped you and kicked you out. And that, of course, the universe was always in your favor, and you ended up at the one place Satoru was when he wasn’t shamelessly flirting with any living organism, which was right outside your room.

Right on cue, the front door slams open and Suguru’s barging in, wildly out of breath and panting. His usual fixed, pristine bun is in a mess, his pupils wide and dilated as he looks at the two of you.

“Fucking perfect!” he pants, leaning down on his knees and trying to catch his breath.

“G’morning Suguru. You okay, there?” you ask, giving him a strange look.

“Okay, okay. You guys are dating.”

“Huh?” you both ask, eyes boggling out of your heads.

“You’re dating. Be-be in love, I don’t know, be in love!” he shouts, immediately running back out of the door and slamming the door shut.

You and Satoru give each other a look before shrugging, returning back to your bowl of cereal and Gojo to his phone. And on cue, Suguru strolls back into the apartment, more calmly and with a girl at his side. His cheeks are still flushed in pink, the panting subsided but still present in his voice.

“Y/N, Satoru, this is Hiromi. Hiromi, this is my roommate Y/N and her boyfriend, Satoru.”

You swallow hard, realizing quickly what’s happening here. And out of the kindness of your heart, groan at the fact that you’re going to have to oblige.

Three months ago, you got dumped by Sukuna. Because as much as you and the two of you had moved past, he had finally exhausted all ends and had enough of you.

Quite literally, enough of you, because he went as far as packing your things and taking your key, fully intent on never letting you back in. And out of the kindness of his heart, one of your only friends - who was free of any attachments to Sukuna - had an empty room in his apartment that he offered to lease to you.

Suguru, naturally, was the perfect roommate. Always cleaned up after himself, offered to listen whenever you needed him, saved leftovers for you when you had a long day. Except for the stupid white haired plus one that came with him, it was perfect.

For you. Because while Suguru was all but willing to offer you the spot in the room, insisting that it never caused an issue, he might have been fibbing the truth to save your feelings. Something you found out from Satoru, who is naturally a loudmouth.

That since Suguru has a female roommate, you’ve put a damper on his…..romantic endeavors. Because they’re increasingly enthusiastic, so into him, until the shit hits the fan.

They find out that you’re his roommate. And you think it’s a little ridiculous, but they all cite the same reason for not talking to him past the second or third date. Because to them, there’s no way in hell that he isn’t crushing on you, that you don't cuddle at night, and that you definitely coddle each other in a way no one else does.

Because nothing is more ironic than losing a guy to the girl he lives with and they’d rather cut their losses before getting involved.

Which proves that Suguru must really like this girl. Because if he’s going this far, lying to her the second before she walks in, it must mean that he really wants her to stick around.

Is it moral? No. Is Suguru lonely? Yes.

“Hiromi. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.” you respond, setting your bowl down and extending a hand to her.

She gives you a warm smile back, laughing at Satoru flaunting some stupid line about chivalry before he presses a kiss on top of her knuckles. Satoru must be enjoying himself too much, because he’s now snaking his hand around your waist, leaning down to press his temple against yours.

“Would you like to stay for breakfast? Poor Suguru has third wheeled with us far enough.” he asks, as she politely nods in response.

You and Satoru lead Hiromi to the breakfast table - Satoru now eating your bowl of cereal - as Suguru starts setting out to make breakfast for all of you. You and Satoru sit side by side, sparing each other an awkward glance, as Hiromi shamelessly ogles you.

“So how long have you guys been dating?” Hiromi asks, politely folding her hands flat on the table.

“Well. Um, I moved here right after I broke up with my ex-boyfriend. He kind of left me with no place to live and I kind of met Satoru here. And then it just happened.” you mumble, cheeks turning pink.

Satoru, again, has no concept of personal boundaries. He slings his hand around your shoulders, planting a wet kiss on your cheeks, before responding to her.

“Don’t mind her, she just gets really shy when she talks about her feelings for me.”

“Satoru.”

“But rest assured, I promise you that you don’t have to worry about Suguru and Y/N, if that’s what you’re trying to pry about.”

Her face immediately goes pink, as you look over at Satoru, who flashes you a knowing smile and squeezes your shoulder.

“I-I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to pry, I hope you understand. It’s just that…it’s kind of a weird situation. And I know that probably says more about my insecurities than anything but-”

You reach over, placing your hand over her folded ones.

“It’s a normal thing to be concerned about. If I was you, I probably would have asked a hundred berating questions already.”

“Yeah. She gets really possessive.” Gojo unhelpfully adds.

You shoot him a glare, before returning to look at her and smiling.

“But I promise, you have nothing to worry about. I-I don’t even think about Suguru like that. And we’re never here alone, Satoru’s always here with me.”

“Like you, I too am possessive over my girl. Despite the fact that she quite literally makes it so easy for us by wearing the most unflattering pajamas, I’ll be here to stamp out any budding feelings, if that makes you feel better.”

“Yeah. Satoru really knows how to take the romance out of a room. I know better than anyone.” you respond, earning a laugh from Hiromi as she releases that awkward tension in her shoulders.

You kick the tiny divots on the floor, patiently waiting for your matcha latte at the bar. Your anxiety is growing by the second, the unexpected morning rush and the heavy foot traffic outside indicating that you were going to be late to your morning class if your drink wasn’t made in the next few minutes.

You’re thrown out of your thoughts by a tapping on your shoulder, only to find a boy, with blonde hair and brown eyes smiling at you.

“I like your shirt.”

You look down, at your boygenius the record shirt, and look up to smile at him.

“Thank you! What’s your favorite song?”

“We’re In Love.” he responds, giving you a warm smile.

You’re not sure why, but hearing him say the words has the blood rushing to your cheeks. You hold your hand out to him, swallowing that deep warm pit in your throat.

“Y/N.”

“Kento. It’s nice to meet you.”

And really, the moment - your stupid coffee shop meet cute - comes crashing down when you hear that agitating, grating voice at your side.

“And I’m Satoru!” Satoru states, standing at your side and too blissfully happy for seven in the morning. You glare at him, as he gives you an annoyingly irritating smile.

“Your drink is here, babe.” Satoru states, holding your dark green matcha latte in his nimble hands. From the way it’s half full, you can tell he already downed half of it in the few seconds you were talking to Kento.

“Thank you.” you grate out, giving Kento an awkward smile.

“Well, Kento. It was nice meeting you but we have a class to get to.” Satoru adds.

He cocks his head to the side, blue eyes peeking over his sunglasses, as he looks at you.

“Ready to go?”

You groan, knowing internally that whatever shred of a moment you just had was gone, as you sigh.

“Yes. Bye Kento.”

You glare at him as you walk out of the store, Satoru reaching over to pull the hood of your rain jacket up, as the two of you start marching through the downpour. He’s walking at your side, sporting some very light clothes for the way it’s raining down.

“I don’t like matcha. We should start getting iced vanilla lattes.”

“I didn’t realize we were sharing. And that was really rude, Satoru.“

“Everything that’s yours is mine, sweetheart.”

“Really? What are the three numbers on the back of your credit card, boo boo bear?”

“666.” he responds, flicking the side of your cheek.

“That’s fitting.” you murmur back, as he slides the drink out of your hand, again.

You and Satoru march in silence, trudging through the puddles collecting in the holes of pavement, the silence enveloping the two of you.

And really, for what seems like the hundredth time, you’re racking your brain trying to figure Satoru Gojo out. You’re not sure what it is about him, what drives him to act the way he does, but every answer you find leaves you with a hundred more questions you want to answer.

In the few months you’ve been living with Suguru, you’ve been able to ascertain a few things.

First and foremost, there is no one Satoru Gojo loves more than his friends. From the way he affectionately talks about Suguru, and their hometown friend Shoko, it’s evident enough that whatever friendship he has with the two of them means the world to him.

Second, Satoru Gojo is extremely comfortable in his sense of self. From the way he carries himself, enthusiastically chats with strangers on the train and feels so comfortable stealing your lattes after the bar, you can tell that no one has tried to stomp that spirit out of him. Other people, more meek and timid like you perhaps, get that childlike wonder stamped out of them. But here Satoru Gojo is, at the ripe age of twenty-one, still sporting it like a proud badge he wears.

And third, Satoru Gojo loves to irritate you. You’re not sure what it is about you exactly, whether it’s the fact that you’re Suguru’s roommate so it leaves you off limits to any of his usual charming compliments he leaves for other girls, but Satoru treats you like no one else. Always pulling at the ends of your hair, “lovingly” making fun of your clothes, and obviously, stamping any chance you have of romantic endeavors.

Satoru swings the door open for you, walking all the way to the front of your class. He holds out a five dollar bill and gives you a cheeky grin.

“What for?”

“Thanks for the latte, princess.”

You glare, snatching the bill out of his hands.

“You’re welcome.”

Right on cue, a girl all but appears out of thin air at your side, giving you and Satoru sickly sweet smiles.

“Hi Satoru.”

Satoru’s leaning against the frame now, an irritating move you’ve seen him do countless times - one to show off his stupidly toned arms - as he leans down and smiles at her.

“Hi Sammy. How are you?”

“Pretty good, now that you’re here.” she responds, twisting the ends of her hair in between her fingers.

You fight the urge to gag as Satoru laughs, leaning forward to tuck the stray hairs by the side of her ear.

“Right, so. I’ll see you later, babe?” you ask Satoru, giving him a smile.

He looks over, glaring with his bright, angry blue eyes.

“Y/N.” he responds, tone warning.

“And Satoru, sweetheart? Do remember to grab toilet paper on the way home. Suguru is getting really tired of cleaning up your skid marks.” you respond, reaching forward to pinch his cheek and settling into your seat at the front, watching him seethe at the front door.

When you walk into the apartment, Satoru’s incessant comments are the final nail in the coffin on what might be the worst day ever.

“Ouch. I think I just went temporarily blind. You look horrible.” Satoru asks, momentarily taking his eyes off of the movie he was watching with Suguru and Hiromi.

And the comment - so pathetically hitting you the last place you needed it - is enough to send you crying in a fit of your tears, as you lock the door behind you.

Satoru looks over to find Suguru and Hiromi glaring at him, Suguru more angry and Hiromi more disappointed. He can’t pick which one is worse. Well actually, you crying in his face is the worst thing that happened in the past few minutes, but their reaction is right up there with them.

“What?” Satoru asks, shrugging.

“Satoru.” Suguru berates.

“What? I was just joking.”

“I don’t understand how you and Y/N are dating. I mean, you can hardly even call it that.” Hiromi states, looking at him rather unhelpfully.

Suguru’s eyes go wide at her side and Satoru swallows hard, thinking of his collateral. Because in earnest, Satoru’s not really sure what Suguru sees in Hiromi, why he would ever think this would be the best solution to his issue.

But when you followed Suguru’s lead, all Satoru could really do was oblige.

“That’s just how Y/N and I communicate. It’s our love language.” Satoru says, giving her a halfhearted smile.

“You know she hates it right?” Hiromi asks.

“Well, I don’t know about-”

“Who would want to wake up every morning and have someone just constantly berating them? Just teasing them, making fun of every little thing you say. And sure, it’s fun sometimes to banter with your partner but…it can’t really be easy for her. She doesn’t have many friends. And the one person who's supposed to like her being…rude can’t help either.” Hiromi adds.

“Well, I just…tease her because that’s how I know to talk to her. That’s just how I am. And she has plenty of friends.” Satoru responds.

“Not anymore. They’re all friends with Sukuna, who I’m positive she wants nothing to do with. It’s probably why she even tolerates you in the first place. Granted, I’m not trying to speak on your relationship but from what I’ve seen, it’s….you kind of have to make adjustments for her.” Hiromi states.

“I don’t know if that will-”

“Just be there with her. It’ll help her. I think deep down, she just wants someone to be there with her. At her side to support her.”

Satoru gives Suguru a glare, before obliging and knocking on your door. He takes a deep breath as he walks in, finding you slumped on the floor next to your vinyl player. The gray vinyl is scratching on the table, soft guitar music emanating from it as you lay on your side. Satoru follows suit, lying flat on the ground next to you until the two of you are face to face. And in earnest, Satoru feels horrible. At your pink eyes, flushed cheeks, and puffy skin. Because for god knows whatever reason, what he had said was enough to make you cry.

Satoru never understood it. Why people assign him so much importance when anything he’s ever had to say has been discarded all together. It’s why he’s unsure of what to say to you right now, when he’s never had to say anything at all.

“Hi Y/N.”

You stare back at him blankly, his blue eyes void of any of their usual excitement as he stares back at you.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

You divert your attention, the question so…agitating, that all you can do is watch your vinyl spin around on the table, at the little pin digging into the plate.

“Is um….I don’t really know how to do this whole…comforting thing. It’s kind of awkward. Is this that band you like?”

You give him a meek nod, which he smiles at, before squinting at the small print on the vinyl.

“Ah. I get it. You’re trying to be Cool About It. Whatever it is that’s bothering you.”

“That was lame. Even for you, Satoru.” you respond, wiping the snot off of your nose.

“Well, I personally think you’re hot. Being Cool About It was never going to be your thing either.” he responds.

He’s not sure what it is about what he said, but suddenly your face is falling and you’re kind of…glaring at him. You pull your hood up and turn away from him, because the embarrassment of having Satoru Gojo in your room pitying you right now would be the actual nail in the coffin before you went full on off your rocker crazy.

Satoru’s quick to move, now sitting crisscrossed near your head and looking down at you.

“Are you playing hard to get so I’ll call you hot again?”

“No. I’m trying to get you to stop pitying me.” you murmur back, pulling the hood over your face.

“I don’t pity you.”

You stand up, crossing your legs on the floor, as you turn to face him. And you know that Satoru in no way deserves any shape of the wrath that’s coming out of your mouth, but you can’t help it.

“You don’t?”

“Well, of course I-”

“Yes, Satoru, you do. Because really, you’re only here because Suguru or Hiromi asked you to be. They asked you to put whatever the fuck it is that you have going on inside your head and think for one fucking second how it is that you make me feel. When you make fun of me constantly, do every last thing to agitate me, quite literally flirt with every living microorganism on this goddamn planet but me. I know that you really, truly do not care. You’re just here because they asked you to be but god, please spare me of whatever shitty response you’re trying to muster up to make me feel better because there’s no point. I just feel horrible when I’m around you.” you shout.

You lean back against the back of your bed, your chest heaving, as you knot your fingers together and groan. Because if the day couldn’t get any worse, you just yelled at Satoru.

For no reason. After he tried to comfort you, in his own weird way.

He scoots up at your side, sliding his hand around your shoulder once again, and leaning your head against his shoulder. Your stupid tears are falling again as he rubs into your skin, the touch soft.

“All that because you’re mad I won’t flirt with you?” he murmurs.

“Of course that’s what you got out of it.”

He laughs, the lack of anger in his tone at your words soothing down the bouts of guilt in your chest.

“You’re not the type of girl I can flirt with.”

“Jeez. Thanks Satoru. You really know how to make a girl feel special.”

He reaches forward to pinch your nose, before continuing.

“I mean, I’m obviously a guy who lacks self-awareness or tact, in quite literally any conversation.”

“Naturally.” you respond.

He gives you a pointed glare, before continuing.

“But I have self awareness when it comes to these types of things. I know I shouldn’t flirt with you.” he responds.

“And why’s that? I’m too ugly of a hag for you?” you spit.

“No. You’re the type of girl who could take my heart and run off with it if I let you.”

You shrug his hand off your shoulder, rolling your eyes.

“You’re full of shit, Satoru Gojo. And corny as hell.”

“You know you’re no good for me, right?”

You look at him, at his deep, ocean blue eyes for the first time, filled with an emotion you can’t quite place.

“You’d put me in my place too fast. Maybe too eager, too curious to figure out what it is I’ve got going on up and here. And I don’t know the answers to that either, but you’d want to make me figure it out. Whatever mess of things going on, I-I’d want to fix it for you. And as nice as that sounds, you’d probably break any semblance of structure I’d have left the second you go running. Which is something even I can’t handle.” he responds, lifting his hand to take yours in it.

You cross link your fingers with his, linking your hands together. And try to place the emotion, that dragging sound in his voice.

It’s desperation.

“Why do you think I would leave?” you ask, looking down at your intertwined hands.

Satoru smiles in response, reaching forward to trace his fingers along the edge of your lips.

“You’ve just proved my point.”

And when he pads out of your room, you realize that once again, he’s left you with a hundred questions left to answer. But the one you’re sure of is this.

That the emotion that was welling in his deep, crystal blue eyes was impassioned. That it was real.

In the following weeks, things change between you and Satoru, but not too drastically. You’re not required to keep your show up for Hiromi too often, because she’s quite literally too enamored with Suguru to even think about the two of you, and Satoru Gojo stays the same way he is.

He steals your lattes, pulls your hair, lovingly calls you an old hag, and stamps out any hopes you have for romantic endeavors. But somewhere around the grayness of November, he doesn’t stop by your apartment for three days.

“Hey. Where’s Gojo?”

Suguru looks up from his phone, giving you the most obscene look you’ve ever seen him muster.

“Huh?”

“Gojo? Satoru Gojo? That gangly idiot that’s always hanging around here?”

“Yes. I’m well aware who he is, Y/N. Why are you asking?”

“Dunno. He’s always around and now he’s not. Are you sure he’s not dead in a ditch somewhere?” you ask.

“He might as well be. His dad is in town. Spending time with him.” he responds, turning back to his phone and looking away from you.

You frown, leaning against the counter, as you reach for your phone. And you’re not sure why you do it but you slide into your chat with him and start typing.

you: are you enjoying your father daughter time?

satoru: are you missing me?

you: missing the free lattes that come from going to the coffee shop with you :/

you: come hit on the girl at the paper lantern. im craving a matcha latte.

satoru: i would never waste a free drink on a matcha latte.

satoru: and quit trying to whore me out for free drinks.

you: then buy me one.

satoru: well played.

satoru: the ice skating rink, on sixteenth and rockfield. i’ll be there in an hour.

You smile gleefully, wrapping your scarf carefully around you, as you head out into the cold to the ice skating rink Satoru had picked out. And you catch the back of his snow white hair, leaning against the railing as you eye the big, bright Christmas tree at the center.

You walk up to his side, lacing your hand through his, as you turn and give him a smile. He returns the gesture, some part of his demeanor muted today, as he turns to you.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Satoru. Where’s my drink?”

Satoru rolls his eyes, before reaching for the two cups on the ground and handing you one.

“Your shitty matcha latte. As requested.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around the drink, as he leads you to the stand to get your skates. His hand is soft on the small of your back as you walk up to the girl giving out the shoes.

“Sizes?” she asks.

“Eight.” you respond.

“Eleven and a half.” Satoru provides, as the girl whisks off to grab your shoes.

“Eleven and a half? What are you, Bigfoot?” you respond.

“You know what they say. Big feet, big…”

“Ego. But we knew that already.” you respond.

The two of you take the skates and head over to the bench, Satoru too quick with his own skates that he’s suddenly tying yours and dragging you onto your feet. The two of you stand at the front of the tiny little opening, the sudden awkwardness of the situation dawning on you.

That you don’t know how to ice skate.

“What are we waiting for?” Satoru asks, hands on both of your shoulders as he stands behind you. He rests his chin on the top of your head, his breath tickling the hair on your scalp.

“The rink to open up. There’s a bunch of people, I don’t want to crash into them the second we get on.”

Satoru frowns, bringing his hands around your chin and lightly moving your face to his.

“Are the people in the room with us? There’s like nine people here. And four of them are under the age of seven.” he deadpans.

“I don’t want to knock over a kid.” you whine.

“Yeah, that would be goblin on troll crime.” Satoru responds.

“Am I the goblin or the troll?” you ask.

“Troll. Obviously.” he responds, bringing his hands around your waist as he lifts you onto the ice with him.

You’re suddenly wobbling too hard on your feet and holding onto his extended arms with a deathlike grip, the cold air biting your skin as your legs turn to noodles.

“Okay, Raggedy Anne. Face me.” he states, voice soft as he turns you towards him. His hands are locked in with yours, the hold firm as he smiles.

“Satoru.” you whine.

“Just try to glide with me, okay? Our goal is to get to that side of the rink, by the end of our game.”

“What’s our game?” you ask.

“We’re going to play twenty questions.” Satoru states, mimicking the gliding motion as he instructs you.

You follow his suit, clutching hard on his arm every time you wobble, as Satoru starts to distract you with the stupid game he’s intent on playing.

“Me first. Why did you text me?” Satoru asks.

“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead in a ditch somewhere. It was surprisingly peaceful for the past few days, so I knew you had to be in some type of mortal peril somewhere.” you respond.

Gojo hums in response, as you try hard to pick the hundreds of questions you have to ask Gojo.

“Where were you the past few days?” you ask.

“Did you want me there?” Satoru asks, tone hopeful.

“You’re supposed to answer before you ask again. And I’m not sure if want is the word. But…I don’t know. It’s weird not having you around. All quiet.” you respond.

“My dad’s in town. Was kind of busy.”

You hum in response, rolling over the words in your head.

“I did want you around.” you add, earning a smile from him.

The two of you skate in silence, the wobbling minimal now as you try to reach the railing at the end of the rink that Satoru had pointed out, right near the small, brightly decorated Christmas tree at the end of the rink.

“It’s your turn, Y/N.” Satoru reminds.

“Right. Do you like your dad?”

“No. What happened with Sukuna?”

You swallow hard, so caught off guard by the question that you fall straight into the ice. You must have been holding onto Satoru too hard because he goes tumbling down with you, lightly rubbing the spot on his head that made contact with the ice. You reach forward, cradling his head in your hands.

“Fuck. Sorry, Gojo. That caught me off guard.”

“That’s my bad, princess. It came out of nowhere.” he responds, standing up on his knees as he holds his hand out for you. He’s wiping the excess ice off the sides of your clothes and you mimic his motions.

The two of you start silently skating towards the end of the rink again, hands linked together, as you figure out the right words to say.

“I live with Suguru because of him. He wasn’t the best.”

“I know that much, Y/N.”

“He…kicked me out. Like, put all my things in a box, put them outside, and kept my key.”

His hand tighets in yours as you swallow hard and continue.

“Dunno. I guess he just kind of sucked. I was trying to convince myself I liked him, that we were in love for a really long time. I’d write him all these really long love letters, that he basically read days after the fact that I wrote them. He’d compliment me once in a while, but then I realized when it was only when he wanted something.” you respond, sighing.

Satoru doesn’t respond, only squeezes your hand in response to the entire bout of word vomit you just gave him.

“Why don’t you like your dad?” you ask.

“He thinks I’m perfect.” Satoru responds, sighing.

“Boo hoo.” you respond, joking.

He smiles in response, his hand lightly loosening in yours. You tighten your grip against his again, giving him your best smile.

“I’m joking, ‘Toru. What did you mean by that?”

“I just mean. He expects so much from me, because I’m his only son. And when I was a kid, he was really hard on me for it. Made me attend all these shitty classes by myself, isolated me from other kids because I was meant to be something great. And I obviously pulled away from him because of it. But then, he kind of…shifted. He was vying so hard for my attention now, that suddenly I became free of all blame, all faults.”

“Well, we both know that’s not true.”

He snorts, dragging you to the end of the railing by the Christmas tree, as you both lean against the little glass panes.

“I just wanted him to be real with me. Tell me when I was good, tell me when I was bad. Not where he was criticizing every move I made but not when he was praising all of them either.”

You nod, turning to your side to hold both of his hands in yours.

“Well, you’re shitty when you’re mean to me. But you’re nice when you’re like this.” you state.

He smiles, that stupid lopsided grin, as he brings his hands around your neck and pulls you in against him. His lips are soft and warm, though you’re not sure how, against your almost frostbitten, cold blue ones. But the warmth that’s blooming in your chest, under your skin, from his hands, from his lips on yours is enough to bring you down.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours as he places a light kiss to the tip of your pink nose.

“What was that for?” you ask, breathless.

“Mistletoe.” Satoru responds, pushing off the little railing and slowly skating away, waiting for him to join you.

You look up, fighting the urge to smile at the small little bundle of leaves and berries above you, as you skate out and join his hand to go around the rink.

There’s an incessant pounding on your door that wakes you up, as you pull on the closest jacket and your glasses as you pad to the door. You open up to find him there, half bored on his phone, as he looks up at you.

“Oh. Hey. Was the spare not under-”

He all but lurches forward, wrapping his hands around your neck as he presses his lips to yours. He’s all too eager, because he’s walking into you so fast that he’s all but pushed you up against the wall behind you, his lips hanging off yours as he smiles into your mouth.

“Y/N.” he hums, smiling into your face.

“Good morning to you too.”

He smiles, wrapping his hands around your wrist, as he leads you back to your bed, quickly peeling your hoodie off your frame as he tucks you into the bed with him. And instead of doing what you thought he was going to do, he’s tucking you tight against his frame, your face tucked into his clavicle, as he brings his arms around yours and holds you tight.

“Did you come all this way to cuddle?”

“I came all this way to kiss you. This is just a bonus.”

You burrow yourself into his skin, leaning your head against his, as your thousand questions swim around in your mind. On what you’re doing, on why he’s here, on if you can even ask.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You have a weird, pinched up look on your pretty face. What is it?” he asks.

“Oh. I was just thinking.” you respond.

“About?”

“Um, what we’re doing.”

“We’re cuddling, silly.” Satoru responds, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your forehead.

“I know. But what does that mean?”

Satoru brings his hands up around your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands as he smiles.

“It means that I just had a really annoying fight with my dad. And I just want to hold you and not think about it.” he responds.

“Oh. Okay, yeah.”

You burrow yourself back into his arms, the two of you a mess of tangled limbs as you hold onto each other. And you’re not sure why you start talking, but you’re filling the silent space with your voice.

“I saw Sukuna the other day.” you murmur.

Satoru brings his hands down, rubbing into the side of your arm as he hums in response.

“Was it okay?”

“Kind of stupid.” you murmur.

“Why?” he asks.

“He came up to me to ask if I was going to go to the end of year banquet that they hold for the seniors going into the masters program.”

“And?”

“I mean, I was planning on it. And then he just felt the need to warn me that he’s bringing his new girlfriend and it was really awkward. He asked me if I was bringing anyone and I said no, just for him to smile in response and then walk away.”

“You should have said you were bringing me.”

“I wasn’t aware that I was bringing you.”

“Well, now you are. Plus, my dad…he always gets on my back to go to shit like that since he’s one of the donors. At least now I’ll have something to do there.”

“And what’s that?”

“Annoy you!” he responds.

You reach forward to flick the side of his cheek, before reaching forward to push the hair off of his forehead. The touch must be somewhat soothing to him, because it coaxes him to talk, in the slightest.

“When I was a kid, my dad forced me to go to events like that. All the time. And when I was there…he’d always yell at me for all these different things. My hair was too messy, I wasn’t standing right, I was too loud.”

You brush your thumb on the skin of his cheek, before reaching forward to press a kiss to his skin.

“And after I kind of figured it all out, I was so…irritated that I ever listened. And I’ve tried to stamp it out, that voice telling me to be quiet all the time. But sometimes when I see him…I don’t know. It just comes flooding back.”

You prop your hands up against his chest, resting your head on top of your hands as you look down at him. His eyes are shut as he faces your ceiling, a hand resting behind his head while the other one is secured, firmly around you. In the ray of sunlight peering out of your window, you notice that Satoru has the smallest patch of freckles around his nose.

“I always wondered why you were like that. But somehow, this makes it better.”

“Huh?”

“You were always so…you that sometimes it made me jealous. That you had this unstoppable, vibrant spirit, that you probably had life so easy that no one had stamped it out of you.”

You reach forward, tracing the skin on his cheek, as you continue to talk.

“But this is better. Someone tried to do that to you and you didn’t let them. You’re not weak or timid like me, you don’t let people like that shut you up like I do.”

“You’re not weak or timid.” he responds, cupping the side of your face.

“Satoru.”

“You’ve always stood your ground. Especially when it comes to me.”

“Well, you’re you. Sukuna is…”

“Nothing. You can handle an idiot like Sukuna. And I’ll be there, if he tries to say anything to you and you need me.”

You halfheartedly nod.

“And I’ll be there. If you want to annoy me instead of talking to your dad.”

“I’ll take you up on that offer. Always.”

Satoru presses a kiss to your cheek before running out the door, late for his class. And when you turn on your heel, you find Suguru giving you a wide smile, with an almost teasing look on his face. You glare in response, moving past him to do the dishes.

“Do you need something, Suguru?”

“Are you guys dating?” he asks, resting his chin in his hands as he gives you a jeering smile.

“What’s it to you?” you ask.

“My best friend…my roommate…seems like a very big deal to me.”

“Well, we’re just talking. I don’t know if it’s official, but I think it’s exclusive.” you respond.

“It’s definitely exclusive. He’s liked you for a while.”

You snort, as he comes up at your side and starts drying the dishes.

“No, I’m serious! I promise, he’s not coming around this much just to see me. And I’m sure you’ll make him very happy. Keep him in his place.”

“That’s what he said.” you murmur, smiling.

“Just, don’t get too heated if you guys get into an argument. You’re both the most stubborn people I know, but don’t let that get in the way of anything.”

“Okay, I’ll definitely take relationship advice from someone who pathologically lies to his girlfriend everyday.”

Suguru yanks on the edge of ear and you splash a good amount of dishwater at him in response as you both laugh.

“I’ll have you know, that I told her almost like two days afterwards because I couldn’t stomach it.”

“Huh? Why didn’t you tell us?”

“It was just funny watching you guys try to be nice to each other. And then Hiromi was dead set on matchmaking the second she figured out Gojo was all but in love with you.”

You roll your eyes at him in response, as you turn out to walk to the coffee shop before your next class. And as you march to the coffee shop, music blaring in your headphones, you feel a tugging on your elbow as you almost walk in.

You turn around to find an older man, with blue eyes and light hair, smiling at you. And as you tug your headphones off and hear him talk, you know without a doubt that this has to be Satoru’s father.

“Are you Y/N L/N?” he asks, his hands folded perfectly against the crisp pressing off his suit.

“Sure. Who are you?” you ask, yanking your headphones off so they're resting around your ears.

“I’m Satoru’s father.”

“Oh, okay. Can I help you?” you asked, running through your thoughts as you think of what Satoru would want you to do most.

Walk away? Be polite? Insult him?

Insulting him is surely what you want to do. But knowing him, he wouldn’t even want you to talk to him for a second, so you should try your best to abort the conversation in its tracks.

“I’d like to talk to you about your intentions. With my son.” he responds.

“I'd love to do that. But I have to run to class, so I’ll have to go now.”

“Class? What’s your major?”

“Education.”

That must not be the answer he wanted, because he stiffens his jaw before talking again, which just builds onto another reason that this man irritates you.

“Right, well. I’ll be off then.” you respond, trying to move past him.

“Are you dating my son?”

“Not yet. But I think it’s headed that way.” you respond.

“Well, if you’re so intent on attending your class, here’s my phone number. I’d like for you to call me the second you’re out of your class so we can discuss more.” he states, handing you a shiny piece of cardstock.

You begrudgingly take it, shaking his hand as you all but sprint off to your class. But unbeknownst to you, Satoru was watching the entire thing play out from the window, with an ice matcha latte in hand just for you.

He trashes the cup as he walks out. He’s always thought matcha was disgusting anyways.

And three days later, you find Satoru in the library. In what might possibly, the most compromising of situations.

You’re a few weeks out from finals, the banquet at the end of the week, and buried with term papers that you need to write. Hence the need to procure your matcha latte, lock yourself in the library for the rest of the week, until you can go to the event with Satoru and let loose before you go home for break.

Except when you’re trekking through the library looking for a place to study, you find that a really large group is populating your usual prime spot near the window, with the big white board that you like to use.

But even more jarring than the stupid white board and spot you’re comfortable in, it’s who is taking up the spot. Because Sukuna and his friends are taking up the entire face and there’s a certain white haired idiot sitting all the way at the end, headphones over his ears as he types away on his laptop.

And you can hear your blood rushing in your ears as you walk up to him, all but yanking the headphones off your ears.

“Hi Satoru.”

“Hi Y/N.” he seethes back, matching the anger in your voice.

“I got you a drink, asshole.”

He looks down at your matcha latte, before looking back up at you and rolling his eyes.

“Always intent on not listening to me, aren’t you?”

“I learned from the best, asswipe.” you respond, marching off to the apartment and fighting down the angry tears that are falling out of your eyes.

With the load of finals behind you and the quietness that populates your apartment, you find yourself begrudgingly dragging yourself to the banquet. And curse yourself for letting Satoru convince you, for already putting in an RSVP so early that now you can’t take it away.

The room’s uncomfortably warm, the masses of people moving around each other, cheeks blushed pink from the drinks and flutes in all of their hands. You swipe one off of the tray as someone walks past, intent on filling that cold, awkward feeling in your chest with whatever warmth it can give you.

You take a spot near the corner of the room, a nice vantage point from where you can spot, eye who you can talk to first. Your partner from your English class is stuck talking to your professor, which is frankly a bleak option.

There’s the group of girls from your cohort, but they’re all talking to Sukuna and his girlfriend, which is a big no for you. And you’d love to talk to your advisor, but you’re positive occupying the solo spot on the wall is better than talking to the one professor that everyone hates.

And you spot Satoru, his white hair stark against the crowd, as he talks to Hiromi and Suguru. He’s all dressed up, his tie loose around his neck and the top buttons are undone. You suppose that’s as well as Satoru can present for an event like this anyways, and your heart stings at the premise.

Because there's nothing you want to do more than point it out. That everyone’s dressed up, but he can’t even be bothered to put himself together for this. And you want him to argue back, to sport that stupid shit eating grin he always uses when he argues with you.

It’s irritating. How much it’s killing you to not be with him.

You pull down the edges of your dress, trying to soothe through the creases that are lining on your green dress, as you try your best to stop that tense, uncomfortable feeling from settling in your skin.

On the most annoying cue ever, Sukuna walks up to stand by your side, two drinks in his hand. He gestures for you to take one, which you oblige, as you swallow the irritation on your tongue as he starts talking.

“Y/N.”

“Sukuna.”

“Did you poison my drink? Or are you morally above attempted murder?”

“I believe I am.”

“Shocking, given your track record.”

“Are you here alone?” he asks.

“What’s it to you?”

“It’s just that you RSVP'd for two people. Yet you’re the only one standing here.”

“Are you stalking me now?" you ask, eyeing him.

“Maybe a little bit. I was just curious to see who it was you were seeing now.”

“What’s it to you?”

“Just have to make sure that they take care of you. That’s all.” he states, shrugging

You roll your eyes, putting a sizable amount of distance between you two.

“That’s rich coming from you. Leaving me without a place to live is a real gesture of compassion, Sukuna.”

“Well, I think that-”

A girl, with short brown hair cuts the two of you off, as she excitedly points to the wallpaper above you.

“You’re both standing under the mistletoe!”

You look up, to find a small lock of the plant above the two of you, as you fight the urge to internally groan.

“Right, well. That’s my cue to leave.” you respond, setting the glass down on the table.

Sukuna wraps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into him as you stumble on the edge of your heels.

“It’s just mistletoe. You have to honor it or that’s like…really shitty luck.” he states, giving you a smile.

“I’ll take my chances. It couldn't possibly be worse than this.”

“Look. I really hate being on bad terms. You were really important to me and I hate to think that you’re out there being mad at me.”

“Right, well. Get used to being disappointed then because I’m clear on where I stand.” you respond.

You make the motions to move again, as Sukuna yanks you back again. Except this time, Satoru’s at your side, nearly shoving him into the wall. He gives you a look, devoid of any emotion, as he adjusts his tie around his neck.��

“You’re not going to kiss her.” he states, teetering on the edges of his heels. Like he’s almost bored, so disinterested in the conversation that he’s having with Sukuna right now.

“I was just joking. It wasn’t that serious, I wouldn’t even consider it honestly.” he states, as the words sting your ears. You don’t know whether to be relieved, offended, or extremely agitated by the premise of his comment.

“You’d be so lucky.” he snorts, as you swallow hard.

“Right. We are talking about the same girl, right?” he sneers.

Satoru groans, looking up to the sky, before taking his jacket off and handing it to you. You give him a confused look, to which he smiles, before turning back to Sukuna.

“Rather unfortunate that you chose to mess with the wrong girl. That and the fact that I have no semblance of manners when it comes to these types of things.”

And then Satoru swings straight for his nose, wincing and shaking his knuckles in the air as Sukuna slams into the wall behind him. There’s a loud gasp, head turning to look at the three of you as you swallow hard. There’s a small amount of bright, red blood falling out of his nose as Satoru gives him a shit eating grin.

“Thanks for holding it.” Satoru states, taking the jacket from your hands as the two of you watch Sukuna walk off into the side.

“Right, well-”

“Satoru.”

The two of you turn around to find his father, nose flaring and undoubtedly mad, as he appears at your side. Satoru storms out of the room, agitated, as you follow and run behind him. The air outside is significantly colder, snow sticking to the concrete.

“Are you okay?” you ask, the air so cold that you can see your breath in the air.

“Yes. Are you?” he asks back, turning around to look at you. He’s kicking the tiny flakes of snow in the ground, averting eye contact with you as he talks.

“Yeah. Now, I can yell at you.” you respond, shoving him.

“What’s your problem?”

“What’s yours?” he asks back, seething.

“You. You ignored me for like two days and then I found you in the library being all buddy buddy with Sukuna. And then you punch him in the face for no reason?”

“It wasn’t for no reason.”

“Right. Your hand just jerked through the air and just happened to hit his face.”

“What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?”

You groan, bringing your hands up through your temples, as your frustration comes to a head.

“Why are you pretending this is nothing? Like we're nothing?” you scream, tears burning your eyes at you look at him.

“When did I say this was nothing?”

“’m fucking dying over here to be the person standing next to you, because there’s nowhere else I want to be, and instead I’m standing in the corner trying to avoid you like the plague.”

His eyes twitch, his hands almost fidgeting at your sides as you angrily wipe your tears off your cheeks and smudge the makeup pressed to your face.

“You…you’re so fucking aggravating. You’re mean to me, then you’re nice. You act like you love me, but then you don’t. Your best friend tells me that I basically mean the world to you and then your stupid dad ambushes me outside a coffee shop and basically insults me but-”

“What?” he states.

“What? I just like…don’t know what page you’re on. You make no fucking sense, you’re so..so hot and cold with me instead of just telling me what’s going on. If you didn’t like me anymore, you should have just said that instead of hurting my feelings.” you state, crossing your arms as you turn back from him.

He comes up at your side, eyes wide as he looks down at you. He quickly takes his jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders as the tears stream down your eyes.

“What did my dad say to you? Was it at the coffee shop?” he whispers, hands braced on your shoulders.

“Huh? How’d you know that?”

“Just, tell me.”

“Well, I was going to get my latte. He kind of pulled me aside. Asked me what my intentions were with you. Made some weird backhanded comment about me being an education major and-”

“And?”

“Gave me his business card. Told me to call him because I kept trying to leave. I think I threw it in a trash can or something.”

Satoru groans, leaning his forehead against your shoulder, as he curses.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.” he murmurs, eyes pinched in regret as he lifts his head back up.

“What?”

“Shit. I-I got mad at you. For talking to my dad, behind my back and not telling me. I thought…he was asking you for information about me and you were obliging. That you took his card so you could call him.”

“You watched that entire thing?”

“Yeah. And I saw you shove the card into your pocket as you walked away and I just got so angry that I-”

“That you what?”

“Hung out with Sukuna. To make you mad.”

You glare at him, shoving him again for good measure.

“You did what?”

“I was upset! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to it was just that-”

“You didn’t even think to ask me? You just had to be petty?” you scream, your frustration building.

His eyes go wide, as he swallows hard. He burrows his hands into his pockets, lifting them from your shoulders as he casts his head down. You can tell that his skin is burning, it’s turning slightly pink, as you realize that the reason the two of you weren’t here together, stupidly laughing at everyone, was because of a simple miscommunication.

“Satoru.” you groan, lifting your hand to your forehead.

“Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

“In what world was that fair to me? You didn’t even think to ask?”

Satoru takes both of your hands in his, lifting them up to cover his eyes with. Your knuckles are flat against his forehead, the ends of his hair tickling your skin.

“Y/N. I’m so shit at this type of stuff. You’re far too put together for me.”

“I’m not expecting you to be put together. Just to kind of…work with me here.” you murmur, as he rests his head against your frame again. You’re wrapping your arms around his torso, deflating into his touch.

“Yeah, well. All I know how to do is fight and-”

“If you say you’ll love me rather than fight with me, I’ll forgive you.”

“Huh?”

“Just promise. That you’ll try to love me. And forgive me before you turn to fighting.” you murmur, cupping his face in your hands.

“Y/N. I-”

“You have so many walls that I’m trying to break through. Just try to work with me here when I’m trying to do it.” you whisper.

“There you go. Doing that thing again.”

“Doing what?”

“Seeing the best in me. Making me want to be better.”

You smile, leaning your head to the side.

“Is that so bad?”

“No. No, just. Try to be patient with me? I know I’m really shitty at this type of thing but-”

“As long as you stick around. And don’t ignore me for five days like a fucking asshole, I promise I will.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the palms of your hands still secured around his face, as he leans his own forehead against yours.

“Okay. Just, give it to me straight when…when I do stuff like this.”

“Okay. I hate it when you’re stupid as fuck and jump to conclusions. Like genuinely, it’s really irritating that I spent all of finals week sleeping in my bed alone when it was obscenely cold and you weren’t there. And you just had to assume shit when you didn’t-”

“Okay, I get it. Get to the good parts now.”

“Ego-maniac.”

“Cmon. I’m wounded here.” he states, holding his bruised hand up to you. You take it in yours, pressing a kiss to the red skin before continuing.

“I like when you talk to me. And when we get to keep moving forward, past this type of stuff. It’s like…the best part of a story. You get to see the conflict be resolved and then keep going.”

He smiles hard, nodding at your words.

“You have to kiss me.” he states.

“Why?”

“I’m going to pretend I’m not offended by that heinous look on your face at the thought of kissing me. But, mistletoe.”

You look up, to find a set of tiny Christmas lights with little embellishments in them, one of which is mistletoe.

“That doesn’t count.”

“Yes, it does.”

“That’s not real mistletoe.”

He pouts, rolling his eyes at you.

“Fine. Don’t kiss me then.”

You wrap your hand around his wrist, yanking him down by the tie to press a kiss to his soft, warm lips. They’re enough to warm up your frozen, nearly frostbitten blue ones, as he shakes his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and smiling into the kiss.

And you take solace in the fact that at least for that night, the conflict is over. And the story continues.

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lifesteal-tournaments · 4 months ago

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Planet vs Subz Round 2 is sick and twisted. Almost as sick and twisted as Round 1 Dualities vs Spacewaffles. To be a Planetlord and Baconnwaffles0 gay minecraft love supporter here is to suffer but my god will I try my best. At least if we die here it was against a genuinely worthy opponent.

Gay roleplay doesn’t have to be limited to the lighthearted or the upfront and obvious. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, but Planet’s very casual domesticity, flirting, and shows of affection towards Bacon aren’t any lesser for not being lampshaded as frequently. The teasing and the needy partner act and the bickering and the picking silly pvp fights (intricate rituals to touch another man’s skin) running back to Season 4 and the classic Lifesteal destruction as love in Season 5 talking about liking killing Bacon because he likes the look on his face when it happens (the rituals are intricate) and constant affectionate language through every season since 4 is like. that has to count for something. There’s so much range there. It’s not even been two weeks since the ‘you beautiful boy’ ‘you’re so cute’ ‘I love you’ pigtail-pulling 1v1 spawn repair stream. On a server like Lifesteal you can’t be more obviously flirting than that. Planet is good at gay roleplay! Even ignoring all the Bacon stuff you’ve got such classically gay activities like being the nosiest guy alive and also the uh dripstone emote clip. They let Squiddo on LaLas because it sounded gay and therefore they were in! He’s bisexual flag colored! This is cope. I know this is cope. if I’m being truly honest with myself Subz deserves the win for all the Everything that was vitalasubz and subzam and also that one Pangi date and probably the Clown body pillow and if it was Bacon against him or Planet against someone like Derap maybe I’d be fighting harder but Spacewaffles did not spend three seasons falling in love to go out Round 1 of the Duo bracket and both lose Round 2 of the gay roleplay bracket and Bacon is not beating Squiddo ‘canon lesbian marriage’ Minecraft so I’m trying my best here okay. And hey. I’m just saying. Only one of these guys had their polycule survive until the end of season 4 and it wasn’t ItzSubz_

#lifesteal gay roleplay tournament #propaganda #planetlord #tough world out there for spacewaffles enjoyers. my condolences. i will have a talk with the evil wheel about this #anon

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moriaarts · 11 months ago

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343rd Clone Trooper Leki

It’s Leki bitch. Say hello to the wittle shit baby of the 343rd. And proof that i’ve been listening to Chapelle Roan wayyy too much. Text under the thing!

CT-2170B, twin to Lash or CT-2170A, is one of the later models of clone released by the Kaminoans. One of the “lucky” few that wasn't deployed on Geonosis, but rather assigned to the Nabooen guard with her batchmates, under Gregar Typhos’ command

As a later batch, that maybe saw the worst of Jango's waning DNA, her batch was one of the last, cobbled together and sent to replace units that had fallen on this outer rim boarding planet. (At this point more for contingency than high quality products) Meaning Leki and Lash didn't get along the best with their batchmates.

Bullying was a little more cutting than it was playful. And personalities were a little bolder than earlier batches. Making Leki. Leki has always known exactly who she is from the moment she was decanted, and as in everything she does she is unapologetically herself. Not ideal for a copy paste clone soldier.

Shes smart enough to know the picking fights with her isnt peronal but that doesn’t mean she won’t give as good as she gets.

Most of the tattoos of the 343rd are done by Leki. Most of the contraband is brought in by her too. Her curious nature and definitely legal means of getting goods is why she was booted from the capital to the more rural agricultural outpost where the 343rd are based. Stuck watching over farmers instead of senators rather than fightingh bounty hunters. And of course Lash followed.

Bonus:

Leki is a master of conversation and charm. Ask and ye shall recieve is her motto, and because of this her voice is of a softer higher pitch than the others after chatting up a grifter selling vocoders in a bar in Theed.

Leki is called Leki because of the style of plated pigtails she wears her hair in, resembling the Leku of the Twi’leks.

Heres the reset of this company of trans clones and her playlist for her vibes 💖

#m art #clone wars #star wars clone wars #clone trooper oc #clone trooper leki #she is a lil shit and therefore beloved #also i just loooooooove the lil art i made for her she is beautiful ppl #and fearless af and smart as hell ur doomed if u meet her enemy or no #trans #captain kiss & company

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jo-harrington · 4 months ago

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Luminous Beings - Episode 3: I've Got a Bad Feeling About This

Art by @monologichno || Beta Read by @undead-supernova Part of the @eddiemunsonbigbang

Summary: Eddie gets a little grumpy as he loses control of his ship and his crew, and he's about to do something about it.

Word Count: 7.7k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Thalia Trieste)

Warnings/Themes: Star Wars AU, Fluff, Budding Romance, Pigtail-Pulling Behavior, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Miscommunication, Distrust, Mention of Alcohol and Substance Use, Minor Canon Inaccuracies/Adaptation, Galactic Politics, Mention of Death, Vague References to Order 66 and the Jedi Purge

Note: Thanks again to everyone reading. This chapter is going to be a little more light-hearted; to quote one Anakin Skywalker "this is where the fun begins."

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Thank you for reading. Enjoy!

Nar Shaddaa - 10BBY

Eddie didn't consider himself a proud man.

Pride led to mistakes.

And in this life, mistakes got you killed.

Still, he was proud of a few things. Proud of the fact that he and his friends had gotten off that dump of a planet, that they'd been generally successful in their smuggling so far, and that they'd even managed to play music through all the chaos in the galaxy.

Most of all, though, he was proud of his ship.

The Dragonborn had come a long way from the scrap heap that once played home to their fantasies. She might've been an old model, but a ship was a ship; they all looked the same on the inside. Sure, there were still parts of it held together with bonding tape and a prayer, but she flew like a dream. The smoothest jump to hyperspace you could ever experience.

It was a symbol of their efforts to make their dreams a reality.

And it was their home.

"It's a mess," Thalia announced judgmentally as Eddie led her through the ship to the main deck.

"What?" Eddie's voice went shrill as he abruptly stopped and turned on his heel to face her. He grabbed her by the shoulders to stop her before she crashed into him.

He'd been graciously giving her a tour while the guys put together a makeshift bunk in their poor excuse for a med bay. Their ship wasn't a passenger ship; it wasn't even a freighter technically, but they made do. An old war ship from a time long-forgotten, it was fast, discreet, and meant to carry minimal crew. So there–understandably–wasn't much extra space, and all the beds in the bunkroom were occupied.

Unless she wanted to squeeze in with one of them, which he doubted.

It wasn't some fancy starliner–if you could even call the vessels Star Tours flew starliners–but he wasn’t a tyrant. He wanted her to be comfortable while she was aboard. So he wouldn't have to hear any kind of complaints, at the very least.

He should've known he wouldn't be so lucky.

"What do you mean 'it's a mess?'" he asked. He stopped himself from giving her a good shake. "These are the best accommodations you're gonna get, even on your budget, sweetheart."

"Seriously?" She huffed a little laugh and looked around.

Eddie followed her gaze to mud caked on the floors and walls from the last excursion to...well, maybe it had been there for a while. Then she gestured to a stack of crates that blocked the entrance to their singular escape pod.

Or, rather, it had been a stack. Everything toppled over at some point.

And had that musty smell always been there?

Thalia turned back to Eddie, eyebrows raised expectantly, as she waited for him to try and defend his ship again.

He tried to make an excuse instead.

"We're too busy to clean. You try being one of the best smuggling crews in the galaxy. Keeping tidy isn't one of the key strengths you need."

"Uh huh." She didn't look convinced.

"And haven't you ever had a roommate before?" Eddie smirked at her. "Or has all your freelancing gotten you a flat in the Senate District."

"I've had roommates." Thalia replied, and then shot her own smirk at him. Eddie made a mental note about how she avoided the question about her place of residence.

She continued.

"They were all neat and organized and considerate and respectful. A delight to be around."

"Then you chose the wrong ship, sweetheart." He leaned in close and his voice dropped low, as if he was about to tell a secret. "We're just a bunch of scoundrels."

Her eyes darted between his as she hummed judgmentally in response. Eddie's own eyes narrowed in return; he could practically feel the fiery challenge spark within her, and he felt drawn to its heat.

He was about to lean closer, say some other scathing words to antagonize her, but a series of aggressive beeps and boops and whistles interrupted him. He rolled his eyes, released his grip on Thalia, and backed away so he could confront the source of the intrusion head-on.

The clunky bin-shaped droid rolled down the ramp leading from the main deck, directing scathing binary beeps at him as it closed the distance. Eddie couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He was about to tell the little droid off when Thalia's amusement-filled voice stopped him.

"And who is this?" she asked, clearly trying to hold back a smile.

The droid stopped beeping and its head swiveled towards her. It rolled backwards momentarily, maybe in fear, before it continued and stopped right before her. A panel on the front of its body popped open and a utility arm extended out.

The droid beeped as it greeted Thalia, head swiveling back and forth happily.

Eddie rolled his eyes again.

The Dragonborn hadn't been the only thing that the boys had fixed up during those final years back on Bracca. One might even say that it was secondary to another project.

They'd found the old T-7 series droid out in the junk-filled oblivion as kids; collectively, they had all been a little too poor to own an astro-droid, so it had been a joyous discovery. Over the years, they fixed him. Replaced parts of his body, as well as his innards, repainted him, and made him look as cool as their teenage minds could fathom; they salvaged as much of the old T-7 droid as they could, but in the end, he was made of more replacement components than his original parts.

When he was finally booted up, it didn't feel right to call him T-7. So Eddie and his friends gave him a new name.

"It's nice to meet you too, D5-TN," Thalia greeted the droid. She reached out to grab the utility arm in a pseudo-handshake. "I'm Thalia."

"You can call him Dustin," Eddie explained. "Or Dusty. Or Dust Bin. Technically that was his original name. Dusty Dust Bin."

D5-TN's head swiveled towards Eddie and let out a string of expletive beeps that had Thalia biting her lip to hold back a laugh.

"Come on now," Eddie groaned. "Don't embarrass me in front of a guest."

D5-TN let out a very argumentative sound, as if to tell Eddie not to embarrass him.

Eddie simply ignored it and continued to explain. "She's gonna be flying with us to Coruscant. So if you'd like to head back to the bridge and get the coordinates so we can get out of Hutt Space and be on our way?"

Dustin rocked back and forth in irritation, but turned and rolled back up the ramp regardless.

As he rolled away, another panel opened, this time on the side of his body, and another utility arm extended out. A small, blue flame ignited at the end of the arm in the droid's interpretation of a crude gesture.

Which earned an obnoxiously loud honk of laughter from Thalia.

"Did you teach him that?" She giggled once the droid was out of sight.

"Jeff did," Eddie deadpanned, but shook his head with the smallest of chuckles. "Sometimes I wish I had, though. Little shit."

"Jeff?" Thalia asked. "Or Dusty."

"Both of them."

They grinned at each other, and then Eddie gestured onwards to continue the tour.

Apart from the general state of disarray–which Thalia pointedly stared at and Eddie pointedly ignored–the rest of the tour went without a hitch. The other guys all made their appearances as they headed towards the bridge after setting up Thalia's bunk.

Eventually, Thalia and Eddie ended up back down on the lower deck. The guys had done a good job setting up for her.

"There's a 'fresher right across here," Eddie pointed out. "And another one with a turbo shower next to the bunkroom. Sorry in advance about Dayv's farts; they're toxic and they linger."

Thalia snorted and he grinned.

"The galley is always open if you get hungry," he continued. "I'm partial to snacking but G'areth is our resident cook and he's pretty good."

"I'm looking forward to his culinary talents."

"And if you need anything else, just let any of us know."

"I will."

Their goodbye was an awkward one, as Eddie said another brief welcome aboard, then turned to head back to the bridge to join the others.

He stopped halfway up the ramp, having thought of one last thing to say to Thalia. One last little hospitality that he'd never needed to give before, but deep down wanted to regardless.

But as he got to the door of the medbay, he saw her seated at the edge of her makeshift bed, head in her hands, body folded in on itself in exhaustion. He could practically feel it emanating from her in waves.

And instead of interrupting that moment of reprieve, he backed away and gave her some privacy.

Hyperspace - 10BBY

There used to be archaic old myths about "not letting a woman on your ship unless you wanted bad luck to follow." Back when inter-galactic travel was new and you were liable to blow your ship apart just by jumping to hyperspace.

Of course, it was all bantha poodoo. Stories made up by people looking to hate and discriminate. Still, those myths would float around, words whispered in cantinas or at spaceports or around a sabacc table, uttered by the absolute scum of the galaxy.

Eddie never believed in them. Ever. Never.

However, he had to admit that the thought did cross his mind after Thalia stepped aboard the Dragonborn.

Not because she was a woman.

Because she brought bad luck.

Bad luck for him.

Or perhaps he was a little bit bitter. But could you blame him? She was a pest. A menace.

Within the first day of her being aboard, it was clear that the rest of the crew, his friends, had taken a liking to her. Nay, a preference to her company over his.

Now, he knew his buddies were attention-seeking drydaks, but come on...he'd think that they at least would give some weight to their Captain's company over a pretty stranger.

They'd fallen over each other to offer their seats at the mess table at breakfast every morning and then listened raptly as she told stories or answered their questions about all the planets she'd been to.

As though they'd never left home before.

"Naboo is nice," she waved dismissively. "But it's Naboo. It's supposed to be nice. Mon Cala is alright, if you like water. Because it's basically all water. And Alderaan is...cold. Oh! But it has a lot of libraries, and they're all accessible to the public."

Eddie scoffed as he dragged his spoon through his breakfast, obnoxiously scraping the bottom of his bowl. Four heads and a metal dome all turned towards him curiously.

"You think these guys can read?" he asked, earning the ire of his friends.

Of course, breakfast wasn't the only time that he encountered her around the ship. It was a small ship. She was here and there, asking questions, basking in the attention his crew gave her.

She was everywhere, and he couldn't avoid her.

He figured that she'd stay out of his dreams, at least. Sleep might be his only reprieve.

But every night like clockwork, when everyone was asleep and D5-TN was monitoring controls, he was woken up by the sound of Thalia's footsteps.

Typically, he was soothed into a deep slumber by the roar of hyperspace soaring on the other side of the durasteel hull, but with Thalia on board, he'd become acutely aware of every little sound she made. Every cough, every murmur, every little movement.

She would tip-toe out of the medbay and down the corridor to the cargo hold. He listened curiously as the pneumatic doors hissed open and she walked around the container. Even though he wasn’t allowed to ask what was in the container, the boys had all taken turns questioning what was inside. To no avail, of course, but Thalia entertained their curiosity. It left Eddie to wonder if she thought one of them had tampered with it? Or did she have a deep-seated worry that whatever it was that was being smuggled wouldn't make it to Coruscant?

Regardless, it seemed that she needed the visual assurance that it was there.

A few times, he'd considered going down to confront her. Well, confront was a harsh word. But he could speak to her like the good captain he was. Assure her that nothing would happen, that the cargo was in good hands. That they'd get their payout and then they'd never have to see each other again.

Unless she had another job where he and his crew would get such a steep cut. Then he'd gladly see her as much as he could.

Before he could get a chance to kick the blankets off though, she would always make one more lap around the container and head back to the medbay. He figured that he should ask her about it come morning, but he never got a chance to approach her in private. Especially since he learned that Thalia liked to keep busy.

There was a frantic energy about her out in space, in great contrast to the calm that seemed to surround her when they'd been on Nar Shaddaa. The only way she was able to expel it was to make herself useful.

Of course, she didn't ask anyone if she could help out around the ship. She gave herself permission, much to everyone's annoyance.

Or, once again, possibly just Eddie's.

She'd started by organizing the medbay and inventorying their supplies. Or, more accurately, criticizing their lack of supplies. She'd approached him on the bridge on her second day aboard with a list.

"What is this?" he asked as she shoved a datapad in front of his face.

"You're out of bacta," she explained, and tapped a finger against the screen. "How can you call it a medbay if you don't even have bacta?"

"We have kolto," he pointed.

"Kolto isn't as good."

"Kolto is cheap."

"You're smugglers," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Are we?" Eddie snorted and then passed the tablet back to her dismissively. "Hadn't noticed."

The guys all chuckled, but she simply ignored them and continued, "Cockiness isn't gonna heal you if you get shot by a bounty hunter."

"Bold of you to assume that I have a bounty on my head," he retorted.

"Then when I shoot you," she snarled. Oh? Was he getting to her? Interesting.

“You don’t even have a blaster.”

“I’ll find one.”

Eddie simply dismissed her with a roll of his eyes and a "whatever you say" and she stormed off to go find her next project.

He should've just agreed to get the damn bacta.

It wasn't very noticeable at first. Some of the mud and dust that caked the surfaces down on the lower deck disappeared. At first, he thought G'areth had taken it upon himself to clean; he'd told his friend about Thalia's observation of how gunky the ship was and G'areth was the most vocal in his agreement.

"It's not that bad," Eddie said in disbelief.

"Eh, you're not the one who had to degrease Dusty's wheels," G'ar whined, with the aforementioned droid beep-booping to show his agreement and irritation.

However, neither G'areth nor D5-TN took responsibility for the newfound cleanliness.

Eddie found out soon enough that their guest was the one behind it, when he stepped out of the refresher–right after a shower, towel still around his waist–and found her inside one of the smuggling holds, hauling crates around.

"What do you think you're doing?" he demanded. "Where did those come from?"

"Organizing," she explained absentmindedly. She pried the top off one of the crates and then wrinkled her nose in distaste when she looked inside. "I think you need to toss this one. It stinks."

"It's supposed to stink," Eddie scoffed. "That's where I put our stash of markan herbs."

"Hmmm," she sealed the lid back on the crate and noticeably set it on the ground outside of the hold. "Rankweed."

"Oh come on! You don't smoke markan? Do you do any sort of spice? What are you, some kind of secret jedi? Not meant to partake in any sort of pleasurable substances."

"The jedi weren't–you know what?" She turned on her heel and looked up at him, then faltered over her words. "Where are your clothes, Eddie?"

"Back in my bunk." He thumbed over his shoulder. "I figured that you would appreciate it if I'd freshened up, given how much you like everything tidy. But there was a rat digging through my things and I got distracted before I could get dressed."

"Well..." Her eyes darted down and then back up at him, her mouth opened and shut, and he swore he saw the slightest flush on her cheeks. "M-maybe you should go get dressed now."

He shot her a mocking salute and headed to the bunkroom so he could do just that, glad that he got the upperhand on her for once.

He also realized that he liked seeing her flustered.

Expansion Region - 10BBY

"Standby, boys," Eddie said as he flipped switches and flipped levers. He checked the display monitors for any anomalies then announced, "Cut the sublight engines. Prepare to exit hyperspace.”

"Cutting sublight engines," G'areth announced.

They all took a moment to look out of the transparisteel window as the wash of hyperspace morphed into the brilliant starscape of the Rajtiri system.

Exiting hyperspace was always a wonder to witness; you never knew what breathtaking sight that existed in the galaxy that you'd wind up seeing.

Eddie hoped he and his friends would be able to see it all one day, Bendu-willing.

Today, though, they found themselves before a burning blue sun, a wash of nebulous gas, an arid planet full of spires and palaces, and finally, their destination.

"That doesn't look like Coruscant," came Thalia's voice from the entrance of the bridge, earning a mechanical snicker from D5-TN.

Well, maybe it wasn't their true destination, but it was a destination nonetheless.

"Busted," Jeff and G'areth muttered to each other in tandem and then made themselves busy as she passed.

Thalia stopped beside Eddie, folded her arms across her chest, and stared at him expectantly.

"Alright!" Eddie clapped and rubbed his hands together, pointedly ignoring her. "Another successful journey in the books, boys. Dayv, how're we looking at getting a hangar?"

"Uh," Dayv's eyes darted between his captain and their passenger, then pulled his headset off and cleared his throat. "We have clearance for Hangar 21."

"Wonderful, I can already taste the shaak roast sandwiches now." Eddie finally turned to Thalia, feigning surprise at her appearance. He thoroughly enjoyed how absolutely steamed she looked. "Ah, Miss Trieste. Didn't see you there."

"Didn't you?" she asked stiffly. "Where are we?"

"Oh," he began and he pressed a hand to his chest. "Does Star Tours not run direct flights to Rajtiri? Forgive me, I thought it might be familiar."

"And why are we here?"

"Was it not on the itinerary that I asked Jeff to send you? Jeffy, can you check to make sure your comms are working properly?"

"Eddie," Thalia practically stomped her foot, and Eddie grinned widely.

"It's just a pitstop, a quick excursion," he explained. "The trip to the Core is a long one; you should know that. We would've made the stop to refuel whether you were onboard or not."

"I expected a refueling depot," she said and then gestured to the window. "Not a whole space station."

Yes, orbiting the sandy planet was a massive space station, dish-shaped with various spacecraft zooming about it. Once pristine and white and proudly bearing the symbol of the Galactic Republic, it now sported various flags and banners of all the guilds and cartels that called the system home.

And inside the station was the largest marketplace for contraband that you could find in the galaxy.

"Have you ever been to Outpost 86 before?" Eddie asked Thalia.

"No," she muttered.

He turned back to the steering yoke and started the landing sequence.

"Then we're gonna have a great time."

Having a great time meant that they needed to get her off the ship first.

Eddie might've planned this little detour to irritate her, both because he was having fun getting her flustered and as payback for all the irritation she seemed to cause him over the past few days, but that didn't mean he wanted her to stay locked in the ship while the rest of them had a good time.

"Well, shouldn't someone stay back with the ship?" she asked nervously as G'areth, Dayv, and Jeff all walked down the boarding ramp without any hesitation.

"Dusty'll keep her safe," Eddie insisted. "I'm secretly convinced that he likes to stay behind so he can send secret encrypted messages to his girlfriend."

From somewhere inside the ship D5-TN whistled and honked about a super processor designated SU-S7 that he got periodic slicing updates from, and that she was not his girlfriend.

"He's just embarrassed," Eddie whispered loud enough for Thalia to hear, then returned to his normal volume. "Come on, it'll be safe. Look at me. Would I let anything happen to you?"

"You don't know the stories I've heard about you, Moonsun," Thalia tutted and crossed her arms over her chest. "Safe isn't the word I would describe."

Eddie, of course, chose to focus on one specific part of her statement.

"You've heard stories about me?" he asked, a little bashfully, then grinned. "Good stories? Bad stories? Did you talk to one of my exes? Did they tell you I was mean and scary?"

Thalia snorted and shook her head.

"Come on, you were brave enough to show up on Nar Shaddaa wearing your nice little Star Tours jacket."

"You act like I'm some innocent little flower, working for Star Tours."

"Oh," Eddie put a hand on his chest. "I know well enough by now that you're not innocent, sweetheart."

"I've seen some things," she continued and took a few steps down the boarding ramp, towards him.

"What sorts of things?"

A few more steps.

"You'd be surprised by some of the stories I have to tell."

"Well then you'll have to tell me sometime," he insisted as she took the last step off the boarding ramp, which hissed and shut behind her. "But for now, we have a whole space station to explore."

For a place that Eddie verbally described as a "wretched hive of scum and villainy," he felt more at home on Outpost 86 than he ever had on Bracca.

Actually, Bracca was only a hop, skip, and a jump-to-lightspeed away from the Outpost. Just a star system or two.

He and his friends could visit home if they really wanted to. He could visit Wane.

That was partly the reason this had become a favored pitstop for him and his friends over the years–the proximity to home, even though they never went back. And it was obvious how often they were here from the way certain vendors greeted him.

He could tell Thalia was trying very intently not to be impressed.

Which only spurred him to try and impress her even more.

The Outpost was loud and full of all sorts of sights and smells and beings from all parts of the galaxy, especially being situated along one of the busiest trade routes. There were endless pathways and flashing lights and constant chatter and laughter and music. There was an imperial presence in the Outpost, of course, in the form of a recruitment stand on one of the lower levels and a handful of troopers that walked around intimidatingly, but other than that, it was a free for all.

The first time he and his friends had stopped there, they'd gotten lost looking for their hangar for nearly a day. They almost gave up and debated pooling their credits to get a transport back home. Luckily, they'd stumbled into a familiar turbolift and made it back.

Eddie knew how easy it was to get overwhelmed, so he gently directed Thalia's attention past the distractions, like the holoprojectors advertising Jorgus Qweeno's newest drama on the Holonet, to things he thought she might like.

Little stalls with knick knacks that you could give to friends and family. Repulsorlift carts where vendors sold buttered grains and strangely-flavored slushes. And a smoke-filled cantina full of dejarik tables, where you might bet a few measly credits or your entire life-savings.

"I won my guitar here," he shared as they stood at the bar, waiting for drinks. He thought fondly of the day he won the mottled-red instrument. "This big twi'lek had it strapped to his back like a blaster rifle and I had to have it."

"You don't seem like the kind of guy who plays dejarik," Thalia stated matter-of-factly.

"Can I let you in on a little secret?" He leaned closer. So close, his lips brushed against the shell of her ear. "I'm not. I almost lost my ship."

He pulled back and grimaced in embarrassment.

"The guys were, uh, not too happy about that."

"I'm sure they weren't," she laughed. "Recklessness must be in your blood."

"Reckless is my middle name, actually."

"Eddric Reckless Moonsun. That does have a bit of a ring to it."

"Eddie Reckless." He thought about it for a second as the bartender slid glasses full of bubbling liquid across to them. "Maybe if we ever get famous for our music I'll go by Eddie Reckless."

She hummed thoughtfully and glanced at him over the rim of her glass.

"And is that something you actually want?" She questioned. "To stop smuggling one day? Focus on music?"

"I..." It threw Eddie off for a moment, and he looked into his own glass as if he might find the answer there. "I mean...that was just a joke."

"All jokes are rooted in some truth."

"It would be nice. Steadier work, less of a chance for the Empire to throw us all in prison. Or get one of our heads blown off in a standoff with one of the cartels. I don't think any of us saw this as our future when we were younger."

"Tell me about it," Thalia muttered under her breath.

"You too, huh?" He took a sip of his drink. "You never did tell us how you got into this game. Or how you got into Star Tours in the first place."

"Star Tours? Easy. There are a million flyers pasted around, luring people in with the promise of seeing the galaxy." She waved a hand towards the entrance of the cantina. "I even saw a few out there."

He bit his tongue at her obvious deflection of his real question, but decided to simply play along. They were getting along so well, finally seeing eye-to-eye. Who was he to ruin it?

"Who is better at recruiting? Star Tours or the Empire?"

"Star Tours. Hands down."

"Do you get a dishonorable discharge if you want to quit too?"

"Worse, they just eject you out of the airlock."

As they continued on, she went on to tell him some of the more cautionary tales of her time traveling aboard the transport vessels, mainly the horror stories about the passengers that made her consider quitting.

“But I guess, if I wasn’t flying with Star Tours, I wouldn’t have ended up here,” she ended on a jar-half-full note.

On they went to the next level of the Outpost, and Eddie showed off one of his favorite places: the little sandwich stand that he had been dreaming about that truly led to this excursion in the first place.

If you could really call their featured dish a sandwich.

Thinly-sliced, spiced shaak roast with sweet onions and spicy peppers on a hearty, yeasty roll that was so saturated with rich gravy, it was easier to serve in a bowl than wrapped in waxed paper.

If Eddie could, he'd eat this for every meal for the rest of his life.

"They have these crispy herbed topatoes sometimes too," he told Thalia as he handed a bowl off to her from the little hatch where the food was served. "Not today it seems, but I highly recommend them."

"Guess we'll just have to come back," she suggested.

"We'll have to come back, huh?" he asked. “You planning on joining my crew?”

"Shush."

He watched with bated breath as she took her first bite, ignoring his own food in favor of sharing this experience with someone new.

It was interesting, watching the little movements and changes of her expression as she chewed. He could practically hear her thoughts, feel her emotions change, as she considered the sandwich. The wayward curl that fell into her eyes as she ducked her head to take a second bite, the little scrunch of her nose, the sparkle in her eyes as the flavors bloomed on her tongue, the way said tongue peeked out to lick away some gravy that lingered on her lips.

Her lips. Yeah, he remembered looking at those back at the Surly Sarlacc...turns out she still had them...he wondered what they might taste like.

Eddie cleared his throat, trying to get the intrusive, inappropriate thought out of his head as it suddenly appeared, and he asked, "Verdict?"

She tilted her head back and forth in contemplation before she nodded and speared another bite on her fork.

"It's delightful," she announced. Eddie whooped in approval and then took his own first bite, letting the food warm his soul the way it always did. "You know, I used to work at this diner on Coruscant...before Star Tours...and the chef had a dish sort of like this. But with nerfsteak and cheese."

The way she voluntarily shared that with him warmed his soul too.

"Which one was better?"

"Definitely this one," she said sheepishly. "Don't tell Dex."

"My lips are sealed."

Things had been going great; the whole day had been damn near perfect.

So of course, everything had to take a turn.

After a quick commlink from Jeff, they headed back towards the turbolift down to the hangars. He'd been in the middle of telling a story about a recent job with the Guavians, and was so focused on trying to explain how they'd almost double crossed him, that he didn't notice that Thalia wasn't beside him. When he cracked a joke and got no reaction, he stopped in his tracks and found her standing in front of one of the massive screens cycling through Holonet News feeds.

For the Holonet to have been something that the crew of the Dragonborn had watched obsessively as boys, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a full broadcast. Last he knew, though, the whole program had been tainted by propaganda for the Empire. Even his favorite news anchors, who'd once relayed stories of the Republic's victories during the Clone Wars, happily peddled imperial garbage.

He didn't think that Thalia would be interested in that kind of news, having been vocally critical of their government.

But as he got closer, he too was frozen in shock by the headline.

"...the capture and interrogation of the fugitive Jedi Master Cere Junda on Eriadu after an unexpected attack on an Imperial Weapons depot," the anchor announced stoically. "Junda was last sighted..."

"It's crazy," Eddie said over the broadcast. Thalia turned her head slightly in his direction, but her eyes remained locked on the screen as the aforementioned fugitive's picture was displayed. "The Jedi...being..."

He didn't know where he was going with that statement. The Jedi being what, exactly? Being captured and killed. Being hunted down. He might've joked with Thalia about the Jedi...but his own opinions on them had shifted at some point since the rise of the Empire. From hero worship to...indifference, to put it lightly.

"The Jedi betraying the Republic," he finally decided. "The Chancellor...Emperor...whoever the hell he is."

The broadcast changed to an array of wanted posters featuring the entirety of the Jedi Council and high-ranking Masters, some faces obscured with the notation of CAPTURED and KILLED. Cere Junda's face was the latest to be covered by bold, red aurebesh.

"What do you think?" he asked Thalia.

"What do I think of what?" she questioned in return.

"Of the Jedi," he shrugged. "They were heroes...and now they're...villains."

She turned to him abruptly, a fire burning in her eyes. He was shocked, even felt his throat tighten at the unexpected sight.

He felt the urge to backtrack, to apologize. She had lived on Coruscant, presumably when the Jedi Order had fallen; that must've affected her more than it had affected him, just a dumb kid living half a galaxy away.

But then the fire in her eyes disappeared. Everything about her seemed to be extinguished as she sighed and her shoulders drooped. She ducked her head and gripped the straps of her pack tightly.

"I think villains is a harsh word," she said in almost an exhausted tone. "Let's head back to the ship, alright?"

She tried pushing past him to continue on to the turbolift, but he grabbed her arm, intending to apologize. To explain himself.

Things, unfortunately, had to get worse.

"Hey, what's going on over here?" came a loud, filtered voice a few yards away.

Eddie groaned and Thalia cursed under her breath as two troopers on their show-of-force bantha dung patrol around the Outpost approached them.

"You two, what's the trouble?" One of the troopers demanded.

"No trouble, officer," Eddie tried to put on the most innocent grin. "Just a little disagreement."

"Civilian misconduct isn't tolerated on Outpost 86," the other interjected.

"Have you looked around lately? The whole purpose of this station is civilian misconduct."

"We're gonna need to see some identification," the first trooper demanded.

"Come on, it's just a little lovers quarrel." Eddie glanced over at Thalia to gauge her reaction, and sent her an apologetic look when the skepticism planted itself firmly on her face. "My, uh, wife here wants to head back to our ship but I was going to surprise her with dinner at Nem'ro's Palace. She loves Hutt cuisine."

The two troopers simply stood there, unconvinced.

"The White Worm Stew," he continued through gritted teeth and his eyes went wide as he silently begged her to play along. "Your favorite."

It took a beat, and she bared her teeth and scrunched her nose at him, but finally responded, "I'm glad you remembered my favorite dinner. Especially when you forgot our anniversary."

Eddie was quick to reply, "Well, honey, I do apologize for that. But time has gone by so quickly; to me, it feels like we only met a week ago."

Thank Bendu, the troopers seemed to have some kind of romantic bone somewhere beneath their pristine white armor, because their stiff postures relaxed at that.

"That's so sweet." One of them placed a hand on his chest. "I have a sweetheart like that back home, too. Feels like we just met yesterday. I miss them so much."

"Yeah," the other agreed. "What I wouldn't do to give my wife another kiss..."

Eddie, then, had the best idea.

One that Thalia seemed to sense immediately, because she shot him with a murderous gaze. He could practically hear her voice echoing don't you dare in his mind.

But there was one thing you had to know about Eddie Moonsun: when he got an idea in his head, it would take an entire herd of Banthas to get him to change his mind.

In the blink of an eye, his hands were on Thalia's face, gently cupping her jaw, as he pressed his lips to hers.

And the world stopped.

Truly, it felt like everything went silent. All of the commotion and noise of the Outpost, the continued broadcast of the Holonet, the chatter of the stormtroopers...they were all gone. It was just the two of them.

Actually, to Eddie, there was just Thalia. He felt the softness of her skin, the tickle of her blue curls against his fingertips, and the way she melted into his touch. She smelled of the generic soap they had back in the turboshower on the Dragonborn, but there was a sweet, resinous undertone as well. And as his tongue ventured out to trace along the seam of her lips, he tasted the lingering flavor of their shaak roast sandwiches and something distinctly human.

If he really focused, really let his consciousness fall into hers, he could see...starlight. Both delicate and immensely powerful.

Of course, shortly after that, he felt her fist jab him in the gut. He backed away with a grunt, shocked, and stared at her. Both of them panted to catch their breaths.

"They're gone," she bit out after a moment, blush growing on her cheeks. "You...you didn't need to do that."

"Come on," Eddie whined and held his arms out innocently. "It was a great idea. Got them to leave us alone."

"Sure," she nodded. "Great. Thanks for that, then. Good job thinking on your feet, captain."

She turned on her heel and continued to head back to the ship, with Eddie following close behind.

He wasn't entirely sure how to make it all better as they filtered through the throngs of travelers and outlaws visiting Outpost 86 and into the crowded turbolift to head down to the hangar level.

So he did what he did best or, at least, what he thought he did best. He talked.

"You know what?" He leaned in close to her again, lips close to her ear. "When I was younger, I always wished that the Jedi might come and rescue me from my boring life. Take me to join the Order."

"Are you kidding me?" she screeched, head whipping to the side to stare at him in disbelief. As a few others in the lift turned to see what the commotion was, she realized how loud she was and lowered her voice. "What are you talking about? Where did this come from?"

"Well, you got angry when I called them villains before." He shrugged. "I thought I would let you know...that I don't think they were. Are. I just...have some complex feelings, alright?"

"So do I. But I thought we were done talking about this."

"Yeah, well..." Eddie shook his head. "You're upset with me again, so I thought I could try and make it better."

"You..." She fumbled over her words helplessly, and she opened and shut her mouth multiple times as she tried to find the right thing to say. "I...I'm not upset. I'm flustered. I like being in control of the situations I'm in and I'm entirely out of my depth. I was not expecting to come here, I was not expecting to have a good time, I was not expecting...you to kiss me."

There was a tense silence.

"I mean, I'm a pretty good kisser." Thalia stomped on Eddie's foot. "Ow! And you are too."

"It's not because you kissed me," she hissed. "It's because you kissed me. It caught me off guard. I’d like to know first, next time."

Next time?

He waited a beat before saying, “So I am a good kisser then.”

She cursed him under her breath and rolled her eyes.

The lift door hissed open and everyone filed out and towards their respective hangars to return to their ships as the two of them continued their back and forth.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you. And no, I probably shouldn't have done it, but I wanted those troopers out of our hair and that was the easiest way."

"I get it Eddie. I really do."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to keep apologizing."

"I'm sorry."

"Now you're just being a sarcastic sleemo."

"Yeah." Eddie shot her a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, I am."

Thalia grabbed his shoulder and shoved him as hard as she could.

Eddie jogged away from her, ready to avoid her playful wrath, but skidded to a halt once the Dragonborn was in sight.

Because Dayv, Jeff, and G'areth stood in front...along with a group of figures all dressed in red, carrying blaster rifles.

"I’ve got a bad feeling about this," he muttered, then grabbed Thalia by the arm just as she was about to pass him.

"Hey, so," he began, "remember when I was telling you about that job we did with the Guavians?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "You never got to finish."

"That's because we might be living the end of that job right now. Stay behind me. Don't draw attention to yourself. If you can get into the ship...you might want to jump into the gunner's seat."

"Why?"

"Because if we need backup, you don't have a blaster." He patted the holster on his own thigh to emphasize her lack of a weapon. "And the laser cannons will do in a pinch."

He steeled himself, fluffing his hair a bit and pulled his shoulders back before confidently striding forward with his arms held out to his sides.

"Nosaj! Buddy! How are you?" He greeted jovially. "Long time, no see."

The Guavian's leader--a Zabrak male--was a cocky little shit who believed he was some great outlaw but was really just an intergalactic bully. He brought around a whole crew of foot-soldiers and a rotating girlfriend that hung off his arm.

And he was a real hot head.

"It has been a long time," Nosaj chuckled dryly. "See, you blasted off into hyperspace before you could pay us our cut after we helped you haul those artifacts from Moraband."

Thalia grabbed the back of Eddie's jacket and hissed into his ear.

"Moraband? What were you doing on Moraband?"

He ignored her and kept talking.

"It was just a little miscommunication," he explained. "In fact, we've been holding onto your credits for you for a while."

"Then we'll be taking our pay, Moonsun," Nosaj snapped at him and then glanced over at Thalia. "Or maybe another kind of payment? New girlfriend?"

"Associate," Thalia snapped right back before Eddie could.

"Ah, prepare to be backstabbed then."

"I'll take my chance," she said through gritted teeth and then looked at Eddie. "I'm gonna head inside."

"Ah, ah, ah," Nosaj drew his blaster to point at them. "Not so fast, honey. You might as well get a taste of the type of man you're dealing with."

"Handsome," Eddie puffed. "Charismatic."

"Moofmilker," G'areth said under his breath, earning a withering stare from his friend. "What? It's true."

"Let's go, Moonsun!" Nosaj snapped. "I don't have all day."

Eddie cursed under his breath. He unclipped his comlink from his belt and pressed a few buttons, then spoke. "Hey Dusty, do you copy?"

Muffled binary transmitted through in response.

"Our friends, the Guavians, are here to get their payment from the job we did for Senator Linek. Can you bring it out for them?"

Another few beeps rang out, and then the commlink went silent.

They all stood around as clunks and thunks could be heard from inside of the ship, as well as aggressive whistling and honking.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, D5-TN rolled down the boarding ramp with a small crate dragged behind him by a tow cable.

Eddie tapped his foot impatiently as the droid took his sweet time; he wondered if Dusty had been chatting with his girlfriend when Eddie had chimed in. They'd have to have a talk about those long-distance calls.

D5-TN dragged the crate right before the Nosaj, then retracted his tow cable and retreated with an obnoxious, derogatory honk about mouthbreathers that got a good chuckle out of Jeff and Dayv.

Now, Eddie wasn't in the business of swindling people, not Death Gangs at least. But in the business of smugglers and outlaws, you had to send a message.

So, although all the credits he owed the Guavians were in that little crate, there was also...another surprise.

He just wasn't expecting Nosaj to open the crate before they were able to get away.

Today really wasn't Eddie's lucky day.

The blast wasn't large, not really. The explosives that had been rigged were only meant to shock and maybe injure. Maim, not kill. They were only fireworks, to be honest. Killing really wasn't in the nature of the crew of the Dragonborn.

But the shock of the blast caused a chain reaction.

It was chaos.

A flurry of blaster fire, ricocheting off the hull of the Dragonborn, as well as nearby ships. Shouts and screams echoed throughout the hangar. Jeff was hit in the leg by a stray blaster bolt as he tried to head up the boarding ramp. Dayv, a gunslinger and the best shot of all of them, was quick to take out the few Guavians closest to him as he retreated. G'areth simply hauled D5-TN bodily and dragged him into the ship, using the small droid as a shield even if he was trying to get them both to safety.

Eddie took a few shots himself as he pulled Thalia towards the ship; he ducked and tried to cover both of them once they got to the ramp.

"Go!" he shouted, but she tugged his arm as the blaster fire got heavier. He lowered his blaster just so he could turn and scold her. "Go!"

And that was Nosaj's chance to fire a blaster bolt right at Eddie.

One that would have hit him in the chest.

One that would have killed him.

That's when time slowed.

Eddie watched as the bolt of crackling energy got closer and closer. A few yards away, then a few feet, then within arm's length. Then it finally froze.

It was one of those life-flashes-before-your-eyes moments.

Until he realized that it wasn't his inevitable death that was keeping the blaster bolt from hitting him. It was the hand outstretched beside his face.

Eddie, stunned, stared at the hand, then dragged his gaze up the arm, until he could look right into Thalia’s eyes. Thalia, who shook as she concentrated on the effort to hold the bolt back.

As she shook with the effort it took to use the Force.

Next Chapter: Episode 4 - Order 66

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