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𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕪𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝟚/𝟚

Pairing: Bang Chan/F!Reader

Part 1 here

Warnings: none

Synopsis: "I want to love you where everyone can see us.”

a/n: more things to come!

Word count: ~1.3k

“Who was that?” Chan said through gritted teeth. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as he tugged you close to him. “Answer me.”

Being this near made your head spin. The warmth of his body heated you up. Your neck was still bruised where Jay’s lips had been. Chan looked feral, clearly just as drunk as you were.

“Were you going to go home with him? Let that scumbag loser fuck you up against his front door? Are you that easy? Answer me. Now.”

“I don’t answer to you, Bang Chan. I can dance with whoever I damn well please. So if I’m going to dance with him- No, if I'm going to fuck him or his friend or both, what’s it to you?”

Something imperceptible flashed in Chan’s eyes. “Everything.”

You said nothing, did nothing. Just stood there and tried to process Chan’s words. Nothing made sense now, nothing would ever make sense again after whatever this was. The hand clutching the back of your head pulled you closer, and your foreheads brushed. Long fingers threaded through your hair as his eyes delicately fluttered closed.

“Everything, Y/N. I never want to see another man look at you like that, like you’re just a body. When he put his hands on you, I couldn’t deal Y/N.”

Chan sighed deeply, his eyes still closed.

“I can’t stand this, this distance between us. The ache in my chest when you lean away from me, how you can’t meet my eyes, it’s killing me. I know it's my fault, I did this to you, to us.”

His brown eyes opened, and he pulled back. You sensed he had more to say, but this wasn’t the place. Wordlessly, you took his hand in yours and began leading him out of the club. Dutifully, Chan followed.

Once you’d stepped outside, you glanced up at him for consent before gently tugging his hand in the direction of your apartment. Neither of you dared to speak and disturb the precious moment between you. Chan’s arm tucked itself around your waist as a gust of cold wind whistled past. Something hung in the air as the two of you made your way back to your apartment, the raw vulnerability that comes before every hard conversation.

Chan stood patiently behind you while you fumbled for your keys, struggling to unlock your door with shaking hands. A frustrated noise left you as you tried to get the key to turn in the lock. Chan’s hand reached out and brushed yours away. Effortlessly, he unlocked your door and held it open for you. Entering after you, he gently shut your door and hung your keys on the hook next to it as if he was made to do it for you.

Going against the nervous feeling in your stomach, you turned to face him. Chan stood there, looking at you with his hands shoved awkwardly in his pockets. Wordlessly, you walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your cold nose into the crook of his neck. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush up against his chest. You hoped he couldn’t feel your heartbeat hammering wildly. The two of you stayed like that until his hoarse voice broke the fragile quiet.

“I love you.” You felt his nose press into the hair on the top of your head. “Always have. I couldn’t stand this, this…thing between us anymore. I’m sorry Y/Nie, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’ve been acting this way. You make me so scared, so scared Y/Nie.”

You sniffled, curling your fingers into his coat as you tried to get closer.

“I don’t want to hurt you or our friends, but I can’t keep it inside any longer. I never wanted to hurt you. I think about what I said about you in front of everyone that day in the country all the time. We almost died and I-” Chan choked.

“I almost lost you. I almost lost you before I could tell you. Seeing you so scared broke my heart, all I want to do is keep you safe in my arms forever. I love you Y/Nie, I love you so much. Please, please let me love you.” Quiet sobs followed his confession, and he buried his face in your hair.

You didn’t bother trying to hide your tears, you cried into his chest and tangled your fingers in his hair. Standing there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, you cried in the quiet darkness of your apartment.

“I love you too Channie. I love you. I always have. I wanted you to love me so bad after that day, after we almost-” You couldn’t finish the sentence. Limp in his arms, you tugged at this jacket.

He must’ve understood what you were asking for as he slipped his jacket off and hung it next to yours on the coat rack. You were asking him to stay. Taking off your shoes, you motioned for him to follow you into your room. Heart racing in your chest, you perched on the edge of your bed. He stood in your doorway, hesitating.

“Y/N, are you sure?”

“Yes Channie, I’m sure.” You pulled up the covers and waited for him to climb in with you. The moment he settled down, you wrapped yourself around him, letting your head rest against his chest. A gentle thumb wiped the dried tear tracks from your face. Chan’s other snaked around your waist and pulled your leg up over his own.

Plush lips met your own as Chan pulled you up against him. You kissed him back with just as much urgency, using your leg to pull his hips flush against your own. Your lips parted for him, and Chan deepened the kiss. Resisting the urge to grind against him, you explored every corner of his mouth. Chan groaned when you ran your hands down his chest and toyed with the hem of his shirt. You slipped your hands underneath it to feel the abs you knew he was hiding. He grabbed one of your hands before they could dip down towards his waistband and broke the kiss.

“Let me take you out to dinner first. Let me buy you flowers and pull your chair out for you. Let me put my jacket over your shoulders and walk you home. I want everything to be perfect when I ask you to be my girlfriend. I want to make the first time special for you. I want you to understand that I’m not just in it for your body. I want you, all of you, exactly the way you are. I want to love you where everyone can see us.”

Cheeks on fire, you buried your head in your hands in embarrassment. Chan laughed and pulled you closer. Prying your hands from your face, he pressed his nose against yours.

“Please let me take you to dinner?”

You smiled softly. “I only have one condition. I think now’s pretty perfect, ask me.”

Chan looked at you with such fondness that you knew you’d never doubt his feelings again. “You’re right. This is perfect. Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

Smiling against his lips you murmured, “Always Channie. I’m here to stay.”

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𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕪𝕡𝕤𝕖 𝟙/𝟚

Bang Chan/F!Reader

Part 2 here

synopsis: Chan's never warmed up to you, regardless of how much time you've spent together. It wasn't just reservation, at this point you were sure. No, it had to be you.

Warnings: drinking, sexual undertones

Author's notes: hi! you might know me from my Star Trek works (probably not), but I write k-pop too! I have the finished work on ao3 and the 2nd half should be uploaded here soon. If you have something you want to see, my inbox is always open!

Word count: ~3.1k

Your breath puffed in front of you in the cold winter air, small white clouds against the darkness. A gust of frigid wind blew past, and you tugged your scarf tighter around your neck in indignance. Trudging all the way downtown after a long day of work to go clubbing for Minho’s birthday was the last thing you wanted to be doing right now.

A dull, chilly ache had settled itself into your bones earlier this afternoon and had been with you since. You’d been shivering at your desk, hunched over your spreadsheets for hours until the clock had mercifully read 5:00 pm. Instead of the comforting monotony of going home to your quiet apartment, you were going to spend the night squashed into a booth, just tipsy enough to be uncomfortable. But you loved Minho, so of course you’d make it to his special day, even if it was just the slightest bit agonizing. As you walked, you tried to convince yourself to have a good time. 

You missed Jisung’s beaming smile and Felix’s warm personality, seeing them might shake that lingering cold out of you. And of course, you’d be doubled over laughing at Changbin and Hyunjin. It’d been a while since you’d seen Jeongin, he must be almost done with his bachelor’s by now, you’d have to ask him about it. And Seungmin had just recently finished reading that book you’d lent him- It’d be so nice for us all to be together again. Oh, and Chan.

Furrowing your brows thinking of Minho’s friend, you tried to keep your mind open. Just because Chan would be there didn’t mean you couldn’t have a good time, even if you were sure he would brush you off like lint on his sweater.

For some reason beyond the scope of your understanding, Chan had just never warmed up to you. When Minho introduced you -his neighbor from childhood- to his friends from grad school, you were terrified. Despite your reservations about intruding on their lives, they had welcomed you with open arms into their little family. Never again did you doubt the validity of your friendships with the boys outside of your relationship with Minho. Chan had been a different story.

You thought maybe he was just quiet around new people, but that proved not to be the case. He was perfectly polite to strangers, acquaintances, all the new girlfriends Jisung seemed to have, everyone. Whenever you stepped out of the room Chan’s entire demeanor shifted, and shifted right back when you returned. Whatever he would be saying would die on his lips and he would retreat out of the conversation almost immediately. He was a moonflower and you were the sun, you closed him up.

When you did have the misfortune of interacting with him, it was charged and short-lived. Whatever you said he automatically disagreed with. If you were all going out as a group, the two of you would argue incessantly until things came to a head in an all-out fight. The hateful things you’d hurl at each other made your mutual friends avoid getting the whole group together at all costs. You recalled a trip you’d all taken out to the country for a day to get away from work and the city.

-

 It started innocently enough, with you and Chan getting stuck in the same car, him driving with you in the passenger’s seat. It’d been a wildly unlucky scenario, but the others had already gotten on the road while you both had work to finish up. The plan had been to just drive yourself, but of course, this was exactly when your roommate had desperately needed the car. In her quest to set you up with Chan, she’d told you she needed to pick her sister up from the airport, which was technically true. After getting in his passenger’s seat you’d wished you’d told her to walk.

Another driver’s careless merge had almost ended in disaster. You’d been sitting in silence driving on the highway for about an hour, a fragile peace over the two of you. Someone had cut Chan off, and reflexively he had thrown his arm across your chest as he hit the brakes to keep you from flying forward. He barely stopped from crashing directly into the car in front of you.

 You were both rattled after the near accident, Chan pulled over and the two of you just sat in silence, processing. You couldn’t remember how long you’d sat there, Chan’s arm resting across your thighs. Tears of relief began pouring down your face. Chan gripped the steering wheel in one hand and took your hand with the other.

“It’s ok, it’s ok. Shh, we’re ok. I got you, sweetheart, I got you.” 

His thumb drew circles on the back of your hand for the rest of the drive while he murmured you reassurances. Every so often he would glance at you, such tenderness in his big brown eyes that it made you want to burst. It could’ve been a turning point in your relationship, a gateway to a newfound peace between you, if not for Jisung.

“Channie! Y/Nie! What’s this, huh?” It started the minute Chan had parked the car and opened the door to help you out. Both of you were still rattled, so you gripped his hand back in yours without thinking. Jisung’s taunted relentlessly until Chan snapped.

“Quit it Jisung. We almost got into an accident and she wouldn’t stop bawling. Couldn't drive the rest of the way if she didn't shut up. Keep that bullshit to yourself, we’re still nothing.” You tried not to let more tears fall when he carelessly dropped your hand and pushed his way inside your accommodations. Moments ago he’d been holding your hand so tenderly in his own, now you were left standing there like a fool, 7 pairs of eyes boring into you.

-

You’d tried picking the other’s brains for reasons why Chan might think to treat you so coldly, but they never did anything but sigh and ask to drop it. Even Minho wouldn’t crack, just look at you with heavy eyes. Whenever you asked, a bleak aura overtook your conversant. It wasn’t worth it. There was another instance when you felt as though you had seen beneath his facade. 

-

You’d cornered Chan in Seungmin’s kitchen when everyone had been over for a movie night. It had initially been an accident, you’d only gone to refill Felix’s popcorn bowl when you’d spotted him. His wellbeing wasn’t in the forefront of your mind, but when you’d walked in on him gripping the counter, head down and eyes squeezed shut it’d tugged at your heart. You’d stood still for a moment, assessing what you had been seeing. 

“Are you alright?” 

Had been all you said, deciding to keep it simple. Chan wasn’t the most convivial person you’d ever met, but it wasn’t like him to keep to himself to such an extent. Your heart pounded in your chest when he’d turned his head, those soulful brown eyes that never seemed to be looking at you finally meeting your own. Something flickered in their depths that lit a fire in your heart. It felt as though he’d ravished you with nothing but a glance.

“Yes, just…collecting myself. It’s nothing, please don’t waste your worry on me. Go back to the boys and finish the movie, I'll take care of Felix’s popcorn. Please Y/N, forget this.”  It fell from his lips as casually as the time.

You’d nodded, gasping quietly when his fingers brushed against yours as he took the bowl from your hand. Daring to look up, you saw him already gazing down at you. The ember in his eye from moments ago was now an inferno consuming you. His eyes raked over your body and lingered over your lips. For a moment neither of you moved, fingers barely brushing. 

He’d pulled back so quickly you almost hadn’t realized it. Face on fire, you slunk back to your place at Jeongin’s side and pretended to become absorbed in the movie once again. That had been the longest conversation you’d ever had with him. Barely more than 5 minutes, but it felt as though he’d split you open and seen your heart.

-

Against your will, you felt your face heat up as you recalled the incidents. Those deep brown eyes haunted you, worst of all when it was late at night and you were alone in your bed, with nothing but your desire for him. You were almost there according to your phone, so you pushed the thoughts of Chan from your mind as you walked up to the group of men waiting outside the club.

“Y/N!” Jeongin was the first to greet you, quickly followed by the others as they showered you with welcomes.

“We missed you the other day,” Changbin said as he threw an arm over your shoulder. “You seriously gotta get out more. Come clubbing with us next time! I solemnly swear I will try to get you laid.” He crossed his fingers over his heart in mock solidarity as everyone around him burst into laughter.

“Hey, if all else fails, I’m sure we can arrange something.” He flashed you his million-dollar smile that made all the girls swoon as you keeled over laughing. Any apprehension you’d been harboring before melted away as you leaned into Changbin’s side, so grateful you had a friend like him.

“You better take her out to dinner first if you’re gonna come on her like that.” Came a familiar deep voice from behind you. Feeling two arms wrap around your waist and squeeze, you beamed. Felix had arrived.

“Missed ya,” He said simply, squeezing himself in between you and Changbin. “Where’s Chan?” 

Minho shrugged and Seungmin looked down at his phone, checking for a text. “He should be here any minute now.” 

“I’m here.” 

Stiffening, you tried to keep your cool as Chan’s voice drifted over your head. He walked up behind Jeongin and Hyunjin. His presence was august- powerful and noticeable, even unintentionally. Words flowed from his plush lips like poems, composed for the sole purpose of- 

What were you thinking? You were talking about Chan. Get a grip.

 “Let’s go birthday boy, it’s cold outside.” His symphonic voice reverberated through you, throwing you even further off balance than you were before.

“Hell yeah!” Hyunjin took off like a bullet searching for the ‘perfect place to sit’, a fruitless endeavor for him as he would be spending all night on the dance floor anyway. Jisung and Minho followed dutifully after him and the rest of the boys disappeared to get drinks. With a sinking feeling in your stomach, you realize they had split up, leaving you alone with Chan. Swallowing, you stared down at your sensible but pointedly bland work clothes, feeling like a fool for not dressing better. The looming reality of Chan’s presence beside you made you feel meek, and you wilted like a flower in the sun.

“Y/N, Chan!” The saving grace of Minho’s voice wafted over to you. “Why are you two just standing around, come on! It’s my birthday, drink in my honor!” 

He shoved mysterious fruity cocktails into both your hands and whisked you over to the booth Hyunjin had procured. Everyone was talking and laughing, fully relaxed and blissfully unaware of how world-shattering it was when Chan’s arm brushed against your own as the two of you sat down. 

Conversation flowed and you nodded along, doing your best to stay engaged and your mind ran wild. Nimble fingers brushed your waist every so often as Chan shifted to reach across the table for another drink. Each time you felt thunderstruck.

“Alright, the party starts now. Shots!” 

Changbin appeared seemingly out of thin air with more shots than you’d ever seen in one place. The sight of so much liquor was daunting on its own, never mind that you’d have to drink it. What would they think if you got too drunk? Would your makeup still look ok? What if you made a fool of yourself? What would Chan-

“Get out of your head Y/N! We’re letting loose here, none of your worrying. We gotta party like we did in college, do it for Minho!” Changbin slid you a shot. You squirmed in your seat, unable to escape your thoughts. “C’mon Y/N!” A chorus of ‘Yeahs’ and ‘Come ons’ drowned out your inner voice, and before you knew it you’d thrown your head back, downing whatever Changbin had given you. 

Slamming the shot glass on the table, you leaned back in the booth and smiled. Everyone celebrated you taking the first shot by following suit with their own. Glancing around the table at your friends laughing, your eyes landed on Chan. It made you frown when you noticed the number of glasses he’d accumulated this early on in the night. 

But Changbin was right, everyone was. Worrying about Chan had never done you any good. Every time you brought up your insecurities about him, they shut you down. They knew it was eating you up inside, you didn’t deserve to agonize. If all he was ever going to do was ice you out, you wouldn’t waste another moment. Throwing back another shot, you let the warmth of the alcohol tingle through your body. This was nice, maybe you did need to get out more.

“That’s it, I’m dancing. Don’t ask me for anything, I don’t know you.” Hyunjin predictably made his escape from the group first, making a beeline for the first attractive person he saw. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was your newfound lack of interest in what Chan thought of you, but you followed after him with Jeongin and Jisung in tow.

You felt a slight prickle of nervousness as you made it to the dance floor, you hadn’t done something like this in a long time. Before you could even begin to think, Jisung grabbed your hand and pulled you up against him. Jeongin joined in, and the three of you danced like lunatics. 

You loved the boys dearly, but not quite in that way, so drunk dancing sandwiched between the two of them had no consequences. They didn’t care, so why should you? It was freeing to feel desired. Basking in the attention, you dragged them closer as the alcohol removed your inhibition. It felt selfish being the center of attention, you laved yourself in it. 

-

Chan scowled down at his crossed hands. He knew he was bringing down the mood with how much he was drinking, but what else was he supposed to do? 

“Chan, man, I think you should call it quits pretty soon.” Seungmin was the first to break the silence. It’d been almost 30 minutes since you’d left, and the tension had only been building since. Felix and Minho nodded, and Changbin put his hand on Chan’s shoulder.

“M’ fine. Don’t worry about me, especially not on your birthday, Minho.” He mumbled, unable to look his friends in the eyes. His heart clenched knowing he was worrying them, the boys he’d grown to love like brothers. 

Ordinarily, he’d listen. No, ordinarily he’d have never let himself get so out of control. But tonight was different, the feelings he’d been trying so hard to keep inside were forcing their way out. It was stupid, how badly he’d been pinned beneath the weight of his feelings and the reality of his predicament. How can you love someone you barely know?

“Dude, clearly something’s up. Spit it out, I’m not doing the run-around tonight.” Distinct finality was embedded in Minho’s statement. No wasn’t an answer he could get away with this time. This was his comeuppance for closing himself off for so long. If the truth wasn’t going to come out on its own, it was going to be forced out. Before he could stop himself, the words he’d spent countless nights agonizing over and carefully planning tumbled out of him in a drunken slur.

“M’ in love with Y/N. ‘Know it’s stupid, she barely knows me. Didn’t mean for it to happen, jus’ did.” 

Nothing happened. The world kept turning. Chan kept breathing. People danced around them and the words just sat there, quiet and raw. His throat felt tight and his sternum ached with the painful reality of what had just happened.

“Sorry. ‘Knew I shouldn’t have said shit. Gotta keep staying away from her, can’t mess anything up for you guys. ‘Jus forget it, I-”

“Chan, you’re kidding.” Felix was the first to regain his composure while the others gawked at him. “Are you so dense that you don’t realize what you’re doing to her? Can you seriously not tell that she cares about you, that she wants to be near you, to know you no matter how much you push her away? I mean, is it really that difficult to imagine that she might-”

Felix’s voice became nothing but a dim buzzing in the back of Chan’s mind as he stumbled out of his seat. Wherever you were, he was going to find you.

-

Heat crashed over you in waves as your partner’s hands ran down the sides of your body. At some point, you’d gotten tangled up with this handsome stranger, and you had no desire to part from him. Jeongin and Jisung each paired off with a different woman, just as lost in their respective moments as you were. Minho and Changbin were drunkenly dancing, not a care in the world apparent to either of them. Hyunjin seemed to be having the best night of all, he was nowhere to be found.

The music peaked and you pressed your back against your partner’s chest, sighing out as his lips met your neck. You think his name was Jay, but you’d forgotten it the minute his hands had come to rest on your hips. Whoever he was, he’d managed something no one had been able to since you’d met Chan, he’d made you feel bold. You twirled around in his arms as he spun you to face him, your lips inches apart. Fingers threaded themselves between the curls at the nape of your neck. You were so close to kissing him that it made your body vibrate. Just one more inch.

“Get off my girl.” You stiffened in his arms, sobering up like you’d been splashed. That couldn’t be his voice, yet it was unmistakable who’s hand was curling around your waist.

“Your girl?” Jay said, clearly reluctant to release you.

“Yeah, my girl.” He tugged you forward into his chest, and Jay quietly slipped away into the throng. Whatever appeal he had provided for you vanished into nothingness as Chan’s hand came up to hold the back of your head, the other wrapping around your waist. His eyes bore into yours, swimming with something you couldn’t place. Your heartbeat picked up in your chest as you noticed his eyes flick downwards.

Chan stared at your parted lips, your cheeks flushed red like a Roman beauty. You stared back at him, his large arms still locked tightly around you. Neither of you made any indication of releasing the other. The people dancing and the sounds of the music faded into the background as you stood in his arms. It felt as though his gravity had finally sucked you in, with the way he was looking at you, you knew there was no escaping your feelings for him now. 

My girl, my girl, my girl.

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STAR TREK: VOYAGER. ️ ️

↳ Ensign Vorik 🖖🔧😈 [5/?]

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the team is chasing the sickest murderers to ever live meanwhile these two on the phone sexually harassing each other

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My friend asked me how many people on tumblr really watch Star Trek on a regular basis.

Reblog for Star Trek.

Ignore for a soul-crushing sense of being alone in the universe.

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The cavalry has arrived.

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MAROON UPDATE!!!!!

For my 2 or so avid Maroon readers: Chapter 10 is planned and the draft is beginning! I'm bogged down this semester but it's in the works!! I promise!!

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Somebody on Twitter posted this picture of Hunter and I cannot get over how much he stands just like a blonde sorority girl.

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Hey bad batch fandom, how we doing today?

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THIS IS NOT A DRILL

THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL

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No pressure tags + really cool blogs I like that u should check out!! : @natpat45 (hello irl) @kicks-tiktaalik-back-into-water @deepperplexity @wifeofspock

Anyone else who wants to!! I'm scared of tagging!!!

describe urself w four characters, no words! Go! -🕊️

Tag: @elliewilliamsisactuallymygf @lacyst4rlet @marvelnatasha12346 @multifandotakugirl

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Cedric: I could get lost in your eyes~

You: You get lost walking in a straight line

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Cedric: Good morning everyone!

You: Hey babe, do you ever think about how the inside of raspberries look like little nostrils?

Cedric: ... Good morning to everyone except for you, my dear!

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I've got the bull by the horns (2/5)

Captain Solok/Captain!Reader

🫧Warnings: emotional distress, arguments

🫧Notes: femme aligned reader, this is an AO3 reupload! The finished story can be found there :)

Part 1

But tomorrow never fails to come, because it is always today. And today, he arrives.

The T’kumbra was due to dock ahead of schedule, leave it to Solok to be early, you mused. Sitting tight at your station was consuming all your mental discipline. You were certain Dax could tell you weren’t working, but Kira had presumably filled her in as to why you were so distressed, and didn’t say anything. Why bother to hide that kind of information anyway, you thought, the more people who knew and could steer him away from you, the better.

Despite waking up this morning repeating the mantra that you hated him, you knew you had given your all into your appearance today, Your uniform was pressed, nails freshly painted, hair adequately tamed. Surveying Opps, it was clear that no one besides yourself seemed to care about the momentous occasion that was set to occur today. It was just you who was tearing their hair out over Solok’s impending arrival. Everything was going well, yet you still worried. Kira had made sure to pack your schedule for the rest of the week, keeping you preoccupied and way out of his way. Even so, you just couldn’t focus on the task at hand. All it was was some sensor readings from the wormhole, but even that was undoable for the present moment.

“Captain, the T’kumbra requests permission to dock.” Miles disturbed your peace with his announcement. Whatever fragile measure of composure you had been hanging onto dissolved, and your anxiety overwhelmed you. It took a great deal of effort to hide the fact that you were shaking from everyone else in Opps, and if anyone noticed they stayed quiet.

“Permission granted.” Sisko sounded less on edge than you were hoping. If the two of you could commiserate together, then maybe he would sympathize with your plight and confine you to quarters. Seemingly, whatever feud between them had been put to rest. You were happy for him, but unhappy for yourself.

For the next few minutes, you poured over your schedule and tried to ignore the chill of uncertainty that was busy seeping into your bones. Opps was quiet, moments ago someone had given word that the T’kumbra had docked successfully and repairs would begin at once. Relaxing ever so slightly, you allowed yourself to slump back in your chair. Running your hands over your face, you groaned. All that worrying for nothing, he wasn’t coming to Opps because he was too busy overseeing his ship’s repairs. A sense of security flooded you, but it was short lived.

“Captain Sisko, it is agreeable to see you.”

You froze mid action, completely and wholly petrified. Not daring to glance at him, you shrunk further into your seat. Dax noticed your despair and walked in front of you, effectively shielding you from his line of vision. He followed Sisko into his office, clearly still unaware of your presence, and it wasn’t until he got to the steps that you finally got a good look at him.

The last time you had seen him, the two of you had been tangled up together in his bed. His glossy black hair was exactly as you remembered it. Everything about him screamed success, down to his polished boots. He wore the mark of his years just as you did, but where he had aged gracefully, time had turned you sour. While his expression was carefree, yours was forever drawn into a sneer.

Breathing shakily, you were grateful for Dax’s comforting hand on your shoulder. On unsteady legs, you rose and prepared to make your escape. The ground blurred beneath your feet as you navigated Opps, stumbling and tripping as you made your way to the turbolift. In the last few feet, just when you thought you were in the clear, you heard his voice.

“Commander, it has been a long time.”

In your peripheral vision, you could see him walking towards you, straight back and hands clasped. Fumbling to contain yourself, you slumped over onto the nearest console, not even bothering to respond to him. You felt sick to your stomach, the whole room was spinning violently. Panic had you in its hold and squeezed at your throat until you gasped for air.

“What do you want?” You spat.

“I would be remiss if I did not attempt to speak with you during my stay. Captain Sisko informed me you requested shore leave on Bajor last time I was on the station.” Solok quipped, stopping at your side. His eyes were piercing and his gaze unrelenting. Anxiety had rendered you utterly helpless. At least the other Opps personnel had the decency to look away.

“Leave me alone.” You said through gritted teeth. Somehow, you managed to stand up and look him in the eye. “Don’t speak to me, don’t come near me, I don’t want anything to do with you, understand?”

Solok’s reaction had not been what you were expecting. He recoiled from you and took a step back. “I am sorry Commander, it was not my intention to upset you. I merely wished to talk.”

“Well, you did. You had all the chances in the world to talk to me, and you wasted every single one. I have nothing to say to you.”

“But I have many things to say to you. Please, k’diwa, allow me to speak with you when you are feeling up to it.”

You were dimly aware of the gasp that Dax was unable to contain at the Vulcan term he had used. It was unfamiliar to your untrained ear, but it must have meant something to her. Not that it mattered to you, he could spare you his Vulcan insults.

“Maybe. Just leave me be for now, we’ll talk later.” You said, walking away from him as quickly as you could manage and hoping he wouldn’t have the audacity to follow you.

“I will not give up k’diwa, I must speak with you before I leave!” Solok called after you. Not bothering to respond, you leaned heavily against the wall of the turbolift and called for the habitat ring.

That was nothing short of a complete and total disaster. You had nearly passed out, disrespected a superior officer, and left Opps during your shift. All of that was not how you saw your morning going, but you couldn’t deal with the consequences of your actions right now, that was a problem for later.

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Just wanted to say I'm so excited to see you update Maroon! I decided to reread from the beginning last night and I was too tired to make it very far but what a lovely bedtime story! That Solok fic looks good too 👀

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Thank you so much!!! I'm about to get cracking on the 10th? 11th? Chapter, and have the next 3 or 4 planned. I'll be cross posting here and I'll be starting up my tag list again!

Thank you so much for the consistent love of my work!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Severus Snape's First Kill

this took too long but alas alack, we ball OC in last panel is Augustus-Timber Sapphirius Count this as prequel content for the Heir of Sapphirius comic, I was in a mood, it's canon to the comic, yay Severus is 18 here, not long after joining the DE