#There's going to be a delay before the rest of the guides are released

[naughtyjjk]

cockwarming nanami kento

characters: nanami x fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, cock warming, dirty talk, orgasm delay/denial, teasing, creampie, use of aphrodisiacs  notes: this is a companion fic to testing nanami's self control where nanami gets his revenge on the reader, but you don't need to read that one first if you don't want to!

it’s getting late, almost midnight, and both you and nanami are feeling horny—it’s been a stressful week of work, resulting in the need to release all the tension that’s built up. this is how the two of you decide to each eat one of the small chocolate aphrodisiacs that you’ve been saving for a special occasion.

you don’t know what it’s going to do, exactly, other than the fact that it’ll help you get even more in the mood and possibly spice up your sex life. while it works its magic in your system, you lean against nanami on the bed, feeling comfort in being wrapped up in his arms. there’s a movie playing on the tv in front of you, a random film that you chose on a whim to pass time. so far, nothing noteworthy has happened.

though maybe you spoke too soon, too naïve about what even the smallest bite of an aphrodisiac is capable of. half an hour later, your body feels warm, getting warmer by the second. a certain, familiar sensation is stirring between your legs. and you can tell that nanami must be feeling the same way when a light pressure on your neck pulls you out of the immersion.

you turn your head to see nanami leaning in, sucking on your skin, trailing kisses up to your mouth. automatically, without any hesitation, you meet him halfway and let yourself relish in the feeling of nanami’s lips against yours. the kiss is different than usual, like it’s a need that your body requires. you need him.

soon, it turns heated and you’re fully making out. the movie blurs into the background and your head swims as you feel nanami’s hands roaming your body, sliding up your shirt to brush his fingers against your breasts.

god, you think. those chocolates must really be working.

“i want to tease you,” nanami murmurs as he trails kisses down your neck. it’s impossible to resist him when he gets like this. “i want to watch you come apart and have you begging to be fucked. would you like that?”

“fuck, yeah, that sounds hot,” you admit. his words go straight to your pussy, arousal growing, and you’re dangerously close to letting out a moan from just hearing what nanami plans to do to you.

“come here.” nanami breaks away to guide you onto his lap. a hand snakes around to reach between your legs, rubbing you between your legs, making you wetter each time he does it. the action draws out a groan, you hissing as he palms at you between your legs, over your pants, skillfully moving his fingers back and forth.

behind you, nanami’s own erection is filling out, pressed against your lower back. you’re both still fully clothed, but arousal stirs hungrily inside you by how much it turns you on to know that nanami is already half hard. you start to move your hips, grinding your ass up and down the tent in nanami’s pants, seeking more stimulation. you hear a sharp intake of breath and have to suppress a shudder of your own.

“did you get this horny just from watching a movie? from the aphrodisiac?” nanami’s mouth is dangerously close to your ear, occasionally licking with his tongue. “couldn’t even hold it in for an hour?”

you swallow thickly, eyes fluttering shut. you buck your hips shamelessly in search of more friction. “you—you started it.”

“but i’m not the one rutting against my hand. look at you.” nanami pulls down the zipper of your pants, undoes the button, and removes the rest of your clothing swiftly. your panties are damp with your desire and it only makes nanami smirk. “look at how wet you are already.”

gasping, you throw your head back when he pulls your panties to the side, tracing a finger down the center of your pussy. he spreads your wetness and it makes you breaks off into a whine, before he removes it completely. “kento, i—ohh, i need—”

“need what?” nanami pauses long enough to take off his own clothes as well and bucks into you without warning, grinding filthily on your pussy. he drags his length up and down, brushing past your entrance each time.

“y-your cock,” you choke out. “need your cock in me.”

“do you, now?” nanami feigns disinterest, though he never once stops his movements. “but what if i said that i still want to watch the movie?”

arousal mixes with the effects of the aphrodisiac inside you and you don’t even bother trying to hide how eager you are now. “who cares about that? let’s just—ah—let’s get on with it.”

“i care.” he pulls away. “mm, no. you’re distracting me.” when you try to swivel your hips some more, nanami holds you tighter in place. “god, you’re so desperate already. alright, i have an idea. why don’t you keep my cock warm for me while we finish the rest of the movie?”

you barely have time to consider that proposal before nanami is grabbing the lube from the nightstand and probing a slick finger by your entrance. he pushes in to the first knuckle, further, then draws back out, repeating the motion to pump into you a couple of times. a second finger breaches joins soon after, stretching you open even more.

“ngh—want you, kento,” you say, panting. “w-want you in me.”

turning back, you see that nanami is using his other hand to wrap around his own cock, bringing himself to full hardness and coating the entire length with lube. the sight alone is enough to have desire building inside you. you’re unable to look away, gaze following every action nanami takes as he strokes himself, working himself up. his hand rolls over the cockhead, face contorting with pleasure, and it seems to take conscious effort for him to let go of his cock.

“think you’re ready for me, baby?” the fingers inside you are still moving back and forth. you nod, impatient, and feel him slowly start to pull out completely.

nanami lines up his cock by your pussy, at first simply rubbing the tip at your entrance and teasing your sensitive folds. the tension drags on and you think you’re going to lose your mind from the sheer anticipation of it. you’re shaking a bit, trembling with need, pussy aching and wet and so fucking turned on. but all nanami does is wait, hands held firmly on your hips, telling you to be patient.

a whimper catches in your throat and you have to bite your lip in order to stop yourself from begging. fuck, you groan. nanami is right there, hard cock rubbing teasingly against you, and you really will go crazy if he doesn’t push inside you within the next second—

“ah!” you gasp, finally feeling the head of nanami’s cock penetrating you. but it doesn’t stop there; he continues to push himself in, taking his time to make sure that you feel the slow drag of it against your walls, until you’re sinking down on him all the way, enveloping him fully.

“fuck, you’re still so tight. so hot inside,” nanami murmurs, leaning in to suck on the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “now—stay still and don’t move. got it?”

you nod vehemently, barely even registering the words. you think you’d agree to pretty much anything he tells you at this point, given just how turned on you are.

a low, pleased sound rumbles by your ear before nanami is whispering directly into it. “good. if you can wait until the movie is over, i’ll fuck you properly like how you deserve.”

the sweet promise of a reward has you shuddering with your whole body. you breathe in, slow and shaky, arousal shooting between your legs. “i-i can do that.”

“of course you can. look at you, taking me so well,” nanami murmurs, fingers teasing at the outside of your pussy where he has you stretched around his cock. “already this worked up, hm? sure you’ll be able to last?”

you whimper, unable to deny how you’re burning with arousal, but still, you let out a breathy yes.

chuckling, nanami indulges you. “alright. just remember—no moving.”

the first few minutes are the worst. even though you’re both sitting still, there’s no way you can just ignore the fact that nanami’s cock is currently buried deep inside you. you can feel how hard he is, how you’re being filled in the best way. every once in a while, nanami will throb within you, and your pussy aches in response.

you can’t tell how much of it is your own arousal and how much of it is the aphrodisiac amplifying your desires. but either way, it’s torture. it’s heaven. you never knew it was possible to be this fucking horny.

soon, you start to relax a bit as you get used to the sensation. you direct your focus back to the shifting images flashing on screen and almost manage to forget the lust and need coursing through his body. but that’s when nanami’s hands begin to roam—his strong arms circle around your waist, sliding up your stomach to your chest.

he grabs both of your breasts in his palms, massaging them. gentle fingers latch onto sensitive nipples, pinching lightly. you shudder at the contact, instinctively leaning into his touch. he plays with your nipples mercilessly: rolling them between his fingers, flicking them, anything to get your more riled up.

one hand makes its way back down, lower, lower. the first touch on your clit makes you gasp, and as much as you want to pretend that you’re calm and collected, your body doesn’t lie. nanami continues with barely-there touches on your clit, grazing his fingers past the sensitive nub, light as a feather. you curse him in your head, resisting the urge to buck up and chase after the stimulation. you just know that nanami is getting off to tormenting you like this, driving you slowly insane in the best way.

in attempt to distract yourself, you try your best to think about something else, anything else. it works for about half a second before nanami touches a particularly sensitive area on your body and your brain unhelpfully supplies you with nothing but fantasies of nanami finally fucking you, dragging his cock in and out, pushing deep enough to make you feel it for days after. nanami rubbing your clit in tight circles, going fast, hard, until your thighs shake and you’re coming from his hand, unable to stop your release even if you wanted to…

a moan escapes you just thinking about how good it would feel. you’re so fucking wet and your pussy is throbbing from nanami’s skilled fingers. more noises slip past your lips as a sense of desperation unfurls inside you. fuck, you could have already reached your orgasm by now if nanami wasn’t so cruel, so turned on by denying both of you of what you clearly want.

at some point, you’re hardly able to hear the movie over the sound of your own moans. but you can’t help it—it’s so unfair, so frustrating, entirely not enough. you want nanami to stimulate your clit more, want nanami to thrust his cock into you like he fucking means it until you’re squirming helplessly in his grasp. you want to come, and shit, that’s when you know you’re already too far gone.

somewhere through the haze in your mind, you hear nanami whispering against your neck, “shh, you’re being so loud. i’m trying to pay attention.”

nanami is putting on an act of indifference, seemingly entranced by the movie. he might be in a better state than you are, but it’s obvious that he isn’t as composed as he pretends to be, not with the way his cock is twitching every so often inside you. he also took the aphrodisiac, after all. it must be affecting him as much as it’s affecting you.

“come on, you want it too, don’t you?” you turn your head back to kiss the corner of his mouth. you spread your legs wider, trying to invite nanami to touch you more. “stop resisting, kento. i know you want to feel me clenching around you as you fuck into me… how tight I am for you...”

it’s a pretty compelling argument if you say so yourself, and for a moment, you think you’ve actually managed to convince him. visibly, nanami falters, breath hitching and eyes fluttering shut to hide how much his composure has fallen. but then he growls, looking at you intensely.

“bad girl. so fucking naughty.” the next time nanami speaks, his voice is stern but also slightly strained. as much as you would like to push him further, you know a warning when you hear one, groaning in frustration when he makes it clear that he plans to see this through to the end. “stay still.”

fine, you think. you may be turned on beyond return and growing more desperate by the minute, digging your nails into your thighs to prevent yourself from bouncing on the deliciously hard cock inside you, but you’ll play this game if that’s what nanami wants. you’ll play this game and win. the confidence you feel all of a sudden is admittedly unfounded considering how you were more than ready to give in to your own arousal a few seconds ago, but you’re determined now.

that is, until a few minutes pass and you jolt when you feel nanami moving under you unexpectedly.

you gasp as his cock pushes deeper into you for half a second before it settles back down. there’s no sign of acknowledgement at all from nanami when you glance over at him, so you exhale, and eventually force yourself to relax. but then—

it happens again. a full thrust this time, deliberate and intentional. every nerve ending in you ignites at once and you catch the slightest hint of a smirk making its way onto nanami’s otherwise impassive expression.

you have to bite back a moan, body arching on instinct. you’re trying not to move, fuck, you’re trying, but it’s near impossible when you can feel everything so clearly—nanami bucking into you, cock throbbing against your walls. and just when you think that it’s over, nanami will prove exactly how merciless he can be.

“a-ah—!” the next thrust is a filthy grind that makes you twist helplessly as nanami manages to brush against your g-spot before retreating. almost immediately after, it’s followed by another delicious roll of the hips, leaving you so damn wet and desperate, delirious for his cock. you want to be fucked so bad.

nanami’s hand wraps around you again, rubbing your inner thighs and hums, refusing to give any stimulation to where you need it most. “something wrong, darling?”

“y-you asshole,” you manage to choke out once you realize that nanami is probably enjoying this far too much. he’s so cruel and you hate that you’re finding the whole situation hot. “just—ngh—just fuck me already. please.”

“i will,” nanami says, a growl directly into your ear. it has absolutely no right sounding as sexy as it does, sending shivers down your entire spine. “if you’re good for me.”

shit, you let out a broken a moan. it’s hard to hide just how much those words affect you. you have to clench your hands around the bedsheets, going against every instinct in your body to grind back down against nanami’s hard, tempting cock. your body burns. your muscles are tense, fighting to hold yourself back, to follow the orders you’d been given. through it all, you feel high-strung, nerves alight, so sensitive to every touch like a livewire. it’s utterly maddening how nanami’s cock is right there, but you aren’t allowed to take what you want.

how long has it been now? twenty minutes? thirty? you don’t know but it feels like hours.

the next time nanami not-so-subtlety thrusts into you again, you break. something inside of you snaps. it’s like you’ve completely lost control as you start rambling, obscene moans falling uncontrollably from your lips in stuttering breaths. you tremble on the spot, thighs quivering, desperate and begging for some relief, anything.

“k-ken—kento, fuck, i-i can’t take it anymore, i need you—please just—fuck me, kento, fuck me—”

“god,” nanami curses, fingers digging into your hips like he’s on the edge too, trying his best to hold back as well. “i love hearing you beg. it’s so fucking hot, you have no idea. who would’ve thought that you’d get this horny just by having a cock stuffed inside you, hm?”

you barely manage to keep it together when you feel nanami smooth his hands up your spine, along the planes of your back. the way he rubs circles there isn’t even inherently sexual, but you can’t help but shudder, entire body visibly tense in effort to hold yourself still. to deny yourself of what you so badly want.

a single finger circles around your clit again, and you shudder with anticipation, thinking that he might finally be giving up on this stupid challenge. “yes, fuck, yes—more—”

but that’s all you get, and nanami’s hand moves away, taunting you from a distance. “there are only a few minutes left,” he murmurs, and you had forgotten all about the movie. “you can hold out a little longer, can’t you? be a good girl for me.”

you whimper, swallowing a protest that rises up in your throat. fuck, you want to be good, you really do, but you’ve been pushed to the limit, and you don’t know how much longer you can stand it.

after that, nanami stops playing dirty; there are no more thrusts, both of you too close to the edge now to take any more risks. but even if he doesn’t move, you can still feel him inside, hard and aching, just shy of grazing against your sweet spot. it’s agonizing torture, and you’ve long since given up on trying to control your breathing as your chest heaves. you’re so far gone that you think you only need one more thrust, one single touch of a hand on your throbbing clit, and it would be enough to make you come.

fuck, you want to come so fucking bad.

the rest of the movie goes by in a blur. you have no idea what’s happening on the screen anymore, hardly even remember what it is that you’re watching in the first place. all you know is that you’ve been brought to the edge and teetering on the brink for so long now that you can’t even think straight anymore.

by the time the credits finally roll across the screen, you’re absolutely wrecked. your eyes are half-lidded, pussy spasming around nanami’s cock, and your body is begging for release. you resist the urge to buck up into nothing, and you just about lose it as you feel nanami twitching inside you again.

“shit, look at you.” nanami’s voice sounds strained, giving away just how much this has affected him too. “good girl. you did so well. i didn’t think you would last the whole time.”

“k-kento… please…”

“i know, i know,” he murmurs reassuringly. “fuck, you’re so good for me, baby. you’ve earned your reward.”

fresh arousal washes over you upon hearing those words. you allow yourself to be flipped over so that you’re lying on your back, sinking into the mattress as your lips meet nanami’s for a kiss. it’s almost enough to distract you from what he does next.

inch by inch, nanami pulls himself out until the tip of his cock catches at your entrance, before thrusting back inside with full force. you nearly scream when he does it again and again, moaning into his mouth, arching forward. it’s the first time tonight that you truly feel the thick drag of nanami’s hard cock inside you, finally, finally fucking you with proper intent and it’s so good you think you’re going to lose your mind.

there’s no more teasing now. the pace gradually increases, both of you worked up beyond control, impatient and desperate for release. you let out an obscene whine before gasping when nanami manages to hit your g-spot head on.

“o-oh, fuck!” your hips move in rhythm with his, purely on instinct now. “oh, holy shit, kento—right there—”

“yeah—hah—you like that?” nanami grunts when he feels you clench around him, snapping his hips into you over and over, hand reaching down to find your clit as well. “you don’t have to hold back anymore. let me hear you.”

and you moan, loud and unfiltered. the deep thrusts combined with the frantic pace nanami has built up drives you crazy, makes all of your thoughts dissolve away in an instant. heat pools in your lower stomach when nanami aims for your spot once more, causing your entire body to jerk forward, arching beautifully off the bed. needy sounds spill from your mouth. the hand on your clit speeds up and you know you won’t last. it won’t be long now.

“i-i’m—ah—hng—i can’t—oh my god, kento, i’m s-so—so close—”

“s-shit—” nanami stutters, but his pace doesn’t falter, each thrust going deeper than the last. “that’s it—ngh—you feel so good around me. taking me so fucking well. i wanna—wanna see you come apart.”

that’s when you make the mistake of looking down, eyes fixated on where your bodies connect, watching as nanami’s cock disappears into you over and over again. the sight is so obscene, so filthy, so unbelievably hot. and when you feel him thrusting into your harder, you can’t help but gasp aloud. “h-hah—! kento, oh god, fuck, i-i’m—i can’t hold—i’m gonna—”

“then come,” nanami whispers a low breath right next to your ear. the words send tingles all the way up your spine, thighs shaking at the command. “be a good girl and come for me.”

“ngh, f-fuck, oh, fuck—” you spasm with the force of your orgasm, finding yourself completely at his mercy. it’s entirely unfair that nanami knows exactly where to aim, how to break you. your pussy aches, clit pulsing, and suddenly you’re coming so hard that your vision blurs. your hips bucks forward, mouth falling open to let out a guttural moan.

you hardly even register nanami following with his own release soon after, a couple more thrusts and spilling deep inside you, head thrown back to ride out his orgasm. the shape of your name forms around his lips along with a low groan as he stills, breathing heavily.

hissing, nanami pulls out and falls onto the bed next to you. your eyes are closed, head still spinning with the aftershocks of pleasure. and holy shit, you think. the orgasm is fucking worth it, after making yourself wait so long. it’s almost unreal. you turn your head to take in the sight of nanami beside you, looking like how you feel, all fucked out and in a state of bliss. his cock gives one last twitch. between your legs, you can feel his come dripping out of you.

once you catch your breath, you frown and say, “i can’t believe you made me sit through the entire movie like that. you’re evil.”

a slow smirk spreads across nanami’s face and he’s so fucking handsome it’s not fair. “i love it when you beg for me. but you know i'd never do anything that you don’t like.”

it’s true, and that’s the hardest thing for you to admit: that you like the challenge, you like cock warming him, you like being pushed to your limits until you break. you can’t really complain, not when he made it up to you by giving you one of the best orgasms of your life.

“do we have more of those chocolates?” you ask, referring to the aphrodisiacs, and you can tell that nanami is thinking the same thing. they really are magic, and this is definitely something that you’ll revisit again later.

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[sugarnspice630]

PLEASE im begging you can you please write mean dom!Seonghwa x sub fem!reader but the reader has daddy kink

Hi anon! Thank you so much for you request love! I am happy to write this for you. I hope you enjoy, and have fun!

•pairing: mean!dom!Seonghwa x fem!sub!reader

•word count: 2k

•tags: soft to mean dom Hwa, daddy kink (obviously), teasing, reader is very horny, hair pulling, leash tugging, collars, oral (m receiving), ass smacking, vibrator use (f receiving) ...did I miss anything? probably

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“Seonghwa, I can’t help it! You have this control over me that no one else has, and my body craves you constantly!” You begged. You had been begging Seonghwa to help you out for hours now. You were horny all day, and you just had an itch that only Seonghwa’s dick inside you could satisfy. No toy you used on yourself today was cutting it.

“Oh really? You like me that much, huh?” He cooed as he placed his hand on top of your head. You couldn’t help but whimper at his touch. You wanted him badly. Your eyes began to haze over as your body turned itself on autopilot and went into a sexual daze. The look on your face was one of eternal bliss. Having Seonghwa just lightly touch you was driving you mad, but of course you wanted more. No matter how much you whimpered and moaned softly at his touches, he was not giving in to your plea. As a matter of fact, he enjoyed watching you struggle like this. It sent chills through his body to see you so down bad for him.

“I-I can’t help it.” 

“I know you can’t~.” He taunts as he runs his hand down the side of your face and rests his fingers under your chin, lifting his finger up so you are forced to look up at his face. He stares into your eyes for a few seconds, and you can’t help but feel a pool of wetness begin to form in your panties. The forceful gaze in his eyes was enough to make you want to rip your clothes off right there and have him take his way with you.

“D-daddy~?” He hums in response to the nickname, still looking deep into your eyes. “I....I can't take this feeling anymore!”

“Well, I don't know~. I’m not sure how to help out my little whore~.” You had enough of his taunting and quickly grabbed onto the sleeves of his shirt.

“Please daddy! Do something!” You cried out and pouted. Desperation was flowing out of your voice.

“But it's so much fun seeing you like this~. So desperate for me.”

“I-I'll do anything~!” You whimper and grip tighter on his sleeves.

“Anything?”

“Y-Yes! A-anything! Whatever daddy wants!” He pauses on your words for a few seconds, delaying your so-sought-after release even longer while he thinks about what he should do.

"Well, what I want-.” He stops mid-sentence, grips the back of your head, and pushes you down to the ground. You fall to your knees with a whimper at his force. Lifting your head up by your hair, you see him lick his lips and teeth before pulling his face into a smirk. “-is for you to suck.” He uses his free hand to guide his belt off and pull his pants down just past his hips. You eagerly reach out to help him pull his underwear off so you can start pleasing him. You knew you were not going to get any special treatment if you didn’t please him first. He chuckles at your eagerness, excited to see you under his command, but he pulls you away from his crotch with the hand wrapped in your hair. You let your mouth hang open slightly and looked up at him, confused.

“Since you're gonna act like an obedient pet, I might as well do this.” He grabs your collar, which was adorned around your neck, to signify that you were his, and attaches a leather leash to the ring in the front. “Much better~.” He purrs out. He wraps the leash firmly in his hand and pulls you back towards him; now your face is just inches from his rock-hard cock. You whimper when he tugs on the leash as you fall forward a little bit, but your balance is good since you’ve had lots of practice being on your knees in front of him. You open your mouth and gently kitten lick his tip; he shudders in response to your action.

"Fuck, you’re so good for me.” You start to take more of him into your mouth, making sure to lick and please him just how he likes it. Seonghwa is letting out groans and huffs from above you, motivating you to make him feel good so you can get rewarded as well. Occasionally, he rocks his hips into your mouth, forcing his cock to hit the back of your throat. Your eyes fill with tears as you gag slightly, but you don’t let it stop you. Suddenly, Seonghwa pulls you off of his cock. Confused, you let out a whimper at the lack of oral fixation in your mouth.

“After I lay down, get on the bed. Ass facing me and up in the air.”

“H-Hwa-.” You stutter out, your brain foggy from being thrown off course.

“I’m not asking you again.” He snarls as he tugs up on the leash, lifting your body up, and then drops the leash from his hand to make his way over to the bed. You nod softly with a small pout on your face. His demeanor changed so quickly, and you wonder what happened. You watched as he laid on the bed and patted his leg for you to come over to him. You got up onto the bed and crawled over to him, lining your body up right above where his cock was, then turning around so your ass was facing him and your mouth was aligned right near his member. Seonghwa grabbed onto your knees and pulled them closer to his body, causing you to fall forward closer to his dick, letting out a soft chuckle.

“You are going to finish me off while I play with you. Got it?”

“Y-yes daddy.” You feel a harsh smack on your bare cheek and whimper out.

“What was that? Didn’t quite hear you.”

“Yes daddy!”

“Now back to sucking slut~.” 

Seonghwa firmly smacked your ass again, making you let out a moan. You wasted no time getting back to business. As if you had no interruption in between, you slide all of him back in your mouth, not caring about your gag reflex or anything. He was still slick with the pre-cum you had spread around before moving locations. While you were sucking, you felt Seonghwa’s weight shift on the bed. That must mean he was leaning over to grab something. You continued to suck him off when a faint buzzing sound in your ear preceded a small “oops” from Seonghwa, and then the buzzing stopped. He had grabbed the vibrator that was next to the bed. It was your all-time favorite one to use. Your face flushed red, but you continued to do your job by bobbing your head back and forth. Seonghwa placed the toy against you and rubbed it along your slit, making sure you were indeed ready to take it inside you. Seonghwa turns on the vibrator, and immediately, you feel more motivated to suck him to completion. You moaned around his dick.

“You’re such a fucking whore.” Seonghwa says lowly as he feels your passion coming through. Grinding your hips up and down to get more pleasure from the vibrator. Seonghwa pushes it deeper into you, and you place your hands on the sides of his legs, allowing you to take him further down your throat. Your hands grip onto the bedsheet, and you moan around him again. Eyes filled with tears, but not a single sad thought running through your head. To change up the pace of things, you slide yourself off of Seonghwa and stick your tongue out to lick him from base to tip. Panting out as you do so due to the pressure in your stomach building up from your favorite toy.

“F-fuck~.” Seonghwa mutters out. You can’t see him, but you know he is tilting his head back in ecstasy cause you are making him feel so good. Seonghwa changes the speed on the vibrator to increase the vibrations, rubbing it up and down your pussy and, every once in a while, sliding the tip of the toy into your hole. Enough to tease you and drive you crazy.

“D-daddy~? I need you n-now~.” The desperation for his cock had been building up, and you figured if you begged nicely, you could get what you wanted. 

“You’re gonna get what I give you, and that’s it. Don’t you dare ask me for things like that.” He says through gritted teeth. Fuck, guess you’re not getting anything. “But since you want to whore yourself out to me-.” He pauses his sentence as he takes the vibrator off of you and slides himself out from underneath you, forcing you back down on your hands and knees on the bed. He rips your panties off of you, and you feel the cool air blow across your soaked area. “I’m gonna be as rough with you as I want.” Seonghwa grabs the sides of your hips harshly and forces himself inside of you. “Fuck!” You moan loudly at the sudden intrusion.

"Mmm, that toy got you nice and ready for Daddy~.” He grips tighter onto your hips, his nails digging into your skin, definitely leaving marks. 

“T-This was way before the toy d-daddy~.” 

“Shut up.” He barks as he leans his body down and reaches out to grab the leash still wrapped around you. He wraps it around his hand again for a good grip and pulls it back toward him. The tightness of the collar pushing into your airway and choking you out just the slightest bit. You can feel him picking up speed as he continues to lean down against your back. The angle his dick is hitting you makes you feel so good.

“Mm fuck~ my little fucktoy feels great tonight~.” His free hand smacks the side of your ass, and he continues to pound into you. You can’t help but moan and whimper at the sensation. The tugging on the leash making you see faint stars in your vision. His hand leaves your hip and grabs the back of your head.

“Such a fucking slut~! Does this little bitch crave more~?” You nod your head softly and let out a closed-mouth moan. Seonghwa, with no hesitation, pushes your head into the bed, shoving your face down into the mattress. “You dirty fucking whore~. Taking pleasure from being a toy~.” He halts his thrusts. With the hand still on the back of your hair, he grips your hair, pulls your head up, and leans down to your ear as close as he can, whispering softly. “How pathetic~.” You wince at the lack of pleasure inside and from him pulling your hair.

“I-I am pathetic~.”

“Damn right you are~.” He continues his thrusts, pounding into you harder than before. You are nothing but a moaning mess. Such beautiful noises for Seonghwa, and only Seonghwa. “Mmm I fucking love those moans~.” He lets go of your head and brings that hand back to your side. Forcefully smacking your ass yet again.

“Mm~ y-yes~!” You moan out and then bite your lip.

"Fuck, you’re clenching around me slut.” Seonghwa tilts his head back and lets his mouth hang open. Letting out a couple groans. Your voice is practically gone from all the moaning you have been doing tonight. Seonghwa also fucked your throat raw not that long ago, so you were extremely sensitive.

“D-Daddy~!” Your voice comes in and out from a moan cutting in between.

“W-whore~!” He mocks your plea from earlier. You felt the knot inside you tighten, but you dared not to cum before Seonghwa.

“I-I can feel myself getting close b-but~ ah~ I-I'm not stopping~! J-just keep going till you c-cum.”

“Good fucking girl, letting me use you for my pleasure.” Those were the last words you heard before your brain shut off and you just let Seonghwa continue to use you for the rest of the night.

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[becomingmina]

Hi I love your writing! Can I request something about getting caught in a sweet moment with their gfs 😘😘 from other people for Changbin and Felix (my biases) 😘😘

Getting caught in a sweet moment with Y/N by the public - fluff w/ Seo Changbin & Lee Felix

{ Mina's note: You got some fine as sssssss biases!! Love me some ChangLix 🥰 Thanks for requesting, I love them sm! <33 | think I'll do the rest of the members one day as these are so fun to do! Sorry for the delay!!! }

Seo Changbin: on your drive thru date

It was your usual date night with Binnie. You both settle in some pyjamas before hoping into his car to get some dinner.

"You want the Shanghai meal again?" Changbin asked as you guys pulled up to the restaurant's window.

"Yes, large chips and a large coke and a chocolate sundae please," you answer.

"Damn, my baby knows how to eat," Changbin replies back in his baby voice as he smiles at you.

"You're so annoying," you rolled your eyes before giving him the same smirk.

After receiving your food Changbin drives to a carpark you guys always park at, to eat and talk.

"You going to feed me?" He asked fluttering his eyes at you. And you do. You grab some fries and reach your hand over to his mouth. He looked so cute with his face full of food you couldn’t help but cup his cheek as you just stare at him in awe.

You are in-love. Everything about this just feels so right. Shutting out the world and just spending your time copped up in Changbin’s small car talking about sweet nothings means so much to you. And you couldn’t wait to do this forever with him.

"I love it here with you," he breaks the silence, leaning into your hand.

"I love you," you say moving in towards him.

"I love you more," he replied, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

The next morning you and Changbin woke up to his manger blowing up your phones.

“What is it hyung?” Changbin answered as he finally stir out of his sleep.

“The public released some photos of you and Y/N from last night.. it’s on their instagram—”

“—Hold on let me see!” Changbin jumps out of bed in a panic causing you to flinch.

“What is it Bin?” You asked, confused, sitting up as you watch him jump around the room.

“Okay, but we look cute,” he says after closely looking at his phone.

“What is it, show me,” you jump out of bed just like he did, reaching for the device.

You chuckle when you see the photos and register what was happening. There was photos of you and Changbin’s cheeks full of food sitting in his car all over the internet. Someone caught you guys last night.

“Oh gosh, we do look so cute,” you agreed smiling up at your perfect boyfriend.

Lee Yongbok/Felix: during a shoot

"We will resume in a couple minutes Felix," the shoot leader says as she gathers her laptop and ushered the shoot team out with her to attend an emergency meeting.

You got off the comfy stool they have just personally assigned to you and made your way over to Felix. It was the third time you had come with him for a shoot and it always blows your mind how perfect they make him look.

"Take a photo it'll last longer," he jokingly says as he notices your staring. You giggle before quickly pulling out your phone from your back pocket to snap photos.

"I should be taking photos of you baby," he says pulling you by the arm and placing you on his lap.

"They always know how to make you look so good," you say, admiring his appearance once again, this time closer. You could see every freckle, every imperfections, every perfections, everything thing.

"It's because they knew my baby was going to be here today," he replies back tapping your nose with his finger.

"I like it alot," your hand reaches out to his face but you let it back down to your lap before you could touch him, afraid your were going to ruin his make up.

"You can touch, it's okay baby," he notices your hesitation and guides your hand back on his face, cupping his cheek.

"Pretty prince," you complimented, with a smile.

“Yeah, Y/N’s pretty prince,” Felix replied, wrapping his arms around your waist tighter.

Felix always knows how to make you feel noticed and loved. Just him guiding your hand back onto his face was all it took to make your tiny heart flutter endlessly. You can’t help but smile at the perfect boy in front of you, staring at him like he was your everything.

“Yeah, is that us?” Felix says as you both were lying in his bed, done and tired from his full day of work.

“What?!” You say looking over to his phone to see that the sweet moment you guys shared before in the studio was captured and posted every where online “Oh my, was that just from before?”

“I mean, whoever posted this is going to get into trouble but why do you look so in-love with me?!” Felix joked, observing the photos.

“Look at you! You’re staring at me! You’re the one that’s in-loved,” You replied back with giggles.

[go6jo]

Bonus points if after hearing suguru say all that you say yes confidently when he asks if you're still on the pill even though you stopped taking it months ago. I mean how pretty would you look all swollen up because you're carrying a child; his child. Suguru couldn't possibly resist then, could he?

THIS IS SO TOXIC AND SO UNREALISTIC BUT YOU KNOW HDSHS

Nvm man I can't defend myself anymore 😭😭

CONTEXT SHUT UPPPPPP !! SHUT!!! UPPPPPP!!! like you'd give it to him soooo good, trying so desperately so make him stay. you'd have him lie on his back as he watches you put in all the work, proving to him that you're worth it, that he won't regret it if he stays, that you could make him so happy, could satisfy him - make him forget all about his problems. and he finds your desperation amusing really, because he's far too gone, you have a wanted criminal in your bed, you're kneeled in between the legs of murderer, his hand tangled in your hair as he gazes down at you, proped up on his elbows to take in the sinful sight that you are and he didn't know you had it in you to look this obscene, teary eyed and struggling to take him all in - to be this dirty, drooling all over him. it's like the idea of him being gone has suddenly awakened something in you, you who'd always been so hesitant to initiate sex with him, counting on him for guidance always, only whispering a bashful need you, ru when your head is resting on his lap during movie night and letting him take matters into his own hands, leaving it to him to do the rest, to take care of your needs as he lets his hand slide under the hem of your pijama shorts and you're left to bury your face on the warmth of his naked stomach, struggling to maintain eye contact when he tells you you sound so pretty or when he asks you god, baby. wanna tell me what you were thinking about? because you're soaking through the fabric of your panties. you, who'd always let your index finger dance on his thigh as you lay on his stomach in bed, getting fidgety instead of letting him know you want him, begging silently, hoping he'll know what you're asking for and suguru complies as he takes your wandering hand in his bigger one and moves it to rest atop the bulge on his boxers, go on, baby, guiding your hand up and down to help you stroke him and he'd always be vocal to encourage you, to let you know you make him feel so good, that you make a mess out of him. you turn him on so much with your timid nature but when you're kneeled before him like this, looking this debauched, he wonders if you'd always been like this yet too shy to show him this side of you, this side that's so eager, so ready to please.

"you want me to stay, baby?" and you only nod at him, thats all you can do really when your mouth is already so full of him "yeah? how bad do you want it?" and you could barely breathe properly anymore but your lips slide further down his lenght until your nose hits his pelvis, dutifully swallowing him whole, all of him, and there's hope swelling in your chest, proud as you watch his head swing backwards as it hits the headboard, the muscles of his abdomen contracting and the grip on your hair getting tighter as he drags out a low fuuuck, his other hand threads through his hair, pushing the strands that stick to his forehead backwards. you peak at him through your lashes, he’s a heavenly sight, swollen lips slightly parted as breathy moans escape through them, he's panting - completely lost in pleasure. its somewhat unconcious, the way he starts chasing after his high, the hand on the back of your head pushing you further down until you feel him hit the back of your throat. you inevitably choke around him which throws you into an uncontrollable coughing fit that delays his release “sorry.” you rest your cheek against his thigh and his brows furrows as he sits up on the matress, landing a slap on your ass that is way too conveniently bent up in the air “you’re so fucking good to me, baby” suguru bends down to kiss your temple then holds your face in his hands, forcing you to sit back on your knees as his thumb keeps stroking your cheek. “then stay. we’ll figure it out, ru.” you look him in the eye, giving him no way out. “i think it’s a little too late for that, princess”

oh.

so he fooled you. he came here and he fooled you into thinking that you could save him, that he wasn’t broken beyond repair, that you could make him stay when, really, he never came knocking on your door to beg for salvation, he never really wanted to be saved. lust. he only came as a sinner and not as one looking to repent but, instead, as one looking commit yet another sin. you feel betrayed.

“c’mon. ride it, baby.” he’s kissing down your neck and you’re numb, staring blankly ahead of you, thinking about all the ways you could’ve made him stay but you didn’t, thinking of all the ways you weren’t enough, desperately searching your head for something, anything that could make him change his mind. “make me cum really good like only you know how to do it, yeah? do it so i won’t forget. we might not be seeing each other for a while”

so you make one last effort. you ride him, you do it like it’s the last time you’ll ever do it, you start off slow, sensual, swallowing his moans as you kiss him tenderly, his hands are under your thighs, helping you set the pace, your chest is squeezed against his, your nipples brushing against his with every tempting roll of your hips and you’re both way too sensitive this deep into the night, every gentle touch eliciting a moan that is higher, needier than the latter, his head falls backwards revealing the skin of his throat to you and you nibble on his adam apple which makes him smile amidst a groan before holding his index and middle finger up to your mouth “suck.” now smiling down at you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. you're whining around his fingers, your movements getting more erratic as things begin to take a sudden turn. suguru is moaning shamelessly on your ear, thrusting up into you, chasing after the high he's been craving ever since he walked through your door, hands gripping your hips and teeth sunk into your shoulder as your nails claw onto his and its rough, it's needy on both ends and so messy. "wanna cum with me, baby?" he manages to choke out the words in between heavy breaths and you've long since lost the ability to speak as he keeps on thrusting up into you with reckless abandon, you don't say anything, only moaning uncontrollably, but he knows you're close from the way your body is starting to get tense in his embrace, so his hand reaches down between your legs to add on to the pleasure he’s giving you and you're shaking in his arms - you've long since lost control but it's always been like this with him, it's always so easy to submit to him, to give in to him, to let him take control over you. "cum." and you do, as if waiting for him to guide you, like he always does. he cums with a kiss to your forehead, eyes tightly shut as he presses his lips harder against your skin to try to supress the loud groan that threatens to escape past his throat and you have half a mind to wrap your legs tightly around his waist, keeping him buried deep inside you - refusing to let him go and he doesn’t make much of an effort to pull away from you anyways. "god, baby." he hisses as you begin to move your hips again, leaving sloppy kisses on his jaw "just give me a minute and we can go again."

[daisyvisions]

juyeon mommy kink gn

I'm Your Good Boy

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), blowjob, handjob, mommy kink (but only used as a nickname, reader is gender neutral), finger sucking, sub! Juyeon, petnames (good boy, baby) A/N: 1st time writing for gender neutral! please let me know if I did it right huhu 😭 enjoy nonetheless!

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It happened by accident if you’re being completely honest (a happy accident on your end at least). You always knew Juyeon had a crush on you.

From the way he would tense around you when you were close to him, how he would freeze when you’d place your hand on his bicep. Or when he would stutter or have delayed responses, mainly because he’d be too caught up in his own head staring at you.

You were just so beautiful to him. And almost anything you did, there would be nothing but heart shaped pupils in his eyes. Of course, you loved being around him too.

Warmth would spread across your chest whenever he would give you that adorable smile, or when you’d hear his giggles from a simple joke you made.

Not to mention the things he would always do for you even when you never asked him to do it. He always treated his friends well especially when it came to you. Slowly, you were starting to fall for him as well.

You were especially grateful for that one time he really pulled strings to help you out even if he had his own things to do (which he didn't mention to you of course because you were a priority in his mind), when you needed someone to help you run some errands while you had to do an emergency shift at work.

When you arrived home that night, you were greeted by a tall figure placing a newly cooked meal on the table, giving you his signature warm smile.

“Hey! I did everything that was on your list and managed to clean up around and cooked your favorite meal too!” Juyeon said as you’re walking towards him with a huge smile on your face.

“Aw thank you, Juyo. You’re too sweet!” you exclaimed while wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to give him a tight hug. His hands immediately rest on your hips.

“No problem, anything for you really.” A blush creeping on his cheeks as he smells the faint scent of your shampoo on your hair.

“Such a good boy for me…” You innocently whisper as you pull away from the hug and briefly stroke the side of his cheek.

In that moment, Juyeon felt like he short-circuited from the new nickname you’d just called him. He felt his body go numb suddenly and a twitch in his crotch. He immediately coughs to distract you from seeing his emerging erection through his sweatpants .

“T-thank you…” He awkwardly responds. But your eyes are too quick and see the tent forming in his jeans. You tried to hide your smile from the effect you suddenly had on him. You don’t know what came over you but you decided to play along and push your limits a bit further.

“You deserve a reward for being such a good boy, yeah?” Your tone lowers to a sultry one, grabbing his hand and start lifting it near your face, your eyes looking at his thick and long digits. You bring two of his fingers in your mouth, slowly sucking on them while you keep your eyes on Juyeon’s.

His cock is throbbing at the sight before him. The warm contact of your saliva on his fingers, the way your head slowly moves up and down, and wait… are you moaning also?

“O-oh my god..” he exhales as his eyes start fluttering shut from the sensations of your mouth sucking his fingers. You release his fingers with a pop, still holding his hand as you guide him towards your couch. You push his shoulders down and you lower your body into a kneeling position.

This is not happening right now. No way this is happening right now, Juyeon thinks to himself.

You start delicately palming his inner thighs and right above his bulge, making his breath hitch from your soft touch. “W-what are you doing?” he asks.

”I have to show you my thanks right? Just relax, I got you.” You reassure him as you start untying his pants and pulling them down to his ankles.

His raging boner springs free out of the confinements of his boxers. Your eyes widen at the sight before you, his bare cock practically dripping in precum, twitching and begging for your touch.

You slowly kiss around his length before taking him between your lips, bobbing your head up and down until he’s hitting the back of your mouth.

Juyeon’s too stunned for words, overwhelmed by the sensations of your mouth sucking him dry. No words except the sounds of deep groans come out him. His hands start holding your hair for support, with how good you’re sucking his cock he doesn’t know how long he’ll last.

You release his cock from your mouth with a pop, rubbing his tip between your lips before you firmly grasp his length and start pumping it with a faster pace.

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” You ask while keeping your gaze at him as you give his tip kitten licks.

“S-sso good. Don’t stop…” he responds. His eyes flutter shut as he feels his high approaching any second. You notice his hips buckling up and irregular breathing too, so you increase your pace and massage his balls with your other free hand.

“Fuck, I-I’m gonna cum” Juyeon stutters as he lets out wanton moans.

“Cum for me baby, you're my good boy aren't you?” you ask him. The nickname sets him off completely.

“Yes mommy!” He blurts out as his hot cum explodes all over your mouth and hand. His hips stuttering from how much he’s coming undone for you.

You wipe off the excess cum from the sides of your mouth and licking them clean from your fingers. A moment of silence falls between the two of you as Juyeon tries to catch his breath.

“So…Mommy, huh?” you tease him as his cheeks blush hard from what he just called you.

“Shut up…”

[wild-karrde]

In Command - Part 13

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A/N: HAPPY SUNDAY Y'ALL!! Have another chapter! I was gonna try and delay this a bit to overlap with something else, but I am impatient, so here we go. As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me and making sure my ramblings make sense!

Chapter Rating: E

Warnings: explicit sexual content (PiV sex), language, canon-typical violence, graphic injury

Word Count: 9.2k words

Senna felt like she was drifting through a dream. Everything around her seemed muffled and muted, although she was acutely aware of the soreness between her legs and the presence next to her. Rex’s hand rested in the small of her back as they made their way back through the mingling couples in the club, brushing past the cleaning droid that was already heading towards their abandoned booth.

This is fine. 

She barely heard what the Pa’lowick attendant said as they retrieved their jackets and Rex’s hat. She waited patiently as he inspected the street outside the smudged front window of the club. When he was sure it was clear, Rex opened the door, guiding her outside again. 

The cool night air was a welcome sensation, and Senna closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly from the sweat that still slicked her skin. She felt an arm slip around her waist and looked up to find Rex pulling her to his side, giving her a smile. 

“Looks like the coast is clear. It’s a short walk back.” 

She forced a smiled back, falling into step next to him and leaning against him slightly. 

Alright. We were both playing the part. He seems fine. Unbothered even. My work with the rebellion isn’t over. And I just had great sex. And there don’t appear to be hard feelings. 

Great. This is fine. Everything is fine.

He was saying something that she completely missed. 

“Hm?”

“I was asking if you’re still hungry.”

Her stomach was doing flips, and for once, the thought of putting anything into it seemed ill-advised. 

“I’m fine. U-unless you’re hungry?”

“No. No, I’m alright.” 

How is he doing this? Just behaving as if everything is normal? 

And how are you not?

She wasn’t new to casual encounters, but there had been nothing casual about the way he’d touched her, the way he’d said her name. It felt as soothing as bacta on a burn after the months of denial she’d put herself through, but everything about the sex had seemed far more intimate than her usual flings. Flutterings of hope bounced around in her chest, but she was doing everything she could to quash them. In the moment, it had felt as though everything had fallen into place, but now the edges were crumbling. 

You’re imagining it. You’re wishing it was that.  

Rex was right; it was a quick walk. They made it back to the inn and through the lobby without encountering anyone, and luckily for them, a lift was waiting for them on the ground floor. As she punched the number to the floor they were staying on, she felt Rex’s eyes on her. When the doors hissed shut with a metallic click, he closed the space between them, his hand cradling her face and lifting her eyes to meet his. 

“Hey,” he whispered. The sound of his voice was so gentle she could cry. “Having second thoughts?”

She plastered a smile across her features. “Of course not.” 

It was clear he was unconvinced, but the lift mercifully chimed, alerting them that they’d reached their floor. Senna stepped out of the lift before the doors were all the way open, desperately trying to release the grip that was squeezing her chest. She could still feel Rex’s eyes on her. 

As she strode through the door into their room, she immediately went to the refresher, locking the door, stripping off her clothes, and turning on the shower. She stared at herself in the mirror as the water warmed up. Bruises and bite marks dotted her chest and neck, and her lips were kiss-swollen. The sight of them flooded her with a cacophony of conflicting emotions, but the most noticeable sensation was the heat creeping into her cheeks. Senna composed herself, taking a deep steadying breath as she stepped into the shower, scrubbing as much of the evidence of her and Rex’s activities away as she could. 

Just part of the act. It’s fine. 

Even though she knew she couldn’t wash them away, she ran the washcloth over the love bites dotting her skin, as if she could rinse the memory of how Rex felt in that moment away as well. 

You’re fine. Everything’s alright. 

When she was cleaned to her satisfaction, she stepped out, toweling off quickly. Glancing around, she swore when she realized that in her haste, she hadn’t brought a change of clothes in with her. Wrapping the towel around her body, she steeled herself, opening the door and stepping into the room. 

Rex was sitting on the bed, typing something out on the datapad. He had his shirt off, and the moonlight fell across his bare shoulders. Senna tried to still her heart as he turned to look at her with the sound of the ‘fresher door whooshing open. He sported a few love bites of his own, left by her. Her face felt as though it was on fire as she met his gaze. He gave her a gentle smile, and the flames inside of her quieted to a glowing ember.

Fuck, he’s so beautiful.

“Hey,” he said softly, rising from the bed. 

She pushed some of her damp hair behind her ear. “Hey.” 

Rex set the datapad he was reading from on the desk before approaching her. His eyes were studying her carefully, and Senna fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. He stopped just in front of her, and she was certain he would hear her heart thundering in her chest. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, and before she could stop herself, she leaned into his touch. His palm was warm against her skin. 

Just a game. Just an act. 

He stepped closer, cradling her face with one hand and studying her features carefully. 

Just an act. 

His other hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her pulse accelerated as her hands slid over his chest, grazing the numerous scars that peppered his skin, the most prominent just below his collar bone in the middle of his sternum. His lips met hers, much less rushed than before. She was able to notice more about the kiss this time without the fuel of desperation and urgency. Rex’s lips were chapped, but warm, and the gentleness with which he cradled her face as he kissed her made her eyes burn with tears. 

It’s just us though. No one else.

He drew back, resting his forehead against hers, but still holding her close. Her knees were shaking underneath her as his eyes studied her carefully in the dim lighting. He’d always been able to see through her, and normally, she appreciated it. Right now, it unnerved her, terrified her even. 

What if he sees how I feel? What if he knows? 

She could feel his thumb rubbing hesitantly against the small of her back.

“Sen, are you alright with everything that just happened?” 

She forced a laugh. “Of course. I wanted it. It’s fine. We’re fine, Rex.” 

“Are you certain?” 

It’s just the two of us now. He has no one left to convince. 

His eyes met hers.

He wants this. And so do you.

Before she could overthink it further, she kissed him again, and he melted into her as she pulled him closer by the belt loops on his trousers. His fingers buried themselves in the damp waves of her hair, cradling the back of her head. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers tracing the muscles of his back. 

Senna couldn’t explain what she was trying to do. It might have been an experiment, to see if he’d let her kiss him in private, it might have been her burying her feelings and keeping herself from pouring her soul out to this man by keeping her mouth busy. She wanted to run, but she also wanted to pull him into bed and let the rest of the galaxy fall away, to get lost in one another. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but one thing that she was sure of was that she didn’t want it to stop. The logical part of her mind was blaring with alarm bells, promising she’d regret it all in the morning, and while she wasn’t sure whether that would be true, she was ready to throw every bit of caution to the wind and find out. 

“Senna,” he whispered against her mouth. “Can I have you again? Right now? Just the two of us.”

Just the two of us. Rex and Senna. 

Her brain was short-circuiting. 

He wants me. This isn’t Lon and Valla. It’s all Rex. And me.  

“Yes,” she whispered before her brain could shriek at her more. 

Rex was unrushed as he kissed her again, working his lips against hers as if he wanted to remember the feel and taste of them. The towel slipped from her body, simply forgotten as Rex guided her towards the bed, easing her down onto the mattress with the same strength and gentleness she’d come to know as him. She trembled, goosebumps erupting across her skin as he straightened, taking her bare body in. His gaze felt piercing, but also like a warm embrace. He sucked a breath in between his teeth as the dull glow of reflected moonlight danced across her skin from the small window. 

“Maker, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. 

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and a giddiness welled up inside her as he shucked off his pants before climbing further onto the mattress and pulling the blankets over the two of them. She trembled as she drank him in, and he paused. 

“We can stop,” he reassured her. 

“Please don’t.”

“You’re shaking, Sen.”

“So are you.” The tremors in his body weren’t as violent as hers, but she could still feel him quivering slightly under her fingertips. 

He huffed a laugh, ducking his head slightly before meeting her gaze again. “Been a while.”

She giggled. “We’ve already done this once.”

He became more serious, his hand drifting up to cradle her face. His thumb stroked her cheek as his eyes pierced through her. “Not like this. Not the way I wanted to.”

Her expression softened. “Oh. Yeah. Guess it’s been a while for me too, then.” 

His hand slipped under the blanket, finding the crook of her knee and coaxing her to wrap her legs around him. She complied, and the trembling within her increased as he pressed closer. She could feel his hardening cock pressing against her heat, and she ground against him slightly, drawing a groan from him. Every cell in her body tingled in anticipation. Rex raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Patience,” he whispered, stroking her cheek again. “I want to take my time with you this go around.” 

He drew back, looking at her in that way that made her heart clench in her chest. He brushed a damp strand of hair out of her eyes, his fingertips lingering against her temple. Senna let her hands wander over his torso, trailing along every ripple of muscle and every raised scar. She wondered if she could map it all in her mind, memorize every inch of him in one night, just in case this was all she was allowed. 

She wanted to try. 

Rex pressed his forehead against hers, still cupping her face gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone I’ve… that…” Before he could find the words, the words that Senna couldn’t decide if she wanted to hear or was terrified of, she pulled his face down and kissed him again, wrapping her legs around him more tightly and urging him into her. Rex resisted for a moment, as if he was still going to try to get the words out, but when his cock grazed Senna’s slick folds, he surrendered, sinking into her with a groan. His eyes found her as he drew his hips back. She nodded, hoping the plea in her gaze was evident, and he pressed back into her, filling her perfectly. 

This was different from the club. So different. She could feel the warmth of his skin pressed against hers, the way his hands trailed along her body, as if he wanted to feel every inch of her. Without the urgency that had driven them earlier, she was able to note every detail: the way his fingers wove into her hair, the way his breath felt against the skin of her neck and cheek as he panted against her, the way his back grew slick with sweat with every passing second, and the way his muscles rippled under her fingertips with every thrust. He was so reverent, tracing her skin rather than desperately groping her body as other lovers had in the past. He watched every expression she made, smirking when he drew moans and gasps from her, his lips falling open when she squeezed around him. He cupped her breast, squeezing gently and grazing her nipple with his thumb, which caused her to arch into his touch once more. 

“You really like that, don’t you?” he rasped. 

“Yes. Maker, yes.” 

“What else do you like, Senna? Tell me what you want.” 

Her brain fumbled with the question. It was surely meant to be innocuous in this moment, but Maker if it wasn’t a thermal detonator dropping into the pit of her stomach. 

I want everything with you. I want to kiss you. I want to wake up next to you. I want you to look at me like that every day. 

I want you to feel what I feel. 

And I don’t want to lose everything. 

“Harder,” she managed to choke out, hoping that response would suffice. 

Rex chuckled darkly. “Yes ma’am.” 

He pressed his knees forward so that they were more underneath him, and he did as she asked. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he pressed his forehead against hers as he snapped his hips into her once more. Senna’s inner turmoil was almost immediately forgotten as Rex found a devastating place inside of her, one she was fairly certain no one else had ever touched. The force behind every thrust of his hips made the bed creak underneath them, and it wasn’t long before Senna’s gasps turned to whines. 

“Right there, Rex. Maker. Right there. Please don’t stop.”

“You gonna cum for me again, pretty girl? You gonna give me what I want?” he panted against her lips, cradling her head. 

“Yes. Please. I’m so close, Rex. So close.” 

He grunted. “I-I can feel you getting tighter around me.” His hands slipped under the curve of her ass, scooping her closer, and he ground his hips against her, driving his cock impossibly deeper. He buried his face in her neck. 

“You’re perfect. You’re so perfect, Senna. I-I… can I fill you again?” 

Heat flared in Senna’s belly. “Don’t stop, Rex. Please, fill me again.” 

His eyes darkened as he began moving again, maintaining eye contact with her as his hips slapped against her thighs. “Well, when you ask like that, how can I refuse?”

Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted as his thrusts grew sharper, punching the air from her lungs as he pushed her closer to the edge again. She could feel his eyes burning into her as her back arched and her head tipped back. She moaned loudly as Rex found the place inside of her once more, grazing it with the blunt head of his cock hard enough to make her see a galaxy’s worth of stars behind her eyelids. 

“Rex, ‘m close. I’m so close,” she whined. Her fingertips dug into his skin, scratching lightly, and that seemed to spur him on more. She could feel him beginning to shudder and his muscles tense as his thrusts grew more erratic. 

“S-Senna, I…” He was interrupted with a punctured groan as his hips stuttered, and she felt his warmth coat her walls. The sensation was enough to yank her over the cliff after him, and her muscles locked down. Her body shuddered through wave after wave of her orgasm, and when the haze finally faded, her eyes fluttered open to find Rex hovering over her, watching her carefully as he tried to catch his breath. They stared into each other’s eyes, panting for a moment before Rex leaned down and placed a kiss to her lips and then her forehead. He lowered himself against her as his softening cock slipped from inside her. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and a slick sheen of sweat shone on his skin in the room’s dim lighting. Her fingers trailed along the curve of his collar bone, resting against the scar in the middle of his chest. 

They were silent for what felt like an eternity, just watching one another. He eventually reached up, taking the hand that was tracing the scar in the middle of his chest and interlacing his fingers with hers. He slid to her side, pulling her leg over his thigh and bumping his nose against hers. She couldn’t help but smile, even though the alarm bells had begun to crescendo in her mind again. 

Just let me have this moment with him. Just this. 

She was grateful he didn’t say anything, instead just returning her smile. It was a conversation that she wasn’t ready to have, and when it happened, she wasn’t sure what she would say. But what she was certain of at this moment was that she was in love with this man, and that whatever came next, it would be the hardest decision she’d ever had to make. 

Senna drifted off to the rhythm of Rex’s soft snores, soothed by the feeling of his arms around her as her mind whirled around what to do. 

—

The first thing Rex felt in the morning was the warmth of Lothal’s sunlight on the bare skin of his back as it trickled in through their room’s solitary window. He basked in the place between sleep and approaching consciousness for a few more moments, reveling in how restful the night had been. 

Best I’ve slept in over a year. Maybe ever. No nightmares. 

But then again, there haven’t been any when I’m sleeping next to her. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the haze of sleep began to lift from his mind. 

Senna.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen that way at all. He’d intended to have a conversation with her, to tell her how he felt and explain that he understood any hesitancy that she had. But he needed to know. Dammit, he’d tried at the festival, but as always, the Empire managed to derail things. 

But then, they’d been in the club, and she’d pressed herself against him like that. 

“It’s different when you touch me.” 

And then she’d ridden him in that booth, coupled herself with him and chanted his name like a prayer, and Maker, she was even more beautiful than she’d been in any of his dreams. 

But it had been quick, a taut string snapping. He knew that much, and knew better to mistake it for anything other than that. He’d had enough hook-ups during the war to understand the difference between satisfying needs and something more. 

And that’s why he’d asked her for more in the inn, asked her to be with him again, just him. 

And she had said yes. 

He’d rarely been certain of what his future held throughout his life, having it often dictated by people that didn’t always have his best interest at heart. The autonomy he’d gained had been a massive adjustment in the past year, and while he still wasn’t certain what direction he was heading and how things would look in the next year or even the next day, he knew he wanted Senna with him. He wanted to find out what happened next. With her. 

The night before seemed like a dream. The time they’d spent wrapped up in each other in this bed had confirmed everything he’d thought he was feeling for her. It wasn’t just physical attraction and blowing off steam; he’d never felt a connection like this with anyone else. He was falling in love with her at breakneck speed, and now, he felt less eager to fight those feelings. He’d let his guard down, and it had been worth it in every way. Rex almost didn’t want to open his eyes, just on the off chance that it would all dissipate around him. But he could feel the sheets on his skin, he could feel the ache in muscles that had long gone unused. And he could still hear how his name sounded on her lips echoing in his mind. 

Rex. 

His hand drifted over the sheets to the opposite side of the bed, dipping into the divot that she’d occupied during the night. 

It was cold. 

He opened his eyes, blinking in the bright light. The bed had been mostly remade on her side. 

A soft shuffling behind him drew his attention, and he rolled over to find Senna, fully clothed and sitting on the floor, pulling on her boots. 

“Mornin’,” she said. She couldn’t meet his eyes. 

His heart fell. 

“Mornin’,” he replied, watching her carefully. 

Something in his voice must have given him away. She paused, finally looking at him. “The meet with Fisk is in an hour. Figured we should get there early enough to scout things out and make sure we know all the ins and outs.” 

He nodded, still watching her. She went back to pulling her boots on. He wet his lips. 

“Senna, I-”

She raised a hand, and he fell silent. “I know you’re going to want to talk about last night, and I can’t right now. We can’t. We both need clear heads for this, and this discussion deserves more than a few rushed minutes. Don’t you think?” 

He could follow her reasoning and even agreed with it to an extent, but something about her demeanor made him uncertain how to feel overall. 

“Sure. We can talk when we get back.” 

She nodded. “Good. Glad that’s settled then.” She tossed him his trousers from the floor. “Get dressed.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

—

“See anything?” Senna asked into her commlink, pulling her modulator mask they had salvaged on the way to the market down a little further and adjusting her hood, ensuring that nothing identifiable of her was visible. The mask completely covered her face with only a polarized, reflective viewport, an air filtration apparatus, and of course the voice modulator itself that, when activated, made her sound like a droid when she spoke.

“Not since the last time you asked me thirty seconds ago,” Rex grumbled back through the comm.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to think he’s going to be a no-show.”

“Isn’t patience one of your things?” he asked.

“I was never particularly good at that thing.” 

He grunted back through the comm, and she wondered if it had been a laugh. She hoped so. 

The walk to the market had been more tense than she’d anticipated with the gap between them both shrinking and somehow expanding at the same time. The look on Rex’s face that morning when he’d woken up nagged at her. He’d been so excited to see her when he first rolled over that she briefly considered calling the whole meet off and just crawling back into bed with him. When she'd pulled herself together and been stern, she could see his confusion, his hurt. 

She’d never meant to hurt him. 

Selfish. That’s what you are, Aven.

The rising sun had brought with it clarity and regret. She didn’t necessarily regret the sex, but the timing couldn’t have been poorer. It wasn’t how she’d wanted it to go if it was going to happen. She had wanted Rex, and she had given in without considering any other factors aside from her own desire. She hadn’t stopped to consider his feelings, the consequences of crossing that line, or the fact that she’d put Rex in danger the night before, and it wasn’t the first time. His words from her last meeting with Fisk echoed in her mind. 

"So if you’re ever in a position like that again, you fight like hell, and I will come and find you, no matter what happens next."

Even before they’d slept together, Rex had been willing to sacrifice himself to save her, to put himself in harm’s way on her account. She had to imagine it would only be worse now. It was a point to be debated, but not right before this meeting with Fisk. The conversation deserved time and consideration, something they definitely didn’t have this morning. 

At least his head seems clear. 

She just hoped that by the time they did sit down and talk, she’d have the right words for it. Right now, she felt like she was floundering still. Being with Rex had been so easy, and it had felt good. It had felt right. She was in love with him, there was hardly any denying that, and she was also pretty sure he reciprocated those feelings. It was hard to deny that being true with the way he’d looked at her, with the way he’d touched her. 

How he’s always touched you. How he’s always been with you. 

Has it been that long? 

I’m such a fool.

Hot tears stung her eyes beneath the mask. 

And now I may have ruined everything. For him. For me. For us. 

Suddenly, she spotted the flash of a uniform in the crowd, Commander Fisk’s polished rank plaque gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. “Look alive, he’s here,” she buzzed into the comm, glad the modulator covered the strain of her voice. She glanced up at the rooftop he was perched on, noting the glint of his blaster and the flash of blonde hair. His presence soothed her, knowing he was watching and had her back. There was no way for Fisk to recognize her, no reason for him to suspect it was her, but her fingers still flexed nervously in her gloves. She  quickly adjusted her cloak and hood one more time and made sure her hair was tucked within the mask before trailing a safe distance behind the commander.

Fisk wove throughout the stalls towards the designated meeting spot at the back of the market. Senna allowed several people to pass in between them, occasionally stopping at stalls and looking at wares while keeping an eye on the sweating man in his black dress uniform. Once he made it to the corner she’d specified, he stopped turning slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd. She saw his eyes pass right over her without hesitation.

You hold the upper hand. He has no idea it’s you.

“Any obvious tails?” she whispered into her comm.

“None that I can see. Just be cautious. Keep your head on a swivel,” Rex’s voice rumbled in reply.

“Roger that. I’ll leave my comm on so you can eavesdrop, so radio silence from here on out.”

“You got it.” 

She did her best not to consider the sharpness of his tone. 

Senna casually wove her way through the throng, circling behind Fisk, allowing her eyes to rove the crowd, looking for anyone that was staring at him a bit too long or looked like they didn’t belong. After a few minutes, she was satisfied and quietly walked up behind him, her back to him. 

“Afternoon, Commander Fisk. Nice to see you out and about,” her voice buzzed. She couldn’t hear it well inside the hood, but Rex had assured her the modulator made her sound unrecognizable. That didn’t stop her from holding her breath as she waited for his reply. 

He didn’t turn his head, but he peered at her from out of the corner of his eye. “It’s not like you gave me much of an option, scum.”

He definitely doesn’t know it’s you. You’re safe. 

The tension left her shoulders, replaced by a calm confidence and an urge to make the commander squirm. “Now, now, there’s no reason to start name calling. I’m here to help you out of the mess you’ve created by being a lazy Imperial. Wouldn’t want your superiors to find out you’ve been breaking protocol with your decryption disk and flaunting all sorts of other security rules. You’re a walking security breach, Fisk.”

A trail of sweat rolled down his temple, glistening in the sun. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, you told that woman about your encryption disk in the market loud enough for everyone within the system to hear you. I’m sure that’s not the only rule you’ve broken as a matter of convenience.” She chuckled to herself, unable to resist a quick taunt. “Was it worth it by the way? Was she impressed?”

He scoffed. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.”

Fisk’s temple throbbed with indignation. “What do you want?”

“Information of course.”

“Pertaining to what?”

“The massive engineering project the Empire is undertaking.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

An impatient edge crept into her voice. “Don’t play dumb, Fisk. It doesn’t suit you in this instance. Tell me about the project that’s got the Empire willing to strip Lothal of virtually all of its resources and render it nearly uninhabitable. The superweapon.”

Her comm started crackling in her pocket. She reached down to turn it off before she realized it was crackling in a very specific, rhythmic pattern. Rex didn’t have a voice mod, but he was trying to signal her of something. She turned to look at Fisk, and he was facing her now, a devilish grin sweeping across his face. 

Oh, kriff.

Suddenly, a legion of stormtroopers came charging down the street behind her, their boots clicking against the pavement. She whirled to find Fisk leveling his blaster at her. “How unfortunate,” he gloated. “It seems we’ll have to meet again another time. Perhaps an interrogation chamber this afternoon?”

As his finger clenched the trigger, Senna instinctively reached out with the Force to push his arm skyward, sending the blaster fire into the air. It was a desperate move, and to her surprise, it worked, although not as strongly as she would have liked. 

Good enough. Getting better.

Racing forward, she landed a punch to his face before grabbing his shoulders and kneeing him in the groin. He let out a satisfying yelp as he dropped to his knees and she kicked his dropped blaster away. “SEIZE HIM! SEIZE THE SPY! HE’S A JEDI!” Fisk screeched, spittle flying from his mouth as his eyes bulged. 

A little sexist with the assumption, but I guess that tracks for him, she thought as she turned and raced for cover. 

At least I know he really doesn’t suspect me now.

The building corner behind her exploded with blaster fire from the approaching stormtroopers, and she dove behind the nearest stall. Drawing the blaster Rex had given her that morning, she ran, staying low behind the stalls, aiming for the opposite corner of the market and trying to blend into the crowd. Everyone was running and screaming as the stormtroopers marched forward, taking aim at the hooded figure scrambling to get away. Unable to push through the stampede of people, Senna took refuge behind the counter of a fruit vendor’s stand.

She fumbled in her pocket, yanking her comm out. “Hey, you there? I’m in a bit of a tough spot.”

“Yes, you are. I can see you tucked down behind that stall. You’ve got a lot of company,” Rex replied. She tried to get eyes on Rex, but the second she lifted her head up above the wooden counter of the stall, the air around her erupted with plasma bolts. 

“Keep your karking head down,” Rex’s voice growled from the comm. 

“How many?” she gasped, sitting back down heavily.

“I’m estimating you’ve got a dozen inbound from the direction you came, and another two squads of about the same amount flanking you from the south and the northeast. Your best bet is to get to the western corner. I’ll make my way down there and meet you in the second alley on the right.”

“You got it. Can I get a little cover fire?” she asked as one of the fruit on the stall’s counter exploded just to her left from a blaster bolt barrage.

“Yes, ma’am.” Rex took aim with his weapon and peppered the troopers approaching her from behind. One or two fell, and the others scrambled to find cover. As they scattered, Senna stood, taking advantage of the confusion and, leveling her blaster at them, fired off several rounds in quick succession as she raced towards the exit. By now, the market had mostly cleared of everyone except the Imperials, and Senna realized they’d brought a small army to apprehend her. 

Kriff.

“Don’t stop running,” came Rex’s voice from the commlink in her hand. “Detonators incoming.” Explosions erupted behind her a few seconds later, and Senna ducked instinctively. The air around her filled with smoke and dust, and her ears were ringing slightly from the blasts.

“Thanks for the heads up,” she muttered into the comm.

“Less sass, more running.”

The western corner still had a pretty good crowd, and they weren’t getting out of Senna’s way fast enough. She slammed into bypasser after bypasser, trying to duck low. Suddenly, the street opened up and she was dumped into an intersection. She whirled frantically, trying to search the street for the rendezvous point Rex had indicated. 

Did I miss the alley?

Turning around, she finally caught sight of the alley, and she swore under her breath when saw that the stormtroopers had already advanced beyond it, blocking her from it. However, they too were struggling to get through the crowd, and she imagined her brown cloak made her a hard target to pick out in the masses. Pulling out her comm, she flicked on the button, voice modulator still buzzing. “I missed the rendezvous.”

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the link. “Of course you did. Where are you now?”

“In some sort of major intersection. I think –” 

A blaster bolt struck her directly in her abdomen before she could finish her thought, knocking the wind from her. 

Senna had never been shot before, but it was about what she expected: a radiating burst of the worst pain she’d ever felt, a burning sensation and smell, a strong force that knocked her off balance. Her mind screamed and her vision blurred slightly as she fell forward onto her hands, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd around her. She struggled to breathe, unable to scream from the flaring pain originating in her stomach, and her limbs trembled beneath her. 

Rex. Please don’t find me, she thought. 

Just run. 

I’m sorry.

She collapsed to the ground, grasping at her side and gasping for breath. The pain was immense, numbing her senses as she felt where the blaster bolt had burned into her body. Her mind only caught glimpses of what was around her as she tried to get her bearings. 

A purple skirt fluttering over running boots, a child’s doll abandoned in the dirt, familiar brown eyes that were Rex’s and weren’t, disappearing in a flash of fading blue. 

She blinked in confusion.

Blaster. Where’s your blaster?

She clawed at her weapon in the dirt, finally grabbing it and whipping it around to fire at her pursuers. The stormtroopers were advancing slowly from about twenty meters away, and she managed to land a hit on the one furthest forward. If she was going down, she would take a few with them. But they never retaliated.

Why aren’t they firing back? I’m on the ground? Why…

The reasoning slammed into her with alarming clarity.

They…they want me alive.

Her mind raced in terror, flooded with images of an interrogation room, of a captured Rex in binders, of Fisk’s triumphant grin. 

No.

I have to get up. I have to get up. GET UP. 

She noticed several of the stormtroopers had held back and were scanning the crowd. 

They know I’m not alone. They’re trying to draw him out. I have to get out of here. 

GET UP. YOU HAVE TO GO.

Muttering every curse she knew, she pushed herself up with one hand and stumbled unsteadily towards the opposite direction, the pain blinding her. Another volley of blaster bolts hit the dirt at her feet, narrowly missing her. 

Run. RUN. 

She tripped over her own dragging toes, falling to the ground again. Suddenly, two smoke grenades rolled to a stop meters in front of her, releasing their gas and obscuring her from view. She heard the stormtroopers shout in alarm and another volley of shots cut through the smoke over her head. She scrambled forward and abruptly found herself in the crowd on the opposite side of the intersection. A flash of dark brown cut through the sea of panicked people and suddenly a large hand grabbed her arm, pulling her further into the throng.

“CAN YOU RUN?” Rex shouted over the din of the panicked mob. He had a scarf pulled over the bottom of his face, hiding his nose and mouth, but there was urgency in his eyes, and something else that Senna had never seen before from him; he was afraid.

The pain in her side was causing her body to unload adrenaline in her system, and suddenly she was awake in the chaos. She nodded, hissing as she clasped her hand over the burn mark in her tunic, pressing against the blaster wound. They raced through the crowd, Rex’s arm wrapped around her waist, fingers digging into her belt to hold her up. 

“Keep your head down!”

They raced along the edge of the buildings lining the street, blaster fire echoing over their heads as the advancing soldiers tried to clear the crowd to search for their quarry. Quickly, Rex pulled her down a series of alleyways, weaving in between dwellings and ducking through archways until they were halfway down a dark passage and the sound of the mayhem had faded slightly behind them. He tucked her behind a stack of empty crates, leaning her against an exterior wall.

“Stay here.”

She ripped off her modulator mask, gasping loudly. “Does it look like I’m going anywhere?”

He ignored the comment, heading back the way they’d come with long strides, blaster tucked against his side with his finger on the trigger. Senna waited for several minutes, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible behind the crates, listening to the commotion she assumed was their pursuers fading further into the distance. Her fear of being vulnerable almost numbed the throbbing pain coming from the blaster wound.

After what felt like an eternity, Rex returned, pulling down his face cover. “They’re a good distance off and headed in the opposite direction of us, but they’re organizing sweeps of the district. We have to get moving.” He looked down at her shaking hand pressing into her abdomen, a small trickle of blood seeping through her fingers. “Alright, let’s see it,” he whispered, crouching down in front of her.

She gasped as he peeled her hand away, revealing the nearly perfectly circular hole in her clothing. His fingers found the edge of her tunic, and his eyes met hers, asking permission. She nodded at him, and he gently pulled the fabric up to reveal the injury. She gasped in pain as some of the fibers from her tunic that had been fused into the cauterization of the wound pulled at her damaged skin, and he pressed his forehead to hers, quietly shushing her. 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Pulling a small light from his belt, he illuminated the small space to try and get a better look. She felt her body tingle as she stared at the decent-sized hole in her abdomen. He noted her shock.

“What, have you never been shot before?” he tried to tease, but she could see the concern etched into his features and how hard he swallowed.

“You know, the idea was to not get shot,” she muttered through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah, well not all of us succeeded at that,” he replied. “I didn’t get that scar in the middle of my chest playing bolo-ball.” He clicked off the light and dug through his hip pouch. “I’m afraid I didn’t bring much in terms of first aid, so you’ll have to make do with a bacta patch until we can get back. The good news is it appears mostly cauterized with minimal bleeding, and I don’t think it hit anything critical.”

“I gotta tell you, Rex, when it hit me, and you say it didn’t hit anything critical, that kind of hurts,” she joked.

Taking a sterilization pad from his pouch, he looked up at her sympathetically. “Unfortunately, I think this is going to hurt worse,” and without any additional warning, he pressed it against the wound. Senna squirmed back against the wall, a quiet curse erupting from her while she bit back a yelp, but he held her still, leaning against her and pressing his forehead against hers once more, whispering apologies. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingers into the fabric of his cloak as he tried as gently as he could to clean the damage.

“I really don’t like you right now,” she hissed in his ear. 

“Understandable. Hang on, we’re almost done.”

He leaned back as he unwrapped a bacta patch and looked at her. She could feel the tear stains running down her dust-covered cheeks, but she sniffled defiantly as he leaned forward to place the patch. 

“This should feel better than the disinfectant,” he tried to reassure her.

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I –“ he pressed the patch on without preamble, the pressure making her curse one more time.

She leaned back against the wall, gently banging the back of her head against it and pounding her first into the dirt until the pain finally dulled to a throbbing ache. Some of the tension in her shoulders eased, and she suddenly felt exhausted. 

It’s too much. All too much. 

Rex gave her a few more minutes to recover as he kept an eye on the opposite end of the passage.

“Can you walk upright?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You can’t look hurt.”

“I know, Rex,” she snapped, finally hitting her limit. 

He eyed her before tossing her a new tunic. “Put this on. Your shirt’s got a pretty obvious burn mark and plenty of blood on it.”

“Where did you even get this?”

“Found someone’s laundry line when I doubled back to make sure we’d lost them.”

She huffed a laugh. “You know, you might just be smarter than you look.”

His mouth tugged into a flash of a smirk before he schooled his expression back to stoicism. “Just put it on. We’re not out of this yet,” he muttered, turning his back to give her some privacy.

A snarky comment about how he’d already seen her naked died in her throat. 

Not the time. 

After several seconds of grunting and swearing Senna managed to wriggle into the tunic, tapping Rex on the shoulder. “Well, this might be as good as it gets.” The garment was a little large on her, but it at least didn’t press against the bacta patch quite so much. 

He took her cheeks in his hands and did his best to wipe away the tear stains and dust as she pulled her cloak back around her shoulders. She ignored the tenderness of the gesture and tried not to overthink it. Using her ruined shirt, she attempted to clean as much of the blood off of her hands as she could.

“Alright, are you ready? We’re going to have to move quickly,” he rasped, his eyes searching hers. 

She nodded, and he handed her a scarf to cover her face, pulling his own back up as well. The two of them crept back out of the alley and walked into the street, pulling their hoods low and blending into the crowd. Instinctively, their hands found each other as they stuck to each other’s sides. 

—

They made it back to the inn just as the sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon. Senna managed to remain upright and keep the façade of being perfectly fine intact until they got to their room. Quickly, Rex helped her inside and shut the door behind them. 

“Would it be better to sit up or lie down?” he asked.

“I think just put me on the bed and I’ll figure it out,” she grimaced. He quickly guided her over to the edge of the mattress and allowed her to sit, helping her peel her cloak off. She did her best not to think about what they’d done in that bed the night before. “I think laying down is going to be the way to go,” she conceded after a few minutes.

“Alright, lay across it width-wise,” Rex instructed. “I should be able to get at it better that way anyway.” He dug through his kit for medical supplies before dragging a chair to the edge of the bed. Senna tipped back on her elbows, pulling the stolen tunic up and peeling off the bacta patch with a grunt of discomfort. 

Rex was quiet as he gave her an injection to numb the pain, working quickly and carefully to flush the wound to clean it better. Once he had ensured that the clotting hadn’t trapped any foreign substances, he replaced the bacta patch with a more potent one designed specifically for blaster wounds. 

Laying there, watching him work, Senna couldn’t help but notice the furrows in Rex’s brow were even more prominent than usual, and she remembered the fear in his eyes when he had grabbed her. Sitting up gingerly once he went to dispose of the used supplies in the waste bin by the window, she pulled her shirt back down to cover the bandage, gently testing her mobility by twisting and turning a bit. Her eyes fell to where he stood, his back to her as he stared out the window. His hands were trembling at his sides. 

She still wasn’t ready for the conversation she could sense barrelling towards her, but she’d made her decision. 

You owe him that much.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned her elbows onto her knees. 

“You should have left me there.” 

A poor opening statement, but she hadn’t had time to think of a better one. Rex turned to look at her, the furrow between his brows deepening. 

“Most people would start with ‘thanks for saving my life,’ but I suppose you’ve never been someone to do things the normal way.” 

Anger flared within her. “You could have been captured. This entire trip was allowed on the premise that we wouldn’t get captured.” 

“So I was supposed to just let you be the one to get captured then?” His voice had dropped to a familiar gravelly octave, one that she’d only ever heard on Empire Day. “I told you I wouldn’t let that happen.” 

What right does he have to be angry?  

“Rex –”

“You don’t understand,” he interrupted. “You…you went down so hard and you didn’t move. I thought…I thought I’d lost you.” He was barely keeping his emotions at bay, his voice softening slightly. “I can’t…I can’t lose you, Senna.” 

“Losing people is part of war,” she countered sharply, trying not to let herself crumble. “We’re still fighting. It’s always a possibility.”

He shook his head firmly, and she grew silent again. “Not. You. I won’t lose you,” he rasped quietly.

She opened her mouth, searching for words, and then Rex’s comm buzzed. She gingerly pushed herself to a standing position, slowly walking towards the desk where it rested, but he grabbed her wrist firmly as she tried to pass him.

“Leave it,” he said quietly. He stepped closer to her, clasping her hands in his tightly. “I don’t want to fight with you right now,” he whispered. “Senna, I need to tell you something.”

Her breath hitched at his touch, and she felt tears spring to her eyes unbidden. She knew what he wanted to say. And she knew she had to stop it from happening. 

“Rex, we can’t,” she whispered.

His head snapped up and his eyes met hers. The hurt in his warm, brown irises gutted her.

“What? But last night –”

“Was a mistake, Rex.” She hoped she sounded firm, even if she didn’t completely believe it to be true.

You love him. 

But you can’t do this to him.  

The pain in his eyes almost killed her resolve. She’d never wanted to hurt him. That was the last thing she wanted. But that was all she would do, together or apart, physically or emotionally. 

Better to stop it before it starts. 

“I don’t believe you,” he rasped. “I see how you look at me, Senna. How you were with me. Please.”

“We CAN’T,” she said with all of the force and firmness she could muster. 

“We could. We could be-“ he tried again, but Senna charged forward, cutting him off again. 

“Be what, Rex? Liabilities to one another?” she sighed, desperately trying to keep her voice from cracking. 

How does he not see? With all that strategic ingenuity and wit, how can he not see how this ends?

“Do you think that we aren’t already?”

Frustration overtook her, and she stalked away from him, pacing at the opposite end of the room. “It will only get worse, no matter which direction this goes. Either we become closer and the missions become more dangerous, and we wind up making bad calls to keep one another safe, or we grow apart and can no longer rely on each other. We have to not change things. This is working right now, as it is. We have to do this.”

“What if we don’t want to?”

She laughed incredulously. “What we want doesn’t matter.”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t,” she snapped. “Not in the grand scheme of things. We are working for something so much bigger than ourselves, Rex, and lives depend on us. You know that. If you wanted to live out your fantasy life with a wife and kids on your farm, you should have walked away after the war ended. You should have run off to some outer rim world and hunkered down there. I can’t give you that life. We don’t have that option now.”

He scoffed. “So that’s it then. We choose to do this, put our lives on the line and stand up for what’s right, and you think we don’t deserve happiness because of that? If anything, I’d say we’re more deserving of it.” He scrubbed his hands over his hair. “Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me you don’t feel the same way that I do, Senna?”

He knows you. 

She jutted her chin out defiantly, clenching her fists so hard she was certain she’d have bloody crescents where her fingernails dug into her palms. Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze. “I don’t feel the same way, Rex. I don’t feel that we can do this and have those sorts of attachments.”

The word landed the way she’d hoped. She knew it would. It didn’t make it hurt any less. 

“How very Jedi of you,” he replied darkly. “Tossing out the attachment rule when it best suits you.” 

She tried to keep her gaze and tone level. “I’m trying to keep you…keep us alive. I can’t love you and do my job.”

“So, you love me then.”

Fuck.

Anger and frustration flared within her. Anger at her accidental admission, anger that she couldn’t be with him, and anger that he couldn’t understand why. 

“Why don’t you tell me since you seem to have all of this figured out, Captain?” she snarled. “Since you seem to know exactly what I want.” 

In a move her addled brain could have never accounted for, Rex walked swiftly across the room to where she was pacing, slipped his fingers into her hair and kissed her. Senna’s breath caught in her throat along with every retort she’d been preparing to sling at him. The familiarity of his lips on hers and the way his hands cradled her face finally pulled the tears from her eyes, and they streamed down her cheeks. 

You love him. Fuck, you love him. 

Rex pulled away first, resting his forehead against hers and stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. “I would never presume to tell you what you want, Senna. But I need to hear you tell me again that you don’t want this. Tell me again and mean it.”

The tears wouldn’t stop coming as Senna’s hands slipped around his wrists. “Rex, I…we…I just can’t. Please don’t ask this of me.” With that, she shoved past him into the refresher. He let her go, the door sliding shut behind her.

Senna managed to wait until the door completely closed before she leaned back against it, slowly sinking to the floor. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing as quietly as she could.

Of course she wanted him. She’d been in love with him for longer than she cared to think about and had just refused to acknowledge it. How could she, knowing the task they had ahead of them and what it would mean for both of them? If they were discovered by leadership, what would that mean? Expulsion from the rebellion? Because how could anyone count on two romantically involved people to be objective, to keep their eyes on the prize? And even if no one found out, how could she allow it to happen, especially after today? After last night? After the night with Fisk? 

He’ll always put you first. He’ll always risk everything for you. 

And I can’t allow that. Even if I love him. And even if he loves me. 

There was a soft knock at the door, and she straightened up, frantically wiping the tears on her face away and clearing her throat. “Yeah?”

“That was Organa. Word’s out about the incident in the market.”

Fuck. Already made it to the Senate. She closed her eyes. Fuck. 

“They’re still searching that district, but it sounds like the search will expand within the next few hours,” Rex continued. “We need to get a transport out of here before they lock down the ports. We are to return to our dwelling and await further instruction.” His voice was back to the stern tone that he’d used when they first met. It broke her heart.

“Understood. I can have everything packed in half an hour.”

She heard him stand outside the door for a few more seconds, and with a deep sigh, walk away, the main door to their room sliding open and shut. She took one more deep breath, and then got to her feet to begin preparing for the return journey.

She caught her own reddened, tear-filled eyes in the mirror. 

This is right. For both of us. Even if he can’t see it yet. And even if I can’t. 

Wiping at her cheeks, she squared her shoulders. 

This is how it has to be.

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[clare-with-no-i]

Hello I totally agree with your explanation of “Deddies” and I love it so much. Can I SOLICIT a director’s cut for back to the old house? (If you feel like it!)

kelsey omg! pls you know I am always one to chitchat about my fics (I am narcissistic). thank you for asking! the entire time I was writing I kept thinking CHANNEL KELSEY CHANNEL KELSEY CHANNEL KELSEY so I hope this connects with you! I knew from the get-go that I wanted to write you something Order-era, because I know you enjoy those stories :) I also knew it was going to be a little angsty, a little contentious between James and Lily. there had to be some distance between them to create conflict. and you said you liked canon divergent! so!

The new recruits don’t know that the potions closet has a spring-loaded trap fashioned onto the doorknob.

the first sentence is actually one of the most important of the whole fic. I wanted to try and set up a few things right off the bat: first, that there's a new group of people entering the scene who are important to the story. second, that the narrator (shortly, you'll find out, it's James) is in a position of authority over them, and is intimately familiar with the setting. third, there's going to be some interaction between wizarding concepts (the potions closet) and muggle technology (spring-loaded trap on the doorknob).

essentially, this one sentence captures the essence of the entire plot: a new recruit (lily) not knowing that muggle tech is going to be key to an Order operation which James is running. I rewrote this sentence a few times, and once I landed on it, I ended up writing a lot of the story around it.

When he was little, before he mastered any sort of magic, he used to bandage the broken wings of birds he’d find in the back garden, gauze nicked from the muggle-junk cabinets his mum kept, fumbling fingers dumping alcohol wherever he saw blood. One of the housekeepers told him that he might just be prolonging their suffering instead of helping them like he thought. He was too young to understand what she meant, or maybe too headstrong to care about anything past what he thought was right. He would always release them, but now that he thinks about it: did any of them ever fly?

another passage I found really important. James has a bloated sense of responsibility in this story, which is something I usually write him with across all of my stories, especially in canon. we see him agonizing over whether he's coddling these new recruits too much, almost to the point of being neurotic about it. he's an unreliable narrator, as we'll learn: he wants to blame himself for things, or try and fix things over which he has no purview. here, he's getting upset with himself for trying to help animals as a child. like, hello? lmao

The eyes he meets when he looks in front of him are Lily Evans Green — she has a patented shade, or at least, he’s always thought of them that way, somewhere between hunter and sea — and narrow. The last time he saw her was at Leaver’s Ball. She’d been a wisp, a moment, an apparition between bodies in ornate robes and gowns. He doesn’t jolt, but he knows from a sudden crick in his neck that he doesn’t stay still, either.

the "he doesn't jolt" sentence is another favorite primarily because we're pretty sure he did actually jolt. you don't just end up with a crick in your neck from barely moving. but it's so fun to see him downplay his reaction to seeing Lily (at least it was for me), and that was part of the reason why I tried to indicate across the story that she sort of knew that he had feelings for her, at least at some point in their lives. he's way more transparent than he admits.

She mumbles a quiet thank you in cadence with the rest of the lot, as though they’re really strangers, as though he’s just a tour guide and she’s not at all surprised to see him, as though she doesn’t care at all that he’s in front of her, except the tips of her shoes point at him for a few delayed seconds, long after the others have walked away. One of her socked ankles fidgets.

I pulled from one of my favorite new girl episodes for this haha. the 'a man's feet point toward what he wants' thing with nick and jess is so cartoonishly stupid but just the right amount of delusional that it felt really authentic to have him fixate on it. especially now that she's given him this bodily reaction of fucking his head, where before he was speaking above his audience. it also gives us a little distance from lily, again: we don't know if she's looking at him or not, or what her expression might be.

A glass bottle full of brown hydrangeas wobbles. The label’s been ripped off, but it was Firewhisky before it housed dead things, and its wide, stained edges keep it from tipping over.

another important sentence here is the firewhisky bottle line, which I've talked about a bit before. the central motif of the story is vessels: houses, primarily, as this all takes place in this house-turned-headquarters, but also bottles — for potions, for alcohol — and to me, in this moment, the firewhisky bottle was just a gigantic metaphor for the entire Order of the Phoenix. all of the Order members had identities before they became soldiers cloistered in this house, and it's those little indicia of their past selves ("wide, stained edges" from holding firewhisky) that keep them from collapsing entirely. James's resilience and humanity; Sirius's humor and fighting spirit; Lily's cleverness and kindness. I promise I actually thought about that as I wrote it and am not just now doing a close reading hahaha

“Hang on.” Inexplicably, James holds his hand up to stop him. The scrolls crinkle as Jeremy clutches them back against his chest as though looking for a threat James has identified. Instead, James elaborates, haltingly, “You’re—uh. You’re going to take up the whole dining table with that.”

it was important to me that this moment was ambiguous in meaning: whether James was trying to keep the plans a secret or whether this was just him reverting to a schoolboy crush by forcing Jeremy to keep the maps in his hands so that Lily has a place to sit with her tea. could be either or both :)

He gets up, suddenly and almost entirely against his will, thinking of the way her lips flattened and unfurled as she whispered, magnets, magnets.

he just wants to be around her! this is the thoughtless beauty of liking someone — you just want to be around them all the time, right? you want to stick to them like, pardon the obvious reference, a magnet.

“You can’t tell me that we weren’t…I thought we were starting to get close in sixth year, is all.” To say that he has a physical reaction to this wouldn’t be inaccurate, but just as well, he’s the longest-serving member of the Order currently living in this house, and he has spent years learning the art of avoiding disarmament.

this is a turning point for a number of reasons: we finally get an insight into how Lily feels, and we James refuse to process it and instead just make immediate reference to his work in the Order, something about which he is confident and assured. I had to find a good enough reason for them not to be together or even really be on speaking terms, and the only catalyst I could think of was to have this big, destabilizing event (James's parents' deaths) really personalize the war for him earlier than it might have done in canon. of course, we know that he would have joined either way just because it was the right thing to do — and so does Lily — but I tried to give the impression that he's not sure, and it's a point of insecurity for him. it was also important that I get across the "oh my god he was just a kid!!!" perspective here from Lily as a proxy for the reader. because now that I've altered the timeline of canon, we presumably won't have that happening with Harry; it's all been transferred to James.

There is an acute sensation which James has experienced only in this room, in the last six months, of realizing that being beholden to a movement and a person are two very different things.

the moment with Dumbledore in his office is where we get a little bit more information about what's going on, albeit in these distorted/fractured formats. Remus is doing work that requires him to be away from his friends; it's at Dumbledore's behest; the mission that we later learn involves Sirius, Marlene, Fabian, and Gideon living undercover in Malfoy Manor has been going on for roughly six months.

“I just think I’m better suited in the field,” one person says. “I can’t be stuck here mixing herbs all day.” “I know. You’d think they’d ask us instead of us having to ask them. I mean, were we recruited to pass out flyers?” “Or fold the clothes they left in the closets.” “Bloody hell.”

another little easter egg here, which connects to something in the first scene! we know that there are four empty rooms in the house. we now know that there are clothes left in the closets in them. we don't know where Sirius is, or why James has this undercurrent of panic beneath his internal narration, but at this point hopefully the pieces started to come together.

When he leaves the lab, he shakes out his overwarm hands, watching the crescent imprint of a fingernail disappear from his palm.

this was my 2005 pride and prejudice hand-flexing-scene moment, in all candor

“You don’t want to be healing me,” he posits, slurring his words a little. “I don’t want you to be hurt,” she replies in her top pupil voice.

I felt pretty comfortable giving Lily the more blunt-force romantic lines here because of the setting and because of how completely frazzled I make James in her presence. we see her have her moment of reckoning earlier, when she's out smoking, basically putting it all together that he didn't just stop liking her in sixth year — he had this massive traumatic event that he didn't even think he could tell anyone, and he had Dumbledore pulling strings in the background to get him to fight for the Order. so, coupled with how blatantly clumsy he acts around her (despite him thinking otherwise) and how often he seeks her out, it would be pretty easy to surmise that he still has residual feelings for her. but, again, we're not getting the full story from him, and she doesn't know what's going on with the mission, so I hoped to create this sense that she couldn't really discuss their relationship until all of his cards were on the table.

Her eyes stay closed for a good few seconds. He can’t tell if he’s fantasizing or reading her expression correctly when he thinks that she’s sitting in the moment, luxuriating in it. He feels at once completely in himself: in this twenty-year-old version, learning what it’s like to have something and let it have you in return. The leaves of a nearby tree cut through the sunlight and splotch their bodies with shade. The wards are down, for just a little while.

after they finally kiss (!), it was important to me that we see him actually start to believe that they're as close as he wishes they would be. he's starting to trust in the face-value reality in front of him: that she's just sitting in this moment, entirely comfortable with where they are, and with him. hopefully the buildup here has been sufficient, but I thought it was a poetic sort of resolve here, that he's been able to fulfill this wish that he's had since he was sixteen, this age where he became stunted in his emotional growth because he was adopted into this grassroots war effort.

earlier in the story I refer to him as a "time-turner body," because he has this incredibly curious, contradictory relationship between certain parts of his identity. he's grown up faster than his peers in that he's become a senior member of the Order after fighting for four years. he became an orphan at sixteen but was taken under Dumbledore's wing. he has this unrealized teenage crush which he has been forced to confront after she becomes a soldier. he's been run ragged by worry and by fear as his friends take on these roles that he can't help with. so here, finally, he's at peace with his twenty-year-old self: his friends are all in one place, he's gotten to fulfill this one-who-got-away romance from his teenage years after getting to know her as an adult.

finally: the wards were my other big motif, essentially just giving visual representation for how trapped James feels by his environment. we know that someone had to "let Lupin in" from the previous scene, AKA take down the anti-apparition wards, and now they're down until the mission is over. finally, he sees into the outside world, a world not limited to this house and this war.

woohoo! thank you to any and all who read this absolute phd thesis. my god. kelsey as per usual you are too kind to ask me for these things and I appreciate you!! and another HUGE shoutout to Hafsa for organizing this wonderful wonderful event!

[bookinit02]

s5 script info/faq

hi guys! in exactly a week, i'm going to start posting my original stranger things s5 script. here's a general info/faq post for easy reference :)

about the script:

what: this script is designed to be a culmination of my ongoing rewrite series, which is a fanfic version of each season of stranger things, written through the lens of alternating byler pov. since season 5 hasn't released yet, and we've still got a ways to go, i decided to write an original script to base my last installment off of. the script will be 10 episodes, at about 60 pages each, and serve as a companion to my season 5 fic.

where: script episodes will be posted here on my tumblr, and be linked to a pinned post (which will go up in a few minutes). fic chapters will be posted on my ao3, as usual.

when: currently, i'm planning to have at least one post a week: the script episode will release on a sunday, and then the two accompanying chapters on the next two fridays. so, for example, the first few releases will look like this: script 1 on sunday 9/3, chapter 1 on friday 9/8, and chapter 2 on friday 9/15. this gives you about a week to read each new post! of course, you can read however you'd like: script first, or fic first, depending on your preference. i decided to post the scripts first to try and mimic the rest of the rewrite experience: "watching" the show, then reading the fic. if there's any schedule delays due to typical life stuff, i'll let you guys know!

frequently asked questions:

will the script cover every plotline?: yep! with 60 pages per episode, there's a bit of time dedicated to every character, as much as i can feasibly manage. of course, this means that the script will be less byler-focused than the fic series has been (but still more than the original show, lol). but not to worry—the fic companion will add extra scenes and plenty of byler content. this also means that some of the plots will only be accessible through the script, as the fic is entirely from byler pov. but it's still up to you whether you would like to read or not!

will there be any character deaths?: i'm going to answer this right now: there will be no character deaths. i want the script to be realistic, but it's also my version, and i always try to give my characters happy endings :) this doesn't mean that there won't be some close calls, though. we'll have to see. :)

will there be a playlist?: yes! i've spent some time testing out playlists for the first two episodes, and they're both fully completed. they'll be linked along with the script, along with a timing guide for anyone (like me) who likes being insane about the details. playlists are always tricky because everyone reads at different speeds, so i've written out which scenes go with each song, and you can skip along as needed. if you prefer not to listen with music, of course you don't have to—though i will say that most songs are just soundtrack instrumentals to set the mood :) it might be a little finicky, so i'm sorry in advance! i'll always try to perfect them as much as possible before posting.

will you do another rewrite after s5 releases?: currently, i'm planning on it. of course, we have no idea how much longer it's going to take, or what exactly will happen in canon (or in life), but if i'm in a place to write fic, then yes! i'll do a typical rewrite and add it to the end of my series, so you guys can have your choice of endings :)

how do we leave comments?: if you want to leave a comment on the script, i'm happy to receive them in asks, messages, or post comments! you can also leave them on the fic chapters if you'd like. edit 9/1: you should be able to leave comments in the google doc! be mindful of what account you are using, as these comments will be public. for a more comprehensive comment policy, click here.

do i have to read the rest of the rewrite series first?: reading the rest of the rewrite isn't necessary, but it is a good idea. i know it's a lot to read, so don't feel pressured, just know that some things might not make as much sense without the prior context! my rewrite series is pretty canon-compliant, but a lot of relationship dynamics are developed in a very specific way, and we pick up right where we left off at the end of a new place to be from. so, essentially: no, but you'll probably want to.

do i have to read the script?: definitely not. if you prefer to just read the fic, you absolutely can! it'll make sense on its own, you might just miss out on some of the extra plotlines and context.

that's about all i can think of for now—if you have any questions that weren't answered in this post, please send me an ask and i'll edit this post to include your question! i've been working on this project for a few months now, and i'm really excited to share it with you guys :) thank you all for giving it a shot! see you next sunday <3

[iuteamstarcandy]

[INTERVIEW] 230922 IU in Elle Korea Oct Issue (Part 1 of 2)

Q : You are full of good news for your upcoming 15th debut anniversary which will take place on September 18. Starting from the media art exhibition, you also had your “IU Concert: The Golden Hour” film premiere and now the fan concert which will be held for 2 days at KSPO Dome.

I have been really busy. Since there is not even a day for me to rest in September, I have been wondering whether I will be able to prepare the fan concert well or if I should delay the fan concert, but in the end, it will be the most fun if we celebrate the debut anniversary during the debut anniversary. It is a little bit too much, but I am doing my best to prepare for it.

Q : I think the meeting between Elle and IU which takes place today can also be a present for people who love you.

That’s true. Especially since I can show my new side whenever I have a photoshoot with Gucci. I hope that throughout September my fans will find it as a gift.

Q : You uploaded on your SNS, “Fan Concert? Although it’s my first time (doing this), I have a feeling that this is my expertise”. After preparing for it, do you think so?

Because of my “You Have Done Well” filming, I have to go back and forth between Andong, Jeju and Yeoncheon. Whenever I get to Seoul, I practise for the choreography and the ensemble, and it is really tiring? But when the practice session started, it became like a festival (laughs). We picked less popular songs that we ourselves like, boldly rearranged those songs that seemed like fans would probably have listened to a lot before and it is has been really fun while preparing for the fan concert.

Q : The fan concert was sold out during the pre-sale for fanclub members. You are an artist who is ahead of taking countermeasures to prevent organized ticket reselling or scalpers from reselling tickets for a premium. Is it a characteristic of yours that you need to solve a problem whenever it happens?

Although it will not be eradicated just because I step forward on this issue, I still think it's important to show my willingness to do something about it. As a result, we worked together with other companies to come up with some good ideas to deal with this.

(TL note: If you report a scalper and Edam Ent investigates and finds evidence that the person is indeed reselling the ticket, then Edam Ent will give you the ticket instead as a prize. If you already have a ticket to IU’s concert, then you receive an unreleased IU photocard instead as a prize.)

Q : During the media exhibition “Moment,” last summer, which was held to celebrate your 15th debut anniversary, you released a little bit of the guide recording version of your popular songs, like “Through The Night” and “Palette”. Is there any reason for that?

If I am able to record the guide version, I will usually record it by myself. Through this process, I have great affection for the song, because you can improve your song interpretation skills or your knowledge about music. After all, music is about discovering really good moments even if they are raw and sloppy. I thought it would be nice to show the guide recordings which I have collected and listened to by myself all this time, so I picked a few of them. I also thought it would be nice if I let people listen to just a teeny bit of the song that I prepared for my new album, so I also revealed the unreleased song. I am proud of the fact that everyone got really excited about it.

Q : You also created “Uaena’s Room” for the exhibition while thinking about your fans. To IU, what kind of a person is Uaena?

I have shown everyone a few times my ‘storage place’ where I collected all the items that I cherish. I re-created the storage place at the exhibition and then made “Uaena’s Room” which looks like a mirror image of it, as if this is a décalcomanie. It started with the idea that I think Uaena are people who are very similar to me. I don’t know what kind of life each Uaena has, but I feel that I know the attitude and focus that a person has when you like someone and how soft your heart becomes in that moment.

Q: It’s already been 2 years since you released <Pieces> at the end of your 20s. In the album introduction, you wrote ‘the pieces in between my 20s that I didn’t bother to take out’ and included 5 songs right? Which piece do you think is the odd one out?

Even when I was recording “Drama” which I wrote when I was 20, I worked on it while thinking, “Ah, I can’t make my voice sound like this anymore. If I do it now, it seems like I’m just pretending.” Yet, on the other hand, I’m not someone who changes much as a person. I also feel that the parts of me that are immature and lacking will not dramatically become more impressive (laughs).

Q: Do you feel pressured about releasing your new album?

During the course of preparing for this album, there was a point when I did a 180 degree u-turn. Having released albums one after another without any hiatus so far, this time I have not released my own album for about 2 years, so I think during this period of time, the direction of my thoughts has changed a lot. Now that my songs are taking shape one by one, I think 2 years passed by rather slowly (TL note: meaning 2 years has been a long time). I feel like I’m rich because I like how the songs turned out. I’m talking about my ambition here. I think this is a good time for me to say such things.

Q: You’re the idol of idols too. There are many KPOP artists who covered your songs, bought your merchandise and shared their concert reviews with their fans. Why do you think you have received so much love?

Staying faithful to music is something that I take pride in. I think it could be the closeness and happiness they feel towards someone they have been watching for a long time. As someone in the same industry, perhaps it’s the feeling of wanting to cheer on a senior who has been doing this for a long time. I’ll do my best to repay them with my gratitude when the moment comes.

Translated by IUteamstarcandy

Magazine source: JongHeon_IU0516

[mrsaguapapi]

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Chapter 17

Team-Up

The Vibe:

James Blake - Retrograde

I was on the ground in Namor's arms when I came to. He is holding me tight and his head is resting on my chest; I hear him whispering something under his breath and I think he may be crying, "What's the matter, my love?"

He looks up at me startled, eyes red and cheeks tear-stained, "Oh thank the gods" He says dropping his back on my chest in relief, "I went too far, you fainted. I'm so sorry Millaenyia"

"You didn't go too far" I softly laugh, "I liked every bit of it; I would and could have stopped you if it was too much. Namor baby, Look at me" he groans in my chest "K'uk'ulkan"  he finally looks at me with his sad eyes, "I am fine I swear," I say playing with his hair

"Are you sure?"

"Positive" I smile attempting to get up, "Besides," I pause as Namor helps me stand on my feet, "I wanna do all of that" I gesture to the window "Again and again, and again, and ag-"

"You are insatiable" he finally laughs and relaxes, "I thought I hurt you," He says scooping me up and placing me on the bed, "We should sleep"

"I don't want to sleep," I say playing with his V-line, "I want more" I then leave a kiss along his V-line

"Stop," he says lifting my chin, "You need rest"

"I need you" I respond practically begging,  "I'll be okay, I promise. You just have to be gentle this time" I pull Namor in, hugging him and resting my chin on his abs as I look up at him "Pleaseee"

Breathing in and letting out a large sigh, he places his hand on my cheek and I lean into his touch, "How can I say no when you look at me like that?" I giggle and shrug at him, "Lie down" he says to me jokingly rolling his eyes.

I crawl into the middle of the bed and lie back making myself comfortable.

Hehe I'm such a pillow princess

Namor climbs into bed and kneels in front of me; He slowly and tenderly parts my legs and throws one over his shoulder as he dips down and begins to shower my thighs with kisses.  Slowly he makes his way to my clit lightly sucking and flicking me with his tongue, causing ripples of sensation to flow through my body.  Namor finds a nice steady rhythm playing with my clit and occasionally dips his tongue inside me stirring up a fire within me.  I reach down and grab his hair holding him in place as I grind back making myself comfortable.

It's not enough

I roughly pull his hair lifting him from my pussy so he could look at me; his eyes were glazed over and dark, "I want you" I call to him.  Namor takes one last taste of my sweet juices and crawls up to me leaving kisses all over my body before he makes it to my face.

"Are you okay?" He asks looking into my eyes

I smile and nod yes, taking his dick in my hands and guiding him inside me; He takes the hint and slowly enters me until he bottoms out. I close my eyes allowing myself to fully enjoy the feeling of him inside me, "Look at me" Namor says to me with a begging tone. When I open my eyes I find him looking back at me with nothing but lust and love in his; he kisses me as he begins to start a deep and slow rhythm of thrusts never breaking eye contact. He was on top of me and yet I feel like he wasn't close enough, so I wrap an arm around his neck and lean up on my other giving myself enough leverage to match his thrust with my own. This subtle change of position allowed Namor to hit my sweet spot with every pump, I can already feel my orgasm build up inside of me and It feels good but it was too soon.

I moan out and throw my head back trying to focus on delaying my sweet release, Namor rests his head on my chest "I know baby" He says as he pulls me closer to him, helping me meet his thrusts. Namor starts to whisper things under his breath, curse words and pleasant praises, he was enjoying himself.

Deciding I want to take care of him for a change, I abruptly flip us over so I'm the one on top straddling him, "Let me take care of you" I say leaning down to him and kissing him. Lips still locked I begin to grind my hips allowing his dick to massage my tight walls.

He grabs my ass and helps me with my grind, "You're so wet, baby" he pauses, "I want to feel you cum on my dick" he whispers to me

I rise to take his hands in mine and place them on my tits as I begin to bounce and grind on his dick fully losing myself in total ecstasy. I'm so close, I feel myself tighten around him and he does too by the sound of his groan, "Cum for me Ki'ichpan"

"Oh god," I moan out as my orgasm unravels me. My legs begin to shake and I feel my pussy grip Namor as he too finishes inside me. Feeling his warm release paint my insides, a fire lights in me causing me to continue grinding and bouncing on his rock-hard dick, riding out my climax. Matching my energy Namor grabs my hips and begins to thrust hard under me making sure I take in every drop of him. After a few minutes, we finally come down from our high, sweaty, and out of breath. Slowly I raise myself off his dick, wincing from the pain caused by a combination of rough sex, overuse, and his big dick.

Namor notices and I can see the regret covering his face, "Before you say anything" I say laying beside him, "I may be in pain but I regret nothing and you shouldn't either" I say snuggling up to him.

Taking me in his arms, he lets out a sigh, "I don't like hurting you"

"I like it though" I laugh

"You are insane" he chuckles

"But I fuck like a goddess, so it works out perfectly" Namor lets out the most genuine laugh I have ever heard and it melts my heart.

I can't wait to hear that laugh for the rest of my life.

"I love you"

"I love you too" He responds.

After talking and joking for a few more minutes I drift to sleep first and Namor follows soon behind; both of us holding on to each other, never letting go through the night.

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The Vibe: 

Pressing Flowers

I wake up to a cold breeze and bright light peeking in through the window. I instinctively reach over looking for Namor beside me but I was alone. I open my eyes and scan the room looking for him; seeing the balcony door open and the curtains flowing through the wind I assume he went outside.

Found the breeze.

Getting up and wrapping myself in the blanket, I find Namor standing in the nude, leaning on the balcony and looking out to the city. I walk up behind him wrapping us both up in the blanket, "Public nudity could get you in some serious trouble on the surface world."

"I didn't hear you complaining last night," he says eventually turning around and wrapping me up in his arms, "Good morning my love, I trust you slept well."

"I slept great." I smile laying my head on his chest

"Good, you deserve it" Namor responds, then pausing before he continues, "I have to go home today" He says with a hint of sadness in his voice

"I hate this part," I say sighing

"Me too" he responds

Taking a deep breath I say, "That's okay the next time I see you, I'll have my shit sorted and be someone worthy to meet your people." I confidently say

"You have always been worthy"

"I wanna feel worthy" I chuckle

"I understand," he says laughing under his breath

"Ready to go?" I say as I listen to his heartbeat

"Not just yet" he responds holding me tighter. We stand there for a few more minutes before we get dressed and take a taxi back to my place. While he's getting dressed in his regular clothes in my room, I'm in the kitchen packing him a bag of leftovers, a few of my favorite books, and a pair of my panties wrapped in a scarf and sprayed with my signature perfume.

He'll appreciate that the most lol

Tucking my intimates in the bottom of the bag, I think about how we are going to be able to contact each other.

Light bulb hehe

I grab the bag run to my room and head to my closet nearly knocking Namor down in the process, "Sorry!" I say laughing and rummaging in a box in my closet.

Laughing Namor says, "What are you up to?"

"Got it!" I say, "When in college I had clinicals and they required us to use pagers, I still have a couple of my old ones. Can you give me 10, or 15 mins tops to whip something up? It'll help us communicate with each while we're far away." I say

"Of course, take all the time you need," he says smiling at me. I grab my old stark lab tools and sit on the bed tinkering away at our pagers. I Spend about 12 mins enhancing the range of the pager as well as adding a few things, "Ultra high frequency is in the range of about 300 MHz and 3 GHz, with wavelengths reaching from one meter to one decimeter. In other words," I say closing up our pagers and handing one to him "Normally these pagers transmit about as far as 2 miles away from each; that's nothing. I widened the frequency range to about 10,000 miles. So you can be home in your temple and I can be home here. I also added a voice feature so instead of just sending a message, you can record yourself saying something and I can hear it from mine."

"You fixed this up in 15 minutes?" he says impressed

"It was closer to 12 actually"

"You're amazing"

"I know," I say smiling, "Here" I hand him the bag, "I packed you some food and a few books, make sure you go through the whole bag," I said laughing to myself

"Thank you my love" He responds

We both get up off the bed and I grab my sling ring opening up a portal to his temple in front of us. "I love you," I say giving him a tight hug, "see you soon?"

"Very," he says kissing my forehead, "When you take care of your business let me know and I will prepare my people for your visit," he says smiling at me and stroking my cheek. I nod my head, acknowledging his words, "I love you" he whispers before kissing me one last time and walking through the portal. I blow a kiss and give a little wave before I close it up.

"Alone again," I say letting out a large sigh. I get an idea and pull out my pager recording a small message, "I miss you already" and with that, I take a shower and get dressed in a pair of black jeans and an oversized shirt with a pair of sneakers. I layer a long thick cream cardigan over my shirt completing my outfit. Grabbing my sling bag I pack my diary from the lake, my passport, a stack of various European cash, and my credit cards. For extra safety I also grab my leg bag and pack it with my Kunai's that the gang gave me; the bag sits at the side of my hip so it can be easily covered by my cardigan.

I grab my phone and head to the kitchen shoving down 3 granola bars then heading to Peter's room to see if he's here, "Hey Peter, you home? Just want to check in real qui-" I say opening his door and walking in on a shocking sight. Peter was asleep in bed with a white-haired woman. I slowly close the door back and freak out a little in the hallway. Pulling out my phone I send him a text:

Hey Pete, knocking at your door and no answer,

assume you were sleeping.

I'm headed to Bleeker Street,

then to Sokovia. Luv U, Call me :)

11:53 am

I'll leave out the girl for now, I'll let him come to be about that when he's ready

Finally ready I head out and take a taxi to the Sanctum Sanctorum,

Why waste energy opening a portal when we live in the same city?

It was about a 35 min drive before I arrived, I tip my driver and head to the front door, and walk right in. Aimlessly I walk around looking at the mystic relics on display, As I stroll through I begin to hear screams in my ear and it's getting louder and louder. I begin following the sound trying to pinpoint its location. As I walk through the corridor I begin to hear flapping wings and naying horses with screams; I find myself in front of a sword display where the noise is at its loudest.

I hear the screams of women, but not damsels, they sounded like a warrior's cry, "Dragonfang" I hear a familiar voice say. The sound from the sword stopped; I turn around and see Strange standing there wearing grey sweats and a sweater and holding 2 cups of coffee. He was also wearing his cloak, which by the way, was waving at me making me smile uncontrollably, "Long time no see," he says handing me a cup.

"Thank you," I say taking a sip, "What's up with this sword"

"Dragonfang is the sword of a fallen valkyrie from Asgard. It has the tendency of calling out to powerful women, looking for a new wielder." He says

I lean forward looking down at the display, "Maybe one day we can be friends" I whisper to it

"So what do you need?" He asks

"Why do you assume I need something?" I say crossing my arms

"Because the last time I saw you, you threatened, and I quote 'to beat my ass' over a spell I don't even remember casting on Patrick"

"Peter!"

"I said Peter," He says straight-faced, "So what is it? Must be big," he says drinking his coffee

"I need backup," I say rolling my eyes, "the magic kind"

"That's it? Easy. Who are we after?" He asks

"Wanda Maximoff," I say taking a sip of my coffee

"Well shit"

[bevswashere]

Koi No Yokan

Chapter 20: The Strongest

One thing remains the same. The vast majority are guided to the choice that feels easiest. The way that will provide them the most peace. Yet, the small sum remains. Those who answer the phone call or refuse to board their flight. Those who force their eyes open until the world comes crashing back down on them.

March 2006 Eleven hours later.

"Good work, everyone. We're inside Jujutsu High's barrier now."

I can't help but feel that I'm lagging behind on purpose, feet dragging with every step to delay the inevitable.

"What a relief," Riko pants, palms resting heavily on her knees. To her and my own surprise, Satoru pulls out a tissue from his pocket, one for her to wipe the sweat forming on her brow. She blushes, "Thank you."

"Satoru," Suguru says, as touched by the gesture as the rest of us, "You really worked hard this time."

He sighs, issued the chance to release his technique for the first time in days. "I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat again."

The statement makes me smile earnestly. Satoru can argue all he wants that Yaga, Tengen, and even myself had forced him into protecting some "brat," but the truth is he cares about Riko. We all do. That only makes the next few hours thatmuch—I hardly hear it before I see it.

Before my next breath turns into a sharp gasp and my eyes lose focus.

Before Riko screams in horror.

I look down. The blade is thin, piercing through the base of my chest, trickling warm blood into the dirt. The shock subsides, but the pain doesn't, it sears through my center like I've been bathed in boiling water.

I look over my shoulder. A man with overgrown hair and a large scar at the corner of his lip holds the sword. His eyes are unaffected, bored even. Who..?

A burst of blue light, followed by the charge of Suguru's curse, forces him to draw back. The retraction of the blade hurts more than its insertion, pulled out at a high angle, mercilessly ripping through my flesh and bone.

I crumble to my knees immediately, clinging to the hole in my chest. My breath grows ragged, the entirety of my shirt and the ground beneath me soaked in crimson. How much blood have I lost?

"Kaede!" Suguru runs over, face covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His hand presses hard into the wound. He's shaking, I can feel it. "Can you stand?"

"I'm fine." I force myself up, voice steady despite my depleting vigor. The pain is another matter, but what I can be sure of is that the attacker missed my vitals. I can focus my cursed energy output into my center, maybe even wrap the wound in a time barrier until Shoko can handle it. "Prioritize Riko first."

"She's right. I'll deal with this guy. You two get her to Tengen-sama."

"Satoru..." Suguru's resolve has shaken, but he has no choice, "Be careful."

We break into a sprint, dragging Riko by the hands to keep up.

Every nerve in my body is on high alert, desperate to get Riko as far as possible, desperate to wield my technique without cutting myself in half. This isn't the time to let my attention dwindle, to stare off into space until someone can pull me back. We have a mission, a clear goal, one that we were appointed because we're strong. I'm here. I can do this.

The elevator arrives at the bottommost floor.

I can't do this.

"Riko-chan."

She turns back.

"Sorry, but this is as far as I go." I can't even bring my eyes up to meet hers. "Satoru hasn't slept. I should go back up to make sure—" I'm cut off by the girl running into my arms, fingers digging into my skin. A small whimper echoes through the tunnel, followed by the rest of her heavy tears. "Are you scared?"

"No," she sobs into my chest. "Thank you. The way you've taken care of me these past two days, it's a love I haven't felt since my parents... Thank you, for reminding me what that feels like one last time."

Her gratitude has stolen all possible words from my lips, leaving me only able to hug her back tightly.

I step back into the elevator, the sight of Riko and Suguru slowly disappearing as I ascend. My back falls against the wall, hand gripping the still open wound, too weak to fight the tears rolling down my cheeks.

Thank you, Amanai Riko.

For reminding me the joy of being a young girl's big sister.

One last time.

The elevator stops, the bell chimes, the metal gate slides open—I leap out of the elevator, dodging the swipe of my previous attacker's large blade. The elevator is demolished where I previously stood, the man taking his time to turn around and face me.

"I had hoped to take you down with that earlier attack, but," his satisfied eyes glance at the hand still cupping my center, "One Jujutsu sorcerer at a time."

"What's that supposed to..?" My heart sinks into the soles of my feet, the world slowly being leeched of color until a dark, cold nothingness remains.

"That's right," he smirks at my realization. "I killed Gojo Satoru."

The full force of my cursed technique rips the floor in half, wood snapping beneath his feet that leap up in time. For some stranger with no cursed energy, his speed is reminiscent of my own, possessing the reflexes only someone with a binding vow could achieve, someone who had forged a contract stronger than any tether. 

The next wave is only a failed attempt at ripping him into pieces. The sword he's wielding isn't the same as the one he stabbed me with. It's larger, teeming in strange cursed energy, strong enough to combat the impact of a Time Barrier.

He's blown back a few yards, unscathed, but the exertion makes my chest throb. I can't go all out while trying to hold time still on the wound, there's no way.

In a blur, he takes a running start, cutting through every time barrier I throw forward. "You're already losing your edge," he says. "And I thought you'd be a bigger obstacle than this."

Giving my all, I charge forward, moving faster than him, smarter. With the combined effort of time jumps, barriers, and speed that even his heavenly pact cannot match, I begin to push him back. His sword seems to be able to break through my technique, but there's no chance for him to gain the offensive.

Our brawl breaks back out into the open air, amongst the destroyed trees and collapsed buildings of Jujutsu High. There's Fly Heads noisily swarming at every corner, blood that isn't mine stained on the pavement.

With the point of my finger, my technique fires like a pistol, darting through several Fly Heads before it catches him at the face, ripping into his cheek, and drawing warm blood. "I'm not the only one losing my edge."

The long battle continues, the maximum output of my cursed technique chasing him back further from Riko. By now, I can only hope that she's under Tengen's protection, or Suguru was smart enough to get her as far away from here as possible.

The potency of my next barrier makes me stumble, spiraling through the air in unpredictable patterns, so strong that when it strikes the man's sword it shatters. His face displays confusion, but nothing close enough to fear. Either he's convinced he can't die, or he's not scared of dying anyway. "Well, would you look at that?" he sighs, tossing what's left of the sword aside. Replacing it with a red, three pieced staff, oozing an energy just as tainted as the previous weapon. "Let's see you break this one."

I'm wearing down, backing myself into a corner that constricts the size of my attacks. The blood flow from my stab wound hasn't stopped either. Nevertheless, I resume the long combinations of moving at my quickest, surges of compacted time, and a keen eye that predicts his every next move.

Faster than he can assess, I move in close, palm slamming into the side of his head. He tumbles wildly through the dirt, struggling to gain his footing with me continuing to charge.

The Forward Sight, like the Six Eyes, isn't something I turn on. It was infused into my soul from the moment I was born, granting ceaseless premonitions of the people and places in my line of vision. The pride of my fallen family, the unique ability that has rarely failed me. Except, in this moment, when the attacker and I have traveled far out into campus, and I witness, in nothing but the present, the sight of Satoru's body lying alone, on a mound carved out from the ground. Fresh blood is still puddling down into the sides of the chasm. His head is turned to the side, one bleary eye still open.

I barely catch the attacker coming into my peripheral, unable to move in time before his three-pieced weapon strikes me at the center of my stomach. The immense power launches me down into the ringed chasm, my technique struggling to cushion the impact. By the time my body has finally skidded to a stop, blood spills out from my mouth in a thick cough. I can't move even if I wanted to, I can barely keep my eyes open.

Maybe that's for the best. I don't know if I could stand the sight of Satoru like that any longer.

The stranger lands on the ground in front of me, pulling out the thin katana, "For good measure," plunging it through the same spot in my center, pushing all the way until its end plants into the dirt behind me. I'm pinned to the wall, more blood forced up and out of my throat, trickling down my chin slowly.

He kneels down in front of me, but all I can see is Satoru. "Move," I beg. "Please. Move—" The attacker pulls my face to look back at him, the expression that has become tepid again, the lifeless eyes. Without another word—at least that my failing senses could make out—he lets my head drop, and carries on elsewhere.

I feel my breathing become blissfully slow.

Is this it?

The pounding in my ears fades out.

Is this how I die?

My vision becomes spotted with black, until nothing but darkness remains.

I'm sorry, Riko. Momoko.

There's so little to feel anymore.

I'm... I'm not strong. I never was.

∞

Someone is calling my name, but I'm submerged in darkness.

Again. And again.

Where am I?

What happened?

Then, an indescribably sharp pain pulls me to break the surface. I scream out as my eyes rip open. Nanami pushes my body back by the shoulders, as Mariko pulls out the remainder of the sword.

"Hold on, Kaede-chan," Shoko immediately presses her hands to the center of my chest. "I know it hurts, but I'm going to fix this up as fast as I can."

"Sa...."

"Don't try to speak yet."

There's a platform just behind them, one covered in streams of blood. I try to lift my hand, to point. Satoru's up there. Help him first. Please.

But Mariko pushes my hand back down, "Don't move, Kaede."

No, please. Someone save him. Please.

"Don't move," Mariko pushes my hand back down. She's begun to cry. "Can't you do anything about the pain, Ieri-chan?"

"I'm working as fast as I can. You're lucky, the sword barely missed her heart."

"I found him!"

Our heads all turn to the right, where Haibara is carrying an unconscious Suguru on his back. "He needs your help too, Shoko."

"Alright, set him down."

Suguru's beaten body is placed next to mine, his face covered in bruises and cuts, his uniform shredded and stained with red.

How much time has passed? All the fly heads are gone, every bit of blood dried.

"Satoru."

"He's probably gone after whoever did this to you," Mariko says.

I look back over to the platform. Can they not see him?

Then, I realize there's nothing there. His body was removed from where it once was. Our attacker must have taken it. Some sort of prize or another bounty he might finally claim. The disgusting thought causes hot tears to spill from the corners of my eyes. Low sputters come from my lips, and Mariko urges me once more to stop fretting. But I can't. He's gone.

Nothing means anything without him, I understand that entirely now. Why did I never tell him? Why did I let him die alone?

"How is Geto doing?" Shoko asks, hands still dutifully held at my chest. Her energy washes into me like warm water.

"He's got two pretty serious cuts across his chest," Haibara inspects, "Other than that, he seems alright."

"He's dead."

Haibara holds his palm beneath Suguru's nose, "No, he's breathing."

"Satoru," I waver. "He's dead."

[shadeops21]

SITREP, Cosplay Guides, and the future...

Hey all!

Just checking in with my followers that are here because they're fans of my cosplay guides. If you aren't, then feel free to skip past, this may not likely apply to you.

I've done a count, and not counting the three footballers and the CDL 'operators', I have nine operators left to make guides for: three SPECGRU and six KORTAC.

I will not be doing all of them, and I have the reasons below:

Calisto - From a real-world practical standpoint, her suit's a wetsuit/dive suit, so I could not imagine wearing that as a cosplay all day. I will probably throw her 360 pics in as a reference image for artists, but I won't be breaking her gear down as most of it is unidentifiable.

Zeus - Similar reason to Calisto, in that most of the bulky kit he wears (armour/LBE) is unrecognisable due to the extensive modification it's gone through. His kit has a lot of improvised/field upgraded up-armouring.

Oni - I can't get my hands on his character model, or at least a usable one. This may change if more sources arise, but as it stands I just can't get eyes on him to take a closer look.

As for the remaining six: I am in the process of getting the image renders done (at the time of writing I only have Aksel's left to do), and then I need to research each character and write up the parts lists. This can take a couple of days (collectively).

This weekend just so happens to be the last weekend of 'freedom' I have before the semester of university starts, and I am undertaking Capstone.

Between my full time job and the time I'll lose for Capstone, my remaining free time will be at a premium, and I'll want to spend that on other pursuits like playing MWII, hanging with friends both online and IRL, resting from work, and working on my MWII Urban Ops Ghost cosplay (WIP pics will be coming out as I go, so watch this space).

I'm not giving up the guides, not at all. But the time delay on when I'll post them out will be extended. Also, once I finish this batch, I'll be watching trends and comments on both my posts and the fandom at large to see what 'skins' are hot, and I may start releasing guides for specific character skins (looking at Konig's "Expedition" S2 skin for example).

Again, I want to thank everyone for the love and support I've received since commencing this project. Ghost remains the most interacted post I have, and I am greatly appreciative for just how far my guides have reached.

Thanks for taking the time to read this, felt like I needed to say this in case people started expecting the remaining characters to come out with the same kind of frequency as previous guides.

Until next time!

ShadeOps21/Pix

[dsandrvk]

Friday, February 16 - Cievra Cove and Mikkelson Harbor

We had another gorgeous day, with mixed clouds and sun, and temperatures around freezing. Our first activity was Zodiac cruising in Cierva Cove, which has an island in the middle aptly named Penguin Island. This is host to a large colony of Chinstrap penguins, which were a little far away for good phone pictures, but were extremely busy. There were still some almost grown chicks still around, as well as molting adult birds, so there was lots to see.

We are further south now and the bergs that have calved off the glaciers here are bigger and take on fanciful shapes. Some show the dirty layers from the glaciers, while others have been melted into caves and holes, and others show evidence of repeated rolling and small collapses. As our guide today, Udo, said, most people only go into an ice cave once.

There is a small Argentinian research base behind Penguin Island, optimistically called "Primavera". Several of their boats launched about the time we went by, and drove past us quickly. We were a bit more careful, as there is a lot of floating ice that makes for beautiful photos, but is hard on propellers.

Once everyone was back on board we headed over to our landing site for today - Mikkelson Harbor. It was sunny and warm enough for several of us to have lunch on the back deck, and as we left the cove, Russ and I saw a couple of Minke whales, followed later by a Humpback.

Mikkelson Harbor was used for many years by the whalers since it is about the only flat beach type area for miles around. It is on a very small island surrounded by glaciers on three sides, and has a Gentoo penguin colony. Unlike on Half Moon Island, where the only Gentoos were a few molting adults, here there are still a number of chicks. We were able walk up to a good vantage point on the island, and watched the penguins for a while (lots of opportunities to photograph parents feeding chicks), before heading down and around to some sleeping seals - about four Weddell Seals and one Antarctic Fur Seals. They were all zonked out, although occasionally one would do a stretch. Weddell seals are considered "true seals" and keep warm with their thick layer of blubber, while the fur seals have exterior ears, large forelegs, keep warm with their thick fur, and are more closely related to sea lions.

The beach here is littered with whale bones from the previous century where the whalers would drag the whales, flense and butcher them, leaving the rest of the carcasses to the birds, who picked the bones clean. There is also a boat still here - another testament to an industry thankfully in the past. Down here on the beach were lots of molting Gentoo adults, as since they are fasting and using a lot of energy keeping warm without their old feathers, there is no reason to waddle up the hill like the breeding pairs.

We usually have about an hour to hour and a half on shore, and our Zodiac rides are about an hour, although our guide this morning took us further and we were gone over 1-1/2 hours. In that time we can see plenty, although we could spend hours just watching the penguins. The locations are tightly controlled and reserved so only one ship is at any place at one time. Our expedition leader was able to pick up Mikkelson Harbor and add it because of a cancellation. So we were surprised after dinner to see two other ships nearby - one traveling our way and the other heading the other direction. Most of the time it is like our private Antarctica.

We had our recap, short educational segments and briefing for tomorrow in the early evening (they have mostly been before lunch), so delayed going to the more casual restaurant until a bit later, stopping up in the Club to listen to the live music and watch the ice go by. It is a small ship, but there can be a little crush in the eating venues when everyone is released at once.

Tomorrow we have an early landing (starting at 7 AM for some), and then an evening landing that our Expedition leader just picked up for a spectacular spot. The ship that has that "anchorage" during the afternoon is our sister ship, the Pursuit, so we will be in communication with them and may be able to start earlier than the scheduled first group at 6PM. We stayed here at Mikkelson until after 7 tonight because of the submersible schedule, but it was lovely just to watch the light change on the snow and ice. We are almost two months from the Solstice now, and although the daylight hours are still long, it is getting dark by 10PM or so.

[jhdyuiee]

Be There for Me

✮ pairing: bf!jaehyun x gf!reader

✮ wc: 1.4k (exactly)

✮ warnings/tags: fluff, slight cursing, suggestive (happens only once), kissing/making out (towards the end)

✮ a.n: Merry Christmas! I planned on releasing the fic i’ve been working on today, but it’s still in progress ㅠㅠ, im planning on releasing it soon though! bear with me, this is my first time writing so much. i hope this fic makes up for my delay… i wrote this small Christmas Jaehyun special, while hearing the new NCT 127 Winter Special && omg is it so good! “White Lie” got me crying ngl… Anyways Merry Christmas to you all && I hope you enjoy my first fic. Stay tuned for more! jiji out 🤍

Christmas Eve.

The snow fell, just in time for Christmas. As I continued watching the falling snow my phone rang. ‘Who could it be?‘

Jaehyun.

Read the caller ID. He’s my boyfriend.

“Hey babe,” I answered.

“Hey my love, quick question,” he asked.

“Ask away.”

“Can I take you out on a date tomorrow?”

I was speechless to say the least, usually he’d come over or i’d go over to him during Christmas, nothing too special was done.

“Ye-Yeah, sure.”

“Great! I’ll come pick you up at 7 p.m tomorrow,” he said excitedly.

“Mm, sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow then love,” I said bidding him a goodbye.

“I love you Y/N,” he said lovingly, his voice so sweet, so angelic.

“I love you too Jae.”

I felt like a teenager in love all over again. Embarrassing to admit, but I was overly excited, overflowing with happiness about the fact that Jaehyun had just asked me out on a date- a Christmas date! That’s like every girl’s dream!?

‘What was I gonna wear?’ ‘Should I go to sleep now?’ ‘What aboht my hair?’ ‘Should I shower today or wait til tomorrow?’ Endless questions flowed through my head. Ultimately deciding on sleeping earlier. ‘I must be well rested!’ I told myself.

So just like that, I peacefully drifted off to sleep, fully anticipating whatever was to come tomorrow.

Christmas Day.

Just as I slept early, I awoke early as well. It was now 8 a.m, a little earlier than usual. I got up, looking out the window, the snow beginning to melt. I made my way back to my bed and made it, eating breakfast afterwards, and cleaned- I basically did my regular chores around the house before getting ready. After all, today was my date.

Once I got the chores out of the way I hopped in the shower, the first thing on my list of preparations for the date.

Luckily, I had found the perfect outfit for this occasion. It was a red-wine colored bodycon dress that hugged my curves so beautifully. All that was left now was my hair and makeup.

With an hour left to spare, I slightly curled my hair and went for a natural makeup look. As I looked for a purse, my phone rang. Of course, it was none other than Jaehyun.

I answered, “Are you here already?”

“Not yet, almost. I still have 5 minutes till I arrive,” he said.

“Wow, punctual as always.”

“Are you almost ready though?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just need to put on my shoes.”

“Good, then i’ll be waiting downstairs for you, beautiful.”

I took one last look before leaving, locking the door. I made my way downstairs, easily spotting Jaehyun’s car. It was as if he knew I was already there, exiting his car and walking towards me. He looked speechless, like an angel had just appeared in front of him.

“Fuck, you look so hot Y/N. What if we just go back to your apartment and fuck?”

I hit his chest. “Jaehyun!”

“Kidding, I can tell you spent your time getting ready,” he said, giving my forehead a peck. “Shall we?” he said, guiding me to the passenger seat of his car, opening the door.

He started the car and we were off. I still didn’t know where he was taking me, he never told me. But part of me feels like it was to some fancy restaurant.

My suspicions were later proven correct. We had arrived at some fancy restaurant, it was better than the ones from before. In fact, this one has been quite popular on social media as of late. Upon entering, I noticed it was packed.

‘How were we gonna get in?’ I thought. It’s like Jaehyun read my mind because he said, “I booked us a reservation, don’t worry.”

We walked to the front, “Reservation for two,” Jaehyun said.

“For?” asked the waiter.

“Jeong Jaehyun.”

The waiter took a while before saying, “Right this way.” He guided us to our seats.

The Rooftop.

Wow.

The view from here was absolutely breathtaking. Even more so now that the sun was setting.

“Beautiful, right?”

“Yeah, how were you even able to get us this Jae?”

“A magician never reveals his secrets.”

“Oh god, you’re so corny,” I said laughing.

We ordered our food, I settled on some pasta and Jaehyun on steak with two sides of his choice.

The food was absolutely delicious, they weren’t kidding. This might’ve been the best pasta i’ve ever tasted.

“This pasta is so good, want some? I offered some to Jaehyun. He gladly ate it, reminding me as if he were some little kid.

Once we finished eating, he’d secretly ordered us a dessert. A good-ol banana split. We shared it and it reminded me of back when we first started dating.

“Brings back memories doesn’t it?” he said, he must’ve also felt nostalgic.

I nodded, feeling the same way. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom, I’ll be back,” I said excusing myself.

When I came back no one was there. The tables were all cleared, even Jaehyun was nowhere to be found.

‘That’s weird,’ I thought. I swear I wasn’t gone for long, thr bathroom line was what kept me. As I stayed in my thoughts I heard something coming from behind me. I turned noticing a projector screen coming down. I was confused, ‘What’s going on? Some kind of prank?’

Suddenly a video started playing. I froze. Speechless.

It was of me- me and Jaehyun. Our fondest memories, playing on that screen.

I felt tears trickling down my face, my makeup surely ruined. It was beautiful. As the video reached its end, I saw someone emerge. It was him, Jaehyun.

Jaehyun walked towards me, stopping in front of me. He got down on one knee, grabbing my hands in his.

Oh.

I know what this was now. I know why he invited me here today. Just the thought of what was going to unfold, triggered more tears down my face.

“Y/N,” he said, kissing my left hand.

“My beautiful girlfriend. The past 4 years and even before that have been the greatest moments of my life. You were like the light at the end of a tunnel, you are my light. You gave me hope in this life. There hasn’t been a day where my love for you has faded, in fact it grows with every passing day. It’s come to the point where saying ‘I love you’ isn’t enough. We’ve gone through our fair share of ups and downs with one another, yet we still continue being by each other’s sides. Which is why, as of today I want to continue this journey with you, for as long as I live. I want to be with you, become family with you. I want to be yours and for you to be mine for as long as we both shall live.”

He let go of my hands, fetching something under his coat. Revealing a small velvet box. He opened it revealing the most beautiful diamond ring. My dream ring.

“Y/L/N will you marry me?”

I knew this was gonna happen, but I was still left speechless. The tears were nonstop. What did I do to deserve this, deserve him. He was like my sun, my life shined so brightly because of him. I truly love this man.

Shakily I replied, “Y-YES! Of course i’ll marry you.”

Jaehyun smiled, so big and bright, his beautiful dimples on full display. That might’ve been the happiest i’ve ever seen him.

He took out the ring from the box, slipping it onto my ring finger. He must’ve been nervous, as he was shaking quite a bit. He got up, bringing me into a hug. He lifted me up, spinning me in circles. I wished time would stop, so that I could treasure this moment.

He finally put me back down, now just staring at me, admiring me. I probably looked like a hot mess, but that didn’t matter to him.

“Thank you Y/N,” he said, tears finally falling down his cheeks.

“I love you so much Jae,” i say, squeezing his cheeks, trying to wipe away his tears.

“I love you way more wife.”

He leaned in, kissing me. We passionately kissed one another, tasting our tears in between. I could feel him smile as we kissed. He pulled away first, resting his forehead on mine.

This truly was the Best Christmas Ever.

© jhdyuiee

2023.12.24

thank you for reading, my first fic! i’ll be back in the future for more! stay tuned && let me know any remarks. Stay safe and Merry Christmas 🤍

[simp-ly-writes]

Returning to Home-Base (pt.2, v.2)

PSA: This can be read as a standalone; yet it is recommended that you read pt.1 and pt. 2 v.1 for the full emotional hit (linked blow).

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader, & Task Force 141 (+ Laswell)

Summary: Guilt is easting Simon alive when he is late upon arrival and it multiplies when he realizes the apartment is a bit too quiet.

Warnings: 3263 words, death, gore, panic attack, crying, family trauma, mentions of abuse, overall angst yet there is healing by the end.

A/N: might have to retire after this one; idk how I would top it lol; but shit is gonna go down in this more happy ending, hope you guys enjoy! (this is the longest standalone i've ever written - reference to "clean house").

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Returning to Home-Base Series (pt.1) (pt.2, v.1) (pt.2, v.2) you are here

Ghost's POV

Guilt.

It was flowing through Simons veins as he came out of the hanger days later, drenched in blood; a mixture of the misfortunate and his own with an arm in a haphazard sling. Ghost ducked under the doorframe and was currently sitting in the medical tent; staring at a picture of you from his tactical vest.

72 hours he was delayed from returning home after months of deployment and the doctor was only adding to it when they commented on your features a dark stare was all he received as reply. Their hands shook while re-applying the bandages and guiding the pen across the release form.

Moving back down the never-ending halls of poster propaganda and harsh lights in hope's of a easy lift home from Price; Simon almost broke his other hand while trying not to punch out Soaps sympathetic face when Laswell demanded for an after action review.

--

Paper after paper; signatures rushed across the pages just as often as information was being blacked out. Laswell and Price were in a shitting match with one another over some minuscule compromise of plans and eventually the hum of an engine had been the sign for Simon to let out a breath.

they hate me- I deserve this treatment. Rung through Simons head as he gripped the cars frame; he had a growing feeling that you were done with him; his shit, his inability to sleep; constantly forgetting to water the dining room plant. The list continued in his head as he could imagine it going down the road.

The ring in his pant pocket was beginning to grow heavier as the last few turns signified the arrival back home; a hand gripping his good shoulder snapped Simon out of his spiral as John looked towards his work partner with a knowing look in his eyes.

Ghost looked down to see the ring laying across his finger; a symbol of what Simon wanted ever so desperately with you, if only you didn't hate me like I know you will, he thought to himself.

Fate has its reasons Riley; and you know better than anyone else that those reasons are within her. Price said, smiling back lightly before shoving Simon out of the car and speeding off into the distance to meet his spouse back at home.

As Simon moved towards the complex; he couldn't help but notice the grocer down the street and when the sound of keys becoming fumbled by the white roses blocking his face. The apartment door was opened and closed by the back of a boot.

Setting the floral display down on the entrance table; Ghost moved inside to drop off the duffle bag in the living room before returning to take off his boots and pick up the flowers.

Simon moved his mouth to shout out your name into the dark house; yet though again; worried that you were resting or focused on your work late at night; deciding to refrain from doing so.

Moving into the kitchen first; Simon looked into the fridge for a refreshment; only to become confused when the groceries inside seemed to be untouched, the leftovers gone off. Closing the fridge he looked to the table in the corner to see one mug of coffee; just barley drank and felt icily cold as the wash that ran through Simons veins.

Pivoting while smacking his bandaged arm against the frame and swearing out into the darkness; he moved in large strides to the bedroom only to find the sheets undone and empty; your phone still charging by the bedside as he thoughtfully looked at the screen saver light up of you both on a road trip from a couple of years ago.

Your mother had left multiple text messages that were all left unread too; odd, Simon knew you both to be close; His finger hovering over Prices name in the contacts list.

Feeling around the beds surface for any more clues as to your whereabouts; he finds one of his hoodies laid across the foot of the bed- freshly washed alongside some of your items. Breathing becoming heavier as he bashes himself against the walls of the hall and past an empty bathroom.

Now into a sprint; he looks for your shoes, eyes sporadically move across the apartment as his hands shook in the closet to find both runners still there.

Backing up he hears a crunch under his left foot, then begins to feel wetness spreading against the floorboards. Looking down he see's a smiling face mug staring back at him; fractured against the boards as blood pours out of his foot.

The ringing in Simons ears becomes deathly as he barely hears Price shouts down the phone line as Ghost's frame slides down the wall, phone falling against the remains of your obvious struggle as tears stream down his face.

--

The sound of a door being bashed through awakes Simon's body's state of despair. The ring in his pocket long forgotten as his heart screams out in pain; he didn't realize that his yells were vocalized once he see's Gaz's face scrunch up and wince. As the other two squad members walk through the apartment; weapons high.

Once cleared; they kneel beside and make eye-contact for a moment before Simons eyes stare at himself through the mirror. Fists become tightened as his arm screams out in discomfort.

I'll make them bleed. Ghost whispers under their breath as if in a prayer, I'll make then FUCKING BLEED he yells out into Soap's equally angered face and a determined nod is shared throughout.

Simon takes one last look at the apartment; at the polaroid of you both on the table before going to the underground carpool and slamming the car door close. The group meets back up with Laswell on base with an intelligence briefing.

Laswell shivers as her eyes meet the Sergeant's in the doorframe, he casts a shadow of vengeance as his eyes scream desperately for revenge in their irises before making his way to stand in the corner and observes as multiple founders are presented against the screen; one face catches his memory just as Soap's finger is plastered across the picture in question and soon enough a target was placed.

--

Restless was the group readying their gear in the van as the other breaching squad trailed behind. Price checked the mirrors and adjusted himself in his seat as Ghost could hear Soap angrily ramble behind him from the front seat. Gaz sat quietly with his thoughts; yet the tension was obvious in the way he was latching on to his gun much similar to the way Ghosts hands squeezed the grip of his own.

Pulling the van over into a nearby alleyway, both squad captain's quickly went over positioning as soon the lights on the street went out. A fence cut through and NODS on. The basement door was entered as task force 141 cleared the level before moving to the main-floor; the assisting squad had neutralized the area with one man down in the hall for medical-evac as they both made their way upstairs.

A few hand signals later, and gunshots wizzed past Ghost's ears as each shot stitched a part of his heart back together, second floor cleared, echoed through the communication chain; only two floors remained of the building. Simon could feel his hope rising in his chest- he was getting closer to you.

A scream echoed through the house as the blood stilled in Ghost's body; almost faltering his steps on the stairs as Price reminded him of a clear head down the line. Breathing in and out; Ghost breached the door open and fired once more on target; west room cleared moving to the central bathroom.

A shot bounced off of Ghost's vest that reminded himself of the possibilities of being so close yet so far to coming home with you. He placed lead through the receivers head and heart; a symbol of obvious revenge. Nothing yet a grunt of silent anguish left their mouth before Ghost moved into the next room where Gaz was restraining a member for later questioning, giving one another a nod they moved forward.

The assisting squad moved out to further secure the perimeter of the building as the sun began to rise and look for further intelligence to report back.

third floor cleared, moving to fourth. The steps creaked under the combined weight of gear, tapping Prices shoulder he wedged the room open and the squad rolled through. Moving to the right side with Soap at his left and Gaz covering the centre. Price followed swiftly as shots echoed off the walls and moved towards the final door down the hall.

Light could be seen coming out from underneath as grunts and whispers were muffled behind the wood. Ghost shifted his gun as he noticed Soaps foot grind into the hallway's carpet runner.

One.

Two.

Three.

BANG.

The door rolled off its hinges as the squad noticed five figures in the room; one with a knife glittering in the rising light and two others with gun muzzles moving upwards.

Price kept an eye on the rear for a possible counter attack as Gaz and Soap moved in and neutralized the others and scanned the room.

DROP THE KNIFE, GET ON THE FLOOR, DROP YOUR FUCKING WEAPON- DOWN ON THE FUCKING FLOOR NOW, Ghost yelled while storming towards the standing figure; hand flying out to stab his shoulder, Ghost swept under the feet and moved to the floor; twisting their hand to release the weapon and kicking it aside.

A kick was received to Simons bandaged arm in revenge; Ghost groaned out before matching with a punch to their neck. Chocking and crawling back they grabbed for the knife and moved to stab Ghost's thigh.

Soap layed a shot to their shoulder just in time as they reeled back their motions to grasp at their bleeding form. Ghost picked up the blade before placing it in a slot upon his vest and scanned the room; his eyes hardening at seeing your figure hunched over while tired to a metal chair; Gaz already starting to medically look you over and calling over the radio for assistance.

You motherfucker, I should have killed you when I had the chance. Ghost said while whipping around to face and punched the figure in question straight against the jaw; a tooth of theirs flying against the wall and falling on to the floor beside Price's boot. Soap stood beside Ghost; fists clenching and teeth grinding for a piece of your father.

Breathing out your father met their eyes; challenging both men to do their worst. You really should have, but you were always too weak when it came to family- isn't that right Riley? and aren't you sick of always being chosen second, johnny-boy? even when it came to my daughter you never quite did enough, he laughs into the darkening atmosphere of the room.

Soap kicks the man down to lay against the floor, moving towards their throat. While Price clears his throat before moving his head towards Gaz trying to pick the locks and unchain you from the chair; snapping Soap out of his entranced state as he looks at your father; dead in his eyes,

I will never have to second-guess anything; especially when it comes to your daughter for when she says that I do the work of millions I believe her and get to gain the one thing I have always wanted; family in my closet of partners- something that other people did not see worth in you to commit to without being payed, what a pity to always come last in life hm? and now you get to die in it.

Soap kicked their chest to hear your father heave one last time before patting Ghost on the shoulder and moving to help Gaz as Price communicated for evacuation vehicles before the press arose for the morning.

The rising sun dripped off of Ghost's shoulders as he looked down at what would be a corpse of a distant memory to join the many others in the depths of mind. Memories that would become lost with the simple traces of your touch to his skin.

Meeting your fathers eyes and neutral faced, may I die weak in the eyes of many; yet never alone in the ones that count, Ghost spoke out before moving the muzzle of his gun between their eyes and pressed down- hard. He watched the life instantly be swept away from this planet as the body collapsed onto the floor. The blood already dripping through the creaks of the floorboards. The bottoms of Ghosts black work-boots becoming sticky as he let a breath out and returned the gun back to his chest rig. Closing his eyes at the feeling of the sun caressing his neck through the mask. He turned down the hall to see Price waiting for him by the stairs; giving a much needed hug.

Gaz and Price sat up front while in the back of the van; Simon held your hand in his lap as he diligently watched the field medic check for any internal bleeding on the way to the hospital. You were shivering but your breathing was thankfully rolling in regular intervals. Soap looked to Simon who simply nodded in reply and that was all that needed to be exchanged.

--

While sitting in the ward and then brought to a personal room once the over 6ft, skull masked man scared too much of the public. Simon sat by your bedside for hours; awaiting your presence as he watched the liquid IV drip in the bag.

The rest of the squad and Laswell with her wife had shown up with flowers and supplies for once you had awaken; Simon thought of the forgotten white roses set in the kitchen only 24 hours ago and how much had changed since then.

--

Hours passed into night as you awoke to a dark room; shuttering at the thought of being tied to that chair your body jolted and then steadying as you recognised the tattooed arm that laid across your stomach and looked towards your skull covered man sleeping in the chair by your bedside; snoring lightly.

You smiled to yourself as you traced the outlines of the tattoos; frowning when you noticed the bandage poking out from under his shirt, you cooed Simon lightly into the room, brushing your fingers across the outline of his cheek and removing your hand abruptly as he stood to full attention and pulled out a gun from the waistband of his jeans.

Sushing the man in slight horror of the weapon coming into your face; you calmed as he placed it back in the holster and cupped your cheeks, leaning down to kiss your forehead as you felt tears falling and meeting your own down your face.

Simon moved back and began to rattle off an apology while looking towards the floor, refusing to meet your eyes as his boots shifted against the tiles. I love you, Simon Riley, you whisper-shouted into the dim room as you heard Simon choke back a sob, standing there still and closing his eyes.

I love you, Simon Riley... you repeated through the tear stained vocal cords once more. You moved over and patted the place beside you, feeling the bed dip as large heavy arms wrapped around your form in the most comforting weighted blanket.

I love you and I understand.

no.

no?

It was never right of me to be so distant... Simon begins to speak, eyes trailing towards his jacket back on the chair before looking at you once more,

I am forever thankful that you accept the work that I do, the decisions I make and how much you know this job means to me. I've always admired the strength that you held within yourself, and your sureness that makes me feel protected; the ability to release myself of everything... I feel at home with you near...

He takes a breath before continuing,

What I mean to sat is that I was worried... that is why I have been so uncharacteristically untalkative...

You chuckled lightly at the comment before continuing to listen thoughtfully.

I guess what I have been meaning to say is that, I want to marry you if you would have me?

Simon reaches over to his coat, hands shaking once more as you rub circles into his large thigh touching your own; shock mixed excitement coursing through your veins. I was worried that if I looked at you for a moment too long or talked with you over something as small as snacks at the gas station. I would fall in love with you all over again, get myself on one knee somewhere horrid like a public restroom and not think twice in the moment.

Your chuckles turned into full roaring laughs as Simon covered your mouth with his large hand and held apologetic eyes as he whispered on how you both should not wake up the ward.

Standing up one more, you giggled as he got down on one knee and your breath caught at the sight of the ring in front of you. Simple yet elegant; the one you have dreamed about since dating Simon all those years ago.

Putting a finger to your chin and tapping; Simon grumbled about his knees becoming sore before you turned back and whispered yes against his lips before pulling him into a kiss.

Falling back into bed together, you watched the ring shimmer hopefully in your face. You smiled up at Simon as he kissed you once more before pulling the blankets on top of you both and cradling you into his chest. You sighed happily as the night faded into the morning of a clearer future- together.

--

Extra:

THANK FUCK, echoed through the room causing you to rise wide awake as you heard Simon hiss back at Soap. Gaz tried to hide a snicker behind his cap as he turned to face the wall; shoulders patterned in rising and falling motions.

John and Laswell both were staring happily as the scene unfolded and they gossiped about their own spouses and reminisced about their weddings.

You showed the entire task force the ring, waving it joyfully as John came up to your beside and said, We could all see the light in his eyes as he spoke about you no matter the situation, drunk at the bar, waiting in the hangar, or driving to the next checkpoint. Fate always has it's reasons to love. Finishing the sentiment with a pat to your ring covered hand before moving in for an a group hug; you smiled bright.

Then a flicker caught out of the corner of your eye and you noticed as Laswell's wife had came into a room and captured the beautiful moment; mouthing thank you to her. She looked towards Ghost thoughtfully and all the happy faces that covered the room before looking back towards you and mouthed, thank you in return.

A bit confused from the interaction, you moved forward and pulled Simon's face closer to you; kissing his cheek as the rest of the group complained and moved away to back out of the room while waving their goodbyes and voicing their demands for wedding invitations down the hall.

Simon pushed the button for the doctor as soon as the room cleared out and you asked, did you water the plant in the dining room?

╰┈➤ A/N: Thats all she wrote folks! what an emotional journey it has been, I have loved each and every one of your comments; they truly inspired my to continue this into this series. Don't know what I'll be writing quite next, but let's see! Thank you all so much once again, I hope you all loved reading this as much as I did writing it... in one night hahaha. (psst! if you want an epilogue or something else or more lol; let me know~).

Returning to Home-Base Series (pt.1) (pt.2, v.1) (pt.2, v.2) you are here

[taxgoal]

Last-Minute Income Tax Return Filing Guide: Don't Miss Today's Deadline!

Today marks the final day for filing your online income tax return in Delhi as emphasized in multiple official bulletins by the income tax department, with no extension being granted for the FY 2022-23 (AY 2023-24). If you have yet to file your income tax return, it is crucial to do so promptly today.

According to data released by the Income Tax Department, a considerable number of taxpayers have already successfully filed their ITRs for FY 2022-23 (AY 2023-24), and numerous taxpayers have also received their refunds.

Nevertheless, there are still several hundred salaried taxpayers who have not yet submitted their income tax returns for FY 2022-23. It's important to note that failing to file your ITR before the due date can lead to several consequences. If you miss today's deadline and file your return after the due date, you will be subject to a late fee. Non-furnishing or late furnishing of the return of income can also incur interest under section 234A. Additionally, there are fees under Section 234F for delayed filing, ranging from ₹1,000 to ₹5,000. It is, therefore, advisable to file your returns before the end of the due date.

If you are handling the income tax return filing process yourself, follow this step-by-step guide to avoid any errors:

Important documents needed:

The e-filing portal now provides pre-filled ITR forms, but certain incomes, such as capital gains, require manual filling. Prepare the following important documents while filing your income tax returns:

Form 16

Form 16A

Form 26AS

Capital gains statements

Proof of tax-saving investments

PAN Card

Medical insurance statement (if applicable)

Step-by-step guide to filing ITR:

·       Go to the Income Tax e-Filing portal.

Log in to the portal using your user ID (PAN), Password, and Captcha code.

Click on the 'e-File' menu and select the 'Income Tax Return' link.

Choose the appropriate Income Tax Return (ITR) form. As a salaried taxpayer with Form 16, you can use either ITR-1 or ITR-2.

Select the assessment year (AY) for which you want to file the ITR. In this case, choose the assessment year 2023-24.

Validate all the data entered in the form and submit it.

After submitting your return, verify it through any available options, such as Aadhaar OTP, etc.

Finally, re-check all your details and upload the form. Remember, your job is not complete until you verify your Online Income Tax Return Service in Delhi.

Conclusion

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