#aight good morning n good night i’m going to dream land

[mingiswow]

SKZ | They comfort you after a nightmare

Genre: Angst, fluff, slice of life

Warnings: mentions of cheating, death, and kidnapping, some curse words probably, some of the boys are older in their reactions. If I forgot anything let me know

⚠ English is not my first language, so sorry if there's any mistake, corrections are always welcomed.

➥ chan

It was rare the occasions where you went to the dorm, it was usually Chan who went to your house. Right then you were currently laid on the sofa of his studio, sleeping while he finished some songs. You started sweating, your body moving around uncomfortably, your breathing becoming erratic. “Y/N? Y/N! Babe… wake up. Babe, wake up!” your boyfriend started to shake you lightly, waking you up from the nightmare.

You looked around, grounding yourself and realizing where you were. Immediately you hugged the man in front of you. “Had a nightmare?”.

“You had left me because I was a waste of your time and you told me I was not good enough for you” you answered, not taking your head from his neck, a few tears leaving your eyes. “Hey! Don’t you dare think I’ll ever say those things to you! To think I’d think like that, okay? You are the most precious person in my life. Hell! I’d die to ever think about hurting you” his calloused thumb ever so gently caressing your cheek, wiping your tears.

You nodded. Kissing his lips. “C’mon. Let’s go home, aight? I’ll tuck us like a burrito and cuddle you all night and tell you how much I love you”.

“You’re cringe, Bang Chan”

“But you love me like that”.

➥ lee know

You couldn’t believe your eyes. It was him. It was your boyfriend kissing another girl right in front of you. You didn’t have a reaction, all you could do was cry. You fell to your knees, tears falling heavily from your eyes. Suddenly a hole opened on your feet and you fell into it like Alice fell into the rabbit hole.

Your body jolted from the bed, a silent scream leaving your mouth. “Y/N? Are you okay?” the raspy morning voice from your boyfriend sounded beside you, his hand caressing your back. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“You were cheating on me” you turned to look at him, his shirtless frame still lazily laid on the bed, a lazy smile on his lips. “You’re so cute when you’re pouty, you know?” he pulled you back on the bed, caging you on his arms, the warmth of his body soothing your own. “I love you, Y/N. Cheating you is the last thing I'd do to you. Now go back to sleep, and have wet dreams with me”.

“Lino-yah!” he giggled at your blushed form, kissing your lips before, bringing you back to his chest, and playing with your hair until you fell asleep.

➥ changbin

The warmth of his hand felt so comfortable against your cold ones. The snow was falling from the sky while you and your boyfriend decided to take a walk since everyone was in the comfort of their home, no one would see you.

But just as you turned a corner there they were, the paparazzi, the fansites, seasangs. Everyone was taking pictures of you two. Flashes got mixed with screams and you could barely see anything in front of you. You started calling your boyfriend’s name but with no answer.

And then you were naked. Naked in the cold winter air while everyone took pictures and laughed at you. “Changbin! Changbin! Changbin! CHANGBIN!”

“Babe… wake up. Y/N, love. I’m here. I’m here” the scene suddenly started to fade in your mind and you got back to your bedroom. The dim light coming from the bedside lamp barely illuminating your boyfriend, his broad silhouette being distinguished before he engulfed you in a hug. "’s okay. I’m here now, I’m not going anywhere”.

“They caught us, they were taking pictures” you whispered on his chest, feeling the way his body hugged you. “I don’t want to lose you” you felt his fingers start to caress your hair, giving you warmth and reassurance.

“Sh… You won’t lose me, okay? I’m here with you, no one will get us. And if they get I don’t fucking care. You’re my girlfriend and I love you. ‘Kay?” you nodded, laying your head on the pillow again, Changbin spooning you. “I love you too, Bin”

➥ Hyunjin

You fell asleep while watching your boyfriend practice the dance routine over and over again, the sound of his shoes rubbing and stepping on the floor flooding your ears and intoxicating your brains. The sound kept getting louder and louder as you opened your eyes and a giant version of your boyfriend was destroying the town with his dance moves.

You started to scream his name, trying to get his attention with no success. You decided the best way was to approach him like Ann Darrow did with King Kong. But when you tried to get to him, his left foot raised in the air and stepped on you, squashing you like in the cartoons.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHH” you lifted your head fast from the ground, hitting Hyunjin’s head.

“Ouch!” he rubbed his head laughing a little bit. “Please don’t try to kill me, I’m just trying to help you here” he looked at you, a playful smile on his lips. “You just took a nap and had a nightmare?” you nodded.

“You had transformed into this giant dancer that was destroying the town and squished me dead” he laughed at your pout. “Ok, Let’s go home miss damsel in distress. It’s getting late anyway” he helped you to get up from the floor, giving him a hug and a peck on his nose.

“For a giant, you are pretty cute and soft” he laughed at your comment, shaking his head and grabbing his stuff.

➥ Jisung

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT! YOU ARE SO STUPID, Y/N!”

“I didn't do anything” you started crying, still not knowing why he was screaming at you. “Please tell me what I did. I…”

“Stop playing dumb! You know what you did!” Jisung kept screaming at you while your tears kept falling from your eyes, a pool starting to form on your feet. In mere seconds you were drowning in your own tears, the air becoming scarce as you forgot how to breathe.

You woke up scared, shaking, crying, barely breathing. You looked at the empty spot in your shared bed, the fear starting to build in your chest again. Slowly you got out of bed, searching for your boyfriend and finding him in the kitchen, sneakily eating ice cream. “Oh… Hi babes” the guilty smile on his lips made you breathe more normally, you weren’t stuck in your nightmare anymore. “You okay?” he asked, handing you another spoon so you could join him.

“Had a nightmare. You were screaming with me and calling me names” you put the spoon in your mouth, pouting as you spoke and ate. “When I woke up you weren’t there. Got scared” he grabbed your cheeks and kissed your lips and forehead, wrapping you in a hug after.

“Sorry I wasn’t there, I woke up craving some ice cream” he laughed at himself. “But I’m here now, and I’ll never call you anything but sweet and cheesy words of love, ok?” you nodded, scenting his cologne on his neck. “Want more ice cream or cuddles to sleep?”

“Cuddles” you answered, smiling at him once you left his neck. “Your wish is my command ma’am” he hugged you from behind, guiding you two back to the bedroom between giggles and laughs.

➥ felix

“Y/N! Wake up. Are you listening?” your eyes widened open when you heard your husband’s voice. “It’s okay. I got you” he hugged you tight, caressing your back. “It’s just a nightmare, it’s normal”

“I was so scared it was real” you cried on his chest. The pregnancy screwing with your hormones. “They had taken the baby from us. They had stolen from us” the tears kept staining his pajama shirt. “Sh… Y/N, the baby is here, no one will take them from us” he left your embrace and held your face.

Wiping away your tears, he kissed you gently, his hands caressing the little bump starting to grow in your belly. “It was just a nightmare. They are right here, inside your beautiful body, full of love from their mommy and daddy, ok?” you nodded, looking at his hand. “I love you” he kissed your lips “this is our little family”.

You nodded, the sad tears turning into happy ones with the amount of love and joy your husband gave to you. “I love you too, Lixie”.

➥ seungmin

You ran like your life depended on it. Because it did. You screamed for Seungmin as you tried to run away from your evil clone, the wicked face looked so much like you but at the same time so different. You stopped suddenly when you hit on something.

“Oh thank God it’s you Seugmin! Please tak- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you screamed at the top of your lungs when you felt him hit your chest with a knife.

“Y/N! What happened?” the boy by your side woke up with your scream, scared something bad might have happened to you.

“We shouldn’t have watched that movie” you hid your face in his neck, hugging his body and crying a little while he giggled at you. “Stop! It was scary! I was trying to get me and you were the one who hurt me” you pouted looking at the man, trying to do a puppy face.

“I told you we should not watch horror movies, you always get scared” he patted your head, kissing the top of it before bringing you both back to your lying position, hugging you tight to his chest. “And if I dare to hurt you one day, I will let you take revenge”.

➥ jeongin

You looked over at the people at your wedding reception, everyone having fun on the dance floor, your feet too hurt to actually move any longer. You watched as yours and Jeongin’s family got along, smiling at yourself for being so lucky.

Then your eyes landed on your now-husband and how he happily spoke to one of your cousins when he whispered in her ear, the woman giggling and nodding, her hands lingering a little too long on his arms, her long nails almost entering the fabric as she squeezed the place.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you watched the scene unfold in front of your eyes and then you started running away from the place, from everyone. You could only hear the faint screams of your name by your husband. “Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! WAKE UP!”

Your eyes finally shot open, the place slowly starting to be visible in silhouettes by your eyes, the darkness of your bedroom embracing you. “Are you okay, sweetie?” the voice of your fiance sounding worried by your side. “Did you have a nightmare?” you nodded and hugged him.

“You and my cousin were flirting at our wedding and… and” you hiccuped the words as he soothed you.

“Y/N, I’d never do that. Do you hear me? You are my best friend, my lover, my partner,ever and the love of my life. I would never even do anything like that to hurt you”

“Promise?” you looked at him, not much being visible in the darkness. He nodded, whispering a soft promise against your lips, making your worries go away.

[eerythingisshaka]

PTA II

[Trevante Rhodes x Reader]

Word Count: 2.4k

Angsty Fluff

Part 1

Looking at your desk, you wonder how it’s gotten even more junky since working from home.  A rainbow of notebooks and sticky pads scatter its surface with reminders and past lesson plans that beg for organization.  You pick them up in clusters, doing a vague clean up as you check the clock on your computer to see you have ten minutes until showtime.  Your kids will be logging in for their Zoom classroom to begin.  

You’re starting a new chapter on the Civil War today and although you knew it like the back of your hand, you freaked out at the moment, not able to find your presentation in any of the appropriate desktop folders.  Unfortunately your virtual desktop was every bit as messy as your physical one.  Clicking through the dated lesson plans, you finally find what you are looking for, opening it to prepare for sharing as your breakfast sandwich dings in the microwave.  You meander through the obstacle course of your living room to grab your meal to go, almost burning your hand from its fresh heat as you sit back down, just in time to start off the lesson.

“Good Morning class!  Happy Monday!”

“Good Morning!”  They all say in scattered succession, your greeting back.  

You dig right into the lesson at hand with dates, names, places, and all that is in between. The kids were assigned a chapter before the weekend to prepare for discussion and luckily most of them seemed to have at least skimmed the topic beforehand.

“Ok guys, now we have a few more minutes before I have to assign this week’s project, so does anyone have any questions?”

One young man, Nemour raised his hand.  “Yes, do you think, um, like could this happen again, do you think?”

You couldn’t hold back the gag on your face from the insightful question.  “That’s a good question.  And I know it really fits with some things that are talked about in politics today.  I won’t say that it never is going to happen, but I also will not scare you into thinking that it will.  Civil Wars are happening today in countries all over so it is not a subject that is new or forgotten.  But use the events that lead up to it and think about what we do that could avoid the conflict or what are tells that signify that war is imminent.  Thank you for that question Nemour because it segues us into this week’s project…”

Displeasure washed across several of your students’ faces but you have been blind to that behavior for years now so you began the rundown:  three page essay on any aspect of the Civil War they may choose.  

“You may email me and we can discuss your idea and if it is a topic that can fill three pages.  I want a citation page, credible sources.  See me if you need a review on what a credible source is.  I will see you again tomorrow guys.  Be safe!” 

The blips of each person signing off is your background noise as you put aside your notes once more, dropping your pen in the process.  

You pick it up and hear something in the background of Nemour’s video.  

“Nemour?”  You call out the student’s name but they must’ve forgotten to sign off.  You begin to hang up yourself, when someone comes into frame.

“Nemour, I told you to clean up your room before school started so I could get this laundry done, damn!”  

You recognize the shirtless man strutting with a laundry basket under his arm as Trevante Rhodes, Nemour’s dad.  You had a run in with him before that left you more than flustered but you stuck to your morals to ensure nothing came of it.  Luckily, Nemour’s been doing well and no one has messed with his things, so any teacher-parent meetings are only the ones required by the school.  

“Ahh ah ahh ah ah AHHHHH!  Caught up in the rapture of love…”  He sang out loud, setting the basket on a table to free his shoulders up for some bopping.  

You can’t look away and didn’t dare end the session as the show was just getting started.  Trevante rolls his shoulders, pumping his fists victoriously in rhythm with the song.  You take a bite of your breakfast sandwich covertly appreciating the show.

“I love you here by me/ You let me love fly free…”

He spins around quickly on his toes ending on a pose before the next verse.  His body is an artist’s dream with each flex he made.  You could tell before that he is a fit man but nothing beats seeing the evidence unadulterated.  His thick torso kept steady by his deep abs, kiny hair peppered across his chest for flavor.  And those arms, what can be said about these family style, thick cuts-

“Ms (Y/N)?”  You snap out of your inner study and forget you are in full view of him seeing you.  Hanging up abruptly flashed through as an option but it made no sense now you were caught.

You shuffle some papers as he takes out his AirPods and comes closer to the camera.   “That is you!”

You look up in feigned surprise, coughing up your previous bite of sandwich.  “Oh, Mr. Rhodes!  Did Nemour forget to sign off.  Oh well, I was just going to-”

“Nemour!”  Trevante yells out.  The soft patter of feet become louder. 

“Yeah?” he asks.

“Your teacher is waiting on you, whatchu doin?”

“No no!  I wasn’t waiting!”  You say fervently.

Nemour peeks over his dad’s arm.  “Hi Ms (Y/N).  Did you need me?”

You smile disingenuously.  “No, I was just about to sign off.  Just don’t forget that project, ok?”

“Yes ma’am.”  He runs out the room as his dad calls out.

“Talk to me about this project when I’m done talking to your teacher!”  Trevante takes a seat, looking pleased with the predicament.  You are mortified, sitting your your head in your hands.

“So...how you been?  You look well.”  Trevante says with an enthused smile.

You look to him and return a tight one.  “Thanks.  I can’t say I’ve done much of anything but good to know I don’t look worse since our last talk.”

Trevante leans forward with his chin in his hand and you try not to imagine sinking your teeth into it.  “Please, you’re blessed to not need much.  Natural beauty.”

You take in the compliment with an inhale.  “Sure, thanks,”  you say, noticing a spot of jelly landed on your chest, probably after that last bite.  You rub you chest to get the tiny stain out.

“Wow, that looks damn good,”  Trevante says when you’re done.

You hold a hand to your chest, gasping in outrage.  “Mr. Rhodes!  I really don’t take kindly to forward comments referring to my body!”

Trevante purses his lips together, resting his chin on his fist.  “I...meant that sandwich.  I can see it below there.”

Your mouth hangs open staring from the sandwich to the meal in front of you.  “I am...so sorry...”

“Don’t worry about it.  Hey, how was your date?”  he asks quickly with a forgiving look. 

You think of his question with confusion before you realize that you had brought up meeting someone on Valentines Day after the meeting with him last time.  

“You remember that?”  You ask, slightly impressed.

He nods.  “Of course.  I’m that kind of person, receptive to information and it sticks.  That’s why Nemour so good at school, gets it from Daddy.”

“Good to know.  But the date didn’t go as well as I hoped it would…”

Trevante cocks his head to the side inquisitive.  “Huh.  Where’d y’all go?”

You roll your eyes automatically.  “He told me to meet him up at this mom and pop diner, which I’m not stuck up!  If the food is good, I’m practically down for anything!”

“Ok, ok, so what was the problem?”

“He knew the family that owned the place, so his meal was free.  We ordered like a late night breakfast thing and it wasn’t good.  My food was both bland and overseasoned and the eggs I asked for were runny when I wanted a hard scramble.”

“Oh no,”  he shakes his head.

“And in the end, even though his meal was paid, I had to pay for mine because he’s ‘in between things right now’.  Then I had to give him a ride home and he offered his bed to me since his mama was asleep on some Xanax.”

Trevante rears his head back covering his mouth with his fist during his hoot-and-holler.  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but that was pretty damn bad.”

You laugh graciously.  “I know, but he was cute and I swear he seemed to have more potential than most other guys on the apps so maybe it was just a bad day?”

“You are giving these playas too much credit!  And apps?  Shoot, you could pull any ole dude off the street on a Tuesday just taking out the trash.”

“Mr. Rhodes-”

“Trevante works.  Sometime Tre, sometimes Te but hold the Mr. Rhodes for me, please.”

“Fine, but only on here, I can’t call parents by their first names in public, it’s just too formal for me.”  

Trevante gets a sneaky grin on his face, scratching his beard stealthily.  “So, you want to talk to me on here more often?”

Your jaw drops, aghast.  “Mr… Trevante, I never said that.  You’re always putting words in my mouth.”

He shrugs.  “I’m sorry.  It’s just so pretty, I can’t help but wanna hear it say things I wanna hear.”

You twist in your chair, barely composing yourself with his sly talk.  “Wow!  You never quit!”

“I will when you do!”  

You face each other in a standoff over each other’s screen.  He was slowly tearing down your walls as much as you tried to reinforce them with professionalism.

“Ok,” you say.

“What’s ok?”  

You sit forward, building up the nerve.  “IF we were to discuss things outside of schoolwork and your son, how would that go?”

Trevante rubs his hands together.  “Well, first-”

You put a finger up.  “Remember that I have a busy schedule with assignments and we are in quarantine so no way we could be in the same room or eat out.”

Trevante looks off into space, thinking.  “Ok, so when do you usually turn down for the night?”

“For bed?  Probably ten if I am lucky.”

He nods, rubbing his chin philosophically.  “What are you having for dinner?”

“...probably this pasta thing I picked up at the store…” you say reluctantly.

Trevante claps his hands together.  “That’s it!  Ok, I gotta go but let’s talk later, aight?”

Before you could question him further, he hangs up the video call.  You sat there pondering what just happened.  Trevante is pretty straightforward with you but that ended on an unusual note.  And then you began to think back to his smile and body and laugh and compliments, making your head curl toward your lap with giddiness.  

“God he is so fine.”

Later that evening you are laid across your couch in full snuggy mode: bonnet on, pimple cream where needed, tshirt and titties freeballing.  You set your reheated pasta meal down to cool and look through your emails one more time before calling it a night.  You have more than one concerned parent who will message you at ungodly hours about why Timmy and Jane aren’t getting an A+ average and their stress allows you to sleep peacefully as you’re reminded how unbothered you are since students make the grades, not you.

As usual, there is one new unread message to check out and of all people it is Nemour’s dad.  No subject line, but the body of the email asking you to log on to video call him.

This was sent almost an hour ago, so you feel pretty secure that he is not on and let your curiosity lead you to the app.

Not long after, you get an invitation from Trevante.

“Hey!”  he says, smiling wide (this time with a shirt on)  after you accept.  You begin to smile back but catch a glimpse of you in video and feel instant regret.

“What’s wrong?”  he asks, slurping some spaghetti up.

“I forgot what I looked like, I should’ve waited to talk in the morning,” you say apologetically.

Trevante waves a hand at you.  “Don’t worry about all that.  You getting ready to wind down, right?”

You pick up your dinner and show him on camera.  “Pasta and all.”

“Great, so the date is on!  How was your day since we last spoke?”  he asks, slurping more spaghetti and taking a bite out of some garlic bread.

You scoff, poking at your penne.  “So this is why you didn’t answer me?  This is your plan for a date?”

He holds his hands out humbly.  “A brotha gotta try.  You so busy and remember we are in a quarantine so I can’t have you coming here with those beautiful germs of yours.”

“Wow, sure ok.  Throw it back at me.  Got it.”

You take a bite of your pasta as ladylike as possible, giving a rundown of your day which wasn’t much to take note of as Trevante noisily slurps his spaghetti making you laugh.

“What’s up?”  he asks, wiping his mouth.

“I...well your meal looks better than mine.  At least you make it look better.”

He licks his lips before smiling, lighting your spirit as you smirk into your food.

“What can I say, I get down in the kitchen when I can.  I wasn’t bout to heat up some frozen mess and call that a meal, you know?  I gotta eat real food!”

You drop your fork.  “Ok, Mr. Anita Baker!  I know when I’ve been disrespected!”

Trevante gets nervous having offended you.  “Wait wait!  My bad, ok?”

You point at him with all authority.  “My food is my business.”

“No problem, I’ll hold back, but not too much on Anita.  And maybe I’ll order you some DoorDash or something next time.”

“If,” you warn.

Trevante gives you a playful face.  “If not, I’ll just tell Nemour to quit doing his homework and we can conference about it.”

“Oh bye, he’s too smart for that!”

Trevante laughs.  “You probably right.  Look, I don’t mean to push, but I’m glad you made time to see me here tonight.”

His eyes look at you genuinely pleased and you feel that familiar giddiness creeping up.  

“I’m glad you invited me.  Just this little bit is better than my last date, so points to you.”

Trevante stares at you contently.  “You know if we were outside, this is when we’d kiss.”

You look up to the ceiling.  “Here you go!”

“I felt the moment!  Don’t lie!”

You look at him defiantly.  “Too bad we won’t know until that time comes.”

He wags a finger at you.  “See?  You keep thinking these are conversation ending phrases, but you baiting me.  So there’s a next time ahead of us!  Hit me up for a Netflix Party and Chill.”

“Good night, Te,”  you say exasperatedly.

“Have a good day at school tomorrow.”

You hang up first and sail backward, laying across your couch feeling like you ran a marathon.  This could all still be forgotten.  You aren’t too deep to deny him.  He called this a date but come on, did it count?  You sit up to poke at the remnants of your meal and think about his lips slurping up the spaghetti hungrily.  And the kiss that would have sent you to bed happily.   

Part 3

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[jadeblazes]

Hamami Kids Like Snow?!  [浜見っこは雪がお好き？！]

T/N: the title is kind of hard to translate directly, “Hamamikko” could mean something to the effect of “Hamami Showdown/Competition” and “yuki ga suki” simply means “likes snow”. It could also simply mean “The kids of Hamami like snow?!”. Or a pun of both.

Chapter 1:

Genshin: Hmm that’s not right, more... no... P-chan: Genshin-san, you’re still up? Genshin: Ah, sorry, is it’s lights out time already? I’ll turn the lights off when I go back, may I stay here a little longer? P-chan: I’m alright with that but... is it... about lyrics for the new song? Genshin: Yeah... well... P-chan: (Mm, he looks like he’s troubled by this but I don’t know how to give advice on lyrics...) ... it’s chilly today, work hard in moderation and rest early ok? Genshin: Thank you. Good night, Producer-san. [Producer leaves, door shuts] ...~~ ♪  ... Mmm...

P-chan: Fwahhh... it’s already morning... it’s pretty cold today huh... oh- Wow, snow?! Hiro: Woah- outside, it’s really piling up~! I’ve gotta hurry up and eat, I wanna go out~! Samon: ...what are you a dog? But it’s lucky that none of the units have any work lined up today isn’t it, Producer-san? P-chan: Indeed, your schools just called too. Eiryo, Hamamigaoka, Kaihoku are all taking the day off. Your lesson coaches also called saying they’re taking the day off, so today everyone gets a full off-day. Hiro: Really?! Yesss!! Mitsuki, let’s have a snowball fight, a snowball fight!! Mitsuki: Sounds good! It’s rare that we get this much snow, let’s all do it! Junnosuke: Shirasu House First Great Snowball Fight eh! Leave it to host and live reporter extraordinaire Junnosuke! Uta: Humph, waste of time. If you have the day off you should be composing. Gen, you too keep it together and do the lyrics. Genshin: Ah, ah... I’ve got it. Sorry to keep you waiting. Shuusou: Alrighty! Everyone, when you’re done eating, assemble at the front door~!

Chapter 2:

Shuusou: Alrighty, everyone here? Junnosuke: Ooof, it’s cold! What’s up, Hasei-san? Ahah, perhaps a snowball fight? Uta: If it’s some waste of time, I’m going back to my room. Shuusou: Now now, keep calm and listen up~. The mission I have for y’all rascals is... snow shovelin’! Chihiro: What? Why do we have to do something like that? Riku: As long as people can get in and out it’s fine isn’t it... clearing out this much snow is impossible... Uta: Humph, this is stupid. As if I’m going to stick around for this. Let me go back to my room. Touya: I was also planning on training the whole day. Shuusou: ‘Tis won’t do at all. ‘Tis be yer duty as residents of this here dorm! Can’t veto it, ain’t that right, Producer-san? P-chan: Everyone, let’s work together. As you can see the snow’s really piled up, so cars can’t move and it’ll probably cause problems with work tomorrow. Komugi: It looks like it’s going to be colder tonight so if we leave it it might freeze over. Hiro: If everyone chips in it’s be over in a jiffy, no? Let’s get it over with quickly and go play! Zen: Guess it can’t be helped eh? Let me show you my awesome snow shoveling powers! Uta: ...tsk. Genshin: Uta, I know it’s troublesome but this is our responsibility to the dorm. I’ll work at it too so let’s do this quickly so we can go back? Uta: Yeah I get it I don’t need you to tell me. Dammit, our rare off day is ruined! Shuusou: C’mon, I’ve split the work accordin’ ta school. I’ll henceforth announce the areas yer responsible for!

Junnosuke: That means Team Hamamigaoka is in charge of the front porch area! Komugi: If the porch area freezes over it’s really dangerous. We’ve got to make sure we clean out all the snow with nothing leftover! Mitsuki: Ahh, I see. Everyone, let’s do our best! Azusa: Everyone well-clothed against the cold? Shimizu, Kamijo, here your shovels. Genshin: Thank you. Let’s do our best, Uta. Uta: Humph. Let’s get this over with and go back to the room.

Chapter 3: 

Azusa: I guess it’s time to start shoveling the snow isn’t it. Junnosuke: Before that... No. 1, Sanada Junnosuke! Here I gooooo, Do~~~~n! Uta: Oi-...! Genshin: Sanada?! What are you doing, suddenly flopping around! Junnosuke: Ahhhhhh, c-coooold! Before shoveling you gotta dive in it first doncha! It’s piled so high, it’s such a waste to just clean it up like that! Komugi: That’s dangerous, Sanada-kun! You absolutely shouldn’t go diving into freshly fallen snow! You don’t know what’s buried under the snow, if there a stone or something you could get hurt! Junnosuke: Uh-, you’re right! I got way too excited ‘cause of the snow~. Anyway snowball fight! Ah, what about building a snowman? Mitsuki: Well I understand why Junnosuke is excited because of the snow. I kind of want to build a snowman too. Komugi: If we just gather up what we have here, we could probably build a giant snowman! Azusa: Indeed we could probably build a snow hut couldn’t we. But for today we’ve got to do a snowball fight. There’s still snow in the yard, so after we’ve shoveled, why don’t we play in there? Junnosuke: Eh, what a waste of the snow here! Just a little while! C’mon Azusa-san!! Uta: ...Stupid. If you’re going to play around without clearing out the snow then I’m going back to my room. Genshin: A- Oi, Uta-! Uta! Hang on! Uta: I deign to come out and do this shit but they’re just messing around. Coming out on a day like this, what’re you going to do if I get a sore throat huh!? Genshin: Don’t be like that... Uta: If you insist then why don’t you just take over my part! Genshin: T-that’s, right, taking care of your throat is important, let me so it instead... Shuusou: C’mon boys, snow shoveling is everyone’s duty~ before y’all clear this mission ain’t no one’s returning to the dorm~! Uta: Hey... that’s tyranny! Shuusou: There there, don’t go throwin’ no tantrums. Hey, Junnosuke, Mitsuki, y’all quit playin’ around~! If y’all don’t all put some elbow into it, you ain’t getting no lunch! Junnosuke: Ehhhhh UNDERSTOOD!! Uta: Humph

Chapter 4:

Junnosuke: Nnn----oof. Man, snow’s pretty darn heavy! Komugi: Kuze-san, Sanada-san, you’re going to hurt your backs doing it like that! Spread your legs a bit, and use this stance! Don’t just use your arms, use your whole body... Junnosuke: Wow it works. It’s easier to put power into it this way! You’re amazing Komugi. Nothing less from someone raised in the land of snow! Mitsuki: Woah~, it’s working, it’s working! Now I’m all fired up! With this, we’ll be speeding through it! Komugi: Shimizu-san, it’ll work better if you drop your hips a little. Genshin: ...I see, there’s really a trick to doing this isn’t it. Uta, you doing alright? Uta: ...... Komugi: Wahh, Kamijo-san and Konno-san are so good! Azusa: Well, I was born in the land of snow too. I believe Kamijo too... Genshin: You’re really good, Uta. Uta: ...Humph. Quit yapping and put those arms to work, Gen. Genshin: Drop my hips, pick it up with my whole body and --- I see, following Ayasaki’s instructions makes this a lot easier. ...Doing this every so often, moving one’s body with a free mind isn’t a bad idea at all. ???: ~~ ♪ , ~~~ ♪ Genshin: Hm? That song... Uta: ~~~ ♪ , ~~~ ♪ Genshin: ...Alright, I’ve gotta keep at it too. ~~ ♪ , ~~~ ♪ Azusa: Isn’t that La-Veritta’s new song? Genshin: Yeah, it’s good isn’t it? Azusa: Indeed, as expected of Kamijo. You’re writing the lyrics now? Genshin: Yeah... ...I’m actually a little stuck. Even though Uta’s composed such a brilliant melody, I can’t come up with lyrics to match that even a little... Azusa: I think you shouldn’t worry too much about it. You might get a spark of inspiration as you’re clearing the snow. The perfect words are things that can float into your mind when you least expect it, right? Genshin: You’re right indeed... perhaps if I just keep moving, they’ll appear... Shuusou: Oi, boys~, lunchtime~. Stop work for a bit and gather in the dining hall~.

Chapter 5:

Shuusou: Oi, boys~, lunchtime~. Stop work for a bit and gather in the dining hall~. Junnosuke: Yes, rest time! Ahh, my arms are beat! Mitsuki: Alright everyone, let’s go inside. Shuusou: Aight, head in first~. I’ll go call the other rascals~. Komugi: Yessir! Azusa: Ok, let’s leave the shovels over here--- Shuusou: Haaah---? What’s this!? Shuusou: You idiot! Idiot Sui! Once you’ve finished eatin’ ya’ get rid of this, ya’ hear?? Sui: Ehh? I just finished making it too~. Wasn’t it awesome? Yanagawa snow festival~ ♪ Mitsuki: Eheh... sure, it was pretty great... I came running when I heard Shuusou-san yelling but... I didn’t expect to see a suspicious snow statue right in front of the door... it’s like something out of a dream... Sui: Haha~ I’m glad you liiiike it~ ♪ Shuusou: What’s up with ya’ Eiryo rascals! Can’t you keep a proper eye on this ‘ere idiot! Samon: Trying to stop Yanagawa is a waste of time and energy. As long as we’ve got the snow shoveled out of the driveway we’re all good right? Shuusou: What’re we gonna do if ‘em neighbors see it eh? Clean it up proper after lunch, Sui!! Huh... anyway where’s the Kaihoku crew? Did they prefer ta’ keep shovelin’? Zen: ‘Course!! If I’m on the case, it’ll be done in a jiffy! Furthermore it’s good for building up some muscle. Akashi: Yeah, muscle in the arms of course, but also a whole body workout! Zen: This morning we had a race for who could flip the most snow! ‘Course I won hands-down! Riku: What’s with all this energy... you muscle-heads... I for one don’t want to move anymore... Touya: I’m done, I’ll head back to clearing the driveway. Ango: Indeed, let’s make a move. Chihiro: Aren’t you a motivated bunch? You aiming to be a snow shoveler, you snowplough gorilla? Touya: The faster we get this done the more training time we have. That’s all. Chihiro: Tsk... guess you’re right. Ciao, I’m off to help too. Genshin: Alright, let’s get back to work too. Let’s do our best this afternoon too, Uta. Uta: Oh? You’re suddenly pretty motivated. Genshin: Ah, I just felt that getting some exercise from shoveling the snow is a nice change of pace is all. Uta: Humph, I just think this is a waste of time.

Chapter 6:

Junnosuke: ...alright, for now the driveway’s all cleared up! Azusa: Phew... I’m beat. That was some good exercise though. Mitsuki: Yeah it was. Good work everyone! Komugi: Good work! This means we’ll have no problem with getting to work tomorrow as well. Junnosuke: Yay! Mission: Snow Shoveling, cleared! And so, now... Uta: We’re finally done. ...So now there’ll be no complaints if I go back to my room right. Let’s go back, Gen. Genshin: Ah, coming--- Junnosuke: Aaah, hold it right there! Kamijo-san, Shimizu-san, don’t go back just yet! The fun’s only just about to start! Round 1 of the Great Snowball Fight: Hamamigaoka cup begins! First up Kuze-san, let’s go! Hya-ah! Mitsuki: Waah! Now you’ve done it, Junnosuke! I give as good as I get! Here goes~! Junnosuke: A-h, cold!! Hahahaha! Komugi: Waa, doing a snowball fight with everyone is so exciting! Konno-san, Kamijo-san, Shimizu-san, let’s join in! Azusa: Haha, sure. Look’s fun! Uta: Humph, this is dumb! I’m leavi- Mitsuki: Kamijo-san! Let’s do the snowball fight together! Here, have a snowball! Uta: I said I wasn’t going to do this snowball figh- Junnosuke: Ah, oh no! Uh, Kamijo-san, run! Uta: ...! Genshin: Uta...! Komugi: ...! Kamijo-san, are you alright!? Junnosuke: Uwahh! I’m so sorry Kamijo-san! I wasn’t aiming for ya! Really sorry man! Uta: You son-of-a...

Chapter 7:

Uta: You son-of-a... Junnosuke: Kamijo-san, I’m really really sorry! I’m beggin’ ya! I apologize so please forgive me! Genshin: U-Uta, calm down. Sanada didn’t mean any harm by it... Uta: ...! Junnosuke: Aiii-----!? Uta: Hah, you have no idea how to make a snowball! Such a loose snowball packs no punch! Genshin: U-uta? Uta: Let moi teach you how to have a real snowball fight! I’m not holding back! Junnosuke: Aaaahhhhh! Wai-, that really hurts! What is this?! Mitsuki: Wah, why me too!? C-cold, Kamijo-san, hold up! Uta: Do you have any fighting spirit at all! I’m going to keep coming at you! Genshin: U-uta, uh, slow down a bit... Uta: Gen, make a wall! PRONTO! Genshin: A... wall? Uta: Komugi, you make the snowballs. Unlike Junnosuke, you know how to make proper snowballs right? Komugi: Y-yessir! I’m on it! Genshin: Uh Uta... what do you mean by wall...? Komugi: Shimizu-san, in a typical snowball fight, you build a wall and hide behind it while attacking. Genshin: I-I see. Eh, but, didn’t Uta say he didn’t want to do the snowball fight... Uta: Hurry it up, Gen! If you keep stalling they’re going to return fire! Genshin: Aaaaa, g-got it! Junnosuke: Hey, what’s up with that, they’re building a wall or something over there! Komugi’s started manufacturing snowballs all speedy-like too! What is this, it’s nothing like the kind of snowball fights I know! Azusa: In the land of snow, snowball fights are played as a sport. You set up an encampment and battle it out as teams. It seems Kamijo hasn’t gotten totally into it... Mitsuki: Gotten into it meaning... oof, ow! Uta: Typically you’re out once you get hit but maybe let’s give you a free pass, eh? No need for rules! A no-holds-barred snowball-throwing contest, the last man standing wins! Junnosuke: Whaaat, this is mega scary! At least have it be the one landing the most hits wins!

Chapter 8:

Uta: It looks like our opponents have finished their wall too. Humph, those amateurs think that they can cross swords with us just by monkey-see-mokey-do. You’re in plain sight, Mitsuki! Hiyah! Komugi: Speaking of which, Kamijo-san your defenses are weak too! Run! Konno-san was targeting you while hiding behind Kuze-san, see? Uta: Oof, thanks for the save, Komugi. You’re a reliable one aren’t you. Komugi: Ehehe, it’s ‘cause I did a lot of snowball fights in elementary school. Ah, Sanada-kun is homing in from the side! Shimizu-san, please make the attack! Genshin: A-ah ok! Azusa: Man, my hair’s all drenched. Their volley of attacks is nothing to sniff at. Junnosuke: No fair, they’ve got 2 people from the lands of snow! Let’s negotiate for a team member swap! Uh, uh... inform Komugi! Surrender and join our side~. You owe me for coffee milk, yo~. Come quietly and join our ranks. Komugi: That was in exchange for me swapping class duty with you! If you’re gonna play it that way, you owe me for that time when you forgot your textbook and I shared with you! Junnosuke: Guh, that’s true! Sorry man, shutting up now... Now that it’s come to this, Kuze-san we’re counting on you! You’re both 2nd years, try to convince Shimizu-san! Mitsuki: Impossible, Genshin’s obviously not leaving Uta’s side. Uhhhhh... Genshin, in exchange for past-year questions for politics & econ, and math, would you come over to our side? Genshin: Well if I happen to have the physics past-year questions, would you join us, Kuze? Mitsuki: Eh, physics past-year questions? I do kind of want that... Genshin: Also, I can offer Konno-san’s favorite dorayaki. Azusa: Ah, you make a convincing offer... Junnosuke: Nonono Kuze-san, Konno-san! Don’t goooo!

Chapter 9:

Hiro: Ah, Mitsuki and gang look like they’re having lots of fun! Zen: What, what? To have a competition without the great Zen is an outrage!! Akashi: Komugi’s in a snowball fight? That’s so him. Komugi: Wahh, perfect timing! Akashi-san, Riku, come in here! Riku: Huh? Why me as well? We’re not kids anymore what’s with this snowball fight... Uta: Quit spacing out, Riku! Go target Hiro! I’m going to bring down Zen! Riku: Geez why’re you so into it? Guess it can’t be helped... Junnosuke: Zen-chan’s hereee! Perfect reinforcement! Over here, over here, join our team! Zen: Oh were you waiting for me? Hahahah, let the great Zen handle it! Mitsuki: Hiro, join us too! Uta and gang are super strong! Hiro: O’ course! By the way, Mitsuki, Azusa, no fair you started the fight without me! Junnosuke: Alright, now we can attack with all our might! Zen: With me here you’re guaranteed victory! Aw’ right, let’s go!! Uta: ...Incoming! Hide behind the wall and throw! Genshin: Haha, alright, leave it to me Uta! P-chan: (Is everyone almost done with shoveling?) Hey everyone, snack time! Canned red bean soup, come get it before it gets cold... Komugi: Ah watch out! Dodge! P-chan: Wah, cold! Mitsuki: Sorry, Producer-san! Are you alright!? P-chan: Ahaha, just a little surprised. Everyone’s in the snowball fight huh. Azusa: Yep, we went straight into it from snow shoveling... P-chan: You guys really cleaned it up, good work. Ah here, a warm drink for everyone! Genshin: Canned red bean soup? I love it. Thanks very much. Uta: Red bean soup... coffee or something would have been better. I guess I’ll still have one as a hand warmer... Junnosuke: That’s right! Producer-san, join our team in the snowball fight! Komugi: No way! She should join our team! P-chan: Eh... I guess I’ll... [Choice 1: Join Junnosuke’s team] P-chan: I’ll join this team... Junnosuke: Yes!! Quick, keep your head low and start making snowballs please! Azusa: Producer-san, over here please. There’s a wall here so you’ll be safe. P-chan: Ah, ok. So organized! [Choice 2: Join Komugi’s team] P-chan: Well then, I’ll join this team. Uta: Listen up, no spacing out ‘kay. Lose your focus and you’ll be hit. P-chan: G-got it, I’ll be careful! You guys are really into it aren’t you. Genshin: Sorry for dragging you into this... P-chan: No, it’s fine! It looks fun. [Choice 3: Just watch] P-chan: I’ll just support you all from the sidelines. Do your best, both team! Hiro: Aww, too bad! Komugi: Ok, watch to see who wins please! P-chan: Of course. Everyone, don’t do anything reckless ok! Junnosuke: Here goeees! Continuous-hit attack! Uta: Hah, weak! With snowballs like that no matter how many hits you take there’s no sting to it at all! P-chan: (Haha, everyone looks like they’re having fun.)

Chapter 10:

Zen: We’re not done yet, sending out another assault! Genshin: Team, make sure not to leave the wall! Shuusou: Oooi, y’all! Have sum sense an’ come inside, yer gonna catch a cold! Junnosuke: Eehh, but we don’t have a victor yet? Uta: Indeed. No way we’re stopping here! ...A-choo! Genshin: Uta! W-why don’t we wrap it up. If you stay out in the cold much longer and get a sore throat we’ll be in trouble. Uta: ...humph, can’t be helped. Shuusou: C’mon kiddos, in ya go, in ya go! Junnosuke: Uwwuu, cold, cold! Why does it suddenly feel so cold... Mitsuki: It really does. We warmed up ‘cause we were moving so much, but the moment we stop it feels much colder. Shuusou: Ya see, let’s get y’all in the baths so ya don’ catch a cold eh~. Uta: ...I’m going back to my room for a bit. Shuusou: Alrighty, warm up a spell and make sure ya take ya bath, yeah? Uta: That’s none of your business. I’ll go take one when all the noisy idiots are gone. Uta: ...the day passed just like that. We spent the whole day outside huh. Genshin: Oh, there you are... Uta! I brought a towel, you should towel your hair, it’s all wet. Uta: Ok. ...we finally had an off day and we wasted the whole day away. Genshin: Really? I didn’t think so. I got to see a side of you we don’t normally see... Uta: ...? Did I do something odd? Genshin: Ah... no, nothing. It’s just that... I just thought of some good lyrics. Uta: ...? Humph, than hurry up and write it down. Genshin: Ah, hold on a sec, Uta.

~Fin~

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Please.

18+ Smut

Summary: Peter and i get married in secret. Few knew and many still had to find out. But what is to happen if the wrong person finds out? 

Warnings: BAD WORDS. TERRIBLE PEOPLE. SMUT! 

A/N: Another dun request by @shadow-hokage !! Seriously thank you for the requests!! I hope i am doing you justice! 

I walk silently down the grocery aisle, scanning the shelves for Peter and i’s apartment. Tony bought us an apartment now that we were married. He was one of the very few people we told about it. It was simple, only a handful invited, wedding. And since we were married, he wanted us to live together. And that is how i got here.

I stop in front of the pasta, grabbing a box and flipping it to read the back. I hear a few footsteps here and there as a few people past me. I place the box in cart and look up to make eye contact with Liz’s father.

“Y/N?” He says, smiling at me. I smile back.

“Hello Mr. Allen.” I say as we hug quickly.

“How have you been? Liz hasn’t talked much about you in awhile. We miss you around the place.” Liz’s dad says.

“I’ve been good. Busy. But good kind of busy.” I explain. He smiles as i bring my left hand up to push a strained of hair behind my ear. He eyes my hand as he place it down on the cart.

“That’s a pretty ring.” He pauses to make eye contact with me. “Are you and parker still together?” I gulp as i feel a little sick to my stomach. I cover my left hand.

“Thank you… Yes we are.”

“That’s a curious finger to have the ring on. Don’t many people have that there to be married? I would know.” He says, pointing to his own ring finger. I smile nervously as i rub my hand.

“I was in such a rush this morning. I must have um put my ring on the wrong finger. I have been doing that um a lot lately.” I stutter over my words, trying to cover up the meaning behind it. But he knew. Oh he knew. He smiles wickedly, only causing the sick feeling to grow.

“Liz has done that a few times. Well it was very nice to see you. I hope to see you around more often.” He says.

“I will definitely give Liz a call.” I say, praying to escape this situation. He just smiles and starts to walk away. I sigh, realizing i was even holding my breath. Keeping this a secret will be the death of me.

After i had finished the shopping, i push my cart out towards my vehicle. I unlock the car, popping the trunk. I place my items in the back and shut it tightly. I push the cart into a cart corral. I open my door and place my purse on my seat. I search for my phone, unaware to the figure sneaking up behind me.

I pull my phone out right as a massive arm wraps itself around me. I go to scream but soon a hand wraps a cloth around my mouth and nose. Holding it tightly to my face a hear a familiar voice whisper in my ear.

“Shh don’t fight me.” Liz’s dad’s voice fills my ear. I feel my eyes get heavier as my arms start to slow down. “Aight a girl.” was the last thing i heard before my head went blank and my body shut down.

Peter was sitting happily on his new bed that he assembled for us. He was very proud of his work and could not wait to show me. Thinking of me, Peter reaches for his phone to call me. He hits my number and puts the phone against his ear.

“You reached my phone. Sorry i couldn’t pick up! I’m probably busy but i will get back to you the moment i can!” My voice says as my phone goes to voicemail. He huffs as he waits for the annoying beep.

“Hey babe! Hurry home! I miss you and would love to break the bed in! I love you!” Peter says happily. He hits end and places his phone on the bed. He begins to stand from the bed but his phone starts to vibrate.

Unknown. The word was splayed across his screen, earning his curiosity. Maybe it was Mr. Stark calling from a burner phone? He did that when he wanted to check in on Peter. Ever since him and i gotten married, Tony likes to check to make sure we are liking the married life style. It made Peter happy that he cared so much. He didn’t get that feeling a lot. So it was always nice when he actually did. Peter slides answer and presses the phone to his ear.

“PETER!” My exhausted voice rings through the phone. “Please! Please don’t kill me! I did nothing wrong! PLEASE! PETER!” Peter stood, face formed into a horrific look as he heard my cries.

“Hello Mr. Parker. Here comes the bride. Unfortunately not dressed in white. Such a sad love story. Too bad it will all end soon.” A males voice took over.

“Where are you? Don’t you fucking dare hurt her! I love her!” Peter yells into the phone. The man just laughs at Peters cries.

“See you soon Spider-man.” and with that, the call ends.

“Please! I am begging you!” My hoarse voice cries out. I stand, tied to a pole in some junk yard. “Let me go-o!” I take a breath, very shaky breath. I let out another loud sob as tears rush faster and faster down my face.

“Shut up!” Liz’s dad yells in my face.

“I don't understand, why me?” I ask, the tears streaming faster.

“Because. Peter is the worst excuse of superhero. It’s time someone taught that little boy a lesson.”

“Really? I like to think i’m a pretty amazing guy.” Peter says, leaning against a pole a foot away from us. We both turn our heads to face him. Peter’s face drops looking at my beaten state. But thanks to the mask, it didn’t give away that fact that tears were forming in his eyes.

“Ahh. So he does get a hint?” Vulture says, standing up straighter.

“Please..” I say, my voice getting weaker. Peter starts to run towards us, but the Vulture was one step ahead of him. And before Peter could even get a fist thrown, he sent flying backwards. He lands loudly against the concrete floor. He breathes deeply as pain shoots up and down his back.

Peter slowly gets up, trying to refocus. Right as he turns, a flash of metal comes right for him once more. He goes flying back, flipping over himself and landing hard on his back once again. I cry out, watching helplessly as Peter groans out in pain.

“So weak.” Vulture laughs out, flying for Peter once more. But Peter ducks, rolling a little. The vulture flies up in the air, Peter sending a string of web for him. But to my dismay, he misses him. Peter lays back as the Vulture flies for him once more. He stops just above and brings his metal, bird feet down hard onto Peter’s chest.

“Agh!” Peter cries out in pain as the sharp metal sinks a little. The vulture leans down and starts punching Peter with his metal hand. Hit over and over again. Peter groaning in pain with each hit. Peter, bloody sweaty and very bruised laid there. But the Vulture had other plans.

“You are weak! Stupid! The worst excuse of a man! No one should love you! You don’t deserve that!” Vulture yells. Peter just groans in response. Vulture lays another hit to Peter’s face. Peter spits out blood. “You can’t even fight like a real hero!” He hits him again. Peter tries to fling a web in his face, but completely misses thanks to his weakened state. Vulture just laughs at him. He then starts to fly up, pulling Peter with him. “Now Peter. It’s time to end the world's suffering of you!”

Vulture is about to drop Peter but my words stop him.

“NOOOOOO” I scream out as i watch the man of my dreams floating, about to be dropped to his death. “PLEASE! I AM BEGGING YOU! DO NOT DROP HIM! I LOVE HIM WITH ALL OF MY HEART! YOU KILL HIM, YOU’RE KILLING ME! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS!!” My cries echo into the dark night. Peter coughs, looking down at me. Looking at my beaten face once more was enough for adrenaline to kick in.

Peter wraps his hands around the claw, pulling it open. He goes falling to the earth, but soon launches web at the Vulture. He pulls himself back up and punches him in the face. He wraps around his body and falls back to the earth. He lands on his feet as the Vulture falls. Vulture looks up at him and just smiles.

“I guess you ha-” Peter cuts him off by punching him once more. The Vulture stands up and moves his jaw around. “Never liked you Parker. First my daughter, now Y/N.”

“Don’t you ever speak Y/N name. You do not deserve that privilege.” Peter spits his words at him. Vulture just laughs.

“I can say who’s ever name i want.” Peter starts running at him. “Y/N is better off with you!” And with that, Peter launches in the air, sending web down to wrap around the Vultures legs. He lifts him into the air and flings him. The metal hitting concrete rang loudly in my ears as i watches sparks go flying everywhere. His wings go flying off in some direction.

“Is that the best you’ve got!” Vulture calls, huffing as he tries to stand up. Peter runs to him once more, launching himself again. He lands hard on Vultures chest. Peter lays punch after punch into his face till he was a bloody mess. Peter starts to slow down as Liz’s dad stops fighting him.

“Don’t ever piss me off.” Peter says tiredly as he steps off of Liz’s dad's chest. Liz’s dad lays motionless as he tries to regain his breathing. “And don’t ever touch, think, or speak about Y/N ever again.”

Sirens start to roar as the draw nearer to the site of the fight. A few onlookers witnessed a massive flying, spark firing object in the night. It was alarming and a few people called the cops. But Peter already had me untied and wrapped around his body. I cry into his shoulder as he flings his web towards a building, taking us home.

Peter sits silently on the bathroom counter as i go searching for the first aid kit. I pull out a box and walk over to him. I place the box next to him as he spread his legs wide. I step between them and open the box. I pull out a few alcohol wipes and open their packages.

“This will sting.” I mumble as i look into his eyes. He searches mine. I press the wipe lightly to his forehead cut, Peter gasps slightly from the pain. I press a little harder, Peter cringing. He tries to sit still as i wipe the cut clean. He wraps his hands around my body as a comfort as i place the now bloody wipe on the counter. I open another packaged wipe and clean his cheek and nose cuts. He just clenches his jaw as i finish cleaning it.

“Y/N…” He mumbles as i push a bandaid to the bridge of his nose and his cheek. I leave his forehead wound to breathe and heal faster.  

“Peter..” I say as i throw the wipe away and close the box.

“We are going to have to talk about what just happened.” He says as i push his arms open and step out of them. I return the first aid kit to it’s rightful place and turn to him.

‘What is there to talk about..” I mumble as i try to push back the very fresh memories.

“I can see the broken behind your eyes, Y/N.” Peter says. I sigh as i feel the tears form again. I close eyes as a single tear streams down my face.

“Please just take the pain away.” I finally say, opening my reddening eyes. Peter’s heart breaks once more. I collapse against his chest as i start to cry harder once more. Peter’s arms wrap tightly around me, his lips pressed softly to my temple.

“I love you, Y/N. Till death do us part. For better and for worst. You are my world.” Peter whispers lovingly against my forehead. I stand there crying into his chest. “Baby, please.”

“I was so scared Peter. I thought i was going to die. Then when i watched him take your body into the air. I thought you were going to die. Too much death.” I spill as i look up at him with tear soaked face.

“I know. Fuck him! Don’t let this ruin you. Us. You are so important to me. When i heard your cries, i couldn’t die knowing i would be leaving the most important person behind. You are my everything. My light. My dark. My love. My world. My happiness. You are everything and more. I love you and that this is why i put a ring on your hand.” Peter says as he grabs my face softly. He wipes a few tears away. “Please. Do not let this tear you apart. Let me help you. Let me fix this. I know time will heal. But let me start the healing process. Let me show you how much i love you. How much i would be torn if i ever lost you.”

I sniffle a little as i search his eyes. I nod my head slowly, Peter smiling sweetly. Emotions were very high. So the moment Peter pressed his lips to mine, it turned into a tornado of movement and love as he walked me back into the bedroom, not breaking our kiss. I took my shirt off, tossing it. My bra soon following afterwards. Peter’s suit soon becomes lose, him shimmying out of it. He kicks his feet out of it, leaving him in his boxers. I pull away to look at the bruises scattered around his body.

“Peter..” I mumble as i trace one close to his collarbone. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles to my bruised wrists.

“In time it will fade. The pain will dull and then disappear. But this. Us. Is forever.” Peter says after kissing my other wrist as well. He backs me against the bed. I turn and climb onto it. Peter bites his lip as he watches me reach the pillows. I turn and lay back against them. He smirks as the bed dips under his weight as he crawls towards and up my body. He presses his lips against mine, wrapping a hand under my back. He picks my body up and pulls my body to press against his. My hardening nipples press agaisnt his warm skin, a moan creeping from my throat.

Peter’s finger slip under the waistband of my leggings, ripping them fast down my legs. I gasp mostly at his strength even after such a massive fight. He laces his fingers under the band of my underwear, pulling them less harshly down my leg. He smiles as he flings them over his shoulder. I press my legs close as i try to form some friction.

“Hey now.” Peter says as he places his hands on my knees. I relax as he spreads them open. “That’s more like it.” He brings his pointer finger down and just above my sex. I squirm at the thought at how close his touch was.

“Peter..” I groan as i try to push my body closer to his one finger. How the thought of one finger touching me made me needy, wet, and ready.

“Very Needy.” Peter mumbles as he finally gives in. He runs his finger from clit to the bottom of my slit. I moan as my head rolls back into the pillows. “So wet.” He runs his finger to the top of my slit. He then dips his finger deep as my juices wrapped around it. I moan once more as he pumped it a few times to help fully lubricate me.

“Ready?” He asks as he strips himself from his boxers. I nod my head as he aligned himself with me. He sunk deeply into me, fitting perfectly. We both let out sighs of relief as he sat still as we adjusted to each other.

He gave no warning and started pounding harder and harder into me with each thrust. This was a mission he was excited to fulfil. It was to make us each feel good. Thanks to emotions being high after tonight, his anger was motivating each thrust. He pounds deeper, harder, faster till i could feel him practically hit the bottom of my stomach.

“FUCK!” Peter moans loudly as his orgasim was starting to rush him. “FUCking DAMN IT!” He cries out. I clench the bedding under me, pulling it in every direction as the knot was building in my vaginal area. “I will fuck you so ha-hard that you ca-can’t walk!!!” He grabs my knees and throws them over his shoulders as he pounds even harder.

I am a moaning mess under him. But we all know what really helps a girl go over her orgasim. Friction. On. that. Clit! So i try to push my hand down my body, reaches for my throbbing clit. Peter watches my hand, swatting it away as his thumb gets the hint. He slams it against my clit, sending my nerves into overdrive. He jerks it into a perfect figure out as he was pounding relentlessly into me.

“Peter… I-i’m going to cum!” I cry out as the sweat beads ran down the crack of my back. I lift my back up, my toes curling as my walls constricted and throbbed tightly around Peter’s cock. The squeezing siding him over his edge. He thrusts deeply into me as his semen buries itself deeply in me.

Peter pants heavily as he pulls out his soft cock. He collapses next to me, our chests heaving. Peter smiles as he pulls me closer to him. He traces simple spaces around my back as i trace them around his bruises. My eyes start to dip as sleep starts to take over my very tired body. Peter kisses softly around my face before he kisses my lips tenderly. We hold each other as the healing process starts.

“I was hoping to break this bed in.” Peter mumbles tiredly, laughing after at his comments. I laugh as well, my eyes shutting completely.

“So i heard.” I mumbled just before sleep over took our bodies.

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aight so as a token of apologies for bein a ghost here’s another eternal wip of a kanadia pirate au, specifically this one (i am 2 shy 2 tag the creator esp since this is like, a wip). if they talk weird its bc i dont even know how people talk in regular english, let alone piratese. also this is pretty old

words: ~1400 | content warnings: alcohol and uh guns for a bit

Kanan stared out to the open waters with a small, content smirk. The day had been good to her, she thought to herself. It had to be some kind of record, how quickly and easily her crew slipped into the governor’s house and stole their mark that evening. Noiseless and hidden from busy eyes, it all was, just like their departure from the city pier and on to the next to drop her off just as simply. The skies, too, looked only to bear good news in the thinness of the clouds and favorable winds. For at least the next few days, sailing would be smooth and fast.

She glanced to the room that held her target. How many zeroes were on that bounty paper? Kanan couldn’t remember at the time, but it didn’t matter anyway. It almost felt like she was cheating, what with how effortless this heist was.

So, putting on a wide smile, she turned around and raised the bottle of wine in her hand. “To the governor’s daughter!”

Met with cheers and the sounds of clinking glass and metal, Kanan considered her crew’s little celebration officially commenced.

As the chatter grew, she walked past a few of the crates they used as makeshift tables, bouncing back greetings where she felt they were due, until she found the one where she knew her seat had been set aside for her.

“Captain!” Hanamaru called. “Thanks for the party, zura!”

Chuckling, Kanan took her seat on a small chair. “Much obliged. You two especially need to be celebrated this time.”

“How’s that?” Hanamaru said. “We did nothing so important, Ma’am.”

“On quite the contrary,” Kanan said. “Without your silver tongue and Yoshiko’s impeccable eye in the dark, I think by now we’d have a few of the governor’s gunships on our tail. In a way, it’s thanks to the two of you that the crew can even rest easy and celebrate right now.”

At Hanamaru’s side, Yoshiko gestured proudly to her eyepatch. “For my humble Eye of Shadow, Captain, the thanks should be to the Hellish forces that so graciously—“

“What she means is a humble ‘you’re welcome,’ Captain,” Hanamaru says. “Yoshiko left the Hell business behind with her last crew, didn’t she?”

“Actually, the evening winds whisper of a reawakening—“

“You’re dreaming, Yoshiko.”

Kanan chuckled, giving Yoshiko a fond shove. "Hell or not, we got her," she said. "Our year's worth of gold is asleep in the ware room, and we owe it to the crew. This celebration will be more than compensated once we make land at Tochiman."

"Isn't it going to get cold in the ware room, zura?"

Kanan shook her head. "I lent her my coat for the night before we locked her up, of course. She won't be able to leave, but it should keep her warm enough until morning when she wakes."

"Classic Kanan," Yoshiko said. "A real pirate's guile, keeping prisoners bound without locks or chains or rope. Can your coat double as a straitjacket?"

"N-No, nothing like that," Kanan said. "In fact, weren't the restraints your job, Yoshiko?"

"Um, no," Yoshiko said. "Captain, we've been out of spare locks, chains and rope since the ransacking at Homura."

Groaning, Kanan slapped her own forehead. "Of course. How could I forget the bears?" Eyebrows still knit, she took a swig of wine.

"Hey, it's no disaster," Hanamaru said, waving Kanan's problems away. "She ain't likely to wake until dawn tomorrow, isn't she?"

"True," Kanan said, the sourness in her face barely receded. "And besides, she's only a village girl. What trouble could she be?"

Someone from the crew tapped Kanan's shoulder. "Captain, the girl wants a word with you."

For an instant the wine bottle threatened to slip out of Kanan's grasp, but she supported it on the surface of the crate-table before turning her head back.

Behind Kanan, the village girl was causing a small scene, stirring the crew into a small, curious crowd around her, which she molded and cut through as her words and gestures allowed. "You have a captain, do you not?" she roared at them.

"Frankly, they are the only person for whom I have the time and patience. If I don't see the captain this minute, there will be an incident."

"I am the captain." Kanan walked through the small crowd. "What's the issue?"

Their village girl took only one glance—brimming with contempt—at Kanan before her face twisted into one of impatience. "I didn't know hooligans as blind as you could be qualified to captain a ship. Do you not see my dress? How your grunts have begrimed it with the litter of this sorry vessel? If you don't have a good reason for this mistreatment I will bring you and your lot to the judges."

"Bring us to the judges?" Kanan shifted her weight to the other leg. "Do you have any idea what sort of mess you're in right now? See, you're good as cargo on my ship at the moment, and we're sailing to Tochiman so I can collect the hefty bounty of 300, 000 gold coins on your noble head. So, if you want your conditions to be cozy until then, dame, I suggest you keep—"

"'Dame?!'" Now the fire in the girl's eyes had been stoked to a dangerous brilliance, and she took strong, heavy steps toward Kanan, who squinted at the change. "Listen well, you ass-witted oaf, my name is Dia Kurosawa, and if you knew a single damn thing about me you'd know I wouldn't tolerate a prick on my finger from the Devil himself if I believed I was undeserving."

"Well, then, Miss Dia, my name's Kanan Matsuura, and as the person in charge of your keeping, I won't have anything but your compliance."

Dia huffed. "Frankly I am astounded that you think someone of my status would—"

Click.

Dia Kurosawa had no choice but to quiet down, then. Not much else she could do when she was faced with the barrel of the captain's flintlock.

"Did I not make myself clear?" Kanan said. The steel in her voice was carefully measured. Her parents' ghosts would weep for her if she let the crew make light of taking to firearms. "Nothing less than compliance. Return to your cellar."

Dia was silent. She looked from the barrel of the gun to Kanan's eyes and back, slowly and considerately. "Is this a joke?" she said, and when in the next instant Kanan didn't answer she continued. "Are you seriously threatening to shoot me with that? Do you take me for an idiot?"

As if to punctuate her statement, Dia stepped forward and swiped the gun from Kanan's hands, which had grown just limp enough after listening to her speech. "Wh-what—"

"You look like a damned fool, you do, with a gun in one hand and alcohol in the other. My bounty was what, again? 300, 000 gold coins?"

Eyes steely and ablaze with anger, Dia took the gun in her cuffed hands and shot Kanan's bottle of wine, the bullet shattering glass and piercing through the wood of the floor.

"Now a bit of that gold will have to cover for your alcohol, and the round I spent to spill it, and floorboard repairs." Dia pointed the smoking barrel of the flintlock at Kanan. "Mind you, I've never fired one of these in my life, but if it means bringing hell into yours I'm willing to learn a few things."

Murmurs arose amidst Kanan's crew. She could hear Hanamaru trying to soothe the commotion, while Yoshiko walked up to her and whispered in her ear.

"They say we can just tackle her, captain," she said. "That she's a fool herself to think she can stand up to a whole crew of hardened pirates on her own."

But the issue was more delicate than that. Kanan could see in Dia's eyes that she meant every word she said, and in a way, Kanan believed in her. Those 300 000 coins weren't worth the Hell Dia Kurosawa could raise.

She really should've bought a few locks.

"It's not like we're going to be shooting you back," Kanan said to Dia. "You think us hooligans when you are the one who shoots first?"

Dia glared ice at her. "What courtesy do kidnappers deserve? If my freedom is stolen from me, should I not have the right to steal it back?"

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Title: Devil in the Details (ch. 6) Pairing: Cassian Andor x Fem!Reader Genre: Angst Warnings: Reader gets real fuckin’ sassy, physical violence, doctor visits(? is that a warning?), K-2SO takes NO SHIT A/N: Cassian isn’t actually in this one, it’s a lot of plot and character development. I mapped out like the next six chapters the other night, hopefully I’ll be able to follow them easily and keep this going for a long time since you all seem to love it so much lol. I TAKE THIS SHIT SERIOUSLY AIGHT YA GIRL GOES HARD IN THE MOTHAFUCKIN FIC I’VE NEVER BEEN ONE TO HALF ASS FANFICTION. Fun lil factoid about Carolyn: I actually had a developing stomach ulcer when I was 15 so writing about the whole experience was pretty easy lmao. Tag list: @badwolfandtimelords @geeky-girl-394 @princeofsassgard @the-glasses-are-my-disguise @wisestydia14 @seargantbcky @swviolinlorei @jedishrubbery (If you would like to be added or removed from the list please let me know!) Chapters 1-5: tumblr AO3

VI: Worried Sick

“I’ll never get it right,” you groaned, tossing the blaster to the side. The sound it made when it hit the concrete and skidded to a stop made you wince.

“These things take time,” your father replied, picking the gun up off the floor. At least you knew how the safety worked. “You’ll get the hang of it.”

“Dad, I thought we gave up on this stuff,” you sighed, “I’ve never been good at this, and I like working with the doctors. I don’t want to be a soldier.”

“I just want to sleep better knowing you can protect yourself, that’s all,” he replied, ruffling your hair. “I won’t always be around to kill the Space Slug under your bed.”

“Okay, I was five, and there was definitely something under there,” you laughed.

“I know there was, I killed it every night for two years,” he smiled, pulling you into a hug and planting a kiss to the side of your head. “Keep trying. It’s important to your mother and I that you can take care of yourself.”

You rolled your eyes and returned the hug, grimacing against the rough material of his jacket. No matter how many times you and your mother told him it looked ridiculous, he continued to wear it. In his head, powder blue was his color, and worn-out leather looked great on anybody. He was terribly mistaken.

“Sir?” someone said from the other end of the training room. “We’re ready for you now.”

“I’ll be right there,” your father replied, releasing you. “I’ll see you around, kiddo.”

It suddenly hit you that this was the last you would ever see of him. You tried to scream, to tell him to stop and stay, but no sound came out. Your lungs felt like they were filling with cotton, preventing you from speaking and suffocating you. He continued to walk away from you, having no idea that he would never see you again. You tried to run to him, but your legs felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and you couldn’t catch up to him. The moment the doors closed behind him with a loud thud, everything went dark.

You woke with a start, your instant reaction to reach for Cassian, but all you found was empty space. Your chest rose and fell at an alarming rate as you tried to come back into reality. The sheets had tangled themselves around your feet like boa constrictors and you kicked them away angrily, fully sitting up and pulling your knees into your chest.

It was always the same dream. It never changed, every single details stayed exactly as it had been that day. The only difference from the real thing was the realization toward the end, the moment when you try to stop him and can’t. That was the worst part; it was always the worst part.

Angry and saddened tears rolled down your cheeks, but you stayed silent. You were too drained to have a good sobbing session at the moment. All you wanted to do was let it all out through a few tears, then try to find a way to distract yourself. If Cassian had been there, he would have known exactly what to do to help.

He’d been gone for a week, no word on where he was or when he would be back. No one knew anything, or at least, that’s what they claimed. During your time apart, you’d begun to seriously worry about him, even if you were still upset with him. Because of your stress, your nightmares began coming back in full force.

If that wasn’t enough to deal with, you were also seriously convinced that you were pregnant. When you weren’t emptying the contents of your stomach, you were extremely agitated and on edge, and all you ever wanted to do was sleep. It could have been nothing, you figured, but it also could have been something, and you needed answers.

But first, you needed to take a walk.

Once you fully grasped reality, you crawled out of bed, your bare feet hitting the cold floor and sending a chill up your legs. You pulled on your shoes and slung your jacket over your shoulder then exited your room, walking down the hall as quietly as you could.

It had to have been early in the morning, because the temple was basically a ghost town. Only a few people were awake, mostly those whose jobs started earlier than others, and then there was you. A group was sitting at a table in the cafeteria when you entered, steam rising from the mugs of coffee in front of them. They glanced over at you when you walked in and grabbed an apple, placed it in your mouth, and pulled on your jacket. You were too tired to care about how silly you looked with an entire apple hanging out of your mouth; it was cold and you just wanted to go for a walk.

“Hey,” someone in the group said, “Where’s your boy at?”

With your back turned to them, you let your shoulders slump and you took the apple out of your mouth. Your exchange from the previous week flashed through your mind, causing an uneasy feeling to settle in the pit of your stomach. You turned on your heel and faced the group, striding over as casually as you could.

“Haven’t seen him since last week, I don’t know where he is,” you said, taking a bite from your apple. Maybe you should have looked as you did, you thought, because you bit straight into a bruise.

“That’s too bad,” he replied with a smirk, “Which one of you broke it off? Was the sex getting bad?”

You narrowed your eyes at his comment, your blood boiling in your veins. “Do you think that’s funny?”

“I take it that’s a yes,” he chuckled, nudging the person next to him. They didn’t respond, their eyes trained forward.

“Knock it off, man,” one of the others said, shooting him a warning glance. “She’s Cassian’s girl, he’d skin you alive if he heard you talking to her like that.”

“I’m no one’s ‘girl’,” you spat, “I’m my own person, Cassian doesn’t fucking own me.”

They all exchanged glances, but not the guy from before. He had his head held high, like he had something to be proud of. You wanted to punch the smirk right off of his face.

“Not the first time Andor’s had a hard time keeping a girl around,” he said under his breath, taking a sip from his coffee. “I guess the sex is that bad.”

“Like you could do any better,” you scoffed, shifting your weight. “How often are you getting laid, exactly? Because I’m getting laid twice a week, and I’m pretty sure Cass is better at giving head than twelve of you combined.”

You must have struck a nerve, because he stood from his seat, his expression having gone sour. He moved in front of you and towered over you, looking down at you like a bug. Refusing to let him intimidate you, you held your ground, mirroring his glare. Without warning, his fist connected with your stomach, knocking the wind out of you. You doubled over and stumbled back, holding your abdomen and trying to get your bearings.

He came at you and you looked up just in time to react, holding out your arms and shoving him back before he could come any closer. As he tried to register what had happened, you punched him in the gut as hard as you possibly could, and when he doubled over, you cracked him across the jaw.

Caught up in the shock of your own actions, and the throbbing in your hand, you didn’t have time to notice that he’d gotten up quickly and was already going for another hit. Luck was on your side, it seemed, when K-2SO appeared out of thin air to save the day.

He caught the man’s wrist mid-air and lifted him off of the ground with ease, looking him over curiously. “Cassian isn’t here, so I’ll have to take care of you myself,” he said, holding him up with iron grasp as he wiggled.

You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand at the sound of bones crushing and screams of anguish as K2 broke the man’s wrist and dropped him to the floor where he landed in a heap.  “If you’d like for the rest of your bones to remain in tact, I’d ask that you keep your distance.”

Members of the group were at his side, helping him up and starting to pull him away before he could do anymore damage. You watched with wide eyes as the scene unfolded, then turned your attention to K.

“Dude,” you said in a breathless voice.

“I know that you have your reasons for distancing yourself from Cassian,” he said, turning to face you. “But he’s asked me to look after you during his absence, and I intend to.”

“You knew he was going to leave?” you asked in disbelief, “Where did he go? When is he coming back?”

“I’m afraid I can’t say,” he said, “He refused to tell me.”

You groaned as your stomach made a noise of discomfort and you leaned over, anchoring yourself on a nearby table with your hand. Without even looking you could tell there was already a bruise forming.

“You’re going to need medical assistance,” he said, “Follow me.”

You sat impatiently, bouncing your leg as you waited for the doctor to return with the results of your pregnancy test. It was agony; sitting there in silence, not knowing how much longer you had to wait before you were given an answer. You wondered what Cassian would have been doing if he was there with you.

The doctor entered the room with a clipboard in his hands, looking up at you and the droid sitting next to you.

“The good news is, you’re not pregnant, and you didn’t break your hand,” he said, shooting you a friendly smile.

The words rang in your ears and angels sang. You weren’t pregnant.

“The bad news is, you’ve worried yourself sick,” he went on, “The bruise will disappear with time, but that’s the least of your problems. An ulcer is forming on the inner lining of your stomach. Nothing some antacids can’t help, but you need to stop stressing yourself out so much if you want it to go away. Take some time off to decompress so your body can heal.”

“I can’t just abandon my responsibilities because of a stomach ache,” you protested, moving to the edge of your seat.

“It isn’t just a stomach ache, it’s much more serious than that. Take time off. Doctor’s orders.”

He left the room and sighed in relief, leaning back in your chair. Okay, no baby, but you were sick. Sick because you were worried about Cassian. To be fair, the last time someone you loved left without saying goodbye, they didn’t come back, so you had every right to worry about him.

And you did love him, even after everything. When you love someone like you loved Cassian, those feelings don’t just disappear when something goes wrong. While part of you wanted to punch him in the face, the more rational part of you knew that it wouldn’t make you feel any better. The only thing that would make you feel better was sorting things out, even if you were the one who told him to stay away.

You could fix things, you knew you could. He just needed to get his ass home.

“Unfortunate,” K said as the doctor left, “Cassian’s always wanted to be a father.”

“I never really pegged him as a family man,” you chuckled.

“It’s one of his biggest aspirations, actually,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone, “He’s always liked the idea of having children, as long as I’ve known him, at least.”

An image of Cassian cradling an infant crossed your mind and you found yourself smiling. You could see him doing all kinds of things, from singing a baby to sleep, to rough-housing with a toddler, to patting a teenager on the back with pride. The warm feeling in your chest was replaced by an ache and you forced the images out of your mind.

The two of you left the medbay, but not before passing the man from that morning. He was sitting in the waiting room, cradling his wrist and glaring up at you both as you walked by. K took a moment to lock eyes with him before continuing on his way, making you smile. At least you had K to look after you, even if it was on Cassian’s orders.

You stopped at the top of the staircase leading into the living quarters and turned to K. “I think I’m gonna go for a walk, actually,” you said, “I’m not very tired.”

“The doctor insisted that you rest,” he replied.

“I will,” you said, backing away. “Just... later.”

Without waiting for him to respond, you turned and walked away, ending the conversation with a small wave. You weren’t dying, just in a bit of pain. You could take a walk; it was what you were originally trying to do before Captain Dickhead ruined your day. It wouldn’t kill you.

Granted, it was more of a hike than a walk. But you would manage.

Luckily, it was still pretty early in the morning, so the humidity hadn’t quite set in yet. A thin mist covered the ground and the sun still hadn’t come up yet, but judging by the pale blue color of the sky, you knew it wouldn’t be long before dawn broke.

You snuck into the forest and began your walk, taking your time to keep track of your surroundings and enjoy the early morning air. It was always so fresh and cool in the mornings. Since it was still early, most of the wildlife was sleeping, so it was eerily silent aside from the occasional chirp or squawk from the treetops.

When you reached the clearing, you sat in your usual spot beside the water atop the boulder, fiddling with the dirt and pebbles that covered the stone. The sound of running water helped you to zone out, letting your mind wander aimlessly.

You turned over a particularly round and smooth stone in your hand, running your fingers over its surface absentmindedly as you stared into the waterfall. There was a myriad of things on your mind, but Cassian seemed to be front and center, just like always. It was beginning to annoy you, just how often he infiltrated your thoughts.

The longer you thought of him, the more frustrated you became. The way he always smiled just before his lips met yours, his voice after waking up in the morning, all of the times he made sure you knew he loved you by saying it every other sentence, all of it made you angry; angry with him and angry with yourself. Your heart was telling you that he meant it all, that he really had been in love with you, but your head was telling you the opposite. The two were engaged in an uphill battle that neither was winning.

You flung the rock into the pond indignantly and dropped your head into your hands.

This was going to be harder than you expected.