#im just deep enough into this code to be really quick at throwing new things together

[thehardkandy]

gave my boss a progress update today and his response was "WOW" which i just found very funny and also hell yeah i am appearing competent at my job

[delicrieux]

☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN

y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.

─── corpse husband x reader ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 2.2k ─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand) 

author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!

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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it. 

Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.

Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge. 

But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.

Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”

You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.

But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too. 

Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.

That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view. 

You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”. 

Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.

Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.

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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”

Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.

“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”

While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.

r u dating sykkuno?

You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”

the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team

“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”

how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?

“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute. 

can i be adopted by ur parents plz

will you and corpse ever collab?!

You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.

Corpse_Husband: yes.

Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.

pack it up, sykkuno

More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets. 

“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”

we are prepared

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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.

y/n is a child murderer

“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”

take a break and go eat queen <3

“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”

Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance. 

“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?” 

The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over. 

“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”

Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”

“Your pizza came.”

“My what now?” You echo, confused.

“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”

“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”

Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.

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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”

If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae. 

looking hot, her message read. 

thanks, was all you replied with.

You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.

Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.

“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”

You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.

“Glad you liked it, baby.”

He was going to be the death of you.

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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707

more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

[quickeningheart]

Twenty

    The garage doors were shut, which meant either the gang was still out investigating, or it was later than Alley had thought and the Last Chance was closed for the night. She hoped for the former as she typed the security code into the panel on the wall, allowing the door to raise halfway before slipping under it.

    No such luck. They were all back. She wasn’t particularly shocked to find people still inside the garage; she was surprised to find that Chris and Chex were among them. She hadn’t noticed either of their cars parked on the street.

    “So, you totally blew off lunch,” Chex scolded as she bounced forward. “I was mad until I got your text. Man, that blows. I can’t believe—Holy hell what happened to you? You get into a fight or somethin’?” She stopped talking long enough to give the frazzled blonde a lengthy once-over.

    Embarrassed, Alley glanced down at herself, noting the state of her clothes, wrinkled and liberally stained with grass and dirt. She was sure her hair was a tangled mess, their braids long undone. She couldn't even guess where the elastic bands had gotten to; she strongly suspected they were still back at the lake. “Oh. Uh…” She felt herself blushing under the scrutiny. “M-My pet rat just died.” She held up the empty box. “Throttle took me out to bury her.”

    “What, did he try ‘n bury you along with her?” Chex jumped when Chris elbowed her sharply in the side.

    “Ignore the birth defect. She suffers from chronic Foot-in-Mouth Syndrome. I’m sorry about your pet, Alley.”

    “Uh, yeah. Me too. That bites.” Chex offered a sheepish grin. “Rats are cool.”

    “It’s okay. I feel a little better now. I was afraid I'd just have to dump her body, but Throttle helped me bury her under a tree. It was kind've therapeutic. He carved her name into the trunk. Even said a little blessing over her grave and everything. It was really sweet.”

    Charley and the mice exchanged glances, eyebrows raised all around. “Yeah,” Vinnie sniggered. “Real sweet of ‘im.”

    Now it was Charley’s turn to make use of her elbow. “You gonna be okay?” she asked her cousin, concerned. “That’s a lot of bad news for one—”

    “Holy shit, girl, is that a hickey?” Ignoring her brother’s exasperated sigh, Chex grabbed Alley’s sweater and peeled it back. “It is! There’s like a whole flock of ‘em!” She looked inexplicably delighted by the discovery, eyes sparkling with devilish humor. “Sooo … after burying your pet, I guess he decided to help distract you from your grief with a little wrestling and—”

    She was once again cut off by a swat from her brother. “Don’t be disgusting, Chex,” he snapped. “She’s a human! He’s a giant rodent! There’s no way they could—”

    “Says you,” Vinnie cut in with a derisive snort, stepping forward to sling a possessive arm around Charley’s shoulders. “From where I’m standin’, we can just fine, thanks.” Two jaws dropped, and Charley looked like she wanted to crawl into the floor.

    “You mean … the two of you are—” Chris choked out.

    “She’s my girl,” Vinnie confirmed proudly. “An’ I’m her mouse!”

    Charley just sighed and shrugged in a what-can-ya-do gesture.

    Chex’s shock slowly faded as a delighted grin reappeared. “Gettin’ frisky with the furries!” She nodded approvingly. “Dude, that’s hot.”

    Charley and Chris both choked. Vinnie preened. Modo looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. Alley kind've understood how he felt. She groaned and wiped a hand over her face. “Chex, really?”

    “What?” Her expression was all innocence.

    “I’m goin’ to bed.” Alley stalked to the garbage bin to dump the empty box into it.

    “Aw, come on, it was just gettin’ good!” Laughing, Chex moved to keep her from leaving. “What happened between you two while you were out burying things? And how come he’s not here?”

    Alley was wondering that, herself. Damned mouse, throwing her to the wolves like this… “Nothing happened,” she growled.

    “Your appearance would suggest otherwise,” Chex teased. “Come on, tell!”

    Alley shot a pleading glance at her cousin, who merely raised an eyebrow in return as a small grin twitched around her mouth. Clearly, she would be getting no help from that quarter. Huffing, she turned to stomp up the stairs, only to run headlong into a furry body directly in her path. Startled, she looked up to find Stoker standing over her, shirtless, with a towel draped around his neck. His fur was damp, clearly just from a shower. “Yes,” he deadpanned, expression droll. “Do tell us what happened while you were out tonight.” He stepped back to look her over, face darkening as he took in the smattering of love bites visible under the open sweater. He reached out to yank its hood until it slipped down around her elbows, revealing the bruises peppering her throat and collarbone and even further, vanishing under her clothes. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he took in the suspicious hole in her shirt, dotted with traces of blood. She could feel the hot flush spreading over her skin, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a crack and hide.

    “Did he attack you?” Stoker finally asked, voice deceptively soft.

    She gaped at him. “Do you even hear yourself?”

    “Yeah! She was obviously a willing participant,” Chex put in with a snicker. Stoker shot her an annoyed glance; she held up her hands in surrender and backed off, still smirking.

    “Nothing happened,” Alley growled, stamping her foot.

    “I can smell him all over you. Those bruises don’t look like ‘nothing’.”

    Blush darkening, she yanked her sweater closed and glared. “It’s none of your business, either way!”

    Chris shifted uncomfortably. “It’s getting late,” he muttered. “We gotta get back to the dorms or we’ll miss curfew.”

    “But we just got here! You were soooo insistent on coming out and making sure Alley was okay. What happened to helping her in her time of need?” Chex asked, pouting.

    He sneered. “Looks like someone already beat me to it."

    Alley straightened, shooting him a wounded look. “That’s not fair!”

    “Oh, don’t mind him.” Chex smirked. “He’s just pissy ‘cause his crush totally got laid.”

    Chris’s face slowly turned a deep shade of crimson. “Blow it out your ass, Connie,” he snarled over Alley’s denials. “I’m going back to the dorm. You comin’ or you gonna walk?” He turned to stomp off.

    “Wait! Chris…” Alley called after him. He ignored her.

    “Ooooo, touchy. No worries, I can catch a ride!” Chex shot Modo a hopeful glance, who in turn frowned at her, the very picture of fatherly disapproval. She heaved a sigh, rolling her eyes. “Okay, fine. Should’ve drove myself. Hold up, Spaz, I’m comin’!” Mouthing a quick “call me” to Alley, she turned to trot after her twin.

    Leaving Alley to face the wolves by herself. She gulped.

    There was a long, awkward silence, during which Alley fidgeted nervously and considered making a mad dash for her bedroom. Of course, Stoker effectively blocked her route up the stairs, but there was always the fire escape...

    "So," Charley began, effectively breaking the silence. "Can I take this to mean that you've become more open to inter-species relationships?"

    Alley pursed her lips, nonchalantly picking caked dirt from under her fingernails. “I’m no longer … completely opposed to the idea,” she mumbled.

    "How generous of Throttle, steppin’ up to help you overcome your aversion to our species," Stoker snorted, looking anything but happy. "Way to take one for the team."

    Jaws dropped all around. Modo and Vinnie exchanged alarmed glances as Charley sighed heavily and wiped a hand over her face, shaking her head.

    Alley calmly stepped up, hauled back, and delivered a clean uppercut directly to Stoker’s jaw.

    His head snapped back as a startled grunt escaped. The force of the hit caused him to stagger back a step or two, where he promptly tripped over the bottom step and stumbled backwards, landing right on his tail, sprawled over the stairs. He gaped up at the blonde, who stood over him with an evil glare, shaking the pain out of her hand. “You’re an ass,” she hissed, stepping over him and marching up the stairs. A few moments later a door slammed.

    He gingerly worked his jaw, rubbing the abused skin; he could feel the welt already swelling under his fur. Charley knelt beside him, her expression a mix of sympathy and amusement. “You okay?” she asked, shooting a scolding glance at Vinnie and Modo, who were trying (and failing miserably) to hide their snickers.

    He let his head rest against the step. "Been better," he sighed

    She grinned. “She clocked you a good one, huh? Need some ice?”

    He huffed, insulted. “What do you take me for?”

    She patted his shoulder. “I hate to say I told you so—"

    "No, you don't," he snorted. "An' I know. I had it comin'."

    She hummed in agreement. “I think you’ve probably got a bit groveling to do.”

    He chuckled. “Stuck my foot in it, huh?”

    “Sure,” she teased. “Your foot, your knee, your upper thigh…”

    “Okay, okay. Smartass.” A grin twitched his mouth and he tossed his damp towel over her head. "Think she'll forgive me if I buy her another rat?"

    "I dunno, Coach. Rate you're goin', you better make it a pony," Modo quipped, earning more snickers from Vinnie.

    "I think she'll forgive you if you offer a heartfelt apology." Charley tugged on a lock of his hair.

    "I was afraid you'd say that."

    "You do know what one of those is, right?"

    "Sure! It’s that thing where you tell your lady that you were wrong about everything in your entire life, an’ pray she won’t make you sleep on the couch for the rest of it.”

    “Oh, stop it.” Charley laughed and delivered a playful smack to his shoulder.

    He smirked and hauled himself to his feet, wincing when his back popped with the effort. He was gettin’ too damned old. His sleek black racer rolled over to him, and he hopped on with a grateful pat to the crankshaft.

    “Where ya goin’?” Vinnie asked. “Ya ain’t runnin’ away, are ya?”

    “Better let her calm down a bit. Word of advice, punk. It’s a lot easier to apologize when yer not too busy dodgin’ the blunt objects bein’ hurled at your head.” Stoker pulled on his wing-eared helmet. “‘Sides, I’ve got a few phone calls to make.”

    “You realize there’s a perfectly good phone right over there,” Charley offered, bemused.

    “Ain’t the right kinda phone, honey.” He gave her a wink before revving his engine and shooting out of the garage, barely missing the half-open door on the way.

     ~*~*~*~*~

    After convincing the guys to go to the scoreboard for the night, Charley found herself standing outside of Alley’s bedroom. She took a fortifying breath, knocked lightly, opened the door a crack to peer into the room.

    Alley looked up from her spot on the floor, where she was busily cleaning out the empty cage. “I’m not gonna apologize for hitting him,” she warned.

    “I don’t expect you to.” Charley wandered into the room and made herself comfortable on the bed. “He deserved a punch.” She smiled at Alley's surprise; clearly, she’d been expecting a scolding. “Don’t hold it against him, though, huh?” she added. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on anybody.”

    The blonde snorted and turned back to the cage. “Where is everyone?” she asked after a moment.

    “Dunno where Stoker got off to, but I sent the other two home. I suspect they might’ve gone looking for Throttle.”

    “They’re not gonna yell at him, are they?”

    “Of course not.” Charley shrugged. “Not like he did anything wrong. Right?” She watched her cousin for a few moments, before nudging her leg with a booted foot. “So. You and Throttle, huh? How long has this been going on?”

    “It hasn’t,” Alley muttered, dumping a tray of used wood shavings into a garbage bag.

    “He’s been spending an awful lot of time with you, hasn’t he? Not that it’s a bad thing. I’m glad to see you’re both getting on so well, actually. But…”

    Alley sat back with a sigh, running a hand through her hair. “It’s not like I went out there planning to seduce him or anything,” she mumbled. “We were just talking and then … and then he was kissing me and…” She flushed, glancing away. “I didn’t … hate it.”

    “So, he’s a good kisser, huh?” Charley’s eyes sparkled.

    The blonde shifted, blushing. “Well, honestly, it was kind’ve awkward,” she confessed. “I mean, he doesn’t even have lips! We didn’t quite … mesh.”

    “Soooo … he’s a bad kisser?” The mechanic’s lips twitched.

    “I didn’t say that.” Alley rolled her eyes, smirking. “Once we figured out what went where, it was actually quite—” She stopped, clearing her throat as her cousin laughed. “But then I had to go and bring up Carbine.” She sighed heavily, dropping the litter scoop and sitting back against the bed, drawing her knees up to her chest. “After that he got real quiet. Then we came back here. He dropped me off, and took off on his own. Said he had to clear his head.”

    “Hmmm. Probably feels guilty. At least you stopped when you did. It’d be worse if you’d kept going.”

    “I know.” She leaned against Charley’s leg. “But part of me wishes I’d never mentioned her name. Now things are gonna be all awkward between us and I don’t want that. I really like him, you know? I want to get to know him better.”

    “Well, the fact that he made a move suggests definite interest. What kind and how much is another issue.” Charley sighed. “Carbine is the problem. Those two have been together for a long time, but I know their relationship has been pretty rocky at times. They hardly see each other as it is, and now that she's been made general, I don't imagine it will get any easier. What with her being on an entirely different planet and all…” She shifted. “Fact is, he might just be lonely, you know? And if you've developed any feelings for him, he might be picking up on that.”

    “Oh, that makes me feel much better,” Alley grumbled.

    Charley grimaced. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—I'm just trying—” She huffed and ran a hand through her hair. “I'm not very good at this love advice thing, am I?”

    Her cousin offered a faint smile. “No, I understand. What you said makes sense, I guess. But what am I supposed to do now? Pretend like it never happened? I don't want to be just a convenient placeholder until he can go back to his real girlfriend."

    Charley tipped her head back. "Well, I imagine you and Throttle will have to figure that out for yourselves,” she replied. “Either way, I suggest having a conversation. Soon."

    “Yeah.”

    The two women sat for a few moments, lost in their own musings. Alley finally shifted, breaking the silence. “So, Throttle said you’d gone to the college to try and break into the computers.” She raised an eyebrow. “How’d that work for ya? Did you have to flee a zillion security guards?”

    Charley wrinkled her nose. “Please. Do I look like an idiot? I sent in backup.” She reached into her shirt pocket, withdrew an object and held it out.

    “What is that?”

    On closer inspection, “that” turned out to be a small mess of metal components, smashed microchips and hair-thin copper wires.

    "It used to be an electronic beetle," Charley explained. "But it sort've met with a little ... accident." She sounded perturbed.

    “You mean it’s like a robot or something?”

    “Mmmm. Something like that. It’s essentially a spy cam. It’s purpose is to plug into a computer and wirelessly download information to another hard drive. In this case, my laptop. That’s what I was trying to do last night. As you can see, it didn’t work out so well.”

    “What happened?”

    “The secretary spotted it. Thought it was an actual insect. She brought a book right down on it. Feedback damn near blew out my eardrum, lemme tell you.” Charley huffed a laugh. “And that was the end of that. It was a good test run, at any rate.”

    “Where did you even pick up something like this? Spies R Us?”

    “Oh, it’s just something I cobbled together in my spare time.” She gave a casual shrug as her cousin gaped at her.

“Cobbled toge—Charley.” Alley pinched the bridge of her nose. “You cobble together a backyard tree fort, or a quick fix for a broken table leg. You do not ‘cobble’ a technologically advanced … robotic … spy beetle!”

    “Sure I do!” The redhead grinned. “It’s just a prototype, like I said. I built it using spare parts. I needed to test it, and this was a good chance. Now I know its limitations. I’ll take them into account when I build an upgraded version.”

    “What sort of limitations?” Alley asked, curious.

    “For one thing, its signal range is too small. It only extends about twenty meters or so. I had to sit in a tree last night to get close enough to the third floor to maneuver the bug through my laptop. The commands weren’t getting through very well, though. It couldn’t read the order to disappear when the secretary showed up, which is how it got smashed. Good thing she didn’t look too closely and realize she’d just killed a robot. Adding working wings next time might be useful. It does climb walls pretty well, though.”

    Alley shook her head, impressed. “I dunno, Cuz. I think you totally missed your calling. Why are you fixing cars for a living, barely scraping by? You’re like a real-life James Bomb with all this spy crap! You should be making billions selling it to the government!”

    Charley hummed. “You know, I used to design bikes and stuff for small companies and private investors. Even had Washington sniffing around, expressing interest in my engines and a few of my weaponry designs.”

    Alley stared. “And?”

    “Martians crash-landed my hometown.” Charley grinned wryly at the blonde's expression. “I tried for a few months to keep working on my prototypes, but…” She sighed and shrugged. “The problem with private investors and the government is they’re all incredibly nosy. And they tend to be super paranoid about their investments. They wanna know exactly what they’re getting, how it’s all put together, what sort of equipment I use, where I get my parts… I couldn’t have the CIA poking around the garage with the guys constantly in and out. Three giant, talking alien mice would be just a little hard to explain. Not to mention where I acquired some of the more advanced components in my gadgets.”

    “Yikes. I see your point.”

   “Yeah. So, I just content myself with using my creativity to help out my best friends against the Plutarkian invasion. Little things like my spy bug will be a great help in the future. Once I perfect it, if we need info on Limburger's schemes, rather than putting ourselves in the direct line of fire, I can just send in a few of these little beauties to gather all the intel we need, safe and sound.”

   Alley scoffed. “I dunno, Charley. That's all well and good, but isn’t putting themselves in direct line of fire sort of what they do? Being the psycho adrenaline junkies that they are and all…”

   Charley snorted. “They might be. As for me, I have no such issues about giving my heart a few less attacks per month, thanks very much. Constant kidnapping never did sit well with me.”

Next

[kpopfanficsforthesoul]

Divine- Nana (Im Jinah) After School- Part One

- PART ONE - PART TWO - 

Plot: You’ll never understand how people can turn on their friends so easily. Some will do anything for popularity, like giving up all their kindness, loyalty, and friends… you just never expected Nana to.

Pairing: Nana x Reader

Genre: Resolved Angst, High School! Au

Author’s note: I was really inspired by SNSD’s Divine MV. You know, the Japanese ver. where the girl gets betrayed by a trusted friend? It’s kind of like that, except without the drama club and the teacher affair. Enjoy!

……..

They’re way too fragile aren’t they, These feelings that sway ever so lightly, I’m looking for the answer that disappears at dawn.

……….

“Alright, who’s next?” You asked from your table, purple pen in hand. You barely glanced at the person as they slid their book in front of you. You flipped to the inside cover and began to write a short message. Halfway through your signature, you were interrupted by the hand placed next to yours. It was bedazzled with red nail polish and graced with several flashy rings.

“Hello old friend.” The girl said. You looked up and nearly fainted at that familiar red lipped smile.

“Nana?” You asked, wide eyed. All the moisture escaped from your throat. “Is that really you?”

The girl removed her Prada sunglasses. You got lost in those familiar bright shining eyes. You had missed the comfort of their gaze. “It feels as if it’s been forever.” She said.

You nodded before quietly responding. “I didn’t know you were in this town…”

“We’re on tour right now.” she told you. “Wanna meet for coffee after you’re done signing autographs?”

You stared at your table. “Sure.” you muttered. She gave you a hopeful gaze before taking her book and walking away from your table. You couldn’t help but look at her back as she did so. Even though different garments on her affected her appearance, you know the Nana that you once knew was still underneath. You recalled upon your memories of her, the carefree innocence of newfound friendship. You wished for everything to be as it once was.

Before…

…………..

This starlight that becomes my guide Hey, I want you to tell me where I should go.

No matter how far away, even if I’ll be crushed I’m waiting for God’s will, this is destiny.

……………

“Kimchi Jiggae? Again?” Your best friend scowled as she linked arms with you. You took notice of her sweet scent wafting towards her as she rushed up to you.

“Well, the school gives so much money to the athletics teams that we end up eating the same thing every day.” You told her. “New perfume?”

She nodded with a small smile. “When my mom becomes the principal of the school, we’ll eat like kings.”

“Well until that day comes, my dear, we’re stuck eating this slop.” You said with a scowl as another student walked by with a bowl of today’s school lunch.

A couple years ago, you were a new student at this school. Not shockingly to you, you were practically invisible to everyone. Well, except the queen bees of the school who targeted people like you everyday. So you remained in the shadows, in the back of the classes, thinking you were alone. Until you met a beautiful girl in that very place. Jinah wasn’t an outcast, just a loner. You never understood why, because she was so pretty you thought she was a doll when you first met her. However, you quickly formed a bond, and soon became each other’s only friends.

You both sat down at your designated table in the back of the cafeteria, Jinah lending you one of her earbuds as you both picked through your lunches. It was quiet silences like this that you appreciated most, where you could just sit close to her and enjoy her company. Jinah was pretty much the first person to show you kindness and friendship in your life.

“You wanna come over to my house to study tonight?” She asked, pausing the music.

You set down your unused spoon and nodded. You both used “studying” as a code word to allow your parents to let you hang out so much. Neither of you cared about academics so much. You were more into writing and drawing on your own time, and she was more concerned with dancing and singing. Your mutual love of creativity is really what made you two such good friends.

…………….

So to speak, this small me is powerless against the raging waves that give their loud roars, but the sea will surely part and make a path for me.

……………..

Jinah’s long chestnut colored hair flew behind her as she thrusted into action with her routine. Moving her body with strategic and graceful bends of the arms and pairing them perfectly with her footsteps, all in perfect tune with the rhythm.

You nodded your head to the music from your place on the bed as you watched her. You couldn’t help but tap your feet. The song she arranged was a catchy tune.

You clapped your hands as she finished. “You’ve really improved since you started putting this together!”

“Really?” She asked. You never understood why she was so surprised to receive compliments. “Do you think it’s good enough for my audition?”

You rolled your eyes. “Unni, you’ve prepared for this your whole life. If Pledis doesn’t see your talent, they must be sight impaired.”

She smiled. “Aw, thanks Y/N!” She squeezed your shoulders in a quick hug. Jinah had wrote her own song, arranged it, and choreographed it for her audition tape. All she had ever wanted to be was an be idol. And by God, she would do all she could to prove her talent.

She sat down on the bed with you, throwing the pink comforter over the both of you. She grabbed her remote, turning on the TV. You had always loved her room. The pastel aesthetic, the sweet smell of her everywhere, the white floors…

You both sat together and began watching your new favorite drama, You’re Beautiful.

Atop the ground that grew cold, I’m going to walk barefooted, And your warmth will support me. You’re always by my side. I was born alone and yet. It’s as if I was bound to meet you. You know me more than anyone else does.

Jinah took a sip from her juice box, then pointed to the character on the screen. The idol character UEE was currently at a movie premiere. “I’m gonna be like her someday. A singer, a performer, an actress… you know she’s an artist at Pledis, right?”

You nodded, then looked at the floor as soon as her attention was back to the screen. You couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if Jinah really did make it into that company. She was all you had… but if she left you…

You were about to bring it up, but as you looked over at her, your heart sank. She was smiling, looking bright eyed at the screen as the idols in the drama started performing. Her eyes lit up at the thought of herself being in the same company as Sho-ee, or whatever the actress’s name was.

You couldn’t stand being a restriction to her. After all she had given you, you thought she deserved all the happiness in the world.

“Is something wrong Y/N?” She asked you, looking concerned.

You snapped back to reality. “Nah, I’m just tired. I should get going soon.”

“Alright, but you have to finish this episode with me!” She squealed. Your heart stopped as she rested her head against your shoulder. “It won’t be the same if you leave.”

You closed your eyes in frustration. Not at her, but the way she made you feel. To finally have a friend, someone in the world to care if you died without being obligated to, was the most comforting thing in the world. And… somewhere along the way, you came to love everything about Im Jinah. Her bright eyes, her comforting smile, her determination…

But you could never tell her that. Not only would it jeopordize your friendship, but her focus in life was to become an idol. You couldn’t help  but feel as if your friendship was like a train ride, and that you were just riding along for a temporary amount of time, that you would hop off the train as soon as it started going too fast.

As Jinah sighed at the beautiful Lee Hongki, you couldn’t imagine a life without her.

We can be divine…

……………

I was supposed to be scared of nothing And yet hey, I don’t want to lose you.

……………..

“Y/N!!!” A voice cheered. You look behind your shoulder, clutching your school bag. Jinah was running up to you, a huge smile on her face, chestnut hair blowing back in the wind. She engulfed you in a hug as soon as she reached you.

“What is it, Jinah?” you giggled, putting your arms around her.

She stepped back a bit, and waved a paper in front of your face. “Pledis accepted me!”

You squealed with her. Finally, her dream had become a reality. All she had worked for was paying off. “That’s amazing! Did they say what you’ll be doing?”

She let out a deep breath before saying to you: “They want me and two other girls to join Afterschool!”

You grabbed her into a hug. She was practically crying tears of joy. Everyone walked past you guys, giving disaproving side eyes.

“Quiet down, freaks!” Minah, the school’s queen bee scowled as she walked past you.

You rolled your eyes, quickly forgetting about the snide remark. Your mind went back to your friend. So it was actually happening. Everything will be okay. Jinah will still make time for me. We’ve been through too much.

You had to tell yourself this. You HAD to keep hope. You had to trust her.

I love you Im Jinah. Don’t leave me.

…………..

Until the day comes when the light shines Through the gaps in the clouds, I won’t say goodbye.

………….

“Yep, that’s her!”

“I can’t believe she went to school with us this whole time!”

“How did we not notice how pretty she is?”

“Or how talented?”

“I should become her friend…”

The things you heard this morning when you walked into the school yard echoed through your head. This was exactly what you had feared. A huge crowd was gathered around a bulletin board by the building. After pushing your way to the front, you saw it. A poster of three girls, wearing colorful outfits and expertly applied makeup. “Three new members added to popular girl group ‘After School!’” said the title. “Raina, Lizzy, and Nana!” Your heart stopped as you realized that the flawless face in the middle belonged to your best friend. She had never even told you about a photo shoot…

“Why are they calling her Nana?” you asked yourself.

You whipped out your phone to call her. After a few rings

“Hello?”

“Jinah, everyone knows! You have to-”

You were interrupted by a loud screaming crowd. As you looked over your shoulder, you saw all of them crowding around something. Jinah stepped out of the middle of them, smiling. You watched her hang up on your call, answering everyone’s questions and giving them autographs.

So this is what she wanted. She could finally live this way. You swallowed hard at the realization.

…………..

When various paths open up to me, I’ll surely remember this wish, The journey we both walked together.

…………….

“Ready for lunch?” You asked her as she emerged from the lunch line, waving goodbye to three underclassmen who wanted to befriend her. Gosh, these people never left her alone.

“Yeah, but I was hoping we could sit with someone else today.” She said with smile.

“Who?” You asked, worriedly. Nana may have become popular with the other students these last few days, but you still remained invisible. She was still the only person in the whole school who you knew and loved.

“Well… Minah.” She responded.

“Jinah, have you lost your mind?” You shrieked. “Minah and her squad have spewed nothing but insulting comments at every innocent girl who walks within five feet of them! Are you trying to befriend her?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s not a big deal Y/N. Her uncle works for Pledis, so I think it could be a nice relationship. I just don’t want her to put in any bad words about me. So, when she invited me to sit with her, I couldn’t say no.”

You shook your head, about to tell her all the reasons not to, but then something stopped you.

“Please… for me?” She asked you with a sincere gaze. Dang her and those comforting eyes.

“Fine.” you said sternly. Nana smiled and led you over to the shiny round table in the center of the cafeteria. She greeted the girls, then sat down in one of the seats. You were about to sit in the seat next to her, until one of the other girls put her Kate Spade right where you were about to sit.

“Sorry, but we only invited Nana to sit with us.” Minah said at the head of the table with a glare at you.

You looked over at your friend with a laugh. “Good luck keeping Jinah then…”

But she didn’t budge. She just sat there nervously. She finally looked up at you with pleading eyes.

Your smile dropped as you stared at her in shock. “Jinah… lets go…”

She shook her head. “I wanna sit with Minah…”

“You don’t sound so sure about that.” You told her.

Minah snapped her hand. “Are you really surprised?” All the girls at the table laughed with her, except Jinah, who looked nervous. “Yah, wake up, zero. Nana is an idol now. She’s got new people. So don’t be shocked when she’d rather hang out with higher class people like herself.”

You looked over at your friend. “Is this who you are now? You’re just Nana? What happened to my friend Jinah?”

“Y/N please, don’t be stupid…” she pleaded.

“No. I’m not doing this anymore.” You told her with a cold stare. “If you’re going to choose these jerks over me. The girls that used to bully us and call us names- then you’re the stupid one.”

Nana stared at the table. She swallowed, then said quietly. “Get away from this table Y/N.”

It hurt you. It hurt that you were in love with her and she was willing to give you up. For popularity. You could live with her being an idol. You could live with not seeing her as much. You could live with people bombarding her with friendly gestures. But this- no.

“Get away from my life, Nana.” you said coldly. And you left, not letting your tears spill until you reached the bathroom.

……………..

We’ll make that our proof, forever We are always one.

……………….

It had been weeks since you spoke to Jinah. Going to her house after school was now unheard of. During school hours she was with Minah’s queen bee squad and after school hours she was with her group mates from After School. You knew this from all the times you saw her on television doing interviews.

“The girls in this group are the only girls I’ve ever met to show me true friendship.” You watched her say with a smile.

After that, you’d turn off the TV and go right back to the way things used to be. Going to school to lurk in the shadows. To sit in the backs of the class. Alone. Only this time… no one was there with a comforting support.

You needed Jinah. But she didn’t need you. You loved her. But she didn’t love you.

‘Nana’ had quickly become the it girl of the school. She wore makeup, pretty clothes, and strutted through the hallways like some model on a Paris Runway. You felt like crying everytime you saw her.

In the hallway after your science class, someone caught your attention. “Yah, Y/N, you dropped your book!” You turned around to see Minah with her entourage. Nana stood next to her. All the girls had snide smirks on their faces, except for Nana. She looked like she was about to throw up.

You looked down. A book was lying on the floor.

“That’s funny, I don’t remember dropping it…” you walked towards it to get it. However, once you grabbed it, it yanked forward on a string, with you clutching onto it. You landed face first on the floor. Laughing erupted from the crowd of classmates surrounding you. Humiliated by a pathetic prank, you began to stand up.

“Now, everyone!” Minah declared, hands on hips, with an evil grin plastered on her face.

You saw a tear fall down Nana’s face, and then it hit you in the back of the head. Slime ran down your neck. You looked at the white shell at your feet. An egg.

More and more came, and just when you thought you were covered, Minah declared, “More eggs! Throw more at her!”

You stood there, staring at Jinah. She stepped forward to approach you, but two girls grabbed her arms and held her back. She swallowed, then relaxed. She gave up, and stared at the floor.

It was official. You had lost your best friend. She wasn’t going to be your support anymore. No longer would the comforting warmth of friendship radiate through your body. Never again would you cuddle up to her to watch kdramas and enjoy her company. The only time you’d see her would be on stage or in a crowd of popular girls at the mall. She had given up on you. She wasn’t going to help you. She wasn’t going to stand up for you. She was going to sit there on the side of the people throwing eggs at you.

“Next time think twice before you call our Nana stupid!” Minah sneered.

You couldn’t take anymore. You pushed through the crowd, running away as some still fired eggs at you. You burst through the school doors, not caring that you were leaving in the middle of a school day. You ran as fast as you could to your house. You never wanted to go to that building again.

…………….

Once we stand before the roaring waves What will we say we’re capable of? We’ll meet this distress With a gentle intimacy (Wow) I believe that we can be divine

……………..

You ran upstairs to your room and flopped down on your bed. Your tears washed all the egg off of your face. You looked over at your cork board with pictures on it. In the center was a picture of you and Jinah at the park together. You held the camera as she put her arm around you. Sobbing, you walked up to it and took it off the board to look at it. You remembered her. How she used to be. Her face was pretty without being overdone. She was warm and kind. She was humble and loyal.

It was then that you realized: Im Jinah was still your best friend. You still loved Im Jinah. Im Jinah was kind and warm. You knew everything about Im Jinah. But this new girl, this girl who joined in on torturing others, this girl who glued on false eyelashes and wouldn’t leave home without makeup, this girl who wore dresses and heels to school… why, you didn’t know her.

You ripped the picture down the middle and threw it away.

I don’t know Nana. You said to yourself.

How could this happen- why did you have to lose the only person you had? You felt unstable without her. You didn’t want to be alone. You wiped a tear from your cheek before breaking out into sobs.

I miss you Im Jinah. Please come back!

We can be divine.

Author’s Note: There will be a second part to this. Sorry it’s so long! This idea just suddely popped in my head. :p Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

-Marie 💗

[Masterlist]

[toddcowardd]

The Captain, The Pilot and You (Part One)

Rating: Teen-ish idk this is going to lead into smut so

Warning: dirty dancing at the end, lots of alcohol consumptions 

Paring: Cassian Andor x Reader (Eventual Cassian x Poe x Reader but this part is very cassian centric)

Summary: It's Valentine's day and you're lonely, bitter, and just got dumped. So what better way to spend it than at the rebellions annual party and get drunk! Little do you know that your drunken shenanigans with a certain pilot and captain will lead to something so much more.

Sometimes, being in the rebellion sucked.

Not that going to different places in the galaxy and fighting off fascist soldiers wasn’t cool because, well, it was. But, sometimes you just felt so lonely. Especially on days like today where it’s a literal celebration of romantic love.

You walked around the buzzing base after your latest mission debriefing, hands tucked deeply into your jacket pockets, eyes planted firmly to the floor to avoid seeing all the happy couples around you. The lovey dovey atmosphere of the base become far too much for you as you hurried off in the direction of your quarters.

There was a lot of excited chatter filling the air, some of the higher ups allowed for a party to happen later tonight in celebration of this cursed day. You’ve decided to skip out on it and lay in bed watching dumb holodramas all night.

Pathetic? Maybe.  But you weren’t about to get all fancied up only to be surrounded by happy couples the entire night before retiring to you room alone. You looked up around the base before disappearing down the corridor to everyone quarters. Couples everywhere and gods it even seemed like the droids on base had a partner. You felt like the only single person in the rebellion. That wasn’t true, there was some people who didn’t have a special someone like; Captain Andor.

You shake your head at the thought of him. Sure, he was handsome and amazing and incredible and courageous and friendly but, he’d never date you. He was in a committed relationship to the rebellion and nothing (or no one) else. He’d politely shrug off any romantic advance that came his way no matter who it was. There was no use in you trying when you already knew the outcome.

The door to you quarters slide open after you typed in your key code. Another potential partner could be Commander Dameron. He too was gorgeous, amazing, friendly, brave and other like adjectives. And unlike Captian Andor he was very willing to go into a relationship. The problem was that he almost never did because he was too busy bouncing around everyone. He just had so much love to give and would rather give it to multiple people over one.  

You flopped face down onto your bed. If you were being honest then you’d admit to having feelings for both. And that you’d want to date both (at the same time preferably). You knew deep down that that’d never happen. The chances of you defecting and dating an imperial were higher than that happening. The chances of you being a member of a family with strong jedi ties would be higher than that. Literally anything happening would have a higher chance than that. You turn towards the window, looking out to Yavin’s lush greenery. The setting sun painted the sky in a beautiful mixture of pink and purple.

That party would be starting soon.  

It was rather unfortunate for you that you aren’t going. Maybe by some weird twist of the force you’d meet someone there. Maybe it’d be Dameron or Andor. Or maybe it would just be someone else.

At least if you’d go and you were to meet someone, you’d hypothetically get laid at the end of the night.

Maybe.

You sit up and rethink your plans for the night. The pros of going would be; you don’t look like a recluse, you’d at least get some food and drinks out of it and you could possibly hook up with someone and maybe get into a relationship. Maybe. The cons were; you would be surrounded by everyone else’s love, you’d be alone, you could possibly leave alone and you might get food poisoning because the food on base is very hit and miss.

You look out to the window again, some rebels already in more formal clothing were making their way to the central most temple for the party. Perhaps you could go for an hour or two, then return to your room for your previously planned self-pitying and bad holodramas. You sigh and turn to look at your dark empty room.

“Well… why the hell not?” you mumble to yourself, getting up and making your way to the shower.

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You arrive to the party area roughly an hour later with a plan to stay for about 2 hours before faking tiredness and leaving while getting drunk in the process.

The majority of the room was dominated by a dance floor, filled with couples dancing every dance imaginable. You sigh bitterly, going straight to the bar area. The bartender looks at you with a chipper smile.

“What can I get for you Cap-“

“Something strong and alcoholic.” You grumble. He nods and turns to make your drink. The song shifts to a slower song as everyone in the room seemed to attach themselves together. You make a disgusted noise in the back of your throat. Gods, you hated this holiday. The bartender slides you drink next to your hands, you pick it up, downing it immediately.

The bartender looks to the empty glass them to you.

“Is everything alrigh-“

“Yeah, yeah” You cut him off with a hand wave. “Just keep ‘em coming.”

He nods and makes you another one, setting it in front of you. You pick it up, starting to drink it while surveying who else is at the bar. You get half way done when you see a familiar pair of tired eyes looking down into a full glass of alcohol.

You stare at him a bit, continuing to drink whatever the bartender puts in front of you. Your cheeks start to burn hotly. Cassian has drank half his drink but he refuses to look up from the counter. You head buzzes, you sip at part of your next drink, getting half way down to match his before you make your move.

“Hey Captain Andor!” You call out, the alcohol was making you loosen up and feel more confident.

He glances over to you, giving you a small wave back. You finish your drink, leaving the glass at your spot before going over to Cassian.

“What are you doing here Captain Andor?”

He sips his drink. “K said it’d be healthy for me to get out and socialize.”

“Socialize” You say while throwing up air quotes with your fingers. A small smirk dances on his face as the bartender sets another drink next to you. You start to drink it. “You’re droid wants you to get laid. He’s nicely telling you that you’re unbearably wound up”

“How many of those have you had Captain Y/N?” He asks amusingly, motioning towards your drink.

“Not nearly enough Captain Andor.” You finish the drink “I need at least a whole lot more as punishment to myself for talking myself to coming here” You glance to the bartender whose already making another.

“You’re here alone?” Cassian questions

“Well of course!” You groan “I’m always alone because I’m not all that pretty or charming.”

Cassian looks taken aback by your words. “Who says that?”

You throw your arms in the air “I says that! And my ex says that!”

You down another drink as the captain studies your sadden facial expression. “That Y-Wing pilot you were dating?”

You nod in response, not even questioning how he knew and/or remembered that. You start to sip at the next drink given to you by the bartender, whimpering a bit.

“He left me for that new X-Wing pilot that came a few months ago.” You slump onto the bar counter sobbing in your arms. “I leave for one mission and come back to all his stuff out of my room and them all snuggled up to each other! And I confront him about it and he says the pretty and charming stuff and im just so…. hurt by it all!”

Cassian pries the drink from your hand, setting it aside. He rubs small circles into you back trying to calm you down.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey listen to me.” He lowers his voice “He doesn’t deserve you and he’s wrong for leaving you like that, for saying you aren’t pretty and that you aren’t charming.”

You lift you head a bit and look at Cassian. “Do you really think that?”

He nods with a smile “Yes, I really think that.” He finishes his drink, motioning for another. You shyly grin back at him.  

Cassian takes your hands in his “Hey, you know what we should do?”

“Trash his Y-Wing?!” You inquire, face lighting up

“Mmmm no, we should dance.”

Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Dancing? With Cassian Andor? This had to be a dream. You stare at his face for any sign that this wasn’t real or some cruel joke. You found none.

“Okay yeah, l-lets dance.” You fumble your words a bit as he finishes his second drink. He grabs your hand and leads you towards the dance floor, as a more upbeat yet sensual song starts up.

He pulls you both towards the middle. Two strong hands firmly grasp your hips and pull you as close to him as humanly possible. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck so you wouldn’t lose balance. Cassian smirks as he starts to sway both your hips to the music. You sway with him, trying your best to keep up with his quick and slightly rough pace. The room felt hot or maybe it was just you. Cassian’s face was just a centimeters from yours, his forehead pressed against yours. His eyes stared deeply into yours as he continued to gyrate to the music with you. It was defiantly just you. You said nothing, you mind was buzzing with millions of different things but, all you could feel yourself doing was staring back to him.  

His breathe fans against your face while one of his hands travels down your thigh a bit. His fingers absent mindedly push up the hem of your dress slightly as he grabs you by the thigh and hoists up one of your legs. This maneuver pulls you even closer to him if that was even possible. You feel you face grow warm and red. His lips were just millimeters away from your and you so badly wanted to close the gap. But you didn’t, you bit your bottom lip and watched as his eyes glance down to your lips.

A second later he dips you down, causing you to gasp in surprise. He lifts you back up immediately, pulling you close to him once more.

“That was unexpected Captain” you giggle, dancing with him more expertly now. He merely smirks in response.

You two continue on with the song, getting slightly handsier with one another with each passing beat. By the time the song finishes your both panting messes.  You feel hot and sweat plastered up against Cassian and you have no doubt that he feels the same way. You grab his hands, prying away from him and leading him back to the bar. You get to your prior spots, staring at one another in utter admiration. The bartender sets down two drinks before rushing off.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?” You ask Cassian as you sip your new drink

He shrugs “Undercover missions to clubs and such. What about you?”

“Just now in an attempt to keep up with you” You laugh.

“Well you did a good job” He smirks again.

Gods that smirk was beautiful. You could really get used to him throwing it your way as often as he was tonight. You lean against the bar as he takes one of your hands in his, squeezing it lightly. A wide grin spreads across you face. Yeah you could defiantly get used to this

I HOPE YALL LIKED IT PART TWO WILL BE UP EVENTUALLY/SOON/LATER/IN A FEW DAYS :”^)))) 

I also hope the dancing was good idk that was my first time writing it soooooo

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