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hey-august · 5 months

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A Favor for the Captain - Chapter 1 | NSFW (Buggy x afab!reader)

Description: You expected to spend night duty alone, but your captain decides to keep you company. Together you enjoy some light hearted conversation and silly jokes, before Buggy asks for an unexpected, but not unwelcome, favor. Word count: Just under 2.5k A/N: This is probably just going to be 2 chapters. I have the next chapter outlined, so hopefully it'll be ready to post soon. Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x afab!reader, no use of Y/N, dry humping, bad jokes, pathetic and embarrassed buggy because he's bad at communicating. All parties are consenting adults.

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“Make good choices!” you called out to your crewmates as they streamed off the ship and into the night. It had been ages since any of you had free time and most of the crew chose to spend it in town, savoring goods and experiences that were sparse out at sea. Fresh food, endless alcohol, and sex with people you didn’t work with.

You, on the other hand, were stuck on the ship. Your freedom was clipped short when you were put on night guard duty. Someone had to mind the ship at night and it fell to the new recruit who didn’t know they should lie about already having plans. Secretly, you didn’t mind. There was supposed to be a meteor shower soon and this gave you an excuse to look for the shooting stars.

The dark and quiet night draped over the ship, a heavy blanket that muffled the soft crashes of sea. A soft breeze danced through the palm trees on the shore, moving them in time with the echoes of music and laughter that drifted from town. You were laid out on the deck, positioned to search the sky. Each pinprick of light was still in place, almost mocking you for remaining on the ship and not exploring elsewhere. As if you had a choice.

Lost in thought and drifting among the constellations, you missed the sound of footsteps approaching your solo viewing party. They moved in time with the sound of waves, a natural ability from someone bound to the sea. Eventually you realized that the feeling of being watched wasn’t pouring from the watchful moon and stars, but from a presence nearby.

Your captain broke into a grin at the sight of your panicked double-take. The first look expressed confusion and the second carried fear. Neither were emotions that were foreign to him, the pirate clown has seen both directed at him many times before. But watching your head whip around to confirm it was the captain and the way your eyes widened was downright comical.

Before you could scramble to your feet, Buggy crouched next to you. You sat up and surveyed his face, trying to assess how absolutely fucked you were. Honestly, it was hard to read anything past the fake smile painted on his face, but he looked more bemused than pissed. This could work in your favor.

“So…guard duty?” Buggy broke the silence first.

You cringed, unsure how to answer. How could you convince the captain you were on duty when you didn’t even hear him walk over? The guy wears heavy boots. On the plus side, he wasn’t wearing his coat full of knives, bombs, and other superfluous noise makers. Even still, that wasn’t enough of an excuse.

“What were you even looking at?” he questioned, each word emphasized by his mischievous smile.

“The stars,” you answered, glancing back up at the silent audience. At the edge of your vision, you saw Buggy also turn towards the sky. “There are supposed to be shooting stars, but I haven’t seen any.”

“Ever?” He turned his attention back to you. The question caught you off-guard and you shook your head.

“Damn, if I had the right prop I could make your night.” Buggy could see the gears turning in your head, producing a complete lack of understanding. He sighed disappointedly and mimed shooting at the sky before gesturing at himself. “Shooting…star…” It was so obvious.

You groaned and covered your face, not sure if your laughter was because it was actually a good joke, or because Buggy delivered the gag like it was. Satisfied with your response, Buggy joined you in sitting on the wooden floor and looked back at the sky.

Massaging the rest of the laughter out of your cheeks, you turned towards your captain. “Have you ever seen one? A real shooting star?”

“Countless times. They’re really a sight to see…the stars know how to put on a show.”

In the corner of his eye, Buggy saw you nod as he spoke, noting how you gazed at him a moment longer than usual. Normally the attention would make Buggy feel self-conscious, but the air between you two felt comfortable. It always did. Not that you two interacted much, but he picked up on your calm composure, even when he was wreaking havoc on the crew. Even now, as you eased yourself back into lying on the floor, you exuded a sense of peace. Moving naturally, as if you were hanging out with a close friend and not your boss. Maybe this was all conjured by the loneliness in his head. Still, Buggy indulged in the atmosphere. He joined you in spreading out on the floor for a better view of the sky and there you both lay, under boundless celestial nightlights.

“Do you know the names of the constellations?” you questioned, putting a pause to the relaxed silence you were sharing.

Buggy nodded and started rattling off celestial names while a disembodied gloved hand floated overhead, pointing out each group of stars. After the first few, he started adding in a few made up constellations.

“Big Richie, it’s a magnificent, fearsome, circus lion.” “The Big Top Tent! See how it encompasses everything?” “Oh, this is my favorite, the Genius Jester Hat! It-”

The last one was cut off when your chuckles exploded into full-fledged laughter, satisfying the clown. “Alright, alright, I get it,” you choked out and elbowed his arm.

Buggy summoned his hand back, suddenly, hyper aware of how close you two were. Shoulders touching slightly after your giggle-fest. Hands a breadth apart. Fingers so close they could touch if he simply reached out. Heat grew in the places close to you, as if you were setting him on fire.

You weren't aware, but you were doing it again. Consuming his mind, his attention. The way you always watched him - observed, really - interested Buggy. Occupying areas of his mind until there were days where he could only think of you. Think of ways to get your eyes on him. Your attention focused on him. Your laugh creating music for his ears. Your smile. Your lips.

There were also nights where the thoughts of you flooded his mind. At first he’d ignore them, believing it was a passing fancy. But they wouldn’t leave him alone. Every glimpse of you kept the tantalizing visions buoyant. Any shred of attention you gave him added to the relentless waves in his head, until he succumbed. He’d let the swell of endless thoughts and images consume his body until he was left shuddering and gasping your name in the dark. And now, that familiar tempest was brewing inside the pirate.

Buggy pulled his knees up, hoping the position would hide the bulge growing in his pants. Sure, he could leave, but he felt greedy. He wanted more. He wanted to stay close to you. To listen to your breathing. Feel the heat of your body…

“Captain?” Your voice snapped him back into the moment. He hummed an acknowledgement.

“I hope this isn’t too forward, but I’ve been wondering why you always wear gloves.” You nudged your hand against his, skin against fabric.

“Why? It’s part of my schtick. My role as a performing artist,” Buggy boasted.

“Mmm, part of your costume?”

“Exactly.” Buggy was pleased that you understood, but your next question tested that warm feeling.

“Are you performing now? Is this a bit?”

Buggy stayed silent. He held up his gloved hands, thinking about how to answer. To be honest, he wasn’t sure himself. It didn’t feel like a bit or a performance. There was something genuine here.

You watched as Buggy pulled off his gloves and set them down. So that was his answer. Seeing his bare hands felt surprisingly intimate. His nails were painted. Thankfully the dark night hid the blush overtaking your face. You copied Buggy and held out your hands. The two of you mimicking each other, palms raised to the sky as if waiting to collect the stars themselves.

Buggy reached over to grab one of your hands, remarking at how small it is compared to his. Other than the tell-tale calluses that all pirates have, his skin was soft. You liked how his grasp enveloped your hand. It was gentle. Cautious. Buggy liked how your hand felt in his. Warm and accepting.

Something was caught in the pirate’s throat. Words he knew he shouldn’t say, but would cause him to explode if he kept them contained. Buggy swallowed the nerves that threatened to shake his voice.

“I need you to do me a favor.”

“Yes, Captain?”

Fuck. Even though Buggy has heard those words from you many times before, this time it sounded different. Better.

“Get on top of me.”

You turned your head to see if you heard him right. Before you could ask and confirm, his detached hands were tugging and nudging you to move. Your body felt clumsy. It was in disbelief, trying to catch up to the thoughts running through your mind and the demanding hands maneuvering it into place. Nervous and confused, you straddled Buggy - trying very hard not to sit on him - and looked down. This was something you imagined before, but it was not how you expected it to go. Although Buggy avoided looking at you, choosing to scowl at a random area on the deck instead, the hands holding your hips told you that this is what he asked for

“Cap-”

“Don’t say anything. J-just…just do me this favor.”

He saw you nod in the corner of his eye. He finally relaxed his legs, laying them back down. The hold on your hips tightened and Buggy pressed you down, wanting you to truly be on top of him. You weren’t prepared for the hard object beneath you or for it to press back when you made contact. You jumped in surprise but Buggy kept you in place. Finally, he looked at you. His eyebrows were pulled into a frown and his jaw was tight. As expressive as the pirate clown was normally, this was one expression you couldn’t decipher. There was the usual frustration, but also embarrassment - or was it fear? - and want.

You let his hands ease you back down on to the erection trapped in his pants, sighing as it sat snuggly against you. Buggy’s hands kneaded your hips as he hissed at the feeling. While his grasp was gentle when he held your hand, the way he squeezed your body was not the same. He clung to you as if you were the last match in a dark room. Something he desperately needed. Something that would grant all his wishes.

Buggy’s cock felt so hard that it was almost painful just sitting on it. When his hands began to pressure your hips back and forth, you welcomed the movement and rocked in time with his hold. Whenever he throbbed against your body, you returned the gesture by pressing into him more. You knew Buggy enjoyed that sensation by how he groaned and moved underneath you in ecstasy. It was mesmerizing and you wanted more. Leaning forwards, you placed your hands on Buggy’s chest and angled your hips so that you could grind yourself against his entire length.

The unexpected pressure eased a low moan from the pirate. His eyes had been fluttering but now they opened wide to watch you. Fucking beautiful. That’s all Buggy could think at the moment. Your head was tilted back in bliss while little moans and whimpers slipped from your mouth. The way you worked your body on his, driving your hips against his cock, was far better than any meteor shower. Buggy felt himself get closer to the edge thinking about how your cunt was so close. Only a few measley layers of fabric kept him from ramming himself into your wet heat and fucking you until you saw stars.

You noticed that his cock was becoming needier by the moment, throbbing and twitching below you. Rolling your hips, you rubbed your clit against his hardness. The sensation rocked through your body, a terrible side effect of the delicious feeling which left you weak. Eager to chase the climax that was close, you wanted to ask your captain for help. Before you could get a full word out, your head was pulled backwards. A disembodied hand was entangled in your hair, drawing you into an arch. The change in position left your mouth open, but the tension prevented you from saying anything more. Unable to keep pressure on your clit, you felt the climax ebb away.

“S-shhhh, n-not a word,” Buggy groaned.

He knew he took advantage of his position as your captain and couldn’t bear to think about what you might say while he was exerting that power. It was cowardly and pathetic, but he was too far gone.

Although Buggy still had one hand on your hip, he started bucking against you. His movements were forceful and sloppy. When Buggy gasped and his hips stuttered, you knew that he reached his end. You squeezed your eyes shut and tried to imagine the lewd face he must be making. What his cock looked like releasing each stream of jizz. How it would feel in your cunt. Or in your mouth. What his cum tastes like.

Once Buggy stilled underneath you, he finally loosened his grip on your hair. Breathlessly, you looked at the flushed, panting, pirate before you. As the heat from Buggy’s climax dissipated and the load in his pants began to cool and clump together, he felt ashamed and sick of himself. He could barely look you in the eyes again. Giving into his cowardice, Buggy tried to ease you off of him before resorting to his devil fruit ability when he couldn’t quickly detangle your bodies.

“Wai-”

“Thanks.” Buggy spoke over you, still afraid to hear what you might say. What you might regret. He awkwardly picked his gloves off the floor before leaving, opting to have his feet walk away while the rest of his body floated. He already felt like shit and feeling the cold globs of sadness in his pants rub against him wouldn’t help.

And that’s where you finished the rest of your guard duty that night. It gave you plenty of time to think about what happened and analyze. And overthink. And overanalyze. That was an awful way to leave someone after using them like some sort of fuck toy. But…there was a part of you that liked it. He clearly wanted you. Or part of you. And you found that exciting.

Based on how Buggy practically fled the scene, you weren’t sure how things would be tomorrow. Still you couldn't help but think about what could have happened if you spoke up. What you wish happened instead.

#buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x you #buggy op #opla buggy #one piece buggy #buggy the clown #buggy smut #buggy the clown smut #one piece smut #x reader

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worldsbiggestnerd101 · 2 months

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tumblr just recommended me a mime bomb x reader fic… people are simping for HIM???

#em rambles #carmen sandiego #people are writing x reader fics for him and yet i can’t find a good carmen x reader fic on ao3??#him of all people???#jesus…

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perpetualcynicism · 1 year

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i am so, so tempted to develop a dark magical carnival or circus au with some of the genshin cast… not x reader necessarily, although you can imagine it that way if you want, but rather headcanons and short descriptions about their roles as performers in slightly uncanny acts.

for example, scaramouche is a marionette without a puppeteer; he’s made half of wood and moves jerkily like a puppet on strings, but nobody controls him.

there’s also mona, the illusionist who conjures up images from water and creates reflections and mirrors that make it seem like she’s everywhere and nowhere at once, disappearing from one end of the tent one second and appearing on the other side the next.

or you could go and see xiao’s act as leaps blindfolded across a tightrope, dodging flaming torches and balancing on his staff all the way. he never falls off the tightrope. ever. some say he has bird claws for feet, and hidden wings.

albedo is an option, too, turning caged doves into basilisks into harmless lizards, and even splitting himself into two copies of himself who work and talk and move in unison.

you can see baizhu, the contortionist who moves like a snake and has a forked tongue and slit pupils, whose assistant herself is a little frankenstein, who needs stitching up now and again so she doesn’t fall apart at the seams.

candace is known for hypnotism and psychosis, with a voice like smooth velvet. she sends people to sleep with her blue eye and reads their minds, sometimes even futures, with her gold eye, but never tells anyone just how much she’s seen.

they also have kokomi, the mermaid, who swims in a large, dark tank overgrown with algae, webbed fingers pressing against the glass to stare at passersby. sometimes she does tricks, like a dolphin, and is fed live fish as a reward.

yunjin sings and sends her audience into a trance. nilou is on the silks, twirling through the air like a sycamore seed. itto is a strongman with the horns of a demon, and has been said to ever shatter diamond. klee escapes a little cage before the bomb in there with her detonates. kazuha plays music on leaves and throws them like knives, pinning audience members to a board by the threads of their clothes. barbara mimes, and climbs invisible ladders high into the air. they say her voice was stolen from her.

yae miko organises the events and runs the carnival. yelan makes sure those who visit neither steal nor smuggle; those who do are never seen again. sometimes strange howls can be heard from cyno’s tent in the dark hours before dawn, after all the performances are over.

so come over, buy a ticket! visit the carnival tonight, because you won’t see the likes of it again! (we do not take responsibility for any missing persons or injuries that occur throughout the performances.)

#can you tell that i’m a fan of ‘dark (insert some magical thing)’ aesthetics #fairytales… circuses… carnivals…#i’m basically in love with uncanny fantasy #i have so many ideas for this circus oh my god #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #mona x reader #xiao x reader #albedo x reader #baizhu x reader #candace x reader #kokomi x reader #and so forth #this is not me abandoning my dark sorcerer au so don’t worry #i’m working on chapter four and it should be done… relatively soon #and this wouldn’t be a continuous series; rather a collection of scenes/descriptions and whatnot about each act and the general carnival

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bxttxrflybxddie · 1 month

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|Dating Mime Bomb|

a/n: GOD i love this mime skdjlsbdksbdks pls let me be self-indulgent lmao please enjoy

pairing: mime bomb x gn!reader

post type: headcannons

requested: yes!

word count: 750+

warnings: thieving, major fluff, brief mentions of past bullying, possibly brief mention of monogamy? (mentioned how you're his fav person), might make a pt. 2, or a drabble, or a continuation that isn't safe for minors lmao idk it's 4am!

Mime Bomb adores you! There’s no use hiding how you’re running through his mind all day. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t, since anybody could guess from the lovestruck expression on his painted features. He wears his heart on his sleeve.

He’s your biggest supporter, for better or for worse. He’s always up for tagging along on any mischief (preferably criminal) you’re up to. He keeps an eye on you since you’re his favorite person, but invite him anyway! It's the thought that counts!!

Working together on missions is a blast. (Both of you working for VILE or not.) Between romantic gestures and getting some needed alone time, the beautiful scenery changes the setting from an expedition to a date. Even if VILE doesn’t land their sticky fingers on a prized artifact, you and Mime Bomb never leave the area empty-handed. (You’re holding each others! And perhaps stolen property.)

Indulging in his interests is one of the best ways to make him feel appreciated. Get him some merchandise from a musical and he’ll reward you with either mimed kisses or a gift in return! You don’t need to tell him what you’re interested in, he knows from his pining before you two got together. (Tell him anyway, he’ll love that you want him to know your passions.)

Downtime is the best time. As much as he likes his mime getup, and how loveable you may find it too, Mime Bomb bare-faced in ordinary clothing is a beautiful sight. He can rub his face on your chest/lap/head/shoulder/etc. without worrying about redoing or transferring his foundation, you get a peek into his everyday style, and you can finally see how red he gets after flustering him.

Tease him, be relentless. He’s been bullied, picked on, and made fun of his whole life. He can take just about anything you give him out of pure experience. Lovingly satirize him but give him the space to do it back to you. Not only is this great for inside jokes between the two of you, but it’s almost healing for him. To laugh with someone instead of being laughed at is something he never processed since he was always the butt of the joke. It’s like rough-housing but with words and actions instead of physical contact. Physically tease him too, lingering touches and featherlight kisses make him swoon.

Kissing him, lipstick on or not, is an art form between you both. It’s sacred and cherished, with the everlasting fear that each lock of lips might be the last. Holding hands is also attached to sweet moments. Since he normally wears gloves, it’s not often you’re allowed to feel the skin of his palms or the bones of his knuckles. He’ll allow you to paint his nails, but he normally chooses black so prepare to stock up.

He does daydream about a future with you. Either by a continuation of your relationship now or maybe something big and new. He wants you by his side and him by yours through thick and thin. You’re his person; his rock, and he tries to let you know in every little shared moment.

Mime Bomb is arguably the stealthiest operative that VILE has had, which means that he’ll be completely silent without always meaning to. You’re jumpscared constantly, but you learn to get used to it since it’s an accident. Little do you know that he purposefully shocks you sometimes, he thinks it’s cute. He also lets you get away with a lot more than he should just because he thinks you’re adorable. Stolen items, deceiving others (not himself, to make that crystal clear), even possibly joining Team Red, He’s turning a blind eye. If your actions carry a heavy burden to conceal, he’ll expect a prize. (Date Night is now THRICE a week!!)

Unsurprisingly, not a bad significant other. What he lacks in experience is made up in enthusiasm. Your dear mime is a theater kid and a hopeless romantic, so he’ll sometimes pull actions or lines (nonverbally) from scenes of movies, musicals, and even a few shows. If you know what he’s referencing, act out the corresponding part to see him stumble before regaining his confidence.

He feels incredibly special that you’re in his life and your presence is doing wonders for his mental health. Knowing that someone is in his corner after so many years is a comfort he’s never known before. However, he’d like to learn and repay it if it’s with you.

#mime bomb #x reader #x you #x yn #carmen sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandeigo netflix #carmen sandeigo #x gn reader

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leorawright · 1 year

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How about Tigress and 3 other VILE students with dense S/O, who surprisingly good and making various plans and strategies?

Okay... I've chosen to add Mime Bomb, Paper Star, and Neal the Eel

V.I.L.E students with s/o who's plans always work

Tigress

She gets increasingly confused when you start designing a heist

She watches you plan out every single possible escape route and path to the target

After you finish, she agrees to the plan and, somehow, it goes flawlessly thanks to your planning

Afterwards, she congratulates you for a successful heist and jokingly says you should just plan all the heists from now on

Mime Bomb

He's always happy to go along with your plans once he notices how perfect they are

He knows others are suspicious due to you being a little dense normally, but Mime bomb makes some good plans himself and he thinks your planning is perfect

And when your plan goes off without a hitch, he'll smugly smile at the other students for not believing it would work, but you proved them wrong

Paper Star

She's never really been a person to stick to a plan, but after seeing you go over your plan she agrees to follow it

She didn't expect you to make such a perfect and detailed plan, but she'll gladly follow it if it's your plan

After it goes off perfectly, she decides to start following your plans and only your plans much to everyone else's annoyance

Neal the Eel

He's huffy about it at first because he wants to do his plan but his plan never works

But soon he'll concede to your plan because he can't get caught by the police again

And after it goes perfectly, he's surprised, but it's a good surprised

He'll then agree to let you make the plans more often than him even if he is a little salty because he thought he made good plans (he didn't)

#carmen sandiego x reader #tigress x reader #mime bomb x reader #paper star x reader #neal the eel x reader

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romanticbat · 1 year

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Draw I made of Mime bomb in lunch break today 💯

I am a proud "I draw with my finger" person

(I love this man so much, I have ideas of outfits for him and his expressions all doodled in the corner of my notebooks)

#mime bomb #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019 #mime bomb x reader #idk what tags to use #digital art #idk #I love Mime bomb #he's so silly #mime bomb's n1 fan

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pattysplaceofplaces · 2 years

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Imagine you’re a parent and your adult child mentions that they have a boyfriend now. You can’t help but be excited for them, your child lists off all their good qualities and you haven’t seen them happier. They stop over to your house to formally introduce you both. You open the door and see them

And a fucking mime.

#Carmen Sandiego #carmen sandeigo 2019 #Better than Neal the Eel 🤷‍♂️#Mime Bomb #Mime bomb x reader #Carmen Sandiego imagine #Carmen Sandiego meme #Carmen Sandiego shitpost #I had to I’m sorry-#Not sorry

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ichorai · 1 year

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live like animals ; kimiko miyashiro.

track five of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; kimiko miyashiro x gn!reader, frenchie x gn!reader

synopsis ; you and frenchie try to show kimiko how to have fun on a day off.

words ; 1.0k

themes ; fluff, mild comedy

warnings / includes ; mentions of fire/bombs, frenchie and reader get in a heated debate on stacking cards in uno, basically just domestic fluff

main masterlist.

“This is Monopoly,” you told Kimiko, gesturing out to the board game in front of you. You handed her a couple wads of money. “That’s yours. You can use it to buy land and houses. See, if you land on these particular squares, you have to draw a card and do what the card tells you.”

Appearing puzzled, Kimiko moved her game piece to the question mark and picked up a card without rolling. Frenchie winced, placing down his own fake Monopoly money.

“Eh, perhaps we can play something else—something that involves a bit less explaining, maybe?”

Relenting, you moved on to the next game, pulling out a deck of cards—Uno.

“Okay, okay, for this game, you just gotta put down cards that have the same color as each other, or it could be the same number,” you explained patiently, smiling at Kimiko as you handed her a few colorful cards to start out with. Forgetting to explain to keep your cards close to your chest, Kimiko splayed out her cards with a smile, pointing out that all of hers were blue, save for a single red one.

“Ah, mon coeur, don’t show us!” exclaimed Frenchie, dramatically flying his forearm up to cover his eyes.

Kimiko, worried she’d done something wrong, gathered her cards back in her hands and furrowed her brows.

“We’re not supposed to know what the other players have in their hands,” you told her, not unkindly, “it keeps the game fair and more interesting.”

After you dealt out a fresh set of cards, on the three of you played, glad that you’d finally found a game Kimiko could enjoy—until you placed down two sevens: one green, and one yellow.

“No,” stressed Frenchie, thick brows pinching together. “You’re not supposed to stack!”

“What do you mean, everyone stacks!”

“It’s practically cheating!”

“It’s not cheating! And how ironic, the man who builds bombs for a living is raggin’ on me for ‘cheating’ Uno!”

Crimson-faced, Frenchie shot back, “It defeats the entire purpose of the game! You either place the same color in one go, or you put the same number, you cannot place down two cards of the same number but different color—it makes no sense!”

The two of you burst into a heated argument between who was right, Kimiko glancing back and forth between the two of you with a baffled expression. After almost five whole minutes of bickering, cards were hastily shoved back into the deck.

“Fine. We’ll play another game,” you huffed, glaring at Frenchie and childishly sticking your tongue out at him. “Sorry, ‘Miko. He’s just being a sourpuss.”

“At least I don’t have to cheat to win the game,” hissed the man, accent thickening with his frustration.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring him.

“Here—why don’t we play Twister?”

Twister was also a disaster. Kimiko had nearly snapped Frenchie’s leg in half when she toppled on top of him, and Frenchie had accidentally kicked you in the face while he was twisting around to put his left leg on a red circle. All in all—it wasn’t the most pleasant of experiences.

“Alright… I guess playing games is a bust. You have anything else you wanna do, Kimiko?”

The woman’s expression lit up, and she tugged on Frenchie’s sleeve, miming cracking an egg open and frying it on a pan.

“You wanna cook?” he asked, grinning. “Sure—I’ve been meaning to teach you, anyways.”

The three of you filed into the dingy little kitchen, where Frenchie began pulling out ingredients. “We can make french toast. It is not actually French, but it will do for now.”

You were tasked with whipping the eggs while Frenchie showed Kimiko how to properly cut up the strawberries. It was all going smoothly—until the frying bit.

Somehow, Kimiko had ended up burning the toast with a pan that was far too hot. The two of you winced, telling her to try again. The second time, a small spark of fire somehow kindled aflame when Kimiko accidentally spilled some oil onto the stove. Hurriedly, you ran out of the kitchen to grab the fire extinguisher, yanking the pin out and spraying the white foam all over the fire, ruining the remains of the french toast beyond salvation.

Frenchie wiped some of the extinguisher’s foam from his brow.

“Well,” he said, huffing out a sigh. “Anything else you wanna do?”

The three of you settled on watching a movie. It was an old sixties film that you couldn’t recall the name of, but it had Audrey Hepburn and the characters were singing a song about being a ‘prim and proper’ woman, which seemed to completely enrapture Kimiko’s attention.

“You okay?” Frenchie quietly asked you when he noticed that you weren’t paying much attention to the movie.

Instead, you had your gaze trained on Kimiko—on her sweet smile, on her indented dimples, on the way the corners of her eyes wrinkled as she laughed.

“Yeah,” you distantly replied. “I’m just glad we got to spend the day together.”

Kimiko turned to you with a wide, toothy grin. She began signing, and you looked to Frenchie for the translation.

The man had his own warm beam pulling his lips thin. “She says thank you for being so patient with her.”

You reached over to gently take Kimiko’s hand in yours. “It’s my pleasure, Kimiko, really. It’s not often we get days off—what with Butcher sending us on missions every other minute and Vought looking out for us like hawks. It’s nice to just relax for once.”

“Cheers to that,” said Frenchie, sipping on a bottle of beer he had procured out of seemingly nowhere.

The three of you fell into a comfortable once more, fixing your attention back to the movie in front of you.

Not twenty minutes later, you and Frenchie had both fallen asleep, your dozing heads resting upon either side of Kimiko’s shoulders. She, however, stayed wide awake, watching the movie until the very last of its credits, silently mouthing along to the songs.

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tdinyomomma · 8 months

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TDI X Reader- Phobia Factor (Chapter Seven)

If you haven’t read: six

After the Killer Bass’s elimination we decided to go to the campfire and join them. Well there’s more to it but whatever. “What do you guys want? Come by to rub it in?” Courtney questions us with her hands on her hips. “We got some extra dessert after our tuck-shop party, thought you might want some.” Trent speaks for us as Beth jiggles the green jello in her hands.

“So, what? You’re just being nice?” Courtney rebuttals.

“Okay, Owen stank up our cabin and we need some time to air it out.” Gwen rolls her eyes and Owen farts. “Ew, dude.” Trent gives the big guy a look.

Beth then brings over the green jello to the Miss C.I.T. who ends up squealing, stepping back. “No!” She then collects herself. “I mean, no thanks. I’m good.” She politely declines the offer.

“What? Are you on a diet or something?” Duncan quizzes her.

“No, I just don’t like green jelly, okay?” She defends herself, Beth then goes past her and over to DJ, he gasps. “Snake!” Flipping the tray over. Cody bends over, grabbing the worm. “Chill, dude, it’s just a gummy worm.” He shows it off to the poor guy.

“Sorry for tripping. Snakes just freak me out.” He apologizes. “I feel you, chickens give me the creeps, dude.” Tyler comforts his teammate.

“You’re afraid of chickens?” Gwen asks in disbelief, Duncan chuckles. “Wow, that’s-that’s really lame man.”

“So suddenly, everyone’s having this big share fest by the fire. Like Beth went on and on about her mortal fear being covered by bugs. Harold’s afraid of Ninjas. Even Heather admitted she’s afraid of sumo wrestlers.” Gwen tells the camera, growing interested in each one she tells.

“What’s my worst fear? I guess being buried alive.” Gwen answers.

“Walking through a minefield… in heels.” Lindsay distresses.

“Flying man. That’s some crazy stuff.” Owen speaks up, shivering.

“I would never go up in a plane. Never.” Izzy holds her hands at her chest.

“I’m scared of hail. It’s small but deadly, dude.” Geoff expresses.

“Being left alone in the woods.” Bridgette says and Sadie sniffs, holding a wooden plank from the dock. “Bad haircuts.” Sadie cries out. “Oh, okay, I change mine. That’s so much scarier than a minefield.” Lindsay shutters at the thought.

“Having to diffuse a time bomb under pressure.” Cody scratches his cheek, then we all turn to Courtney.

“I’m not really afraid of anything.” She holds her knees to her chest. “Baloney.” Duncan coughs. “Oh, really? Well, what exactly is your phobia, Mr. Know-it-all?” She questions him, his face drops instantly and he glances around.

“Uh, Ce-Celine Dion music store-standees.” He slumps, holding his face. “Exsqueeze me? I didn’t quite get that.” Cody snickers, cupping his hand to his ear, I agree, covering my mouth as I laugh. “Dude, did you say Celine Dion music store-standees?” Trent chimes in. “Ooh, I love Celine Dion!” Lindsay excitedly admits.

“What’s a standee?”

“You know, that cardboard cutout thing that stands in the music store?” Trent clarifies. “Don’t say it dude.” Duncan whines, pointing to the other guy speaking, but gets ignored. “Kind of like a life-size but flat Celine.” I sit up straighter, holding onto Cody’s knee to stop myself from laughing.

“Shut up!” He covers his ears. “What about you guys?” He directs between Trent and I.

“Okay, well, I hate mimes. Like a lot.” Trent says, “Similar to Trent, clowns.” I boredly tell them, Courtney rolls her eyes at us. “All right Courtney. You’re afraid of something. Spit it out.” Trent orders and I nod but she sits taller. “Nope, nothing.”

“If that’s true you would’ve jumped during our first challenge. But you didn’t.” I then bend my arms, pretending to flap my wings.” “Shut up!” She shouts at me and I laugh.

Chris whistlers as we all give him our attention. I sit between Heather and Cody. “Campers, your next challenge is a little game I like to call. “Phobia Factor.” Prepare to face your worst fears.” He announces.

“Worse than this?” Leshawna lifts her food in disgust. “We’re in trouble.” Gwen mutters. “Now for our first victims… Heather!” A card flies into his hand and he reads off of it. “Meet us all in the theater. It’s sumo time!” She spits out her drink in shock. “Gwen you, me, the beach. A few tons of sand.” Her eyes go wide. “Wait how did they know those were your worst fears?” Lindsay asks, Gwen slaps her own forehead. “Because we told them.”

“At the campfire last night.” Trent reminds her, Beth and the blonde look at each other. He then comforts Gwen, rubbing her back as her head lays down on the table. I stare at them without realizing, my mind going blank as I go off into space.

Immediately getting out of it once Lindsay speaks again. “Wait, they were listening to us?”

“It’s a reality show, Einstein. They’re always listening to us.” Gwen sarcastically says.

I know I don’t like Gwen how she likes me but still being avoided and her bringing in the comfort of Trent as if I did something wrong hurts. I truly thought we were close friends…

“That’s like eavesdropping!” Lindsay pouts.

“Chef Hatchet, didn’t you have a special order for Tyler here today?” The muscular cook smirks, showing Tyler a fried chicken, the teen picks it up, he stares at it for a moment. Then he bites off the head and then an actual live chicken head pops up and Tyler screams in fear.

We go to the first thing which is for Beth, it’s a blow up pool filled with bugs DJ vomits just by looking at it. I cross my arms glancing over to Cody who was a worryful expression. For it being Beth’s worst fear she jumps right in. Coming out with worms all over her. “And Beth sets the bar way up there!” We cheer for our girl; she has a big smile planted on her face.

Lindsay and Sadie get wigs on their heads. Owen and Izzy have to go on a roughed up looking plane. Leshawna runs, screaming away from Hatchet who’s in a spider costume.

Next is Heather standing across from a sumo wrestler. “Heather, stepped up to the plate, scoring the Gophers their second point on the board.”

The wrestler comes running and the girl crouches down, the wrestler trips, falling off the stage.

Next was Gwen being buried alive, Trent comforts her, giving her a walkie so they could talk. I want to jump in and also comfort the girl but again… Not my place anymore I guess. She wants something I don’t.

As we’re moving onto the next thing, Trent runs past us. “Just talk to him bro and ask him to go away!” Chris yells after him. I tense up realizing I don’t know when a clown is going to come for me. I unconsciously grip onto Cody’s arm.

“Okay, then, we have 2 minutes before Gwen’s done. Cody, you’re up.” His eyes go up to the host after looking down to see my hands wrapped around his arm. He then looks back up to my face. “You got this.” I give him a thumbs up after letting him go.

We follow Chris to this trash bomb. I decided to stay with the boy, maybe helping him disconnect it. “All right, Cody This garbage bomb’s going off in exactly 10 minutes. Everything you need to know to defuse it is on these schematic blueprints.” Chris lifts up a blue paper he rolled out.

“What? No way! I can’t do this!” He exclaims, holding his head, clearly stressed out. “Then I suggest you find a safe place to hide, bro.” The host then throws the paper and I catch it before it hits the ground. “Later, dudes! Also, [Name]! Be careful.” He winks, walking away and my body freezes.

“Wait, you’re not gonna watch?” Cody questions. “No way, that’s a live bomb, dude!” He then runs away.

He turns to the trash bomb sighing. “You don’t have to stay, you know?” He takes the paper from my hands and I shrug. “I know but I don’t mind helping.” I smile motioning for him to pull the paper out so we can both read it.

As we’re reading the paper he speaks up. “What makes you so scared of-” I cover his mouth quickly. “Don’t even, it’s going to manifest it.” I whisper aggressively. “They could be a killer under that mask. Or- or, a kidnapper. And for some reason people just let them go to parties and carnivals.” I rant, not realizing one was right behind me. “[Name], you might want to start running then…”

Then that stupid clown horn squeaks in my ear and I scream, running away from Cody and the trash bomb. The thing laughs at me and I cry out in fear. “Stay away!” I take off my shoe mid run and throw it back at the clown. It stays hot on my trail and I run past the dock where Trent was soaking wet and Chris was sitting down controlling a cloud of hail following Geoff.

I notice Heather on the porch and wave more arms around. “Heather! Please!” I wail, going up the porch and throwing her in front of me, shielding myself from the clown that giggles, squeaking the horn again. “What- Let go-”

It stands on the bottom of the stairs. “Heather, please! Please, don’t make me let go.” I plead with her and she looks back at me, noticing the tears in my eyes. She rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips. “What do you even want me to do?” She questions and I squeeze my eyes shut, gently holding onto her arms. “Tell it to go away.” I mumble, she then walks down the steps, taking off her sandal. “All right, go away you stupid clown. Shoo! Get away!” She slaps it with her shoe repeatedly and it sadly puts its head down, walking away.

“Yeah! Go away!” I cheer, and then run up to Heather after I know it’s gone, embracing her tightly. “Thank you! I owe you big time!” I grin, before running off, not letting her respond to me.

An explosion occurs and I gasp. “Shit, Cody!” I run to the area where the explosion happened and he’s sitting on the ground covered in trash. “[Name]? Is that you?” He groans, his arms out since he can’t see and even though I’m disgusted I help him up off the ground.

“I’m so sorry, the clown was just following me and flight or fight, response you know? Heather luckily helped me but I’m still so sorry, I should’ve done something to help.” I ramble on and he tiredly laughs. “It’s okay, I really need a show though.” He sighs, taking the banana peel off his head. We make it through the forest and as we’re walking through he goes in front of me, still groaning from the pain of the explosion.

Bridgette then hits him, screaming before running off. He grunts, falling to the floor once again. “Oh my god, are you okay?” I ask him and he just lays there for a moment. “I’m fine, just- just give me a minute.” He gives up and I laugh.

After Cody takes a shower and I wash my hands we make our way to a pen where Chris and Tyler are standing. The Gophers all made it through their challenges.

“All right gang, we’re ninth inning. Tyler, for your challenge you need to get in this pen for three minutes with these chickens.” Chris unboxes a momma chicken with two baby chickies. “You can do it Tyler!” Bridgette shouts. “Yeah, unless you’re chicken.” Duncan taunts. Tyler ends up sitting down, cradling himself back and forth.

“I’m not sure we’re getting anywhere on this one.” Chris says boredly.

“Tyler, this is the last challenge. Quit being such a girl!” Courtney yells at the boy. “You have to do this or we’re going to lose!” Courtney rolls her eyes.

“Actually if you do the math you can’t possibly win.” Cody calculates then shows the calculator. “The score’s 8-3.”

“Not necessarily. We’ve got one more challenge set up.” Chris says.

“Who? It can’t be me. But I didn’t-” Courtney goes on confused. “You didn’t have to. We’re always watching you and your reactions.” Chris reminds her.

“I knew it. Didn’t I tell you guys, they were eavesdropping?” Lindsay angrily asks. “Oh, who cares? It’s not going to make a difference.” Courtney frowns.

“Let’s make this interesting then. I’ll give you triple points if you can complete it.” He tells her.

We now stand in front of a huge wooden pool of green jello. “You’re afraid of jelly?” Duncan laughs. “Shut up! Only the green kind. It’s like sugary, jiggly snot!” She cries out in disgust.

“You can face your fear and dive straight into this pool of jelly or let your team lose yet another challenge!” Courtney slumps, making her way to the ladder. “This is insane! I could seriously die doing this.” She climbs up.

“Oh this is just cruel.” Gwen says, “It’s probably warm by now! Warm green jelly. Snotty, bouncy, ugh!” She stifles.

“You’re not going to make me quit!” Courtney yells down. “That’s it, keep climbing!” Duncan smiles.

“She’s just trying to psych you out!” Bridgette chimes in. “Like you said, Courtney! It’s okay if you can’t do it!” Duncan shouts, I yell up a chicken clucking sound just like I did in our first challenge earning a scowl in response. Once she stands up on the board she thinks about it then covers her face. “I can’t do it! I’m coming down!” She yells, her team all lower their head in disappointment as the Gophers cheer once again.

“And there you have it! The Gophers won invincibility this week… Again!”

After everything calms down we all chill in our cabin, mostly everyone was on the boys side except me, Gwen, Heather and Lindsay.

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” Gwen huffs, standing up, stretching out her body. “Ooh! Me too, I’ll come with!” Lindsay grins, following after the goth girl. Gwen scoffs but opens the door for the blonde and they walk out. Heather then stands up and I raise a brow at her. “Dang you have to go too?’

“No, I wanted to talk to you about something.” She tells me and I put my book down, giving her my attention. “What’s up, Heather?” I smile softly. “You said you owe me earlier right?” She asks and I slowly nod.

“Well, before that, I want to apologize for my actions with the whole diary thing. And then by owing me a favor I’d like you to pretend to be my friend for a little bit.” She crosses her arms and I’m taken aback for a moment.

“Seriously?” I lean closer to her as if I didn’t hear her correctly the first time. “Yes, just don’t expect me to be all nice with Gwen.” She says and I glance around. “What’s the point of this?”

“Just- please?” She huffs.

“I-I guess? Just pretending to be friends?” I furrow my brows, her face turns a light shade of pink. “Nevermind-”

“No, no, I’m down, we can be friends.” I wink, then go back to my book.

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rrrosha · 2 months

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Small Fic! Thank you, @bxttxrflybxddie for the suggestion!

Mime Bomb x GN Reader

~700 words

((It's been a while since I've written anything so I hope yall like it!))

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Mime Bomb and yourself were currently on a mission in Istanbul. The mission was to infiltrate the Topkapi Palace Museum and take the Spoonmaker's diamond. It was an extremely rare piece of jewelry, being the fourth largest diamond of its kind, and Countess Cleo couldn't possibly allow something like this to be out of her grasp. Usually, it would be any other pair to be the ones going on a mission like this. But the faculty had a bit of a meeting and figured that Mime Bomb and yourself don't really get too many opportunities together out on the field. So out the two of you were on your plane to Istanbul.

Now, you were sitting on the edge of the bed in the nice hotel you two were staying in until it was time to go forth with the mission. The museum had been scouted earlier in the day, so the two of you were just killing time. Mime Bomb was miming something about his last mission. You were getting better at interpreting his charades lately, since he's usually pretty chatty around you more than anyone else on the team.

As he continued on, you kinda noticed something. 'Man, has he been wearing gloves this entire time?' you internally wondered. Now that you think about it, you don't remember the last time you've seen his hands outside of his gloves. Back at V.I.L.E, you were usually asleep by the time he took his makeup off since he normally stayed patrolling the halls. Honestly, it was such an odd thing to focus on, but you suppose you zoned out too hard because when you started paying attention again, Mime Bomb was staring right at you, eyebrow raised suspiciously. He then approached and sat beside you on the bed, giving a questioning thumbs up.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay! Sorry, I guess I'm just having a moment," you giggled, leaning back. He gestured, wondering if you'd like to talk about it. You pondered on it for a moment, genuinely considered asking him. After all, would it be such an odd request? He stared, waiting for any sort of answer from you.

"Is it alright if I see your hands?" you asked, earning even more of a confused look from the poor man's face. But he complied anyways, holding his white-gloved hands out to you. "Oh- no, I mean... Can I see your hands without your gloves on? Sorry, I'm just really curious all of a sudden."

This time he was a bit taken aback. Again, this wasn't really that strange of an ask, but no one really asked this of him before. He nodded, carefully pulling the fingers of his gloves before removing them entirely. You took his hands in your own and inspected them with cautious wonder. He actually had very nice-looking hands. A thumb swipe across his palms revealed his hands to be extremely soft. You turned them over to reveal short but healthy-looking nails.

Your eyes moved up from his hands to his face, and you were almost shocked at how you didn't notice how visibly teal his irises were. At this point, the mime was blushing. You couldn't see it on his face given the paint, but the tips of his ears were definitely red.

"Sorry, I.. hm..." You pulled your hands away, reconducting yourself. "You have really nice hands. A-and your eyes are really pretty too. I guess I just never noticed it before."

He beamed, grinning basically from ear to ear and covering his cheeks. He'd probably be kicking his legs too if his feet weren't already planted on the floor while he sat. You successfully managed to fluster the mime. And little did you know, he was actually quite grateful for your compliments. The only thing he was normally complimented on was his miming, or his general ability to stay quiet under any circumstances. It was nice to be complimented about himself for once and not what he can do, and he guessed it was something he never noticed he needed until now. He leaned in and gave you a great big hug. It wasn't something you expected, but you hugged back anyways, happy to make him happy anytime.

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klarex · 2 years

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I LOVE Ahsoka and I think reader caring about her is the sweetest thing! I don't know how the hell did I written it so long, but boy here we go..

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing?, injuries, teasing by Snips and Skyguy mostly, fighting, bombs if that even count, if I miss anything let me know :)

Summary: Anakin and Ahsoka need a back-up.

Paring: Obi-wan x Jedi! Fem! reader

Only a little?

Not my gif he is looking at me btw

Pov. Y/n

I was walking around a Star Cruiser, having nothing better to do.

- Master L/n!!!!

I heard someone shouting from behind me. I turned around and saw Ahsoka running my direction. When she catch up with me she stopped and tried to catch her breath.

- Yes, Ahsoka?

I asked, smiling.

I love this girl. She can always make me smile.

- First, my Master and Master Kenobi wanted to talk to you and they are waiting in the hangar. And second I wanted to ask you something.

I nodded letting her to continue.

- How do you do your super attack?

She asked waving her hands, trying to mime my super attack movements and we laughed.

- I will show you when we will get back on Coruscant, okey?

I said and she nodded. Her comlink started ringing.

- It's Admiral. I will see you later Y/n!

She said while running and waving me goodbye. I did the same and ran to the hangar.

I saw Obi-wan, Anakin and Rex talking. Obi-wan seem to notice me as he smirked and crossed his arms on his chest. I rolled my eyes and got closer to them.

- Hello Masters. Capitan.

I said and nodded at them. Anakin and Rex nodded back.

- I see your Padawan can be submissive sometimes, unlike you.

Obi-wan said still smirking. He stroked his beard with one hand and looked at his earlier Padawan. Anakin groaned.

- So what did you wanted to talk about?

I asked them putting my hands behind my back.

- Well... me and Rex have to go to the Admiral and make a new plan. So we will see you later Y/n.

Anakin said and walked away with Rex.

- So what now, General Kenobi?

He chuckled.

- Y/n.. stop with formalities when we are alone.

He said with a smirk.

- I see you have an amazing day today, Obi-wan.

I said with a sarcasm.

- It became better when I saw you. You want to go to cafeteria and eat lunch with me?

He offered me his arm and I gently grabbed it. We slowly walked to a small cafeteria and took some food and drinks. We sat down next to a table and shared a little chit chat.

- So how are you doing? We haven't talked in a while.

I asked.

- Mm... I'm fine. Nothing special.. What about you?

He said and put a spoon with a soup in his mouth. I rested my chin on my hand.

- Same.. I'm just bored lately.

- I see... maybe when we get back on Coruscant, I can keep you busy.

- Sounds nice.

I said with a smile and Obi-wan smiled back. I grabbed my drink and brought it to my lips, but I was interrupted by Obi-wan's comlink buzzing. He clicked a button and Anakin's figure pops up. He was defending himself with his lightsaber from blasters.

- Anakin, what's happening there?

- Ummmm... You know Master.. We have a little problem down here, and we might need some help!

- We will be there in a few.

Obi-wan said and stood up, pressing a button on his comlink. I stood up too and we ran to the hangar.

- We need to find Cody.

Obi-wan said and I nodded. I looked around and saw him standing in a corner, talking with another clone.

- Cody!!

I shouted and ran to him with Obi-wan following me. He straightened and looked our way.

- Yes sir, ma'am?

- We need you and boys to help us rescue Anakin.

He nodded and called for more clones and a few ships. Meanwhile Obi-wan informed Admiral about sending ourselves to help Anakin. He wasn't very happy with that, but thankfully he let us go.

When we started to take off, the ship shook a little, I tripped and fell on Obi-wan's chest. I felt my cheeks heating. I looked up at him and saw him smiling.

- Are you okey, darling?

If I wasn't blushing earlier, I'm definitely now!

- Y- yes, yes. I'm- I'm fine.

I stood up and dusted off my robes. He smiled and we heard pilot saying:

- We're gonna land soon. Be ready.

We waited a little and felt the ship land. The doors opened and we ran out off it, igniting our lightsabers and protecting ourselves from blasters.

- Anakin we are here.

I said to my comlink.

- Oh thanks Maker! We are on your right.

He said and we saw him, Ahsoka and clones running to us. Moments later we heard ships exploding behind us.

Great..

- We need to get to this cave and we will knock them out with rocks!

Anakin said and pointed at the cave inside a mountain on our left.

- You heard him, Cody! Let's go!

Obi-wan said with his nose scrunched and we ran deep inside the cave. When droids caught up with us we were defending ourselves with our lightsabers and slowly going backwards. I didn't see a rock behind me and I tripped over it. I closed my eyes already waiting for a pain to hit me, but it didn't come. I slowly opened my eyes to see Obi-wan holding me by my waist. I looked in his beautiful blue eyes, smiling as he was looking into mine, smiling too.

- Okey, you two. We have work to do!!

Anakin yelled and I immediately got up. We all closed our sabers and used the Force to push rocks on droids and close the entrance. It right away got dark and we ignited our lightsabers back on and clones turned on theirs headlights.

- We should get moving and find another exit.

Anakin said and we all looked around the cave. In the corner of my eyes I saw Obi-wan slowly sitting down. I turned to him and slowly walked his direction.

- Hey... You okey, Obi-wan?

I sat down next to him putting an hand on his shoulder and he hissed. I immediately pulled it away.

- I'm sorry! I didn't know- I-

- Shh... It's fine. I just got a little scratch..

He said calmly, putting his hand on mine. I looked at his shoulder and saw a hole and blood through his robes.

- I don't think it's that little.

I looked back at him and he smiled.

- I will be fine. No need to worry, Y/n.

He said as he slowly stood up. I was following him and his every move.

- Y/n.. I can handle this by myself. You really don't have to worry.

He said not looking at me and just going forward.

- I know...

I said quietly as we slowly made our way to Anakin and Ahsoka. They were arguing about something, but when we approached them they calmed down. Obi-wan crossed his arms on his chest.

- What was that all about?

Obi-wan asked.

- Oh, nothing. Just Snips can't follow my orders!!

- I already said sorry, Skyguy!!

They started shouting at each other again.

- Ahsoka, Anakin. Calm down!!

I shouted at them angrly and they finally stopped.

- Maker, can both of you stop arguing for a moment?!

I asked and they looked down with shame. We saw Cody and Rex, coming our way.

- Yes, Cody?

Obi-wan asked and looked his way.

- We found another exit, sir.

- Good. Now let's go.

He said and we followed them.

We slowly walked out of a cave to see that we are on a cliff and in front of us there are beautiful fields filled with flowers. Sun was slowly setting and the view was breathtaking. I was in total awe.

- It's- It's so beautiful...

I sighed dreamily. I looked at my friends who were looking at the view too. I saved the coordinates on my comlink.

- Sir. We have just got a map with marked droids army on it.

Cody said to Obi-wan and they walked away with Anakin. I slowly sat down on a edge of a cliff, still watching the view. I saw Ahsoka sitting down next to me and placing her head on my shoulder.

- I have never been to a place like this before..

She said and I nodded.

- Me too..

There was a comforting silence between us. Until I saw her yawning and closing her eyes.

- You look tired, Ahsoka..

I said quietly as she nodded. I put her head on my lap to let her lay down and rest for a little. It was already getting dark so I was sure we won't go anywhere and fight now. I gently petted her hair and face. She smiled and whispered a small thank you.

I smiled and looked back at the view in front of me. In the corner of my eyes I could see Obi-wan sitting next to me.

- We won't be going anywhere today..

He said quietly trying not to disturb Ahsoka. I smiled and looked back at her. Her breathing was steady and I could swear she was asleep. I looked at Obi-wan and saw that his shoulder was covered with a bandage.

- Felling better?

I asked, keeping my voice in whisper.

- A little bit.

He smiled.

- Only a little?

I asked rasing my brow and he chuckled.

- You are unbelievable...

He mumbled and I hit him on his side with my elbow, laughing.

- Ay!

He squealed and his eyes wided. He looked at Ahsoka, but thankfully she was still sleeping and he sighed with relief. I giggled and saw his eyes fall back on my face. My cheeks were light pink and I looked away. Obi-wan opened his mouth to say something, but was cut by Anakin.

- Is Ahsoka sleeping?

I looked at him and he crouched down, between me and Obi-wan.

- She is. She seem very tired..

I said softly and looked down on her. He stood up and went to my other side to pick Ahsoka up. He gently lifted her and slowly walked away from us. I looked where he was putting her and saw a little campfire behind us with clones, sleeping, chatting and eating. I smiled and saw Anakin laying beside Ahsoka and looking at me. He pointed at me, Obi-wan and a place to sleep across from them. I blushed and I saw him laughing. I looked back on fields with my head down.

Why can't I sleep with Ahsoka?! Of course he must know I have a crush on Obi and he is going to do that! Ugh!

I was overthinking and didn't even heard Obi-wan calling my name. Only his hand could bring me back to reality.

- Y/n? Y/nnnn!

I shook my head and looked at him.

- Are you okey?

He asked with worry in his voice.

Maker... why does he has to be this perfect..

- I'm fine.. Just thinking I quess..

I said and looked away from him. The sky was already dark and filled with stars. My eyes were searching for some known constellation for me. I gently lay down and watched stars. I couldn't find any constellations. I saw that Obi-wan was starting at me.

- You know it's rude to stare..

His cheeks became red as he looked away on a view in front of him. I laughed and patted a place next to my side.

- Come here..

He slowly lay down.

He isn't really relaxed.. I can sense it, but what if I...

- Obi.. Did you find any constellations?

I asked with a smile while looking at him.

- I did actually..

He answered, smiling back and his shoulders relaxed. He pointed his finger at many stars and tried to explain how constellations looks.

- I can't see it!

I said laughing.

- How can you not see it? It's right there!

He answered between his laugher. He pulled me closer to him and put his head next to mine. He pointed at the sky again.

- It's right here..

He said a little softer, almost like a whisper.

- And what was it called again?

I whispered to him.

- It's a Tookas.. It is a cute litte creature, but I'm not sure where it's from..

He whispered and nervously laughed. I giggled.

- It's okey.. I mean, you don't have to be a walking data pad..

He chuckled and turned his head to look at me. I turned on my side and faced him. Our faces were nearly touching. I took his hand in mine, locking our fingers together. He looked at our hands and then back at my face.

- Y- You know, Y/n... I think we should get some sleep. We need to be ready for tomorrow's battle..

He said softly, I frowned and nodded. We got up and went to our "camping place". A campfire went out and nearly everyone were sleeping, except sentries of course. Obi-wan looked around for a place to sleep and I immediately pointed at a small place across Anakin and Ahsoka's sleeping place. I slowly walked there making myself comfortable and lay down. Obi-wan looked around like he was nervous about this and I could swear he was searching for another place to sleep.

- Obi... please..

I groaned at him and patted a place next to me. He gently lay down next to me.

I'm so thankfull this place have a little grass on it, cause I swear if this would be rocks I would be up all night..

The cold breeze welcomed us and I shivered. Obi-wan noticed and put a blanket that lay next to us over me.

- Obi.. you have to be warm too..

I said tiredly and put a blanket over us both, bringing myself closer to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with a quick goodnight and a kiss on his cheek. I turned my back to him as I made myself comfortable. After some time I fell asleep.

•

I woke up by the sun and a sound of people talking. With still eyes closed and tiredness filling my body, I felt a nice warmth on my back and something squeezing my waist. I could feel some light breathing on my neck.

Oh.. kriff! This can't be Obi! How am I going to explain this?!

I slowly opening my eyes I saw Obi-wan's hands wrapped around my waist.

Yeah... great!!

I turned on my back and lifted my head a bit. I saw Anakin and Ahsoka laughing.

- Hello Y/n! How's your night?

I groaned at him and lay my head back down. Obi-wan's hands squeezed my waist a little. I looked at his face to see him opening his eyes.

Oh, Maker. I could get lost in this eyes..

He smiled and lifted himself up. Only to see his earlier Padawan crouching in front of him wiggling his brows.

- Anakin.

He said with clenched teeth and his nose scrunched. Anakin stood up and walked away with a laugh. I sighed and slowly bring myself up. Obi-wan did the same and took a blanket we were covered in and folded it. He put it in one of the clone's bag.

Clones handed us some food and we sat in a circle around a campfire, eating and chatting slightly. A friendly atmosphere was surrounding us all. I smiled at a feeling and took a bite of my sandwich. I was sitting next to Obi-wan and Boil. Ahsoka was sitting between Obi and her Master.

I stayed in my own world, listening to some conversations between clones and Jedi. Until Anakin said with a big smirk:

- So.. Obi-wan, Y/n... what happened yesterday?

I blushed and felt Obi-wan's hand taking mine in comfort. I squeezed it gently.

- Well... w- we were just talking and sharing our knowledge about stars..

I nodded not really being able to talk.

- Oh... I see...

Anakin said still smirking, but didn't ask more. I sighed with relief and took another bite of my sandwich. Obi-wan rubbed his thumb against the palm of my hand. I smiled and saw Anakin and Ahsoka looking at us, smiling.

When we all ate our breakfast. Obi-wan and Anakin showed us the plan to defeat droids.

- Okey. So first me, Obi-wan and clones are going to distract and fight droids on the main battlefield here.

Anakin said and pointed at a place between two mountains.

- Ahsoka and Y/n are going to get on speeders and destroy this big engine in the back.

He said and swiped his finger where we should go. I nodded.

- You need to be really careful, cause if you start an alarm the engine will close and you will be stuck inside with bunch of droids.

Obi-wan said with worry in his voice.

- Okey...

I said thinking. My head started filling with worry.

- So Snips, listen to Y/n and be really careful.

Anakin said to her and she nodded. They talked for a while and Obi-wan got closer to me.

- I'm sure you can do this, Y/n..

He said softly, putting his hand on my shoulder.

He must sensed my worry.

- I know I can..

I chuckled.

- But I'm just worried a little..

He nodded and sent me a comforting wave of Force. I smiled and put my hand on his which was laying on my shoulder.

- Thank you..

- No need too..

He smiled and we heard Rex shouting:

- Let's get to work everyone!

- We should go.. May the Force be with you, Obi.

I said and gently kissed his bearded cheek.

- May the Force be with you, Y/n...

He said and blushed lightly. I walked away.

- Ahsoka!! We need to go!!

I shouted and she ran to me. We jumped on two speeders and flew to the back of the Separatists' base.

We got off of our speeders little further from the base to not bring much attention to us. I clicked a button on the comlink.

- Boys. We are next to the base.

I said and looked around for any enemies, but saw no one.

Wow.. they are doing their job wonderful.

- Good to hear that. Good luck!

Anakin said and ended the call. Me and Ahsoka walked into direction of a base. After some time filled with silence, Ahsoka broke it.

- Y/n?

I hummed in response.

- Are you and Obi-wan..?

I chuckled, knowing this will go this way.

- No..

She nodded, but with confusion written on her face.

- We are just friends.. but I wish it was more...

I mumbled the last part, but she seem to hear that, cause she smiled.

- So you wish it was more?

She asked and I nodded slightly.

- I think it will be..

She said, smiling and looked my way with care. I smiled back.

- Okey. Let's focus on a mission, Ahsoka!

I said enthusiastically and we walked inside by the door.

- Hmm.. It's weird they don't have a code to it..

Ahsoka said and I nodded. I saw a small red line next to our feet. I immediately pulled my hand in front of her, making her stop. She looked down and saw it too. We took a big step forward trying not to touch anything.

When we reached the end of a hall, we saw a few droids and hid behind the corner.

- The Commander said to prepare the big, special cannon.

They said and walked away. Me and Ahsoka looked at each other and she pressed a button on her comlink.

- Master?

- Yes, Snips?

- You may have a little problem..

- We may? Like we don't have now..

He mumbled the last part.

- They are bringing a big cannon at you.

- Oh.. Maker! It's kriffing huge!!

He shouted.

- Get to work girls! We may not be able to get through this!!

Anakin shouted and Ahsoka ended a call.

- Let's get going.

I said and we entered the control room. I looked at a map and where engine could be.

- Here it is.

I said. Ahsoka and I destroyed a bunch of buttons and turned off a lever with power. We high five and ran away into the room with a big engine.

We turned right, right, left and maybe left again?

We are lost! Oh, come on!

- I think we are lost..

I said and Ahsoka grabbed my hand, dragging me behind her. She felt my confusion and said quiet Trust me. I nodded and we ran a little more.

Then we saw this huge engine.

- Okey, wait here. Look and yell if someone is going our way.

I said and jumped high with help from the Force. I landed on a scaffolding around the engine and throw some clock bombs on the engine and turned them on.

When I was about to jump down I heard Ahsoka yelling my name and lots of shooting. I immediately jumped down and ignited my lightsaber to help her.

We were defending ourselves from shots, but Ahsoka got shoot on her leg. She hissed in pain.

- Ahsoka!!

I yelled and ran to help her get up. I put an arm around her shoulder and swayed my saber to keep us alive. We quickly walked into a hall and I used the Force to throw some boxes at them and block an entrance. We walked into a small room next to a hall and I put Ahsoka down. I turned my lightsaber off and we stayed quiet as we heard droids behind the doors.

- Let's go and check all the exits.

- Roger. Roger.

We heard them talking and footsteps as they walk away. I sighed and saw a window covered in bars.

- Can you get out off this window, Ahsoka?

I pointed at a wall where window was and she nodded. I took my lightsaber and cut bars and glass. I put a box under a window and helped her get on it. I heard a buzz from my comlink, telling me there is only 30 seconds before blowing up the engine.

Ahsoka started to get herself out faster and I quickly followed behind her. When we managed to get out of the building we heard a loud bang and I immediately used the Force to push Ahsoka far away from this. I felt some big and heavy metal, rocks and Maker knows what else fell on me. I yelled in pain, but after some time I just blacked out from pressure.

•

I woke up to a feeling of a wind on my face. I tiredly opened my eyes and saw Ahsoka driving a speeder and her face was covered with worry. I sent a wave of comfort to her through the Force. She quickly looked at me and then back on a road.

- You did it.

She said and I chuckled, but immediately felt all the pain inside me.

- No... We did it...

She smiled.

- We are nearly there..

She said and I closed my eyes for a little.

When we finally get to place where everyone were waiting for us. Ahsoka wanted to help me get up, but Anakin ran to us.

- Oh, Snips! I'm so happy you two could make it! You saved us!

Anakin said, hugged her and helped her get to the medical clones. I smiled and felt a lot of dried blood on my face and pain to hit me again. I hissed finally letting myself be from being so strong in front of Anakin's Padawan. I was so focused on my current health that I didn't even saw Obi-wan running into my direction. His face was covered in small cuts with blood, dirt and dust. His robes were coated in dust and sand too.

- Oh Y/n! Are you okey?!? You don't look really good.. I thought I might lost yo-

- Obi...

I cut him off by putting my hands on his cheeks and pressing my forehead on his.

- I'm okey... I think I might just need a little bacta.

I said and he chuckled.

- I was so worried...

He whispered.

- I know...

I whispered back and pressed my lips against his. He was suprised at first, but moments later he kissed back. His lips moved with mine, almost like they belong together. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist as mine locked behind his neck.

- I love you..

I managed to mumble to him in the kiss.

- I love you too...

He said when we pulled away. I pressed my forehead on his again and stared into his beautiful blue eyes.

- Have I ever told you that you have beautiful eyes, Obi-wan?

I asked with a laugh.

- I don't think so..

He answered with a smile. We stayed like this for a moment.

- I should get you to the medical station.

- Mm.. you should..

I said and jumped in his arms, giving him a small kiss on his cheek. With a big smile written on his face, he slowly walked into direction of a small tent in front of us. Behind it the sun was setting and the sky was filled with a buch of pretty colors, just fitting this perfect scene.

I couldn't have find better time..

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