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BITCH, YOU KNOW I'M SEXY ᯓ★

━━ ❝ I'M NOT YOUR MOMMY, N★GGA! FIND A NEW HOBBY, N★GGA! ❞ wc. 5.4k

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : being toji's roommate, you finally snap after another night of not being able to sleep because of his damn late-night hookups. your house, your rules.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x f. toji, frenemies to lovers, smut, face-sitting + pussy eating, dumbification, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, playful arguing, hair pulling, size kink, begging, riding, unprotected sex (do not do this in real life omfg), dom-ish reader, sub-ish toji, lots of pet names, toji being an asshole, toji gets called a 'good boy' a few times

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's notes : toji toji toji, what am i going to do with you...anyways, this was super fun and i love these two so much and i need them to go out on a date properly at some point ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎

you love sleep. absolutely love and cherish it, even.

every night, you follow the routine you set for yourself without fail: hot shower, slipping into some comfy PJs, in-depth skincare, brushing your teeth, and then pulling your bonnet on.

nothing is better than slipping into bed, soft sheets feeling sooo good on your skin. yes, you absolutely love sleep.

except it seems that your roommate has no respect for your need for rest, considering how many times you've had to hear the high-pitched whining of women paired with the annoying thud of the headboard against the wall.

he better not damage the wall either, because he will be the one paying for it.

you both were...sort of friends, sure, but ever since you both graduated college, toji has been doing his best to get on your nerves. constantly picking on you, teasing you, or doing stupid shit that annoys the fuck out of you. especially whenever he leaves the fucking toilet seat up in the middle of the night.

and every time he hears you squeal late at night in the bathroom before shouting his name, he can't help but laugh.

eventually, it went from him just doing things to inconvenience or mess with you to this. and you were tired.

these nightly...activities of his need to be addressed because you are not letting a man of all things be the reason you can't sleep soundly at night. this is your apartment, after all!

it's a friday night and you just know you need to talk to him before you have to hear some woman fighting for her life of toji does...whatever he does that has all these women coming in and out of your apartment like it's a damn brothel...okay, well, it was the same two women, but still!

so that's how you find yourself, pounding on his door, sleepy, tired, and irritated in your hello kitty pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt, ready to get in bed and actually sleep.

"fushiguro, open this damn door," you command, fluffy slipper tapping on the floor as you wait for him to open his door. after a minute, you hear a groan and the shuffling of sheets before the door swings open.

toji stands in the doorway, only in a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips with an eyebrow raised as he looks down at you. you don't care how hot he looks, you want nothing more than to wipe that look off his face, hating how smug he looks.

"whaddya want? 's she here already? told 'er not to come for another 2 hours," he mumbles, scratching at the scar on his lip. you're silent for a moment, processing what he just said. "who......no. nononono. absolutely not, tell whoever you are expecting she is not coming into my apartment."

crossing your arms, you fix him with a tough look. sure, you know you aren't the scariest thing, especially in hello kitty pants and puffy slippers, but it doesn't matter! he is going to respect your wishes or...or else!

"aww, what's wrong, doll? can't sleep," he teases, voice low and sinfully smooth as smirk finds its way onto his face. "guess ya should've invested in those headphone y'keep talkin' about so much. can't help that 'm just that good that the girlies can't keep their mouths shut."

having you in front of his bedroom door like this...it's so fucking adorable to him, you were just so cute and didn't have a single clue, did you? complaining that he and his little playthings were too loud and keeping you up was not what he expected. but, toji won't lie, he's genuinely surprised it took you so long to finally say something.

it seems his little comment struck a cord, his smirk getting bigger when your eyes get just a bit wider in disbelief. man, you were so fucking cute like this, all angry and huffy.

"okay, first of all, those headphones are NOT comfy to sleep with at night. and i'm not dropping almost $400 dollars on something so that i can accommodate for you," you argue, stepping forward and jabbing your finger into his stupidly big chest.

no, seriously, why were his pecs almost bigger than your tits?

"can you please just let me sleep for one night, or are you that sex deprived you can't go a single night without getting your dick wet?"

whatever this new side of you was, he liked it.

"aww, sounds like little princess s' mad no one's fuckin' her right. ya not gettin' fucked good, pipsqueak? haven't seen yer boy-toy around lately anyways.

"god, that's—that's none of your fucking business, fushiguro, shut up!"

"make me."

you blink.

a moment passes...and suddenly, your eyes are sharp.

ah...he might've fucked up with those two simple words.

"...you know what? i will, you annoying fuck."

catching toji off guard, you shove him back, taking advantage of him stumbling to walk inside his room as you slam the door shut behind you. a light chuckle escapes him, eyebrows raises. "so, the little kitten does have claws," he says with a grin.

his little roommate seems to have grown a pair of balls. what is she gonna do? hit him with pillows, curse him out, kick him out? pffft, if you kicked him out he would know you needed sleep, you both have been friends for too long...right?

as toji gets slightly worried he might've genuinely crossed a line (a bit too late to realize that, he realizes), you push him onto his bed, standing between his legs.

oh.

oh, he...he likes you from his angle, looking down at him with a little bit of a pout on those pretty full lips of yours as you try soooo hard to look angry and scary. but how can he be scared when his roommate, the one he's been fucking his hand for, looks so fucking cute?

curly hair a bit frizzy and messy (he's surprised you don't have your bonnet on yet), smelling like cocoa butter and that strawberry shortcake body spray that haunts him at night. and now you're in his fucking room. he'd never be able to escape it now.

fuck, every time you came close to him, he just suddenly couldn't process anything except you...he needed to get a grip.

propping himself up on his elbows, toji locks eyes with you, playing off his surprise. "what's gotten into ya, roomie? so aggressive, might have t' call shiu to come get you," he attempts to playfully poke. the tension in the room grows when you start to massage your temples, trying to calm down.

in.

out.

in.

out.

in-

"well, if lack of sleep is gettin' you all huffed up like this, i gotta couple o' ways t' tire ya out if y'need."

"oh my god, y'talk too fucking much," you grumble.

toji opens his mouth, ready to make another smart comment but he's shocked into silence when you tug your pajama pants off. there's no fucking way this is real. toji knows he has to be dreaming and knowing he'd be waking up with a wet spot in his pants if he didn't wake up soon.

and...are you wearing hello kitty boxer briefs too? god, you're such a fucking dork, it's cute and it's only making him harder in his pants.

but all of that is forgotten when you hook your fingers in the waistband of those stupid looking boxers and drag them down those pretty legs and toji gets a glimpse of your cute, pudgy tummy and...and....

fuck.

he doesn't even get a chance to think, he's so fucking hard. you're fucking half naked in his room right now and he can't tear his eyes away from how soft you look, that little patch of hair (is it shaped like a fucking heart? jesus fucking christ, you were serious about making yourself feel pretty everywhere), god, he's so fucked.

"shit. someone's eager. just couldn' wait to-"

"i'm so sick of you," you cut off, pushing him down onto the bed, crawling up his chest. you give him a look, one that he instantly understands and he smirks, giving you a nod before you continue moving until your hips hover over his face.

the smirk melts off his face when he realizes how real this is. your bare pussy is literally mere inches away from his mouth, so close he can practically taste you.

he's not gonna make it out of this alive, is he?

when you see him about to open his mouth to make another stupid comment, you move, pressing your hips down onto his face, shutting him up. "you wanna use your mouth so much, toj? i'll give you somethin' to use it on."

toji's response is just a muffled groan, his eyes fluttering a little. his hands move up to grip your thighs to steady you and also keep you on his face. he hasn't even tasted you, but shit, you smell so good.

wasting no more time, his tongue hungrily darts out, desperate to taste you. the moment he licks over your folds, he's sighing, melting into the bed. you're so soft, so sweet and he hasn't even gotten a taste from the main source. pulling you down onto his face a bit harder, toji finally swipes through your cunt and he's addicted.

"mmh, fuck," he grunts, burying his face as deep as possible. what the actual fuck are you made of, he thinks to himself. you taste so sweet, he's getting so dizzy as he starts to messily lap up all the slick dripping from your pussy. he barely pulls away from you to breathe, taking just a second to part, his hot breath fanning against the wet mess between your legs before he dives right back in, his low groans resonating against your core so nicely.

toji slurps loudly at your cunt, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips up, the friction of his sweats on his cock a sweet relief. he's so sure this is heaven, thanking whatever god there is for making you snap to this point but then you start talking.

you sigh, hips gently rocking against toji's face as your eyes open to look down your body at him. "mmn, 's better," you purr to yourself, little sweet noises of pleasure escaping you as one of your hands runs through his hair, giving him an encouraging little tug.

"should i just give you my pussy every night so you let me sleep, toj," you coo at him, a smug smile on your face. he didn't even notice his eyes slipped shut, but he opens them, flickering up to meet your lidded gaze and see the pride swirling around your eyes.

has his roommate always been like this? toji doesn't remember you being so fucking sexy like this. sure, you've always been attractive, and he's definitely had a thing for you for a while. but never in his life did he think his sweetheart of a friend would be smushing his face into her soft cunt.

his response is a little nod and an increase in his tongue's movements against your sloppy pussy. his lips move to suck right at your puffy clit, and he swears nearly cums when you gasp his name and whine, pulling him even deeper by his hair.

his train of thought is completely destroyed, he can't think of anything but you, can't feel anything but you, can't see, can't smell, can't taste anything but you.

he'd kill a man if it meant being able to taste you like this every fucking day.

"ohh, tojibaby, y'look s' pretty eating my pussy...poor thing, jus' needed something to shut you up for a bit."

scratch that, he'd kill SEVERAL men if it meant hearing you sing praises like that while you grind against his mouth, practically suffocating him with your thighs.

it's addicting, the way slick is gushing out of you each time he kisses your clit before sucking on it, coating his mouth. toji knows he looks a wreck, but he doesn't care, not when he's got you on him like this.

"d'you wanna make me cum, toj?" you ask it so teasingly, tugging his hair again and making him moan. "you're makin' out with my pussy...such a good boy for me."

those two words are his undoing, a visible shift in his energy. his eyes are sharp, and he almost looks angry as he grips your thighs even harder. "yes, fuck, yeah, mama, i wanna make you cum all over my face," he growls, tongue unrelenting when it slips back inside of your cunt, a nasty wet noise filling the air as you keen. he's fucking you with his tongue so messily, like he'll die if he stops tasting you.

good boy. you called him a good boy.

the compliment made something snap in him, the need to devour you whole the only thing on his mind. he's not just a good boy, no, he's your good boy, and the thought of being yours makes a thick bead of precum to drip out of his cock and stain his sweatpants.

he's brought back when you tug his head back to look at you, that thick tongue of his slipping out of you.

"i don't want you bringing anymore fucking women in my house, fushiguro," you warn, glaring down at him. you're serious. if you see another girl come in here at 11pm, you might actually kill this man in his sleep and not in a way he'd like

"i'm so tired of hearing their annoying moans. if you need a pussy to put your stupid dick in, just ask me, you fuckin' idiot." shit, you usually never talk like this, but toji likes this side of you. the usually sweet and kind roommate he was so used to was no where to be seen, replaced with this commanding and no-nonsense woman who knew what she wanted.

he can't even deny, this side of you is such a massive turn on.

"promise you're gonna let me fuckin' sleep n' i'll cum on your pretty mouth, fushiguro. otherwise, i'm getting up and i'll call shiu and see if he wants a taste."

oh, fuck no. no way in hell is toji letting that smug bastard see you like this, best friend or not.

he desperately nods, just wanting you to let go of his hair so he can dive back into your sweet pussy, licking his lips to taste you again.

"promise, mama, no more bringing other women, jus' you, don't need nobody else but you, y'got my word."

"that's my good boy."

once you let go of his hair, toji dives right back to the task at hand like man possessed. his lips press against your clit, kissing it with little wet smacks before sucking it into his mouth. his tongue doesn't give you a break, flicking over it rapidly. your moans, god, your moans are getting so loud and so pretty, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you get closer and closer.

"c'mon, doll, please," he begs, a whininess in his voice as he massages your thick thighs, encouraging you to ride his face until you cream all over it. "give it t' me, give me what i wan', cum all over my face, baby girl."

feeling how you start to move your hips, a sweet little 't-toji, 'm gonna cum' falling from your lips, his hands grasp your ass as he seals his mouth over your cunt, sucking and licking desperately.

he needs it.

he needs you.

needs you so fucking bad.

feeling him mutter those words against your cunt makes you gasp and choke out his name, thighs squeezing around his head. "oh, fuck, toji, 'm cummin, baby!" your hands are both in his hair as you desperately hump against his mouth, body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

he doesn't stop, he keeps his mouth on you to make sure not a drop of your sweet cum goes to waste. he can feel it spilling out of his mouth, down his chin and neck. it's so messy, just how he likes it.

he watches you, how could he even think to take his eyes off you? you're so pretty, do you even realize how your hair got puffier and messier from your sweating, how a few of those tiny curls got stuck to your skin?

"g-god, fuck, toj, hoohmygod, your mouth 's so good, nngh!"

shit, you're pretty, so fucking pretty, what the fuck? god, you even cum pretty, toji's so fucked. why didn't he get you on his face like this sooner?

feeling your tremors start to subside, toji slows his tongue, switching to little licks and then to soft kisses against your clit, keeping you grounded as you come down from your high. the fact he didn't paint the inside of his sweatpants white is a miracle, but he knows the front is wet and stained.

when he feels you relax, toji guides you off his face and down to sit on his chest. he can't help the twinkle in his eye, grinning at you proudly. the bottom half of his face is a mess, covered in his spit and your slick. you like this look on him.

"has anyone ever told you that you've got t'most addicting pussy ever?"

you huff a laugh, urging him to move up further on the bed until his back rests against the pillows. he was so annoying, and you hated how attractive it made him. “you’re too awake for my liking," you sarcastically huff, giving him a sweet little pout that makes him feel a bit more things than he probably should.

tugging his sweatpants down, you let out a little noise of surprise.

ah.

it all makes sense now. no wonder those girls sounded like they were dying.

"toji, what the actual hell is wrong with you?!"

"don't get mad at me, ma, i didn't magically make my dick this size! i just got lucky!"

"lucky?! girl, this is a curse, how the fuck did those girls fit this thing in them?!"

"they didn't."

that makes you pause. they couldn't get him all the way inside? glancing down at his cock, heavy in your hand, as he helps to get his pants completely off, you're not surprised. but you could take it, right?

...guess you need to find out.

shifting your hips, you move to swipe his cock through your slick pussy, a smug look on your face when he sharply inhales. "i'm gettin' my revenge, pretty boy, for all the sleep you made me lose. 's late, anyways, yeah? don't we need to sleep soon?"

the head of his cock catches onto your entrance, causing you both to sigh in pleasure. this would be a stretch, but you're determined by pure spite from toji and those women keeping you up at night.

while you're teasing him, toji is a breath away from losing his mind. the sight of you taking charge, hair completely fluffy now from the humidity in the room, has his cock pulsing in your soft hand. he's so sure that you're not gonna be able to take it all in. shit, he's wondering if he should stop you, tell you he's gotta prep you first or else it's gonna hurt, but you use your free hand to grab his face, making him look at you as an evil grin breaks out on your face.

"i'm gonna put you t' sleep with my pussy. uhm, something something, call that pussy nyquil," you giggle, slipping the tip of his cock inside of your wet, tight little cunt.

melting, that's the best way toji can describe the feeling of behind inside you, even if it's just the tip. "jesus," he hisses, his hands coming up to grip your hips. you're so hot inside, your tight walls are so snug around him. there's no way this tight cunt of yours is gonna be able to fit him in, there's not fucking way.

despite that, he finds himself guiding you down onto him, trying his hardest not to buck up into you. but the sensation of your soft, gummy walls squeezing him so perfectly is making it so challenging to stay still.

"fuck, mama...shit," he groans, watching as he is sucked into your warm pussy. once you get halfway, he expects you to stop, and that's usually where they all do. he was fine with that, more than fine, because he's never been inside someone so fucking tight.

but then, you raise your hips until just the tip is inside, and with a devious little giggle, you slam your hips down, gasping when you get him in all the way. damn, you realize it was a stupid idea, the stretch making you feel almost sick, but the reaction you get out of toji is worth it.

his head falls back against the headboard, and he whimpers, eyes rolling back into his skull, his lip pulled between his teeth as he tries to relearn how to think.

“i'm gonna make you cum and ‘m gonna fuck you stupid for not letting me sleep, fushiguro.” giving yourself a bit to get used to his size, you slowly started moving, seeing what angle worked best for you.

meg the stallion, i'm gonna make you proud of me, you think with a little smirk before you steady yourself with your hands on his chest and start to bounce your hips, your cute little threat only making his cock throb inside you.

"'m gonna make you regret bein' an asshole to your pretty roommate, pretty boy."

it doesn't take long for it to get messy, for it to get so fucking sloppy and noisy. each time you bring your hips down, the room is filled with a wet smack. you've really made a mess out of him, your sticky wet coating his fat cock and his lap, thick strands of it connecting you to him with each raise of your hips before you bring them right back down.

toji can't breathe, finally tilting his head back up as his eyes are glued to where his cock slips in and out of you. you're taking him, taking all of him into your sticky cunt and, shit, he thinks he might die like this.

"fuck, fuck, mama, c'mon, don' do this t' me, relax, please, fuckin' strangling my cock, oh my god—"

he's whining, it's so cute. who knew you could get toji fushiguro, mr. tough guy, to crumble under you like this so easily? it's so wet and gushy, the sound of your thick body smacking back down on his only making his insides twist in pleasure. he can feel how fucking wet you are, dripping down his cock, down his balls, it's so unfair.

"tojiii, talk t' me," you coo at him, your sweet voice bringing him back. "don't tell me my pussy's making you dumb already, jus' started."

you did, you're literally fucking him dumb, and he doesn't know what to do or what to say, but hearing you say his name like that in-between moans as you bounce your hips up and down his throbbing shaft has his babbling in an instant.

"god, this cunt 's perfect, baby, s' fucking perfect."

“yeah? y’like my pussy, toj? like my pretty cunt creaming on you?” you roll your hips, a pretty moan leaving you when his tip nudges against that soft spot perfectly. “f-fuck, you really are big...poor thing, no one could get it in all the way? am, mh, am i the first t’ take this fat cock t’ the hilt, tojibaby?”

you lean forward, hands moving from his chest to around his neck as you roll your hips, swiveling them in ways that have him gushing precum all over the insides of your cunt. the squelches your cunt makes with each roll is so fucking sinful and so nasty.

"y-yeah, mama, she feels s' good around me, all tight and warm, milking my cock like it's made just for you."

god, you smell so good...he can still smell your perfume and the sweet blueberry scent of your leave-in. you smell so sweet and taste so sweet too, he's so fucking lucky to have you fucking him like this. toji's hands move from your hips to your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his dick, groaning your name.

"god, you're the first to take it all, y'got me so fucking deep in that sloppy lil' cunt that y'can feel me in your stomach."

you giggle between moans, pressing your forehead against his. "y'so cute, toji, such a good boy f' me, yeah? feels so much better knowin' you can just tell me if you need me to put you to sleep, right?"

he groans, nodding as his eyes flutter closed again. "y-yeah, yes, baby, feels s' much better," he admits, breathless as he starts to get close. he can feel you getting tighter, getting wetter, and he'll be damned if he cums before you do.

"aww, listen t' you," you say with a little whine, your dominant mask starting to ebb away as you start to grow weaker and weaker. it's starting to feel good, really good, to the point where you can't think either, and you don't know how much more of this you can do. "m-my pretty boy, my good boy, f-fuckin' me s...s-so good..."

the moment he picks up the whininess in your voice, toji is alert, looking into your eyes to find that the pleasure is finally catching up to you, too. "yeah? yeah, mama? she's feelin' good? fuck, 'm gonna fuckin' fill you up, baby, gotta cream this pretty pussy so deep that she feels it f' days," he grunts, mouth open as he pants against your lips.

they look so pretty, he wonders if you taste like that lip balm you always carry, if your tongue is as sweet as you are, if your plump lips are as soft as they look. the thought of them pressing against his is what breaks him, and he's so embarrassed at the noise he makes before leaning back against the pillows and planting his feet into the mattress.

"i gotta fuck you, gotta fuck you good, 'm sorry, 'm so sorry, baby, promise i'll let you sleep, promise i'll be good for ya, okay? mm, fuck, c'mon, let toji make it better, gonna kiss your cunt with my cock and make it up t' ya."

toji fucks into your hole desperately, groaning at the loud wet plaps of his hips smacking against yours. your moans, god, your moans, they're so pretty, you're so pretty. he can see your tits bouncing against the fabric of the shirt you have on, and he curses, so fucking mad he didn't have you take it off. but he doesn't care, not right now, not when he sees how gorgeous you look.

he's so fucking prideful when he sees how poofed out your hair is, bouncing with each thrust up into you. "y're so fucking pretty, c'mere."

one of his hands grabs you by the back of the head and smushes his lips against yours, hungry as he licks over them before shoving his stupidly thick tongue inside your mouth. the kiss is just as messy as the rest of you, and the pitiful little moan you give has him reeling.

"i-i'm, 'm gonna cum, toj," you whisper against his mouth, nails biting into his shoulders as you do your best to match his pace. you're gonna cum, he's gonna make you cum, you're about to cum all over his fucking dick, jesus christ.

"fuck, you're so hot, so cute, mama, my pretty girl. need ya t' cum, dolly, can y'do that for me? please, baby, cum on me, make a mess s' i can fill you up an' apologize like i promised," he rambles before kissing you again, biting your lip before running his tongue over it.

it's so close, you can taste it. it's so unfair how big his cock is, how you can feel every vein and throb of it inside of you, how you can feel his hot precum smudging all over your velvety walls.

the realization that he's inside you raw has you moaning so sweetly, and your pussy is gripping him for dear life as you dig your nails into his shoulders even more, head falling forward. "t-toji, 'm, 'm gonna—f-fuck!"

you're cumming, you're cumming on him, and it feels so fucking good. you're creaming all over his lap, and your crying and moaning his name so sweetly he feels like he's gonna pass out. "baby, babyyy, no, lemme see, lemme see you cum," he begs, the hand in your hair tilting your head back up and the view he gets has his hips stuttering inside you.

your eyes are unfocused, long lashes wet from tears as you pant and whimper for him, all for him. and when you make eye contact with him, he feels your gummy walls squeeze him so tight.

"oh, fuck, yes, mama, jus' like that. keep cummin' on me, keep goin', 'm so close, gonna cum, gonna cum in this pretty pussy s' fuckin' deep you feel it in your tummy," toji babbles before he's losing himself too, pressing your head against his chest as he fucks into you, savoring your overstimulated cries for him. "'s gonna go deep, so fuckin' deep an' i'm gonna fuckin' eat it outta you, just like y-you fuckin' deserve—!"

with a pathetic sounding groan of your name, he's giving one, two, three, four hard, deep thrusts, moaning as he pumps his thick load into you, feeling your oversensitive pussy milking him dry. "g-good boy, g'fucking boy, tojiii," you whimper, moving from his chest to pepper kisses all over his face, moaning softly as you feel his hot cum coating your walls.

his mind is so blissfully blank that he doesn't even realize he's shaking a little bit from how hard he just came. cooing happily at him, you cup his cheeks, trying to bring him back down to you. "come back t' me tojiiii, don't die on me, roomie!"

still reeling from his insanely intense orgasm, manages a little chuckle, his hand moving from your ass to under your shirt, stroking your back. "'m here, 'm here, promise...i just...shit. ya fuckin' drained me, girly. what the hell are you?"

you laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth before nestling under his chin to catch your breath. "I'm your damn friend who happens to be the roommate you have been tormenting by not letting me sleep, dumbass."

"heh. fair point."

you both stay like this for a bit, just resting a little and trying to catch your breath. except...toji's eyes feel a little heavy, and he feels himself drifting away. "there you goooo," you coo, hand running through his hair. "told ya i'd put you to sleep."

"yeah, yeah, you were right," he grumbles and opens an eye, hand coming up to pinch your cheek. "jus' a lil' nap, okay? we still gotta get you cleaned up. after all, i promised i'd clean my cum outta ya, right?"

"my god, toji, you are nasty."

"but you like ittttt."

you couldn't stop yourself from laughing because, yes, you did. you liked it a lot.

soon, the room falls quiet as toji's breathing falls into rhythm with yours, the rise and fall of his chest steady and slow. his mind is still a bit dazed, and he can't help but get a little flustered as he realizes how badly he's wrapped around your little finger. the thought is only further confirmed when he feels his heart squeeze just a bit when he notices you fell asleep on his chest.

he wraps his arms around you in a gentle embrace, huffing to himself. yeah, so what he was whipped, he finally got you in his arms, so he sees it as a win.

as sleep finally starts to creep up on him, he presses a little kiss to your forehead, leaning back against the pillows and shutting his eyes. just a little nap, and then he'll get you cleaned up and make sure you accept his apology for everything he's put you through.

...he just hopes you won't be too grumpy when you realize you fell asleep without your bonnet on.

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huskersbooze · 2 months

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Sick

Alastor x Reader

Summary : You get sick and Alastor keeps you company <3

Warnings : Swearing(lots of it)

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here)

Additional Tags : ALASTOR POV CUZ YES. Sick reader, implied relationship, h/c, fluff, comfort

Word count : 1.01k

“Hey, you alright, kid?” Husk tilts his head to the side, wiping down the last glass of the day.

You don’t respond. Instead, you’re staring off into the distance, dozing off in your own world.

“Kid?”

“Huh? What?” You finally snap out of your thoughts.

“Geez, ya’ look like hell.” Husk acknowledges. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I don’t think so?”

“Go rest. I’ll work alone today.”

“What? No! I’m fine I swear-” Before you’re able to finish your sentence, Husk flips you off.

“Bullshit. Go find your radio boyfriend.”

“Don’t bullshit me-”

You try arguing but Husk only smirks when he catches a glimpse of Alastor who’s appeared right behind you.

“Well, I just did.” He says. “Now stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn I-”

You feel a hand being put to your forehead and try to fight back, only to realise it was Alastor.

“High fever.” He lets go. “You’re being stubborn.”

“Oh, fuck you, Al.”

“We’ll fuck when you’re better, darling.”

You blush. Alastor grins. Husk tries to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails.

“You’re sick and you need rest, my dear. Come along.”

“I’m fine-”

Alastor can only sigh, picking you up as you yelp.

“This is completely, and utterly, your fault single-handedly.” He smiled as you pouted. “You're very much welcome, darling.”

“Whatever.”

-----

You managed to escape Alastor as he leaves to mess with Vox. (Ep2 lmao)

Upon returning to the bar, Husk was not pleased to see your ass out of bed, emphasising on how important sleep was to someone sick.

You couldn’t care less.

Though, after wiping down a few more bottles with him, your eyes doze off and your eyelids feel droopy.

“Kid?”

The world spins and fades away.

“Fuck! Kid, ya’ alright?! Alastor!”

-----

[Alastor’s pov]

I heard a little groan as my eyes widened.

"Darling." I whispered, hoping not to startle her.

"Al..?" She breathed out.

"Good morning." I joked, though so grateful she was now awake.

"Wha.. What time is it?" She asked, struggling to get up.

"Be careful." I ushered, helping her sit. "I'm not so sure myself. It's very late at night."

"Where am I?" She asked, finally waking up as she stopped slurring through her words.

"My room. ‘I’m not sick’ my arse." I replied.

"Oh. Well, I guess you and Husk were right. I just thought I was a little sick." She murmured.

"You are sick." I replied. "Just worse than you expected."

"Real humorous, Al." She gave a small, yet weak, giggle.

Silence filled the air between us, and we didn't say anything else after that. That was, until she gave a small sneeze. I could tell she tried to suppress it, but seeing it was late at night and so quiet, it was hard not to notice.

"Are you cold?" I asked. I could barely make out the silhouette of her nodding lightly. Without hesitating, I took off my coat and handed it over to her. "Better?"

"A lot. Thanks, Al." She replied. After another few seconds of silence, she spoke up once more. "Why aren’t you asleep?"

"You do remember your dear partner does not need, nor does he enjoy, sleep?"

"Excuse, excuses." She joked, earning a chuckle from me.

"I can't really sleep now." She suddenly says out of nowhere. One thing I really like about this girl, she says the most random things in the most random situations. "Could we do something else?"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I laughed. "You need to rest."

"I'm aware. That's the initial plan, anyways." She joked. At least, I hoped she was joking.

"You sneaky little deer."

"Yes. That's me. Hello." She replied, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed as she proceeded to look at me in the dark room. “Besides, it’s not like anyone here at the Hotel is actually powerful enough to kill you.”

"Very well, then. What do you have in mind?"

“Some jazz and cuddles would be nice.”

-----

She chokes on another cough.

"Are you sure you're alright? You should really rest in such vulnerable state."

"I'm," Another cough. "Fine. I swear."

"If you insist."

After a while, I turned to face her, worried she wasn't enjoying herself anymore, only to find her sound asleep, clinging lightly to my shirt. See? I told you were sleepy. You just refused to listen to me. I stopped and watched the girl, moving little by little, afraid of waking her up.

She looked so peaceful. Though, it wouldn't be the first time I find her sleeping in my presence. I tugged a small strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted a little. I immediately paused. Shit, had I woken her? Though she soon returned to her slumber and she curled up into a ball in front of me.

I suppose this would suffice.

"Goodnight, darling." I whispered softly, laying next to her in the bed. "See you in the morning."

-----

[2nd person]

You awoke early in the morning, feeling well rested. Your bed was awfully more comfortable than you had remembered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, finally opening them for the first time, only to find that you weren't in your own room. It took you a while to let things simmer in.

That's when you heard snoring next to you.

You turned to find the Radio Demon cuddled into a ball next to you in bed sleeping oh so soundly. The poor man probably hadn't had sleep in days. Before you could process what was happening, you checked the time and realized you had to be back at the bar for work in 5 minutes. Not wanting to wake Alastor up, you left him a quick note to thank him and left.

----

The whole day passed and you never caught sight of Alastor. After closing the bar, you headed to Alastor’s room,hoping to find him there.

You stop at his door and break out a tiny laugh.

On the door, a rushed sign saying — Sick. Keep out.

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 3 months

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REWATCHING GO S1, LIVE PLAY-BY-PLAY OF DOOMSDAY WAHOO

HELLO MAGGOTS REWATCHING SEASON 1 BECAUSE THE FIRST TIME WAS A KIDNAPPING CHAOTIC MESS. EPISODE ONE HERE GOES. I DON'T REMEMBER A LOT OF DETAILS BUT YES.

Opening scene and Earth's got vibe-checked by God and I've been gaslit about the dinosaurs

GARDEN OF EDEEEEEN wow his first appearance and Aziraphale's already so prissy and flustered might fuck around and fall in love with him idk

I finally understand who these mf's are hi Hastur and Ligur you're not zombies after all

FOR FUCK'S SAKE SECOND SCENE CROWLEY'S BEEN IN AND SHE WALKED IN, SERVED HIPS HAIR AND CUNT, AND THEN MANAGED TO TALK HER AWAY INTO A PROBLEM

LIKE GENUINELY SHE COMES AND SASHAYS WITH HER HAIR AND SAYS TIMES ARE CHANGING AND HEAD OFFICE LOVES ME AND JUST INSTANTLY HASTUR AND LIGUR USE HER WORDS AGAINST HER

idk sister mary loquacious is kinda doing it for me rn with that satanic nun's habit and losergirl energy

third crowley scene and he's misplaced THE LITERALLY GODDAMNED ANTICHRIST because he made small talk with a bloke outside without checking for details

mmmmhm yes sister mary wink again your bitchless decisions are sexy y'know what i mean

Gabriel feels like his brain was eviscerated and replaced with one of those youtuber's paid course promos at the end of their how to change your life in 45 days: three simple mindset shifts video

so THIS IS WHY EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING PAVLOVIAN IN THIS FANDOM IT'S BECAUSE OF DUCKS of course it's because of ducks

mmmhm yes sure crepes French revolu--Crowley stop eye-fucking Aziraphale you're making everyone at the Ritz horny

Aziraphale don't moan into your food man you can't take these two anywhere

Crowley thanking the driver for slowing down is everything to me

And they're drunk hu-fucking-zzah good thing we'll have 11 year olds saving the world coz these fuckers sure ain't doing shit

OH MY GOD HE WAS TRYING TO SAY BOUILLABAISSE I JUST REALISED. I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST MAKING KISSY FACES AT AZIRAPHALE I'M NOT OK-

What Aziraphale was doing back was definitely kissy faces though that mfer wasn't even trying to say bouillabaisse when Crowley said what sounded suspiciously like baby

kissy kissy from lil miss prissy [i would have made such a great high school bully shame i had no inclinations that way]

SORRY WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK WAS THAT SOBERING UP EXCUSE ME THE FANFICS MADE IT SOUND LIKE IT WAS A CLICK AND THEY'RE SUDDENLY NORMAL WHY IS THE ALCOHOL REFILLING

oop nun down nun down

i want ya see a wile ya thwart amirite on a t-shirt

"actually i encourage humans to-" just say you're a lazy bitch azi we love you

love crowley fake-manipulating azi into helping like azi wants to be manipulated y'know so it's not technically his fault he was wiled over or whatever and they're both just such ENABLERS

not azi going SOFT at being godfathers with crowley

NOT BROTHER FRANCIS PLEASE NO FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AZI WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS PLEASE

WARLOCKKKKK I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

HNNNG MICHAEL SHEEN HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS

why is nanny ashtoreth so seductive with that of course dear is it just crowley's inherent disastergirl sex appeal

HALF PONYTAIL CROWLEY I AM A FUCKING SLUT FOR HALF PONYTAIL

GASLIGHTING HEAVEN AND HELL THAT'S MY BABYGIRLS

erIC THE DISPOSABLE DEMON I DIDN'T KNOW THEY COME IN S1 well not come i hope unless being eaten by a hellho--nope

ANGEL CROWLEY SAID ANGEL ANGEL ANGEL

CROWLEY TRYING TO BE SUBTLE ABOUT KILLING BEFORE GETTING ANNOYED

waiter crOWLEY OUTFIT I CANNOT BE NORMAL AFTER THE WEDDING DRESS DESIGNING ABOUT THIS COSTUME

FOOLS WRONG BOY YOU FOOLS IM DEAD

DOG IS UNIRONICALLY SO CUTE EVEN BEFORE IT GOES SMOL

gonna give my roxie a kissy brb she's my angel and all this dog talk makes me miss her (she's a few feet away under the bed)

i asked her for a kissy and she crawled out and gave me a kiss i love her

DOGGGGG ADAMMM

...roxie's crying to be taken downstairs it's nearly 2 am this is on me for waking her up i crowley'd myself fml

EYYYYY WELCOME TO THE END TIMES don't mind me I'll have to take roxie down yes I know maggots I'm crowley-coded I KNOW THAT I'M A BLOODY DISASTER BYEEEEEEEE

#good omens mascot #good omens #weirdly specific but ok #asmi #maggots #good omens fandom #good omens season 1 #in the beginning #WAHOO #OK GTG TAKE MY DOG DOWNSTAIRS AT 1:45 IN THE MORNING #THE CROWLEY LIFE #IT'S HARD WORK BEING THE RESIDENT DISASTER #BUT SOMEONE'S GOTTA DO IT

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thelordofgifs · 1 year

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the fairest stars

What if Angrist was a little tougher, and Beren and Lúthien managed to steal two Silmarils from Morgoth instead of one? Somehow I’ve already written NINE parts of this unhinged bullet point AU here and decided it was time for a fresh post to avoid that one getting too long.

Where we left off: Lúthien has been negotiating with Mandos like a pro, Maglor is nearly-but-not-quite-dead in Menegroth, Thingol has taken one Silmaril from him, Fingon has the other Silmaril and ditched Curufin outside the Girdle even though they did some bonding on the Worst Road Trip, and people are still upset about Celegorm’s death. YES I am well aware that the pipeline from the fairly normal first sentence of the post to this mess is insane.

Fingon and Maedhros are both very, very good tacticians. Between them, it isn’t very difficult for Fingon to follow Maedhros’ directions towards Menegroth, and then to find the hidden pathways by which Huan led Maedhros out of Thingol’s halls.

It helps that Thingol is still under the impression that the Girdle is impenetrable with the aid of his Silmaril, so he doesn’t have anyone keeping an eye out for the High King of the Noldor sneaking into his realm on an Adventure.

Finding Maglor's sickroom/prison cell/whatever is a little trickier, but not impossible. Long ago in Tirion Fingon was a mischievous child, so he's well aware that the best way not to get caught sneaking into a forbidden place is to make it perfectly clear that you belong there.

He strides confidently down the corridors, silently reciting Maedhros' directions to himself. Nobody stops him.

He's hoping that Curufin was wrong, and he'll know Maglor's door by the holy light showing through the cracks; but when none is evident he's forced to take his chances and start trying doors in the area Maedhros indicated at random.

Since he has plot armour is very lucky with this whole improbable-rescue thing he comes across Maglor without any trouble.

Maglor is only half-conscious – quite apart from the wounded leg, he hasn’t eaten in days – but his eyes flicker open when Fingon comes in.

“Hello, Makalaurë,” Fingon says, deliberately cheerful. “I’ve come to take you home.”

“You can’t do that,” Maglor says dazedly. “It burned – in the Bragollach – remember?”

Fingon opts not to answer that. “Russo said you were healing when he left,” he says instead, frowning at the bloodstained bandages around Maglor’s leg. “What happened? Has Thingol been mistreating you? I thought Lúthien at least was kind!”

Maybe he was too hasty in leaving Curufin outside the Girdle.

Maglor hurries to explain that Lúthien is dead, and that he’s actually in this pathetic state by choice or something.

“Right,” says Fingon, “well, you’re coming back to Himring now.”

But Maglor shakes his head. “I can’t, Finno,” he says. “Thingol took the Silmaril from me. I don’t – I’ve been trying to hold it back. The Oath. But I can’t leave it in Doriath and go, I can’t. So you’ll have to leave me behind.” He manages a brave and tragic smile.

On Thangorodrim while Fingon was struggling futilely with Morgoth’s iron shackle, hopeless tears running down his face, Maedhros said, You’ll never be able to free me, Finno, just kill me, please—

Fingon is rather sick of Fëanorian melodrama.

“One step ahead of you,” he says brightly, and he produces Maedhros’ Silmaril from its box, handing it to Maglor before his Oath can stir at the sight of it. “Here it is.”

This would never normally work. But Maglor is very tired and ill, and not thinking as clearly as he otherwise would.

As long as the obvious question doesn’t occur to him until they get outside the Girdle again—

Maglor takes the jewel and gives a relieved little sigh as the bite of the Oath eases. “You really took it from Thingol?”

“Of course,” Fingon lies. “Let’s put it back in the box for now so that it doesn’t attract too much attention?”

Maglor acquiesces. He and Fingon aren’t close exactly, but they get on well – certainly far better than Fingon does with Curufin. There’s an odd shared camaraderie that comes from loving Maedhros; it lends itself well to cooperation in difficult circumstances.

Fingon picks Maglor up – he's alarmingly light – and they begin to make their way back out of Menegroth.

"You're to be my betrothal gift," Fingon tells Maglor, and Maglor actually laughs.

Unfortunately it's much harder to look innocuous when you're carrying someone about five minutes away from expiring on the spot.

They haven't got very far before an angry voice comes from behind them: "Who are you and where are you going with the Fëanorion?"

Damn.

Meanwhile

[I should clarify my definition of "meanwhile" here. Evidently time runs much slower in Aman than it does in Middle-earth, even post-Darkening, or it's difficult to fathom why Beren and Lúthien canonically took two years to return from death. In vague support of this, the Fellowship find that time runs slowly in Lothlórien, presumably with the aid of Galadriel's ring, so I posit that the more Divine Stuff there is near a place (and Galadriel was ofc a student of Melian too), the more weird time shit occurs. So since I've anyway fudged the timelines so that travel times work out conveniently, we can also put the bits of story occurring in Aman here for funsies.]

Meanwhile, Finrod has been following Celegorm around in the Halls of Mandos.

"Was it worth it?" he asks. "Did you take joy in the lordship of Nargothrond, once I was gone?"

"I could ask you the same," says Celegorm, responding for the first time. "Did you die for anything in the end, Ingoldo? The mortal's here, after all your efforts. So much for your oath."

"So much for yours," says Finrod; "it looks like that eternal darkness you doomed yourself to wasn't that dark. Or eternal. So what was it all for? Do you even regret any of it?"

The dead can't lie. Artifice and deception are matters of the flesh, and they are buried with it.

"I didn't want you to die," Celegorm says.

"Well, that's a start!" says Finrod. "I can't say I'm glad to see you here, either."

"O Fair and Faithful one," says Celegorm, "spare me none of your pity. They are already whispering that you will be released soon, first of all the Exiles to walk again in Aman. So it's all turned out rather well for you, despite your evil cousins' machinations."

"I suppose it has," says Finrod, thinking.

The thing is, it was worth it. Beren's life mattered. It mattered that he saved it, even if he died to do so, even if Beren is dead now too (although word is that might be changing).

He did not do it expecting a reward.

"And my werewolf was bigger than yours," says Celegorm.

Finrod rolls his metaphorical eyes. "At least I actually killed mine."

Cousinly bickering is still kind of fun, even when you're dead.

Curufin, fuming outside the Girdle, would not agree.

After a time he's forced to conclude that the only thing he can do is head back to Himring.

The ride through Himlad, once as green and fair a land as any, does not improve his mood.

Also his burned hand is still hurting.

Look: here's the little stream where Celegorm caught a huge fish once; and here are the low hills where, a couple of centuries ago, they held some war games and Curufin's people thrashed Celegorm's decisively.

Here's the copse where, years before the Dagor Aglareb brought tentative peace to East Beleriand, Curufin and his son were surprised by a party of orcs, who took their small patrol all captive.

Tyelpë was just barely of age at the time. How trusting his eyes, then, how baby-soft his hair: how easily he had believed that his father would fix everything.

As for Curufin, he spent the hours-long ordeal learning anew what terror was, rendered compliant by the mere possibility that they could hurt his child.

They were fine, in the end. Celegorm rode up to the rescue while the orcs were still quarrelling over where to take them.

But Curufin remembers: how disabling love can be.

Meanwhile Fingon finds himself surrounded by a crowd of angry Iathrim in their home city.

He sets Maglor down on the floor and sets a hand on his sword-hilt, wondering if he is about to become a Kinslayer again.

(Fingon regrets Alqualondë more than anything; and he'd do it again, for Maedhros' sake. He knows this about himself.)

Before things escalate too far, Thingol shows up at the scene of the disturbance.

"We haven't met," Fingon says. "Fingon son of Fingolfin, High King of the Noldor in Beleriand. I've come for my cousin." He gives Thingol a rather dangerous smile.

Thingol thinks he might be in serious trouble. He attempts to adopt a conciliatory tone (which is really really hard for Thingol ok he's trying).

"He'll die if he's moved," he says, nodding to where Maglor is slumped against the wall, shivering.

"He'll die if he stays here!" Fingon says. "Is this the famed hospitality of your halls?"

"He has been offered every treatment he could ask for," Thingol says. "It is not the fault of Menegroth if he chooses to refuse them. Now tell me, son of Fingolfin, how came you through the Girdle of Melian – without her leave or mine?"

Maglor puts the pieces together. "Finno, you lied to me," he breathes, glancing at the box in Fingon's hand.

Fingon wonders if it would be diplomatically insensitive to kick Thingol.

"The jewel alone does not explain it," Thingol insists. "While I hold the Silmaril my daughter won, surely—?"

"I could have told you that, had you asked," says Maglor. "Silmarils aren't weapons! You can't use one as some sort of military defence."

Thingol is now questioning all his life choices.

He only took the Silmaril from Maglor in the first place because he thought it would protect his kingdom, and now—

Maglor is feeling resigned. He should have known Fingon's claim was too good to be true. Thingol still has the Silmaril, and Maglor can't leave Menegroth without it.

Face pale and set, he attempts to get to his feet, mostly unsuccessfully.

Fingon looks down at him. "Seriously, Makalaurë?" And when Maglor ignores him, he says, "Sorry about this," and kicks Maglor's bad leg – carefully, but still hard enough to hurt.

Maglor faints.

Fingon picks his limp body up. "The Silmaril isn't yours," he tells Thingol.

"The white ships of Olwë my brother's people were not yours, either," Thingol returns.

Fingon inclines his head, acknowledging the point. "I don't wish to start a war over the Silmaril," he says. Maglor is so cold and still in his arms. "My cousins have done enough for that cause lately. Only let me take my kinsman home."

Thingol hesitates. The iron box in Fingon's hand is so close, and Fingon is outnumbered, and he has his injured cousin to worry about—

It could all be over, if he took the second Silmaril. He'd never need to worry about his people's safety from invasion again.

"Elu," comes a voice from behind him, "enough of this. Let them go."

"Queen Melian," says Fingon, bowing his head.

She barely looks at him, meeting her husband's gaze instead. "Time and again you have disregarded me," she says. "Lúthien is lost, and yet you persist with this. Will you heed me now?"

Thingol stares at her, and then, finally, he waves his hand. The bristling guards move aside, allowing Fingon free passage down the corridor.

"I trust you can remember your way out," Thingol tells Fingon, and turns away.

Fingon looks at Melian. "Thank you," he says, "and I am very sorry about your daughter."

He has met Maiar before, of course, in Valinor: but Melian is still unsettling, with her implausibly flawless face and eyes that hold yet the memory of a time before Time.

"Little king," she says, "only hope that you will not know any such pain yourself."

Fingon manages a smile. "I'm good at that," he says. "Hope."

On that note he leaves Menegroth, carrying Maglor, and begins to make the long trek back through the Forest of Region, and thence to Himring.

Curufin has managed the journey significantly more quickly. On a crisp cold morning he rides back through Himring's gates.

Maedhros has been... managing. Not well, but he trusts Fingon.

Beloved, I will bring them back to you. Beloved, I will bring them back to you. Beloved, I will bring them back to you.

But here's Curufin by himself, looking pale and tired, and after all it was only a hastily-scribbled note, not an incantation.

Maedhros arrives at the gate at a run.

Scarce weeks ago it was the other way around, Maedhros riding into the fortress with Fingon's cloak only just concealing his bloodstained clothes: and Curufin met him as he came in and he can still feel the terrible jolt of knowledge in his stomach, and Celegorm is still dead.

How can it be borne?

A thought comes to Curufin and for a moment he thinks it the cruellest idea he has ever had, but Celegorm is dead and his hand is still burned and nobody expects any better of him anyway.

"They're dead," he says flatly, "they're both dead," and Maedhros just – stares at him.

(to be continued)

#silmarillion #my fic #bullet point fic #the fairest stars #fingon #maglor #finrod #celegorm #thingol #curufin #maedhros #theme of the day: lying #thingol makes one (1) good decision!#curufin makes zero (0)!#maedhros has a really bad day!#what else do we expect from this au

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insomniacaesthetic · 2 years

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Hello! Would you be able to write Severus with an autistic reader?

YES! I’m so glad somebody asked me for this.

Disclaimer: although I am not formally diagnosed, my therapist and I both believe I am somewhere on the spectrum so I hope I can do this prompt justice. But it will mostly be based on my experience. Feel free to tag me in or reblog with your own headcanons with this prompt too pls.

Headcanons of Severus Snape with an autistic partner.

Gender neutral

Enjoy this gif of Snape stimming

Severus would do really well with an autistic partner. Especially since I headcanon that he’s neurodivergent as well.

He loves to hear you talk about your special interest. Whatever it may be, he’ll listen to you discuss it for hours. He’ll even do his own research so he can bring it up with you.

Feeling overstimulated? He’ll wrap you up in his cloak and hold you. His cloak has the most soothing texture that calms you instantly. Severus also naturally smells good without the use overwhelming colognes or fragrances so his hugs are always welcome.

If you take medication, he’d be the one to remind you especially if you had the tendency to forget. He’d do this with water and food. Not in a controlling or overbearing way. He just wants to make sure you’re okay.

Severus is no stranger to fidgeting or stimming so there’s no need to worry about him asking you “what are you doing?” In fact, he quite enjoys when you mess with the buttons on his frock coat.

You got a safety food? Best believe he’s stocking up on that. Perfect for those times you show up in the great hall and there’s nothing there that makes you want to eat. Or those days when the executive dysfunction is high and you can’t see yourself leaving bed for a meal.

If you had small little preferences or had a strict routine in place, he would be sure to memorize these. Prefer a small spoon or smooth fork? Can only drink out of particular cups? He’ll be sure to have those ready for you. If something was apart of your morning routine, he’d help make sure nothing threw it off. If he was buying you clothes, he’d make sure it was a fabric you liked and would cut out any tags if there was any. Considering I HC his love language as acts of service, I think he’d quite enjoy doing these things for you.

“Is this okay?” “is that too loud?” He’d ask in most situations. Knowing that sometimes it’s hard to voice those opinions. If you both were somewhere and someone was making unneeded noise he’d immediately ask them to quiet it down.

If your social battery dies or you can feel a meltdown coming, it only takes one look and Severus will be there at your side to get you out of a situation and help you feel safe.

If you aren’t a fan of physical touch, that’s fine. He’s happy to be there for when you need him.

He would always be very specific about what he meant when speaking so there’s no confusion or misinterpretation of his words/feelings. Expect reassurance from him too that he understood what you were trying to convey and there’s no need to repeat or reword it.

No need to force eye contact, he would tell you it’s not necessary if you’re not comfortable with it.

In terms of less wizarding world stuff, here’s things that bring me comfort to think about / imagine. This part is hella self indulgent I’m sorry

Sev becoming obsessed with your fidget toys and even getting a few of his own. He loves a good tangle and the small dimple pops. They stop him from picking at his nails.

You wearing your noise cancelling headphones around him for the first time and being hella nervous about it and you’re like “is this ok?” And he’s like “why wouldn’t it be?” 😩

Him loving said headphones and getting himself a pair. You catch him wearing them while he’s in his office, working on some potions or grading papers.

Feeling comfortable enough to unmask in front of him.

When doing your vocal stims he doesn’t look at you weird.

Snuggling with him under a weighted blanket

Finally, just him being there for you on those days where you have a breakdown and keep asking “what’s wrong with me?” after a particularly bad meltdown bc of overstimulation or a disruption to your routine or something else, and he’s just there whispering how there’s nothing wrong with you, and you’re perfect just the way you are.

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Miles: I like personality quizzes in theory but in practice I just get irritated by the semantic ambiguity of literally every question. "On a spectrum from scientific to artistic what are you" motherfucker I literally wax poetic about the laws of thermodynamics where the fuck does that land on your spectrum.

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Ben Riley: due to personal reasons I will be sitting on my bed in a wet towel and staring at the wall for the next 25 minutes.

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Jess: Your future self is hating you for the poor decisions you're making today.

Gwen: Bold of you to assume current me isn’t also hating myself for making the decisions that I am making.

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Bonnie: Beat your depression. Beat it with a fucking broom, beat it into the fucking ground, die, die, die!

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Hobie: Nobody controls what I do!!! Nobody! Not even me! I'm out of control but only I control that!

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Pavitr: *watching Margo play a video game* In a game, with no consequences, why are you still playing the 'good' side?

Margo: Because being mean makes me feel bad.

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Ganke: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job what if I wanted to be a duck?

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Miles: I hate when people are actually really prepared for a test. Like, who do you think you are? Someone who actually has their life together? That is not acceptable

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Bonnie: Earthquakes are the weirdest things. Like we're just floating in space and our planet just decides to spontaneously do the chimichanga.

Miguel: Who let her back in?!

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Spectacular! Peter: Just found out my entire personality is a trauma response.

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Miguel: Peter B. is trying to prove that he's closer to the younger spiders than I am but the joke is on him because he doesn't know how little I care for Gwen.

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Jess: Orbweaver! What’re you doing today?

Bonnie: Having my day ruined with whatever you’re about to ask me to do.

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Peni: do you care if i take the skin off of the furby? I want to make him a diety. once he is free of his sinful flesh he can begin the path towards enlightenment. he will take care of us. Also I want to softhack his circuits

Miles: i literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again

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Hobie: Who hurt you?

Gwen: Do you want a list or what?

Hobie loading his gun: Actually, yes.

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Margo: I am shattering like glass, but at least I have video games

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Spot: Hello there, Spiderman. Long time no see. Except in my revenge fantasies, where I see you on an hourly basis.

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Pavitr: Miguel sleeps after us and is awake before us. Does he ever actually sleep?

Spectacular! Peter: I think he periodically makes a whirring noise and then just shuts down.

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Hobie: It's your first time being a fugitive, so I made you a watch.

Gwen: Thank you, Hobie.

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Ben Riley: I'm sorry I messed everything up. I guess I'm not cut out for the high stakes world of having friends.

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Miguel: It was reported to me by—

Miles: By your spies?

Miguel: No, no. Not spies. People I have terrorized into doing my bidding and watching other people and places for me. You pay spies.

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Pavitr: Remember how I have such good luck that it’s almost bullshit?

Gwen: I’m afraid to ask, but go on.

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Miguel: Bonnie, a question — if Jess and I were drowning, who would you save?

Bonnie: You can both swim.

Miguel: True, but it’s a hypothetical question, so who would you save?

Bonnie: My time and effort.

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Margo: Remember Spiderwomen, before you say or do anything, ask yourself: Is this something that would get me diagnosed with female hysteria and locked in the attic by my relatives in the late 19th century? If the answer is yes, proceed.

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Ham: Hey! How’s it going?

Peni: On all levels except physical, I am dead.

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Miles: Top 30 reasons why Spiderman is sorry, number five will surprise you!

Spot: Top 30 anime deaths! Number one: Your fucking ass right now!

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Bonnie, taping a knife to a roomba and setting it loose: Be free, my child.

Miguel, entering the room with a cut on his ankle: WHO THE FUCK—

#into the spiderverse #Miles Morales #jessica drew #Spider Ham #peni parker #Hobie Brown #the spot #pavitr prabhakar #margo kess #peter b parker #ganke lee #peter parker: the spectacular spider man #ben riley #Gwen Stacy #miguel o'hara #itsv oc: Orbweaver #bonnie macintyre

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Feytamsand, Part 5 for @polyacotarweek free day! (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

While Rhysand has clearly done some good, he has also done a lot of bad! I think it would've been neat to see Rhys take responsibility for his actions and have a true redemption arc! That is the main focus of my piece today!

Rhysand abhorred the Summer Court.

Most people loved it here. The glorious sun beaming down on this land, the ocean breeze, the mermaids and hippocampi and all the natural stones. But Rhys sunburned easily, and the heat was NOT being kind to him. He winced as the skin on his face began to peel. “The former High Lord of Night, defeated by a little sunlight,” Feyre teased. Tamlin reigned in his laugh, and Rhysand sighed. “And you would’ve been defeated by the easiest riddle of all time were it not for me,” he countered. Feyre griped, “You know that I couldn’t read because we lost our fortune early, and my sisters never bothered to teach me. Why are you making fun of my poverty?” “Weren’t you 11 when you lost your fortune? I believe that’s old enough even for a human babe to have learned. Or were you too busy chasing butterflies?” Tamlin quickly turned his laugh into a cough. Feyre rounded on him instead. “I hate to say it,” Tamlin muttered, hands up in surrender, “but he has a point.” Rhysand turned to look at Feyre smugly. “See? Even Tamlin agrees with me. That should tell you enough.” “Whatever,” Feyre snapped, storming up ahead. Rhysand cringed at himself but carried forward. “Do you two always argue like that?” Tamlin asked Rhysand, head tilted like a cat’s. Rhysand bit his lip, debating how much to tell Tamlin. Ultimately, he decided to tell him all of it. “Yes, but we usually have makeup sex after and forget about it.” Tamlin shook his head somberly. “Feyre feyre feyre. She always had a tendency to use sex as a coping mechanism; she did that with me too.”

Rhysand blinked. “As a coping mechanism?” Tamlin nodded. “Talk to her about it,” he pressed. “It’ll help her.” Rhysand scanned Tamlin’s face, searching for a trace of insincerity, but finding none. “Thank you,” Rhysand said quietly. Tamlin nodded. As they walked, they reached the entrance to the Summer Court house used for diplomatic meetings. Rhysand opened the door, bowing to Tamlin. “After you.” Tamlin grinned. “We both know you’re no gentleman, Rhys. Best stick to being an insufferable bastard.” “This is how I’m treated when I try to do something nice,” Rhysand complained, but it was lighthearted. He knew Tamlin was joking. Rhysand jolted when Tamlin wrapped an arm across his shoulders. “Thanks, Rhys. Better?” “Yes,” Rhys said. They walked together just as they had centuries ago, like nothing had changed. Tarquin sat there waiting for them. “Hello, Tamlin. I must admit, I am shocked to find out the present company you are keeping.” “They are here to take responsibility for what they did in Spring so that I may convince my people to return home,” Tamlin said. “Or more precisely, I am,” Rhysand cut in. Tamlin and Feyre both whipped around to look at Rhysand. “What do you mean?” Feyre demanded. “This is my mess too.” Rhysand shook his head. “You would’ve never done this if it weren’t for me. I was the one who made you this brutal, this vicious. And while I don’t regret it, because it helped you survive, I regret that it led you to cause harm to countless innocents needlessly. Let me protect your reputation and do this. Please.” “No,” Feyre snapped, pushing out of her chair and grabbing Rhysand by the shoulders. “This is both of our burdens. We will deal with it together.” “No,” Rhys said adamantly, placing a hand on Feyre’s cheek. “Please. I have been so stupid and selfish. I used you, Feyre. For once, let me do something for you. Don’t rob me of this chance.” Feyre blinked at his earnestness, pulling away. Tarquin and Tamlin both had strange looks on their faces. Rhysand ignored them. “Well, do you know what you’re going to say?” Tarquin asked. Rhysand nodded. “Would you mind running it by us first?” Tarquin asked. Rhysand shook his head. “I won’t do that. If I do, I’ll lose the nerve.” Tarquin sighed. “I hope you’re being truthful. Most would call me an idiot for trusting you again. Perhaps I am. What say you, Tamlin? You know him better than I.”

“I say, for the first time in centuries, Rhysand is acting honestly,” Tamlin said. Ironic, since Rhysand was lying to cover up for Feyre. Tarquin nodded. “Go ahead then, Rhys. Wow us with your apology.” Rhysand took a deep breath, ignoring the rising heartbeat of his heart, the blood rushing by his ears, the stiffening of his fingers, the slight trembling of his lips. He mustered a smirk with a confidence he didn’t feel. “You know I will.” Then he found himself facing a riotous crowd. Suddenly, he felt like an outsider watching his body facing the crowd. His mouth wouldn’t move. His body was frozen. Where were the words of acknowledgement he’d planned? He couldn’t remember a lick of the speech he’d planned now. For the first time in centuries, Rhysand is acting honestly. Rhysand ripped off the mask. Stared at the people of Summer. Some people in this crowd wished to return to their home court of Spring but didn’t trust the High Lord because of his wrongdoings. He must change that. He must right this wrong. “People of Summer, there are some of you in this crowd who have taken up residence here because Spring was massacred by Hybern. Your High Lord, Tamlin, has been taking painstaking efforts to rebuild Spring. His court is ready to start accepting your return any day now. I know many of you believe him to be a self-serving git who got his court burned by Hybern, but this couldn’t be farther from the truth. You see, Tamlin was playing double agent the whole time, gathering information to help destroy Prythian’s enemy. The destabilization of Spring was unfortunately my doing, as I believed him to be an ally of Hybern, and for my own petty selfish reasons. Do not hate Tamlin. Hate me instead.” Rhysand closed his eyes and waited to be drowned by the riot that was sure to come after his declaration.

#poly+acotarweek2024 #feyre archeron #tamlin #rhysand #feylin #feysand #tamsand #feytamsand #fanfic

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Chapter 1: Moving In

Word count: 4,948

I prepared my surroundings to be at least presentable. I fiddled with this and fiddled with that. At this point, I was nervously cleaning. How could I tell? Because my room was already spotless. I gulped and attempted to take a calming breath, sitting at my desk to look at my open laptop. I was moving to New York City soon for school in the fall, and I needed to find a roommate. I tried looking for an apartment, but I was not able to afford any of the available apartments, so rooming with someone was my best bet. I glanced at the time. Eleven-fifty-five. Five more minutes, and I'll be on a call with, hopefully, my future roommate. I got up again and started to pace. I needed to release the nerves. I shook out my hands, then twisted them together, then shook them out again. I'm not sure when, but I started to mutter to myself, just started voicing my thoughts out loud. Like, what if I'm not able to find a roommate? What if this one doesn't work out like the rest? What if he's a creep like the others? What if-

BEDOO-DOO…BEDOO-DOO…

I lunged for my laptop and quickly answered, shifting in my seat to sit correctly and smile. Although, I was sure my hair was a mess from the rush.

"Hi." I say, looking at the man in front of me. He had dark brown hair that was brushed back with one strand falling forward over his forehead. His dark brown eyes held a cold and calculated look that made me nervous but excited at the same time. His face was nothing short of a model, high cheekbones, full lips, the whole works! I wouldn't put it past him if he was awarded the most handsome man on earth. He also seemed to have quite broad shoulders with the way he took up the screen.

"Hello, you're Ashley Hernandez, correct?" He asked, his voice a deep lull that sounded on the brink of boredom, his accent not helping in his overall tone. I gulped.

"Yes, I am! And you're…" Shit, what was his name?! "Manuel?" My own accent seeped out.

"Miguel." He corrected, annoyance leaking into his voice as his eyes seemed to gaze into my soul. The blood drained from my face. "Miguel O'Hara."

"Oh, right. Heh, sorry, I'm not the best at names." I let out a nervous chuckle. He looked unimpressed. So much for first impressions.

"Right. Well, you'll have time to learn it soon enough." He said, taking a sip from his mug. I assumed it was coffee. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying not to laugh or snicker at his words.

It's a dirty joke just waiting to happen! I thought. I took a slow breath. No, I can't do that. I don't even know the guy! Or if he'll even get the joke. How old was he anyway? Forty? Fifty? Whatever, he was old.

"I will?" I ask him instead, destroying my train of thought. His eyes flashed to me as he set his mug down.

"Yes, just looking at your application tells me you're the perfect candidate for my new roommate."

"I am?!" I yelp out. I quickly cleared my throat and backtracked, speaking in a much calmer tone. "I am?"

Somehow, my shenanigans pulled at a small smile from my future roommate, seemingly amused. But just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared. I could feel his eyes boring into me after that. It made me feel the need to shift my shirt slightly, making it appear baggier than it already was.

"When should I expect you to move in?" He asks finally.

"Uh," my nervousness seeps into my voice. I clear my throat once again. "In about a month."

"A month? Why not immediately? I was under the impression it would be immediately." He questions, confusion seeping into his voice.

"Well, it would be a bit hard to move in immediately since I currently live in California, and I didn't expect to actually be accepted to being your new roommate. And, anyway, I've got things to pack and ship out before I can make my way over." I ranted to him, waving my arms about as I spoke. He listened until I had finished speaking, nodding.

"I wasn't aware you were across the country." He looked at me, brown eyes looking into my own blue ones. "Alright, I'll wait until then. Any designated date of when you'll be here?"

"On the thirtieth of July, or rather, the thirty-first for you." I told him with a firm nod.

"I suppose I'll see you then."

"Miguel?"

"Yes?"

"Would you mind picking me up from the airport on the thirty-first?" He looked taken aback. "I promise to pay back the gas and trouble."

"No need." He tells me, holding his hand up to stop any other words. Geez, his hand looked huge. I couldn't help glancing at my own hand, tiny compared to his.

"I'll gladly pick you up, just let me know when your arrival time will be and I'll be there."

~~~One Month Later…~~~

"Miss? Miss, we'll be landing soon." The stewardess gently shook my arm, successfully waking me.

"Hm? Oh, okay." I say softly, rubbing my eyes as I sit up. I yawned into the back of my hand as I looked out the window beside the other passenger. He was an old man reading a book, though he was only now in the middle of the book from where he started at first. My gaze looked out the window, eyes widening at the sight of all the twinkling lights of the Big Apple. My breath caught in my throat. I was here. I finally made it. I've officially completed one of my dreams. A small smile appeared on my face as tears brimmed my eyes.

I did it! Me! I thought. The old man looked at me and smiled.

"I know that look." He said, chuckling. I look at him, sheepish.

"Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your reading." I say in apology.

"No worries, I was done for the night." He says with a chuckle. "What are you coming to New York for?"

"Schooling. I plan to be a writer someday." I told him. The plane starts to descend.

"Oh, maybe I'll read a book of yours soon." He says with a bright smile.

"What about you, sir? What brings you to New York?"

"Ah, it is the place I grew up. I have family waiting for me." He smiled nostalgically.

"That's sweet."

"How about you?"

"Pardon?" The plane landed.

"Do you have anyone waiting for you?" He asked. I looked into his eyes. They were a handsome hazel that dazzled in the dim plane lights and shone dull from his years.

"Um, no. Just a roommate. He's picking me up." I told him.

"Oh, a 'he!'" He chuckled. I felt my cheeks burn with heat.

"Oh, it's not like that! He's just a roommate." I quickly told him. The old man only chuckled as the plane stopped.

"I only tease! An old man can joke." He chuckled more. I chuckled with him as the surrounding people started to get up to get their things.

"Right, right." It took roughly five minutes for the crowd to disperse. During this time, I turned on my data and turned off my ringtone. I didn't want to disturb anyone if I got a buttload of messages which, knowing my family, I would have many. I helped the old man up and asked if he had a carry-on with him. He said he didn't but thanked me for the sentiment anyway. He then walked away as I turned to my duffle bag in the luggage compartment.

It was an old one I used to use when visiting family. It was small but could hold at least a week's worth of clothing in it, along with some essentials. I plan to hit the market this morning so I can buy the other necessities I couldn't exactly bring with me.

With my bag in hand, I make my way out of the plane and out into the waiting area. I moved out of the way for the remaining passengers as I surveyed the area. No Miguel. I should've known he wouldn't have come to greet me like that. He's just here to pick me up. I hurried on to the designated pick-up location, checking my phone to see if he sent a message. Nothing. I chewed my lip as I wondered if I should send another text. Maybe he was still sleeping? Maybe he forgot? I walked out into the lot, looking around but not seeing that man anywhere. I started to get worried even though I just got there.

"Ashley?" A voice says from behind me.

"Yeah?" I turn around, eyes landing on a large chest. "Oh my-"

I looked up, needing to crane my neck slightly to meet Miguel's eyes. He was tall and buff. He wore a fitted, black crew-neck shirt with gray, flannel pajama bottoms. He took my breath away, just the sheer size of him was enough to dwarf me. I wasn't the only one staring either. Many people were staring. I backed up away from him slightly to give some ease on my neck.

"Miguel?" I asked in astonishment. He only nods.

"Shall we go now?"

"Uh, yeah, sure." I quickly say, adjusting the strap of my duffle bag. He wordlessly led me to his car. A sleek black car that shined under the lights. I wasn't a car person, but it looked beautiful.

"Nice car." I complimented as Miguel unlocked his car, opening his trunk.

"Thank you. Bag?"

"Hm? Oh, here!" I quickly handed him my bag. Once placed in, he closed the trunk and walked over to open the passenger door.

"Ah, thanks." I tell him, flushing a bit from embarrassment. I hurry in, hearing some lady passing by as I get in.

"Lucky girl." I felt even more embarrassed, but Miguel seemed unaffected. Did he get those kinds of comments all the time? I mean, he must, right?

He got in the driver's seat and started the car, driving out of the parking space and driving off onto the highway. For a while, we stayed silent. I looked out my window, settling into the thought that I literally knew no one except Miguel. Well, actually, not even him. I hoped I could change it, but between school and my hunt for a job, I doubted I'd even have enough time for socializing.

"Hungry?" Miguel asked, tearing me out of my thoughts. I looked at him.

"A little bit." He only nods and starts merging into the next two lanes.

"Wait, where are we going?" I ask him.

"I know a place to eat."

"This late at night?" It was two in the morning. What the heck was going to be open?

"I know a place." He simply repeated. I felt uneasy. Was I supposed to just let him take me somewhere foreign in a foreign place trapped in a foreign land? Foreign sounds weird now, doesn't it? It wasn't like I could stop him anyway. I was stuck under his mercy. All I could do was hope he wasn't going to murder me. I tried to keep a tab on all the turns and street names passing by, but nothing stuck. I was never the best with directions. I watched street after street pass by until, finally, Miguel slowed the car to a stop by a small shop. From the outside, it wasn't much. There was a blocked and barred window with an open sign on it. The door was wide open and emitted a sickly, pale light.

"This is the place." Miguel killed the engine and got out. I went to do the same, taking my mini backpack with me. However, my movement came to a complete standstill as my nose was assaulted by the most delicious smells I've ever smelled in my life. Miguel had come around by then, sticking a hand into his pocket. It was then that my stomach chose to growl loudly. Miguel held open the door as he looked at me with a mildly amused expression.

"Sounds like you're hungrier than a little bit." He repeats my words in a teasing tone. I huff and get out of his car.

"Oh, hush it." I tell him, flushing from embarrassment. I've been in this man's presence for only thirty minutes, and I've felt nothing but embarrassment. Miguel lifted his hand up in defense, waiting until I was out of the car to close the passenger door and lock the car.

"After you." He offered. I give him a smile as thanks and head inside. I felt Miguel's presence loom behind me and give me a shiver. I walk into the shop and give a look around. The shop was small. On my right, there were a few empty tables and some chairs pushed into them. There was a long counter on my left, the dish pans inside holding varying meats, veggies, and salsas. I look up to the menu above the counter and see Mexican meals from tacos to burros ahogadas to even menudo. Obviously, that's only on the weekend. My mouth started to water as I read through all the familiar foods.

"Señor O'Hara!" A lady who seemed to be in her fifties walked up to the counter from the kitchen and smiled. "¿Como estas, hijo?"

"¿Muy bien, y gusted?" He asked her. I looked between the two as they spoke, feeling like a sore thumb between them. They spoke civilly until the lady's attention was on me.

"¿Y quien es esta dama tan bonita?" She asked. Miguel opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it, a blush on my cheeks as I spoke.

"Hola, soy Ashley." I said simply with a wave and a shy smile. Miguel gave me a look, his expression unreadable.

"¡Ah, hola Ashley! Soy Betitua, pero me puedes llamar Beti." Beti said with a smile. I giggle slightly, my nerves easing. She chuckled and reverted to English, her accent a little on the thick side. "What can I get you both?"

"The usual, Beti." Miguel told her then looked at me. I quickly looked back up to the menu, chewing my lip in thought. They all sounded so good! Then my eyes landed on the prices.

Oh. That's expensive. I thought as my heart sank. I was smart and had saved some money for necessities and groceries and whatnot, but if just this shop was this expensive, then what was the rest going to look? Worry began to seep into my head. What if I wasn't ready for this? What if I failed? What if I go broke?

A hand rested gently on my shoulder, making me jump and pull me out of my thoughts.

I looked up and met Miguel's eyes. They shined with kindness, an odd softness I didn't think he was capable of.

"I offered to go eat, I'm paying. Choose what you want." Miguel crouched slightly as he spoke to me. Damn my shortness.

"Oh, no, Miguel, I couldn't-" A gentle squeeze from his hand halted me. He looked into my eyes, sincerity pooled deeply within those chocolate drops.

"I insist." He rumbled. I gulped. "Besides, it'd be rude to deny a nice act from your roommate."

Conflict plagued my brain. On one hand, I was raised to never take handouts as that would make me a beggar. On the other hand, I was also raised to never be rude in any way. Oh, he had me cornered, but my hunger won out. I look away from his eyes in defeat and let out a sigh.

"Alright, alright." I look up at the menu again, choosing one of the cheap options. "May I have a burro de birria?"

"Coming right up!" Beti said before walking back into the kitchen. Miguel straightened and finally removed his hand from my shoulder. He walked to one of the tables and sat. I quickly did the same, sitting across from him and laying my bag down between my feet. Silence befell us, and with the silence came my fidgeting. With nothing to distract me, I start to look around, bouncing my leg and twisting my fingers this way and that. The shop was simple, some pictures hung on the wall for random landscapes and a mural on the far end of the shop. There was a fridge behind the counter that held many drinks and desserts within it. After seeing everything there was to see, I grew bored.

I tried not to glance at Miguel, but I found it impossible to. I kept giving quick flashes at him, observing him in quick spurts. He simply sat there, not really staring at anything. At one point, I stopped giving quick glances and started to get bold. I stared for longer and took in his features. His high cheekbones, the way his hair fell over his forehead, his eyebrows that seemed to cling to the top of his eyes, everything. At this point, I memorized his features. I tried to read for any sign that may indicate his emotions, but he was about as blank as a piece of wood. Scratch that, wood had more emotion than he did at this moment.

Then his eyes met mine.

It happened so fast. I jumped and quickly looked away, pointedly moving my body away from him as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I'm such a fucking idiot, how could I allow myself to stare?!

Ugh, he probably thinks I'm a weirdo now. I thought as I thinned my lips. We sat in a more awkward silence. I knew I did this, I hated it.

Say something, damn it! I screamed in my head. But just as I started to think about what to say, Miguel spoke.

"What part of California are you from?" Miguel asked. I looked back at him, surprised to see calm eyes looking back. I shifted in my seat to better face him.

"In Gardena, around the Los Angeles area." I answer.

"What's it like there?"

"Uh, it's warm practically year round. It's kinda on the poor side. I lived right by the beach, so that's kinda cool. Morning fogs during the spring and fall seasons." I tell him, brows furrowed as I try to think of everything.

"Sounds nice. Why come all the way out here?" He sounded almost accusatory. I bit my tongue to stop any retort from escaping. I needed to stay civil.

"I'm going to school here. I heard Fordham University was the way to go for my writing major." I say a bit tersely.

"Writing? Like journalism." He had a small scowl on his face.

"No, creative writing, like stories." I huff out.

"And how do you plan for this degree to help you?" Now he was just jabbing at me.

"It's helping me better my craft."

"Oh, so you came with the dead end."

"Dead end?!"

"You can't become a writer overnight."

"I'm willing to put in the work."

"And if it takes you nowhere?"

"It will."

"How do you know?"

"I-"

"Here's your food!" Beti said suddenly, placing the plates of food in front of me and Miguel. I immediately turned to Beti with a warm smile.

"Thank you, it smells really good." I say. It smelled just like how my grandma made it. It made me a little homesick, but I suppose that's a good thing with food. Beti returned the smile and gave my cheek a loving pat.

"You're welcome, mi linda. Is there anything else I can get you?" I shake my head.

"No, thank you."

"Por su puesto, mi hijita." She turned to Miguel and gave him a very disapproving glare. "Comportaté."

I shot him a smug look as his face reflected offense, staring at the lady's back as she walked away.

"¿Y yo qué hice?" He called after her. He turned to me and glared as I smugly grabbed my utensils and dug in. Miguel huffed and ate as well. The entire meal went by in silence. There wasn't much room for me to talk anyway as I shoveled bite after bite into my mouth. I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning due to nerves, and now that I was here and safe, I had nothing to worry about. I told my parents I'd be fine.

Shit! My fork and knife fell with a clatter as I hurriedly dug my phone out of my bag. Miguel glanced up at me, his taco inches away from his mouth for his next bite.

"Are you alright?" He asked, eyeing me as I quickly unlocked my phone and typed away. I chewed my lip as my leg bounced with nerves.

'I've landed safe and sound! Currently eating some food with my new roommate'

"Fine, just letting-" I was cut off by my phone's ringtone going off. I look at the caller ID and see my mom's contact. What the hell is she doing still up?! I answered quickly and put the phone to my ear. "Hey, mom!"

"Oh, it's so good to hear from you! Why didn't you text me as soon as you landed?!" She reprimanded. I chuckled nervously, trying to avoid Miguel's questioning look. How could he arch his eyebrow that high when they seemed to be glued to his eyes?

"I'm sorry, I got distracted." I tell her nervously. If there's one thing you don't mess with, it's a Latina mom.

"Ay, you and being distracted. What am I going to do with you?" I opened my mouth to speak but heard my dad on the other end and stopped, knowing he was going to take the phone next.

"Hi, mija, we're glad you landed safely."

"Hi, papí." I didn't miss how Miguel nearly choked on his food. I spared him a glance before focusing back on the conversation at hand. "How's everything on your end?"

"Oh, you know, same old same old." My dad said. I could imagine him waving his hand to dismiss my question, the image making me smile softly.

"Mhm, that so?" I asked, not believing him.

"Okay, okay, you got me. We miss you muchos, mijita." He admitted. I smiled sadly, missing them just as much.

"I miss you guys too. I promise you the holidays will come by faster than you think!" I reassure them, my tone light and happy while my face showed just how devastated I was that I wouldn't be able to see them until then. Miguel watched me, something simmering in his eyes I couldn't quite catch. I was still trying to avoid his eye, obviously.

"Bueno, ojala, it is soon." My dad tells me, his voice full of sadness.

"It will be, I promise you that." I was barely keeping myself together. "Alright, I have to go. It's pretty rude of me to be talking on the phone while with company."

"Ah, sí, of course, of course." My dad said with a chuckle. "Enjoy your date."

"He's not-" I started but was interrupted by the click of the hangup sound. My cheeks erupted in pink as I put my phone down, clearing my throat.

Every damn time. He's not my boyfriend, dad! I thought in my head as I plastered a smile on my face.

"Sorry about that, you know how family is." I explain quickly, going back to my food. Miguel only nodded.

"Feeling homesick after hearing from them?" He simply asked. I hesitated.

"A little bit. But this is something I have to do. I can't quit now." I say with a determined voice. I worked way too hard and way too much for a little homesickness to tear it all down. No, I will see this through! Miguel only nodded and went back to his food. I did the same, though I was no longer hungry. I picked at my food more than I ate it. When Miguel had finished his meal, I asked for a box and packed up what I couldn't finish. Miguel paid, and we were back on our way to the apartment. We were silent again, simply in our own minds, as music played softly through the radio. I could feel my mind starting to overthink my decision to come out here.

What if it's not all it's cracked up to be? What if I'm not able to wow everyone here like I did back home? What if I'm actually a mediocre writer with an inflated ego? Oh gods, what will I do then?!

"What do you write about?" Miguel asked me suddenly, making me jump. I looked at him, blinking away the remnants of my thoughts.

"Uh, any sort of fiction, really. I've only written short stories before." I told him. If you could call fanfiction that.

"Maybe you should let me read something." I looked at him suspiciously. When did he suddenly have an interest in my writing? The last time I checked, he thought it was a dead-end career.

"What's the catch?" I ask him. He sighs.

"The way I talked to you wasn't fair. I just want to avoid seeing you fail. I'm sure you've got plenty of potential, but I don't want your hopes and dreams crushed. Call it the father instinct in me." He says with a shrug.

"You've got a kid?" I ask him. I wasn't expecting to room with a dad, that wasn't in the advertisement he put out. His lips thinned as his gaze hardened on the road.

"No." He went silent after that, so I didn't press. Was he experiencing baby fever because I was around? That doesn't make sense, I'm twenty-three. How could he be? My eyes slunk back out the window as the air between us grew awkward and left a sour taste in my mouth.

Quick, think of something! I chew my lip in thought before looking over at Miguel again.

"So, what do you do for work?" I ask, thinking an icebreaker question will alleviate the tension building up. Miguel glanced at him, his gaze softening ever so slightly before he looked back out to the road. It was something, at least.

"I'm a bioengineer." He says. I couldn't help the look of disbelief that took over as I gave him a once over.

"You? A bioengineer?"

"Yes, I study the-"

"I know what they do, Miguel, I just don't believe you are one."

"And why is that?"

"I mean, look at you! You're the spitting image of a gym rat." I joked. Though, that quickly died down as he gave me another glance with an unamused expression this time.

"And what is a bioengineer supposed to look like?" Miguel questioned, his eyes narrowed on the road as if challenging me to answer.

"Uh…like a nerd?" I tried. I chuckled nervously as this only caused Miguel to look more pissed off than before. I gulped.

"I'm starting to rethink this arrangement." He said with an annoyed tone.

"No, no, please! I'm sorry, I was only joking, I swear!" I quickly told him. I couldn't lose this apartment, I had nowhere else to go!

"So was I." He smirks. An offended look makes my jaw drop.

"You didn't sound like you were joking."

"I sounded like that to myself." He said with a shrug. I huff and look back out the window, crossing my arms.

"It wasn't funny." I mumble.

What an asshole. I think, glaring out my window. Silence falls between us as Miguel continues the drive back to his apartment.

I take my phone out and click on Tumblr. It was the only place where I posted my works. Mostly fanfiction, really, but I was working on a book. I had high hopes I'd be finished by Christmas. But hope and reality were two different things. I sigh and click on the "notes" of my most recent post. I read through the comments and reblogs, smiling to myself at the positive feedback I received. The piece was of that Spider-Man guy. The news had been crazy about recently. I noticed a goldmine of fans obsessed for any bit of work to thirst over, so I figured, why not? Might as well give some fan service. The post had reached higher numbers than I expected. It satisfied me. I didn't care about the numbers or anything, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't boost my ego. I smirk to myself. Miguel didn't know what he was talking about, I knew I could make it.

After reading through all the feedback, I lock my phone and look out the window once more. I realized with a shock that I was in New York. Home of Spider-Man. How weird, right? I mean, here I am, a fanfiction writer, in the homestate of Spider-Man, the very man I wrote my recent piece about. What are the chances I'd actually see him in action? It's probably slim, but a girl can hope. Hell, it would help with learning his moves and better portray him in my writing. Clips can only do so much justice, and, what can I say, I'm a sucker for accuracy.

I yawn into the back of my hand, getting more comfortable and sinking into the seat. I'm sure just resting my eyes for a few moments wouldn't hurt. Just a moment to let my mind think of new ideas and whatnot. Just…a few…moments.

Before I knew it, I was out like a light.

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misc-obeyme · 5 months

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omg i didnt send that on anon did i rip

-🍪/🥐

Hello there, friend! You were indeed off anon when you sent the first ask, but I have put it here so that I can answer it without revealing your identity. :)

And yes of course you can be 🍪 or 🥐! Did you want me to choose one?? Because how am I supposed to choose between two delicious things?! Though admittedly, I think I'd go with 🥐 in the end because saying croissant is also fun. Anyway, I will add it to the list unless you'd prefer to choose something else entirely since I am now aware of who you are. I'm honestly never sure if anons stay anon because they don't want me to know them or if it's because they don't want my followers to? I just want everyone to be as comfortable as possible. I'll still add it to the list but let me know if you would like it changed! (ETA: It has occurred to me that I will still know who it was even if you changed it lol. Listen I'm in low brain power mode still. Anyway...)

Also, thank you I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! 💕

Anyway, I 1000% agree with your entire ask.

I have to admit that I haven't even heard of some of the things you're talking about. Dough sheeter is a new term for me, but I am inferring its use by context. I absolutely believe that Barb has like professional style maybe even industrial grade cooking appliances. Because how often does he have to cook entire feasts for at least ten people? It happens so frequently, there's no way he doesn't have all of the equipment needed to cook and bake as much as he does. Plus they have the whole castle kitchen, I'm sure it's huge! And also I don't see Diavolo sparing any expense for his butler's kitchen. He probably just gave Barb a bunch of money and was like get whatever you need.

For a professional such as yourself, I think that would probably be absolutely amazing. How exciting it would be to get to use all that stuff! For someone like me, it'd be a learning session lol. I'd need him to teach me how to use it all because my baking has not extended further than a stand mixer and some piping bags.

But I think that if you're the kind of person who finds baking helps you destress (which a lot of us seem to be), I think Barbatos would be the perfect baking partner for such an activity. I kind of think that he would indulge all your Fortnite flossing tendencies. He doesn't get it, but if it works for you, then he's all for it!

I really love the idea of it being a regular thing, too. Like at first MC comes to the castle and is amazed by all the equipment. They spend a chunk of that time either being in awe over it all or learning to use it or what have you. Then as they keep coming back, they fall into this rhythm with Barbatos. He learns how MC moves around the kitchen and MC learns the same about him. Eventually, they're working in tandem and can bake together so effectively that everyone is floored by the amazing things they create.

Solomon wishes he could mess around in that kitchen! I'm convinced that Barb like locks up the more expensive stuff somehow to decrease the chances of Solomon slipping past him and messing things up. Maybe if MC was there to help supervise, Barbatos would allow Solomon to attempt cooking in the castle kitchen. But yo that would probably be a high stress situation.

Anyway, I definitely think that baking with Barbatos would absolutely be a good way to take advantage of his calming presence to relax. The brothers wouldn't be able to complain even more because I'm sure you'd be bringing them plenty of whatever you made, too.

#please now I keep thinking about all the delicious pastries we'd make together #I have a love of desserts #and bread #I would want to eat everything #well okay not everything but at least sample it all lol #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me barbatos #🥐 anon #misc answers

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lillylvjy · 1 year

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And when the seasons change (will you stand by me)

A/n- hi lovely people! So I’ve been working on this for a while and I hope it’s good to all of you reading it. This has a special place in my heart and I hope it brings comfort to some people. Yes the ending kind of drags but I wanted to put something cute at the end. Also I am not talking about James Marriott in here. It was the first name I thought of!

Warnings// panic attacks, blood, fights, swearing, reader being called names, hurt/comfort, reader getting into a fight, Wilbur and reader getting beat up, reader having doubtful thoughts, bullying and some kissing. Tell me if I missed anything :-)

words: 3.1k (I may have gotten carried away….)

Not edited!!

Enjoy <33

^^ pretty boy

You weren’t one for fights. But when people either talked shit about you or someone you cared for. That’s when shit went down.

You were sitting down in the cafeteria, drawing and listening to your playlist, waiting for Wilbur to be done with band class. He insisted on doing band, even though he hated the director, for his last year of high school. He loved it so much… even if he hated half the people. You supported him with whatever he wanted to do because he’s your best friend, and you love him.

That’s when everything went down hill.

Wilbur wasn’t the most popular kid but people did certainly like him. But some people…. Thought he was too much or too over his head.

As you sat in the corner near the back, a couple of people walked passed you as one of them slaps the back of your head.

You look up and see Catherine. The local school bitch. She’s had it out for you since 8th grade when you dated the guy she liked. I know stupid right?! By the way, worst and only relationship you’ve been in.

You rolled your eyes at her and continued drawing. As you were about to finalize your art, it got snatched out of your hands and ripped into pieces by James. The ex in question.

You sighed, “hello James.” You greeted him, completely ignoring the bitch and her minion behind him. Wasn’t your first rodeo like this.

“Don’t you ignore, you bitch. I came here for something.” Catherine added.

“Oh! And what’s that?” You faked curiosity.

“I came here to tell you that your little boyfriend, needs to stay out of my way or he’s going to get it. Like last time.”

Last time.

You were at home “sick” and skipping school when Wilbur called you crying and hyperventilating, asking you to pick him up. As you got to the school, it was around lunch, so everyone was either outside in the courtyard or inside. You saw Wilbur walk up to the car with his hood up and head down.

“Hey! What’s up? What happen-“ you didn’t get to finish your sentence when he pulled down his hood. His face was all bruised and messed up.

Your face fell and you turned your body to look at him. “Who did that? Wil, you have to tell me.” You voice got shaky as you looked at him.

You didn’t realize you were crying until Wilbur brought a hand, shakily, to your face.

“I’ll tell you when we get home ok? But for now stop crying so you can drive us to get food.” He cracked a smile as you laughed.

“Ok, what do you want?” You said as you started driving out of the parking lot.

“We go to the same place darling.” He said stubbornly.

“Ok! Damn, I’m trying to be nice and ask just in case, asshole.” You scoffed.

“Yeah I know. I’m just teasing.” Wilbur held your hand in his as you drove.

You’d think you guys were dating just by that interaction. Yes you were in love with him. But he definitely didn’t like you. You were just…. you.

Once you both ate and went home, Wilbur told you who did it and showed you all of the other bruises he had.

Stomach.

Face.

Wrist.

Probably from being held down.

Why didn’t you go to school?! Why was I so selfish! If you were there it wouldn’t have been that bad. I could’ve stopped it.

You blamed yourself for it entirely. Wilbur saw you crying again as you helped him clean his cuts. He brought you into his chest as you sobbed and apologized over and over again.

Wilbur knew what you were thinking and was quick to shut those thoughts down. “Love, it’s not your fault at all. It wouldn’t have made a difference either way if you were there. They could’ve hurt you and I’d not want that. Don’t blame yourself please.” Wilbur finished as he kissed your forehead.

You nodded and dragged him into your room. You turned on a movie as he dropped his head on your chest. You played with his hair as your thoughts got louder and louder.

Your fault.

You selfish person! If you were there, he wouldn’t be hurting!

You’re the cause of this.

You never told Wilbur about it.

But that was last year.

And you still blamed yourself.

But you weren’t going to let this pathetic person in front of you get to you. No. You were going to stay calm and let it go.

“No you won’t. You had James and his buddies do it. You won’t do shit.” You said back to her.

“Wanna say that again, whore. I will have you taken care of if I have to as well.” Catherine said as she came closer to my face. “And it won’t be as pretty as the last time.” She finished.

“You’re pathetic.” You said to her as you grabbed your bag and tried to leave.

Before you could leave, you were dragged outside the school and held to the wall by Bridget. And James.

He just watched.

But he looked confused.

“I’m going to put you through the same hell he went through.” Catherine growled out.

You don’t remember what happened next but all you new was that there was blood on both yours and Catherine’s face once you were done. James was holding her back and apologizing profusely to you as Bridget was recording the whole thing.

Why is he apologizing? She should apologize to me for trying to get at me and talking about my Wilbur.

“Stop recording you asshole.” You spit at Bridget while holding your nose and stomach. Bridget did decide to join later on and lunch you in the stomach multiple times to get some good entertainment, which never felt good.

“You crazy bitch. Stay away from me!” Catherine screams as she gets out of James’ grip and runs to the school. Bridget and James looks at you. Bridget with a disgusted look on her face and James looked at you worriedly.

You just smiled with your slightly bloodied teeth and bowed the best you could. “You’re welcome. Now you know not to mess with me or Wilbur again. Ok?” You asked. Bridget scoffed as James nodded. As they both walked away, you leaned over to grab your phone that got thrown on the floor. You opened your camera and saw how you looked.

Blood dripping down your nose uncontrollably. You had a cut on your eyebrow and a slash down your cheek.

Damn rings!

And you had bruises everywhere.

To put it short you looked terrible!

You shakily open your contacts app, click on Wil’s info and called him.

You looked around, trembling. Trying to see if he was even around you.

No stupid! He’s in art right now!

“Hey y/n! I actually meant to call you! Do you maybe want to-“

“Wil?” Your voice was shaky as it cracked.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Are you ok?” Wilbur asked in a hurry.

“I- I had too. They were making fun of you and threatening you. They said they were going to do it again.” You cried into the phone.

It.

Wilbur knew the it.

He let out a shaky breathe. “Darling where are you?” Wilbur asked in a hushed voice. You heard rustling around and Wilbur ask if he could go to the nurses office. “Darling?”

“I-I-I’m out the doors from the cafeteria. You know where.” You said, trying to hold in cries and calm yourself down.

Wilbur eventually found you as you leaned against the brick building with you hand cupping your nose.

Why did they bring you there?

What did they going to do to you?!

Wilbur pushed his anger aside and rushed to you. “Jesus, love! Are you ok? What happened?” Wilbur asked all in one breath.

“I-I’m fine. I think. I can’t really see or breathe and I’m scared Wil.” You cried to him as he wrapped his arms around you and leant your head against his head.

“Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Can you hear my heart beat?” You nodded. “Good. Now I want you to breathe with me, alright?” You nodded again as he started to breathe slowly with you. “Exactly. In. Then out. There you go bubs.” Wilbur rubbed your back as you finally calmed down and wiped your eyes, which you soon regretted.

“Ow! Shit, I keep forgetting my eye is bruised.” You whined.

“Hey. How about this? We get food, go to your place, get you cleaned up and cuddle. You have a comfy bed and netflix so we can just watch romcoms or anything you’d like.” Wilbur offered.

You laughed. “Ok now you’re just stealing my lines from a year ago.” You sassed at him.

“Well I’m sorry! But it’s a good idea and it helped so we’re doing it!” Wilbur exclaimed.

“Ok I’m in!” You agreed.

“Oh you didn’t really have a choice.” Wilbur commented as he held his hands out to you and lifted you up. “We’ve got to clean up that!” Wilbur sassily gestured to your face. You scoffed and slapped his arm as you both made your way to Wilbur’s car.

Once you both got food, yes at the same place, you went to your house and went straight to your bathroom.

“Sit. I’ll get everything.” Wilbur patted the countertop as he started to find the rubbing alcohol and first aid kit. You hopped up onto the counter and took off your bloodied shirt. Before anyone says anything. Wilbur has probably seen much worse and plus he’s seen you in swim suit before. Nothing special about it.

As Wilbur turned around, he looked at your stomach. His face dropped as he continued to analyze it. You were confused at first until you looked down. You face soon relaxed as you finally remembered about the kicking and punching they did to your stomach.

“Wil, I’m fine. I promise. It doesn’t hurt bad as it looks.” You told him in a hushed voice.

“Bullshit, love. You’re worse than I was.”

Wilbur said as he walked over to you and looked at your rib cage more. “They couldn’t broken something.”

“But they didn’t. And plus I put up a good fight! My fist are very strong may I add.” You said as you pathetically punched him in his stomach. He dramatically folded, clutching his stomach as he went down on the floor.

“Good bye everyone. Good bye my sunshine. Until we meet…. Again. Bleh.” Wilbur sat there with his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his body slumped over.

You started clapping while he got up from the floor. “Brilliant. Just astounding.” You said in a dramatic Victorian voice. Wilbur giggled as he got the cloth damp with the alcohol.

“Why thank you my lady.” He said, taking your hand and kissing it gently. “Now sit still, this is gonna hurt. Just squeeze my hand love.” Wilbur said in a gentle voice as you took a deep breathe.

Wilbur cleaned the cut on your forehead and eyebrow as you whimpered and held his hand tightly. “I know love. Just keep squeezing, we’re almost done.” He whispered to you as he moved down to your lip. As he cleaned your face, you admired him. The way his eyes narrowed when he concentrated. The way his eyes filled with guilt when your whimpered at the sting. The way his eyes filled with so much care and adoration as he looked at you.

“Do I look bad ass still?” You asked him in a joking tone.

Wil laughed and nodded. “Oh yeah! Definitely.” You giggled at him as you felt him clean up your nose the best he could.

“Wil don’t even try. I’ll get it later, ok?” You told him as he nodded. Before you realized what was happening you felt a kiss on your nose. You looked at Wilbur dumbfounded as he cleaned up the mess on the counter.

When he finally looked up at you, he narrowed his eyes at you. “What? Is there something on my face?” Wilbur asked. Before he could do anything else, your grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer to you.

As he got closer to you, you cupped his face and brought him down to your lips. Wilbur placed his hands around your waist, gently, as your kissed you back almost immediately. The kiss was slow and calculated. Almost hesitant. Once you brought Wilbur’s face closer to yours, that’s when the kids got hard, yet still slow.

After some time, you both pulled away to catch your breathes. As you did so, you and Wilbur rested your forehead tighter as you laughed.

“That was….”

“Amazing.” Wilbur finished for you, still amazed of the fact that you kissed him. One that he even got to kiss you.

“Wil. It’s you. It’s always been you.“ you tell him as you rub your thumbs over his cheek bones. As you look into his eyes, you can’t help but get lost in them. You loved how he let down his guard he always put up when he was around you. You loved how he made you feel at any given time. You loved everything about him.

You loved him.

“Love…” Wilbur sighed as he saw your eyes start to gloss up with tears.

“No. Don’t say anything please. I know you probably don’t like me that way and I get it, but I need to tell you more. Ever since I saw you in my 3rd grade class, I knew you were going to be someone special to me. Yes, you were an awkward little kid but that’s what made me gravitate towards you. You’re sweet, nice, caring, and so much more Wil. When I saw what they did to you that day, I-“ You took a deep breathe before continuing. “I promised myself I would protect you the best I could. And that was also the day I came to terms with my feelings for you. I love you Wilbur. I love you so very much.” You said as you sniffed and smiled at him.

Wilbur smiled back as he brought his hands up to you cheeks and held you face so gently, it was like he thought you’d break from the slightest bit of pressure. He ran his thumb across your cheek to gather the tears that fell out if your eyes. “Love. I love more than life itself. I know, I know. Cheesy. But it’s true. You are my life. Ever since that 3rd grade class.” You both laughed and he rest his forehead on yours. “I wish I could describe the feeling I have but I can’t. All I can do is show you. If that’s ok with you.” Wilbur finished as he looked at you with a questioning look.

“Yes. Of course it’s ok. Come here, please.” You slightly begged as you pulled him down for another kiss. The kiss was still slow, but it was deep and full of passion and love. As the kiss got deeper and more desperate, Wilbur slightly rubbed on one of your bruises on accident, forgetting they were there in that moment. You pulled away with a wince as Wilbur quickly stepped back away from you.

“I’m so sorry! I totally forget! I won’t do it again, I can stay away from you if yo-“

“Wilbur shut up!” You laughed at him. “I’m fine, babe. I promise. Just caught me off guard.” You smiled up at him as he came back over to you with a smirk.

“Babe? Babe. I like it. Sounds good coming from you.” Wilbur lowly whispered to you.

You blushed and looked down. “Well you better get used to it, babe, because it’s going to occur pretty often.” You bit back a smile as you looked at him.

“Hey! I’m ok with that. As long as I get to call you honey.” Wilbur held your hands.

You giggled at the nickname and shook your head. “No! That sounds like an old married couples nickname. I love it.” You smiled up at him as he leant down and pecked your nose.

“Good because that’s going to occur pretty often, honey!” Once Wilbur said honey, he scooped you up in his arms and brought you to your room. He threw you on the bed and layer on top of you, not putting all of his weight on you.

“Uh! Wil your so heavy, get off!” You whined, pawing at him. He looked up at you with the most offended look he could muster. He rolled off of you and faced his back towards you. You rolled your eyes and got up. You went to your closet and grabbed clothes. “Keep facing that way please! I’m changing.”

As you settled down and got everything where it needed, you jumped on Wilbur and koala hugged him. “Hello my love.” You said in a whisper as you looked at him. He pushed you off of him and went back to facing the same way. “Wait? Are you actually upset? If you are I’m sorry. I didn’t mean too.”

He rolled back over and wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you down on top of him so you were lying on him. “No love. I’m not actually mad. I’m just joking. I promise.” He whispered to you as he kissed your forehead.

“Ok good. I don’t like making you upset with me.” You admitted to him as you nuzzled into his neck.

“You could never make me upset with you love. Well….. unless you steal my food, that’s a good possibility!” He joked as you laughed at him. He rubbed your back as you melted into his touch.

“I love you, honey.” Wilbur said.

“I love you too, babe.” You pecked his lips.

“Ok so, tangled or princess and the frog?” He asked you grabbing the remote

“Tangled! Is that even a question- actually don’t answer that! That is a good question.” You admitted.

“Why not watch both?!” Wilbur suggested.

“Best idea fucking ever! This is one of the many reasons why I love you.”

“That and my very handsome looks.”

“Yeah. Sure. Think that all you want.”

“Oh shut it! You like my looks!” Wilbur yelled at you, throwing a pillow at you.

You laughed and nodded. “Now that’s true!”

You settled into Wilbur’s side as the movie intro began playing.

He knows he’s on my mind. And I’m definitely on his.

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sunshine-overload · 11 months

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[BSTS] Ran Birthday 4* Card Story

(note: Sabu is Ran’s pet dog, he’s a dobermann)

chapter 1 -starless hallway-

ran: Nee-chan, I finally found ya! Hey hey, hang out with me for a bit!

saki: Hello there, Ran-san. Sure, but what for?

ran: To find me a present to use for my birthday event! I heard it’s ok for me to pick it out together with ya.

saki: Your birthday is just around the corner isn’t it.

ran: Yup! Ah wait, you didn’t have other plans today did ya?

saki: No I’m free. I’d love to come along.

ran: Woohoo! I’ve been so excited for today that I was startin’ to get impatient.

saki: Fufu, were you really looking forward to it that much?

ran: Duh, of course I was! I’m not only getting to go on a date with ya but I’m also getting a gift chosen for me. What could be better than that?

-time pass, street, daytime-

saki: Do you have anything in particular that you want, Ran-san?

ran: I want a new bag that I can use when I’m takin’ Sabu for walks! Since the one I usually use got all messed up.

saki: You mean it’s worn out from longtime use…?

ran: …Well ya see, I actually got into a bit of an accident.

saki: An… accident?

ran: Well I guess ya could call it a cute little mishap. I was at the park with Sabu and started fishin’ around in my bag to give him a treat. But when I did that Sabu thought it was a new game, he pulled on the bag so hard I thought the shoulder straps were gonna rip off. Ain’t Sabu still charming even in this bag destroying story?

saki: S-so that’s what happened then… In that case how about we look for a nice and sturdy bag?

ran: Hmm, I want one that’s light and simple so it’s easy to run around with it. Sturdy one’s are usually heavier and hard to move with right? I wanna be able to play with Sabu to the fullest.

saki: I see. These days they make a lot of light bags with high functionality though.

ran: For real!? In that case pick one of those that’d be perfect for me and Sabu!

saki: Got it.

ran: Now that that’s been decided, let’s hurry up and go~!

chapter 2 -starless restaurant area-

saki: (Ran-san’s show was so fun, you had no way of knowing what was coming next… It should be time for his photo session soon. Wait, huh? It looks like it’s already started?)

-cg

female guest 1: Ran~! Look over here~!

ran: Okie dokie~! Make sure ya take a real good pic!

saki: (Wow…! He’s changing poses after every photo they take!)

ran: Thank ya all for comin’ today! Ran-chan will keep bein’ in ya care from now on!

female guest 2: So cool~! I’ll always be supporting you!

ran: Oh! Thank ya~ Man this is the best, it feels like I’ve really become an idol!

female guest 3: Ran, could you please sign my photo!

ran: Sure! Give me a moment… There ya go. Make sure ya treasure this photo of my shining self. ♪

-time pass, lobby-

ran: Ah, Nee-chan! You’re here. What’d ya think? My appeal was demonstrated in full force wasn’t it?

saki: Yes. It was fun getting to see you make so many different expressions.

ran: For real though, that was my first time ever doin’ a photo session, I didn’t realise they were this much fun. I might be hooked, can we do this sorta thing for normal performances too? Have somethin’ like one-on-one photo shoots with the fans afterwards?

saki: I think… that might cause some problems.

ran: Whaat, and here I was thinkin’ I’d just come up with a great idea. So that’s a no go huh. Well whatever. More importantly, look at this! The shoulder bag we got!

saki: I’m glad we were able to find you a good fit.

ran: It’s a cool colour, it’s functional and it’s sturdy! It cleared all the requirements! I love it! So much so that I wanna open it right here right now. But I want it’s debut to be once I get back home. I’ve already told Sabu that ya got us a new bag~ He looked happy about it too! It’s all thanks to ya help, so thank ya Nee-chan!

saki: Fufu, if you two are happy with it then I am too.

ran: Ah I know, on my next day off how about you come with me and Sabu for a walk? With this new bag of course.

saki: Sure. I’m looking forward to seeing Sabu-san again.

ran: Man, I already can’t wait. Ahaha getting to be with you, Sabu and the new bag, I’ll be surrounded by blessings!

—end

*Nee-chan - ran’s nickname for saki meaning big sister, it can also be used to refer to young women

#bsts ran #bsts translation

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thetavolution · 2 months

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Greeting Dialogues

I did some for Minty, Laura, Ingrid, Bex, Paloma, and Tessa! I saw @vatyrie-avaris do it and now I'm copying.

Minty

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Low Approval:

flatly "Oh. What do you want?"

"Isn't there someone else you could go talk to?"

annoyed "Just spit it out. I have more important things to do than waste time with you."

Neutral Approval:

"Hey, everything okay?

cheerful "What is it you need?"

"I hope everything's okay. Well, as okay as they can be under the circumstances."

High Approval:

happy, excited "Hey, you! If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

"I was hoping you'd come by. What can I do for you?"

"If you need anything, just say the word and I'll do what I can."

Romanced:

"Hey, sweetheart, it's so good to see you."

"Gods, I still can't believe how lucky I am. Look at you."

"Is everything alright, my love?"

Laura

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Low Approval:

"Gods, what now?"

"Make it quick."

sarcastic "Oh great, it's the wondrous leader of our little troupe. I'm so glad you've decided to honor me with your presence."

Neutral Approval:

"I'm glad to see you aren't dead yet. I hope it stays that way."

"Everything good?"

"Need me again already?"

High Approval:

"Hello there, friend."

excited "Oh hello! I was just thinking about you."

"Whatever you need, I'm at your disposal."

Romanced:

"What do you need of me, my darling?"

"Hello, lover. Did that sound debonair? I really hope it did. I'm working on sweeping you up off your feet."

heartfelt, distracted by love "You are so beautiful."

Ingrid

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Low Approval:

"Um... I didn't expect you to talk to me. What's on your mind?"

"Hm?"

sighs "Yes, what is it?"

Even if she is in low approval, she struggles to be mean. She just gets distant and doesn't say much.

Neutral Approval:

"Do you need me?"

"Oh, um, hello..."

"How can I help?"

She is very shy with people she doesn't know so she doesn't say much. You will barely notice a difference between neutral and low.

High Approval:

"A little birdie told me you'd want to speak with me. I mean, literally. A little birdie told me. Um... how can I help?"

"Hi! I'm so glad you came over to chat. I hope nothing's happened. Sorry. I mean that I hope nothing else has happened."

"Hello, friend, what brings you my way?"

She's just awkward forever. I'm sorry. She does get more talkative if she likes you.

Romanced:

"Hello, honey. Please, let me know what I can do for you."

"My joy! I really wanted to come talk with you, but I didn't want to bother you."

"My heart's root. I can't believe how lucky I am that you chose me."

Bex

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Low Approval:

"Hey, asshole, you need my help? Screwing up that bad, huh?"

exasperated "The Gods must really hate me if they keep bringing you over here."

"Fucking what?"

It was so hard not to add "dude" to the end of "Fucking what?" for her.

Neutral Approval:

"Hey, what's up?"

"I was wondering when you'd come back around."

"Need my help again?"

High Approval:

playful "Hey, pal, lookin' for some help?"

"You're just in time! I just finished writing a new song I want to play for you. (laughs) Don't worry, I'm just messing around. Could you imagine if I was actually like that?"

"What can I do ya for, buddy?"

Romanced:

"Gods, you're amazing. You're only flaw is being attracted to someone like me."

affectionately "Hey turtle, what is it?"

"Hello, gorgeous."

I don't know why she calls her lover "turtle."

Paloma

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Low Approval:

"Why are you talking to me and not one of your actual friends? Or does everyone dislike you just as much as me?"

"Does annoying me bring you joy?"

exasperated "Can I help you?"

Neutral Approval:

"Sorry, I was just taking time to meditate. What do you need?"

friendly "At your service."

"Looks like you've been surviving the horrors. For now."

High Approval:

"My dear friend, what is it you need?"

"I do enjoy chatting with you."

"Looks like you have something on your mind. Don't be afraid to tell me anything."

Romanced:

"Hello, my love."

after watching Tav, silently "Oh... sorry, I forget myself. It's so easy to do that with you."

"You make me feel like a school girl again. Is there something you wanted?"

Tessa

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Low Approval:

"Look, you don't like me and I don't like you, so let's keep the talking to a minimum."

"You have a really punchable face.... Huh? Sorry, what did you want?"

gives an exasperated sigh "Yeah?"

Neutral Approval:

"How can I help?"

"Need something?"

clearly forgetting Tav's name, but being friendly "Oh hey.... you. How's it going?"

High Approval:

"Just the person I wanted to see! I'm free to chat about anything."

excited "Oh thank the gods you're here, I've been bored out of my mind."

"If you're looking for someone to talk to, I'm all ears, friend."

Romanced:

"Well hello, my love. Did you need something or did you just miss me?"

"I treasure every moment spent with you. I only wish I could make it last forever."

"Hi, honey bunny, can I help you with anything?"

#tav bg3 #tav oc #my tav #my tavs #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #Minty #Laura #Ingrid #Paloma #Bex

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heavenlymorals · 1 year

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Vikings ask what was ivars relationship with his brothers

Hello and thank you much for the ask, I appreciate it, considering that this blog almost always seem dead, lmao-

Anyways, as for Ivar's relationships with his brothers, here are my thoughts, based mostly on what we see in the show:

Bjorn: I don't think that Bjorn and Ivar had much of a relationship, if they had a relationship at all. There is never a moment in the show where we see Bjorn and Ivar in a cordial manner before or after England. They barely have an scenes together that aren't about the Civil war or Ragnar's death. Even still, before they went out to sea, we see that Bjorn just doesn't care, evidenced by the way he does nothing when Halfdan slyly mocks Ivar about him not being able to raid with them. He doesn't care when Sigurd dies, so why should he care about Ivar? Maybe when he was younger the two of them had a relationship where Bjorn would play with him for an hour or so and leave till next month, but as Ivar grew older, its just quite obvious that both of them are apathetic to each other at best and outright hostile to each other at worst.

Ubbe: I think that Ubbe's role as the eldest made him forced to be this sort of surrogate father figure to his brothers, so that is what I imagine him to be to Ivar before what goes down in York. We can see him encouraging Ivar, listening to him, defending him from the people who mock him, and just being proud of him in a way that resembles more a father's pride than a brother's. I do believe that Ivar still respected Ubbe at least somewhat as a brother after his mess-up in York, but when Ubbe sided with Lagertha, that was when all respect was gone. You can see in the negotiations between Ivar and Lagertha that Ubbe was still trying to use his position as an older brother and father figure to get Ivar to consider a truce, but again, Ubbe literally sided with his mother's murderer, so why would Ivar listen (Yes, I know that the Kattegat civil war eventually spiraled into a power grab for Ivar more than revenge, but that doesn't matter rn)? After that, I don't think there was much of a relationship left, mostly bitterness, animosity, and perhaps a sadness of what could've been.

Hvitserk: I feel like Hvitserk was that cool brother that Ivar had, who was less worried about keeping him safe, and thus wouldn't care about treating Ivar like glass, which in turn Ivar would love. i feel like that was their relationship before York. Hvitserk would fight with him, encourage him, refuse to acknowledge his disability in the way that Aslaug and perhaps Ubbe did. He made Ivar feel like an equal, which I am sure that Ivar appreciated. Post-York, I feel like Ivar got too drunk with power and began pushing Hvitserk around and straight up bullying him as well. He began to lose respect for Hvitserk at this point too and I am sure Hvitserk felt the same, with the only difference being that Ivar is a natural-born leader while Hvitserk is a natural-born follower. Burning Thora was obviously the turning point for Hvitserk and whatever little respect he had for Ivar was gone at that point. Then Ivar gets kicked out of Kattegat and Hvitserk starts getting high on shrooms and I believe that afterwards, they both get sober. Ivar gets sober from the power he deluded himself to have and then supports Hvitserk through his addiction as well. At that point, they only had each other so whatever grievances they had before was water under the bridge (whether this is good or bad writing, I will leave it to you, dear readers). This made them have a bond that unbreakable in the end, leading to the final battle against Alfred.

Sigurd: I feel Sigurd and Ivar didn't always dislike each other, but it was more so something that happened over time. Obviously Sigurd was jealous of Ivar for stealing his mother's attention away from him, and unlike Ubbe and Hvitserk, he never was given a moment to remember the love of his mother before she became queen and he probably didn't remember his father period. That would make anyone be bitter and Ivar's attitude definitely did not help. He is snarky, sarcastic, and a huge brat, and that probably got on Sigurd's nerves as well, giving him an excuse to exercise his resentment without being the sole aggressor. But still though, blood is thicker than water and all that, so they obviously still cared for each other, even if only somewhat. You can see the worry on Sigurd's face when Ivar comes back from England. I mean, shit. Ivar was the one who killed Sigurd and was the only one who was crying about it in the funeral. Whether from mourning or just guilt remains ambiguous. If Ivar is good at anything, its wearing his heart on his sleeve, so I don't think he was faking it. They hate each other, sure, but they were still brothers. I think that is the best way to explain their relationship.

I hope this satisfies your question!

#vikings #ivar the boneless #ubbe ragnarsson #bjorn ironside #hvitserk ragnarsson #sigurd snake in the eye

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chalterdh22 · 11 months

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Chapter 10: Is There a Job Opening?

Just as I was getting used to the silence, I started hearing people talking in the distance. I look in towards town. It’s not as busy as Tatooine, and way cleaner. People were bustling around, either just making their way from one point to another or working on cleaning and fixing up the town like Din said. Everyone seemed to mind their own business as we walked through, occasionally looking up and smiling at us. It’s not what I expected. Somehow, I had the idea that Mando would walk in and be treated like a celebrity or something. That’s probably what he didn’t want, so this was nice. We got closer to the center, and I heard a voice loud and prominent.

“Mando! Where have you been?” A man wearing some official wardrobe appeared with a big smile on his face. His hand stretched out to shake his. “Hey kid! You been keeping this one out of trouble?” Smiling, he turned to me. “And who is this young lady?” He reached out to shake my hand. I gave him my strong shake. “Whoa, I see she’s not one to be messed with.”.

“I’m Suri, sir. Nice to meet you.”

“Greef Karga. Pleasure to meet you. Are you Mando’s new bodyguard?” He laughed and turned to Din.

“She helped me get a new ship together and wanted to see your town… and meet our Marshal.”

“Oh!” Greef said looking at me. “You want to meet our Marshal.”

“Well, yes. I’m pretty handy in tough situations and I believe I can help be a guard or something. I need a fresh start, and Mando said this was a nice place.”

“Well then, let’s go introduce you two.” We started walking and Greef turned back to Din. “I also might have a new gift for your little one.”

“No, no more gifts for him.” Grogu looked up and cooed, ears up.

“What’s wrong with giving him gifts?” I asked.

“Long story.” Din stated and continued to walk. A door slid open for us and walking in, there were a few droids and a few people moving around. Greef walked us into another room, that appeared it was his office. He sat down in his chair behind the desk.

“Take a seat. Relax for a few minutes. Do you want anything to drink?”

“Yes please!” I responded.

“No thank you.” Din said. Shocking. Greef opened a drawer under his desk and poured a clear blue liquid into a small glass. Here slid it to me.

“Thanks.” I took a sip. Something a little stronger than I was thinking, especially this early in the morning, but whatever. Din just looked at me. Shoot, was I not supposed to take something to drink from him? I wish Din would communicate more to me.

The office door behind us opened and another tall-looking droid walked in. It looked like a, wait, an assassin droid! I reached fast for my blaster I had hidden and pulled it on him.

“Freeze right there!” The droid stopped immediately.

“Hello, I am IG-11, here to serve and protect the people of Nevarro. Is there something I can help you with?” Wait, what? I loosened the grip, realizing neither Din nor Greef even made a move towards the droid.

“Are you done?” Din asked me. “This is IG-11, the Marshal of Nevarro.” Oh, I thought. I holstered my weapon.

“Sorry, you could have warned me that an assassin droid was working for this town!” Greef laughed and stood up.

“Nah, we like to see how people react to him first. You did well! You had no problem blowing him away.” He walked over putting a hand on my shoulder. “So, what type of work you are looking for?”

“Well, I used to be a guard for a high-profile family on another planet for 2 years. They treated me well, but it was boring.” I scratched the back of my neck. “I also have some background in, um, different fighting styles on the side.” I wasn’t sure how to word the last one without sounding like a womprat getting into fights for money.

“Hmmm.” Greef putting his hand on his chin looking over at Mando. “Well, hopefully, we don’t get too much trouble around here anymore, with Mando being a resident and all.”

“But I’m not here all the time. I thought about maybe taking her and training her on a few collections I need to make. That’ll give you more experience and you will earn Greef’s trust by earning mine.” I looked at Din who was now looking at me. He never said anything about going on his missions before. I wasn’t so sure about that, but the thought also excited me. I love adventure. I looked back at Greef.

“Sounds like a plan! Do you need anything Suri? Extra clothing, provisions, food, other supplies?” He was now looking at Mando.

“Food rations would be nice. She’ll need more clothes and stronger boots for where we will be going.”

“Thanks.” I said.

“Well, let’s see what we have for you young lady. I suppose you won’t be needing any dress outfits where you’re going,” he laughed.

“I don’t think so.” He handed me a new pair of boots, that had side inserts for weapons. They were so cool. And a holster to hold a ton of stuff. I put it all on to make sure it fit me properly. Taking a few steps, I strutted a bit like I was on a runway. “What do you think?” I asked Mando, giving him a smirk.

“Cute. She’ll need a few more knives and at least one more gun.”

Greef brought me out a few more stacks of different clothing. This is probably the most I’ve had since working for that family, I was thinking.

“Thank you again. I really appreciate it.”

“Any friend of Mando’s is a friend of mine.” Oh, friends are we I thought. Huh. Maybe more like co-workers, but whatever.

“Thank you.” Mando said to Greef holding his hand out to shake.

“And what about the little guy? Shouldn’t he get something?” Greef walked back to the shelf.

“No, no. He’s just fine. Thank you.” Mando said, but Grogu was now reaching for whatever Greef was carrying in his hands.

“Oh, it’s just a little toy for him is all. Here you go buddy.” He handed Grogu something like a ball and squishy. Grogu looked at it for a second, plopped it in his mouth, swallowed it and made a noise.

“What was that?” I asked.

“I actually don’t know.” Greef scratched his head. “I found it outside the village. Boy, that kid will eat anything!” I started giggling, remembering what I fed him earlier.

“Let’s go.” We walked out together.

“See you guys soon, I hope! Safe travels!” Greef yelled as we walked away. Back to the cabin we go. I almost felt like skipping, but this slow, mechanical pace was just fine. A new adventure awaits, and I can’t wait!

#grogu #pedro pascal #the mandalorian #mandalorian and grogu #star wars #grogu djarin #mando #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you

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