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malice-ov-mercy · 4 months

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All I Want for Christmas

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Will Ramos x fem!Reader x Noah Sebastian

Content Warnings: 18+!, smut, threesome, use of sex toy (butt plug), oral (female receiving), fingering, double penetration, unprotected sex (vaginal and anal),

This was a request:

Anon: Could I request some Will x female reader x Noah smut with double penetration? I’m not picky about the rest. I love your work and trust that whatever you write will be great! If this is not something you feel comfortable with I totally understand! Thank you 🙏🏻

A/N: I have never written anything like this in my entire life, so please keep that in mind. I tried my absolute best. I feel like every time I get the urge to write for this little idea of mine, someone requests something. It’s only happened twice, but like… maybe it’s time I like.. ACTUALLY sit down and and write for it. Idk. It’s scary!!! Tho it doesn’t share the same title, it is a part of the All Bark series. ANYWAY. Hope you enjoy it anon!!! ALSO, I RUSHED to get this done by Christmas so it’s still rough and basically unedited, so if it’s a lil wonky and jumbled and messy at times, Im sorry!!!also, the way I was thinking abt writing something like this and then immediately getting this as a request the next day is wild

Word Count: 4.8k

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If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that includes anything I may write for Bad Omens AND/OR Will Ramos.

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Will and Noah were lounging comfortably together on the sofa when I nervously stepped into the living room. Will’s arm was draped across the back of the couch. Noah was leaning into his side mindlessly scrolling away on his phone.

“Can I talk to you both really quick?” I asked quietly.

They glanced up at me briefly then shared a look of concern between themselves. Noah locked his phone and tossed it aside. Will reached for the remote while Noah leaned forward and rested his arms on his thighs. His gaze found mine, worry simmering deep in his almost black, boba-esque eyes.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Will spoke, lowering the TV volume.

I smiled shyly at the pet name. Worry also settled itself in Will’s enchantingly warm brown eyes, but curiosity also presented itself.

“So, I know I said I didn't want anything really special for Christmas,” I started. Panic flashed on their faces, making me chuckle. “Relax, I’m not changing my mind at the last minute.”

My hands and fingers fidgeted nervously as I looked at them. Their gazes bore into me, waiting anxiously for whatever I was about to tell them. I thought about what and how I want to bring this up, but now that the conversation was on the cusp of happening, I froze. Shyness and maybe a hint of embarrassment started creeping through my body.

“Uhm,” I croaked.

Will and Noah’s brows raised, still waiting patiently for me to find my voice. The weight of their stares began to set heavily on my chest. Suddenly I felt overwhelmed and lost all my mustered up courage.

“You know, nevermind.”

The words tumbled from my mouth as I quickly turned to leave.

“Hey, no. Come here.” Noah’s firm yet gentle tone stopped me in my tracks.

I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes. With a deep breath, I turned around and walked slowly towards Will and Noah. They scooted away from each other and made room for me to sit between them. Will flipped the TV off then ran his hand up and down my back. Noah placed a hand on my thigh and gave it a comforting squeeze.

“It’s fine if you’ve changed your mind,” Will spoke first. “You can tell us.” He pressed a kiss to my temple.

Being sandwiched between them only made the anxious gurgling in my stomach worse. Restlessly, I picked at my fingers and cuticles. A tattooed hand from each of them clasped around my fidgeting hands.

Noah bumped his shoulder against mine. “What is it you want for Christmas, baby?”

“It’s something for all three of us.”

Not looking at them proved to be easier for me as I started to explain.

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WILL’S POV

Noah wanted to order it online to avoid the crazed holiday crowds, but I insisted on getting it in store. I was worried it wouldn’t arrive on time. Plus, I didn’t want the surprise to get ruined if it happened to come while both he and I were out. This wasn’t necessarily part of her Christmas present, but we thought it would be a nice gesture.

“Are you sure it’s gonna fit?” I questioned.

Noah scoffed. “I’m sure, but I’ll keep the receipt just in case.”

“It just looks… Small.”

“You’ve been with her for so long. How do you not know any of her sizes?”

I shrugged. “I get lucky with my guesses. Plus, it never lasts past the one night. I’ve ripped every piece to shreds.”

“Well don’t fucking ruin this one.” Noah said, handing me the receipt, “It was fucking expensive.”

My eyes bulged out of my head when I saw the price.

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CHRISTMAS EVE

“This is from both of us.”

Noah kissed my forehead and handed me a simple red and green bag. Matching expectant and shy smiles were on Will and Noah’s faces. I looked at them and then the gift.

“We thought about waiting ‘til tomorrow, but now seemed better.” Will draped an arm around Noah’s shoulder.

Carefully, I picked up the bag and set it in my lap. Festive tissue paper stuck out of the top. I removed the paper and took a peek inside. A sizable black box was inside along with two other smaller ones wrapped in gold and red paper. Noah’s lips curled into a smirk when I opened the larger box and gasped.

“Are you kidding me?!”

Nestled neatly inside was a dark emerald green matching lace bra and panty. The brand tag was still attached and I nearly died. It was from the store I constantly talked Noah and Will’s ear off about. I’d been wanting something from that store for ages, but could never justify spending that kind of money.

I stared at them incredulously. “How much did this cost you?!”

“Enough that I may actually have to kill Will if he so much as tears a single thread.” Noah shot a warning glare at him, who only snickered.

“I’m a simple man.” Will shrugged. “I see a hot girl in lingerie and I lose my mind a little.”

Noah jabbed him with his elbow which made me giggle.

“The other gifts are more for what you actually asked for.”

Heat spread over my body and across my face. The jovial and light air shifted. Will sensed my hesitation and spoke softly.

“If you don’t want one of them, that’s fine. We thought it would help, so...” His voice trailed off.

They watched with bated breath as I carefully tore open the wrapping paper. One of the gifts was lube. Practical. A sleek, discreet black box was hidden under the other wrapping. I chanced a glance at Will and Noah, both of them giving me small smiles.

With slightly shaky hands, I opened the box. The warmth in my face intensified. Three different sizes of steel butt plugs awaited, each one adorned with a heart-shaped, emerald green gem. The metal was cool against my fingers. Nervous excitement stirred in my blood. My mind ran wild with erotic images. I bit my lip to keep my grin from breaking my face.

“Do you like them?” Will’s voice cut through my thoughts.

I turned my attention to Will and Noah. Noah’s face held no expression but his eyes were laced with anticipation. Will wore his emotion in his face, an equal amount of anticipation and a sprinkle of worry in his expression. It was touching that they were so concerned.

“I like them a lot!” I beamed.

Their shoulders relaxed.

“I’m just…” I looked back at the intimate gifts. “I have a lot of ideas swimming in my head.”

Mischief and intent flickered in Noah’s eyes. “Well, we can get a start on that tomorrow then.”

He walked towards me, Will close on his heels, and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. Will covered Noah’s kiss with his own.

“I expect you to wear that set all day tomorrow.” Will husked.

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CHRISTMAS DAY

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, admiring myself and the expensive lingerie the boys gifted me. The color looked incredible against my skin. I’d worn it all day like Will asked. Neither of them could keep their hands to themselves, even going as far to push the other away to touch me anywhere they could. Will managed to rip one of my favorite holiday sweaters trying to get a look at the lingerie underneath. They were like starved beasts and I was the helpless little doe.

Downstairs, I could hear Will screaming demonically along to Christmas tunes with Noah joining him periodically. Getting them to leave me alone while I prepared was almost impossible. They were so eager and willing to help. I felt a tinge of guilt for banning them to the living room, but I needed a moment to myself.

I fluffed out my hair and turned around. Bending down slightly, ran a hand over my ass cheek and spread them, just enough to see the heart-shaped emerald gem. It was an odd sensation, but intensely pleasurable. The coolness of the steel as I carefully inserted the plug rippled through my entire being. My skin felt hyper charged and electric.

“All I want for Christmas is YOU!” Will belted, his goblin-like vocals accompanied by Noah’s joyful laughter.

With a final look in the mirror and a quick deep breath, I grabbed the lube and made my way out of our shared bedroom. Noah and Will were still screaming and singing along to Christmas songs as I silently walked down the stairs. The tree in the living room illuminated the space. Soft warm white light cast a cozy and comfortable aura.

Noah stopped mid word when his eyes landed on me. A tiny and sheepish smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. Will shot up off the couch, his eyes fixed just as intensely on me. Noah stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. He pressed a soft kiss to Will’s neck then propped his chin on his shoulder.

Neither of them wore a shirt or pants, only donning the matching holiday briefs I gifted them earlier this month, and Will wearing a Santa that I didn’t even know we had. I let myself happily and hungrily drink in the sight of their heavily tattooed bodies. They looked heavenly.

Their gazes were saturated in desire as I continued my descent down the stairs, closing the remaining distance between us. A blend of excitement and nerves bubbled in my gut. Will and Noah’s eyes roamed my body from head to toe, memorizing every detail of my skin and already heightened breath, studying every little movement and twitch I made, like predators stalking their prey—except I was more than willing to let myself be devoured.

“You look pretty.” Noah said, his voice low and calm.

I offered a smile as thanks and handed him the bottle of lube. He pressed another kiss to Will’s neck as he grabbed it, letting Will slip from his hold.

Will said nothing. He continued to stare at me, a carnal desire burning deep and fiercely in his eyes. I shifted, nervous and eager under his gaze. If I was a betting woman, I’d bet his mind was running wild with dirty and erotic thoughts.

“Will?” My words were shaky and barely above a whisper.

He stayed lost in his daydream until I reached for his hand. He blinked a few times, breaking himself out of his trance then smiled brightly.

“Hi.”

I chuckled softly. “Hi.”

Will reached for his Santa hat and removed it, placing it on my head. He dipped his head down and placed a chaste kiss on my lips.

“It looks better on you.” Noah smirked.

He laughed fondly at Will’s pout. Noah patted Will’s arm and gestured for him to sit. Will interlocked our fingers and guided me to his spot on the couch. Noah set the bottle on the end table then stepped behind me. His hands started massaging my neck and shoulders. I groaned, the knots and stiffness in my muscles melting away at his tender yet purposeful movements.

“You’re so tense,” he said, breath warm in my ear, “We need you relaxed, baby.”

Noah pressed a phantom kiss below my ear lobe. My eyes fluttered shut as he continued to work out the kinks. He snuck his fingers under the straps of my bra and slowly slipped them off my shoulders. His lips teasingly ghosted along my neck, never giving me the satisfaction of his full mouth against my skin. His breath and soft touches blazed a searing path of goosebumps and heat everywhere on my body.

Will slid off the couch and kneeled before me. He ran his softly calloused hands up my legs, following the trail they made with his lips. A quiet gasp fluttered past my tongue and I leaned back into Noah. He kissed my neck lightly, eliciting another sound from me. Will’s thumbs rubbed small, delicate circles in my thighs and eased my legs apart. He slipped his hands under the waistband of my thong, and slowly peeled it away.

Taking Will’s lead, Noah unclasped my bra with practiced expertise, using only one hand while the other resumed its exploration of my body. He carefully helped me remove it and softly tossed it somewhere behind us. Will blessed my thighs with hot, open mouthed kisses, making sure each one was sufficiently spoiled. I looked down at him through my lashes. His love drunk eyes were already locked on to me, soaking in the sight of Noah sensually caressing my figure.

Will dug his fingers into my hips. He softly and audibly kissed my outer lips, merely taunting me and making me squirm in Noah’s hold. Noah pressed his body against mine, his hard cock rutting against my ass. One of his hands slithered up my chest and rested gently on my exposed throat. The other split its time, tenderly fondling each of my breasts as Will latched his mouth on my dripping pussy, loudly and ravenously enjoying his appetizer.

The moan that left my lungs was desperate and low.

“How’s she taste, Will?” The edge in Noah’s voice sent a shiver down deep to my bones. “How wet is she?”

Noah’s hand left my breasts and slid it down to my ass, roughly grabbing a handful. Will’s response was only a delighted hum that rippled through my body. His tongue flicked meticulously at my clit, moving in just the right way to make my legs go weak. I clung to Noah for stability.

“Oh, she’s extra sensitive tonight.” Noah rasped.

His hand slotted between my cheeks, using his wrist to help spread them slightly. I sucked in a sharp breath as he touched the plug still in my ass.

“I can’t wait for that to be my cock buried in you.”

Both my pussy and asshole throbbed. Noah closed his mouth on the crook of my neck, sucking soft kisses across my shoulder. His hands wandered my skin freely once more, his touch gentle and warm.

Will inserted a finger in my pussy. He wasted no time, immediately curling in search of the sensitive, spongy spot. It took a few deep, hard thrusts before he successfully found it and got the response he wanted. Noah pushed his cock against me again.

I choked a high pitched whine, a familiar elation building inside me. I didn’t know how intense my orgasm would be, but it promised to be electric.

Another finger slid inside me, edging me closer and closer to release.

Noah scraped his teeth along my nape. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

All I could do was nod. Will quickened his fingers and tongue, lapping and pumping relentlessly. Noah found his way back to my breasts and squeezed them, running his thumbs over my perked, hard nipples. He pinched and twisted the buds delicately, groaning into my neck each time I arched back and grinded against him.

“Be a good girl and cum for Will.”

I wanted to be good for Noah. I wanted to be good for Will. The edge was right there. I was on the cusp of my orgasm.

My eyes screwed shut, a white haze and speckled faux galaxies expanded and melded behind my lids. Noah embraced me closer as my body started to shudder. My hands searched for something to grasp. Each of them found Will and Noah’s head and gripped their hair tightly.

With sputtering breaths, I came on Will’s mouth and fingers. My mind was void of anything else except the overwhelming pleasure washing over me. Noah cradled me as my climax shook my body, whispering soft words about how good I was for listening. Will’s tongue coaxed me along, hungrily licking everything up, not leaving a drop behind.

I relaxed in Noah’s arms with a heavy, satisfied sigh as Will detached from me, all the tenseness in my muscles long forgotten. Noah stroked his hands down and up my arms.

I glanced down at Will.

From nose to chin was covered and glistening in my arousal. His eyes shone brightly in the soft warm white glow of the Christmas tree. One of my favorite things in the entire universe is how awestruck and lovingly Will looks at me after giving me oral. It’s like the entire world’s joy and happiness is contained in his rich brown eyes.

Will stood, his knees popping and cracking, and cupped my face. His thumbs stroked the tops of my cheeks.

“Good?” He asked.

“Good.” I smiled. Will mirrored it.

He softly pressed his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly and tenderly, pulling all the air from lungs. Noah’s hands traveled to my stomach. He pressed his fingertips into my skin, gently kneading and massaging the softness there. I gasped as his hand dipped between my thighs and spread my folds. His fingers mindlessly played in my arousal and lingering saliva, no rhyme or reason to his motions.

Will trailed kisses up my neck until he found Noah’s lips. Noah moaned deeply, enjoying the taste of me on Will's tongue. I was sandwiched completely between them, their bodies warm on my chest and back. I could do nothing but be overwhelmed in their body heat as their kiss turned sloppy and desperate, their teeth clacking together. Noah let go of me and gripped Will’s face with force. It’s as if they momentarily forgot about me, focusing only on each other, getting lost in the moment and the mashing of their tongues and lips.

My strained whimper and constricted squirming broke them out of their spell. Noah and Will broke apart and panted breathlessly into their mouths.

Noah pulled away first, the warmth of his body replaced with the cool air of the living room. He tugged his briefs down, his hard cock springing free. Will followed suit and kicked the discarded fabric away. He laid back on the couch, spreading his legs wide. The sight of him sprawled out, cock leaking precum and his lustful, lascivious gaze made me throb and clench. He held a hand out for me and I grabbed it happily, lacing our fingers together.

Will helped me crawl on top of him, but stopped me from sitting on his waiting erection.

“Just a second, love.” Will kissed my hand. “Noah, toss me the lube.”

He caught the bottle with ease and flipped it open. Will squirted a decent amount in his fingers then tossed the bottle back to Noah. I watched Will slowly jerk himself, slicking his up his dick. His head fell back as he gingerly ran his fingers over the head, smearing his precum all around. Will then reached for me, brushing his slick fingers over my clit and wiping the remaining lube down my slit. I shuddered as he teasingly slid a finger inside.

“Baby, you’re absolutely soaked.” Will said, removing his finger.

I grabbed Will’s cock and he closed his hand over mine. I straddled his lap, positioning myself so I could align him with my entrance. Will helped, then I lowered, his cock inserting with ease. His fingers dug in my hips. My walls throbbed around him. The sensation of my pussy and ass being filled made my head spin.

Will’s eyes fell shut and his head dropped back, a deep groan erupting from his chest. “You feel so good, oh my god.”

I wriggled my hips, relishing in the sound of Will’s tiny whines. Noah placed his large hands on my ass and squeezed my cheeks. He bent over, chest laying flush on my back.

“As much as I’d love to watch you ride, I’m aching to get inside you.” Noah nipped my shoulder.

“Could you stay still for me so I can take this out,” he reached for the heart-shaped gem between my cheeks, “And put my cock there instead?”

I stilled my movements as he lightly tugged on the plug. An electric jolt shot through me, my pussy and ass clenched. Will muttered a quiet curse under his breath. Noah hummed. I fixed my eyes on Will. His jaw was set firmly. He wanted to move just as badly as I did.

Behind me, I heard Noah open the bottle then felt a trickle of wetness sliding down my crack. I shivered as he carefully and slowly pulled the plug from my hole. My hands landed on Will’s chest with a loud smack as I adjusted to the emptiness. A quiver spread throughout my entire body, gasping breathless breaths struggled to leave my lungs. My pussy and hole throbbed again. Will sunk his nails into my flesh and thrusted hips a few times, unable to control himself.

“Fuck, you need to hurry the fuck up Noah,” Will strained, “I’m losing my mind just laying here.”

Noah chuckled, taking his place behind me. “She needs time to adjust, Will.”

I felt him press the head of his slicked up cock to my equally slicked hole. My breath hitched in anticipation.

“If you’re uncomfortable at any point, say ‘red’.” Noah kissed between my shoulders. “Don’t push yourself, okay baby?”

I kept my eyes locked on Will and nodded. “Okay.”

“I’m gonna ease in, alright? Just stay focused on Will and breathe.”

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Noah pushed the tip of his dick to my hole, inching inside with some resistance. My whimper prompted him to halt until I gave him a small nod to continue. He mumbled swears to himself as he slowly eased deeper, making sure to give me time to adjust to his size. My body trembled softly as Noah bottomed out, his entire cock buried balls deep. He planted his hand on my hips and gripped them firmly. Both Will and Noah let out simultaneous moans as I clenched around them.

A new type of pleasure and euphoria coursed through my blood. It was dizzying and mind numbing being so full of them both at the same time. Not a single thought could be found in my brain.

“Good, baby?” One of them asked. The voice sounded far away.

“So good.” I croaked. “So, so, so, so good.”

Desperately, I wiggled between them, needing more from each of them, a festering desire and unbridled arousal blazed across every millimeter of my skin. My body was weak and useless. I couldn’t move the way I wanted and it frustrated me, which only added fuel to my fire. All I could do was lay there and be leisurely fucked. Their worry about my comfort was so sweet and touching, but I wasn’t fragile. I needed to be broken in half.

“Please,” I shamelessly begged. “I need more. Fuck me.”

Will’s hold on my waist turned bruising. “Are you—“

“Yes.” I didn’t even give him time to ask. I know what I needed and wanted.

Will looked past me to Noah. I couldn’t see Noah’s face, but the change in Will’s expression was telling.

“You heard her, Will,” Noah wrapped my hair around his fist and pulled. “The Christmas slut wants to be fucked.”

A primal cry ripped from my throat as Noah rammed my ass with force. Will snapped his hips with just as much power and force, further stealing my voice. The only sounds escaping me were erotic moans and slick, wet slapping of skin and dick fucking into me deep, hard, and thorough.

To my lewd heart’s desire, I’d been rendered to a living fuck doll.

It felt as if Will and Noah were in a silent competition with one another, each of them pounding into my holes at different speeds and force, seeing who could pull the loudest noise from me. Ferality rolled off them in waves, smothering me and beautifully poisoning the air I breathed. Their own moans and grunting drowned out the long forgotten Christmas music. There would no doubt be bruising on my waist from Will’s death grasp, and Noah’s teeth may need to be surgically removed from my shoulder.

Noah hiked a leg up on the couch, the shift allowing him to somehow sink even further in my ass. His grunting and breathing deepened. My loins stirred again, a sensation springing to life, letting me know I was nearing ecstasy once more.

“Noah. Will.” My voice was barely audible amongst all the pornographic sounds surrounding us.

I pressed myself more to Will, desperate for more friction at my clit. I couldn’t easily reach between our bodies, so my only option was to try my damnedest to grind against Will. In a last ditch effort, I attempted to circle my hips, a blissful, loud moan leaving my throat as I found the perfect way to move to take what I needed.

“What a mess you are, love.” Will rasped. “Can you make that slutty noise again for me?”

I worked my hips quicker. Tingling tension buzzed beneath my skin and seeped into my muscles and joints. The heaven I craved was so close I could taste it, feel it on the tip of my tongue.

“Will asked you a question.” Noah said, landing a harsh smack on my ass.

The sharp, stinging sensation tipped me closer to the edge. He repeated the action. Another shameful noise tumbled out of my chest. I was right there, I just needed one more push, something to cut the thread barely holding me together.

Noah let go of my hair and gripped my hip, his hold like a vice. His voice was strained as he spoke.

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“Inside. Please.”

“Fuck. Take it, take it, take it. Fucking take it.”

His thrusts stuttered and grew sloppy. He yanked my hips close then stilled with a low, whiny grunt. I felt his cock pulse and throb, filling my ass with thick ropes of semen. I shuddered, delighted with the strange yet immensely pleasurable sensation. It was just what I needed.

The same blend of euphoria and elation from earlier barreled through every fiber of my being. A choked, almost inhuman moan escaped from deep within me. The world around me faded. I lost control of my body as it trembled and shook with blissful, earth shattering intensity.

“Oh fucking… fuck!”

A string of colorful swears fell from Will’s mouth as he came hard with one final snap of his hips, thrusting staggeredly and pumping my cunt full of his own semen. He sloppily fucked me through the rest of my orgasm, turning what bones and thoughts I had left to mush and gelatin. I felt absolutely filled to the brim with cum.

Softly, I collapsed on top of Will. My body was spent. I couldn’t move a single muscle. All of us were heaps of heavy breathing and worn out piles of people.

Noah rubbed his hands up and down my back while Will stroked his over my hair.

“You okay?” Noah asked.

“Perfect. Tired.” I replied.

He chuckled. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Noah slowly and cautiously pulled out of me. I sighed, immediately missing the feel of him. Will wrapped his arms around me, shifting so he could also pull out and lay back fully on the couch. His fingers threaded in my hair and massaged my scalp. I melted into his embrace.

“You did so good, my love.” He softly kissed my forehead.

Sleep started to tug my eyelids and settle in my joints. Will quietly hummed along to the Christmas music still going in the background. He traced a lazy finger up and down my spine, pulling me closer and closer to slumber.

Noah returned some time later with a washcloth.

“Can you flip over for me please?”

With a defiant groan, I reluctantly turned over. Will draped his arms over my stomach and kissed my cheek. Noah sat on the couch and spread my legs, eyes darkening just a touch at the sight of the mess we made.

The warmth of the washcloth made me sigh contentedly.

“I also ran us a bath.” Noah kissed me softly then Will. “Think you can walk, or should I carry you?”

“Carry me.”

He smiled fondly and stood, slipping an arm under my legs and under my back, scooping me up bridal style with ease. Will hoisted himself up and slipped an arm low around Noah’s back.

“Your gym time is paying off.” I teased.

Noah scoffed. “Yeah, yeah.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and cradled my face into his shoulder. His skin was warm. The steady rhythm of his heart thudded in his chest. I let my eyes flutter shut, exhaustion once again setting in my body. I would feel everything tomorrow, but it was a small price to pay. A nice hot bath sounded wonderful, a perfect end to the perfect Christmas.

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mrsshabana · 10 months

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Idk why but as of lately I keep thinking of a few scenarios where Daki tries to set her brother up with her friend (us). Have you ever thought of this situation? I've tried imagining how Gyu would react but my imagination of this sort of thing is zero.

𝑼𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑮𝒚𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 (𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒖)

♡ Gyutaro x female!reader

(part two)

Ume had told you to meet her at the local Boba cafe. You've been waiting fifteen minutes and still no sight of her. She's usually late though, so this isn't out of the norm.

Until you see a familiar face walk through those doors. Is that Ume's brother? You've never met him but Ume talks about him all the time, and you've seen photos of him on her social media.

He walks around the cafe, looking around as if he's looking for someone. Did Ume invite him too?

"Hey!" you wave, "Gyutaro!"

He looks at you with a scowl, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Ume's friend, my name's Y/N. I was supposed to meet Ume here," you smile shyly, "Were you meeting her here too?"

"Fuck," Gyutaro frowns, "No, she told me to come pick her up..." His annoyance is apparent on his face as he looks at you and realizes what's going on here. He remembers Ume showing him your photos, saying how perfect of a match you two would be. She fucking set this whole thing up.

"Do you wanna sit here with me and we can wait for her together?" You say with a bright smile, not yet realizing that this was a set up.

Gyutaro is tempted to just leave, but it's not often he gets the opportunity to have a date with a cute girl. "Sure."

He feels like he's too ugly to be sitting here with someone as pretty as you. Why would you even want a guy like him to be seen with you in the first place? He has no idea that it's because you think he's cute too.

He'll be very shy at first, and not really know what to say. But he will open up when the two of you start talking about Ume.

You'll talk and talk, not realizing that you've been there with him for a few hours until the employees have to ask you to leave because it's closing time.

Gyutaro won't tell you that his sister set this whole thing up. He'll lie and say she texted him saying she decided not to come because she wasn't feeling well.

"Oh, ok. I hope she feels better soon," you blush and look away, "I really enjoyed hanging out with you. Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

"For sure," Gyutaro doesn't hesitate to give you his phone number. He wasn't expecting things to go so well but he's so excited now that he has a chance of having something with a sweet girl like you.

Once he gets home, Ume will bombard him with questions. Asking how it went and if he likes you. He's not going to answer any of her questions, he'll just head straight to his room. But the blush on his face tells her everything she needs to know.

Maybe Ume was right all along.

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #ume shabana #daki #replies #modern au #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader

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gayshrug · 4 months

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pit babe ep 5 thoughts

the priorities are shifting

needless to say, i was at the edge of my seat/swooning/angry throughout the entirety of this week's episode. here we go

ALANJEFF. SCREAM. i'm pretty sure i have side-couple-syndrome judging by how fixated i am on them and every single second of screentime they get. jeff's wet boba eyes...... alan's stern but caring face....... unrelated but i checked the actors' profiles on MDL and a) jeff's my age. hello, fellow 95er. b) who would've fucking thought they only have an age difference of two years c) impeccable casting

wait. the way jeff was fully expecting alan to side with him because he's already grown to trust alan in this unfamiliar place... and his trust is NOT misplaced. as a fellow introverted person, alan's concerns are spot-on. how can you expect other people to understand you and know your motives when you're that closed-off? it was a painful read but mostly justified. and we know (thanks to that wonderful preview) that alan's gonna do his best to get jeff to open up away from the pressure of The Workplace and prying eyes. he's gonna put in the effort. i love them sooooo much

also that toyota product placement was the funniest thing i've ever seen like i wanted to feel sad for jeff so badly but. it was undercut by the effective showcasing of the google maps bluetooth function

I STILL FEEL SO CONFLICTED ABOUT CHARLIE!!!!!!!!!! like i'm 99% sure that he genuinely cares about babe and isn't just pampering him in order to get that racing gig or whatever but. @ the showrunners PLEASE give us more insight into his motives. i can't enjoy half the sweet things he says and does when i don't know whether they're genuine or not.

that being said.............................. babe is SO in love. and who wouldn't be. charlie's little face, his determination to care for him, the attention he gives him. that whole pre-race-nerves scene was the cutest thing in the world. and pavel's In Love look is so fucking heartwarming. HIS ACTING IN THE FLASHBACK TOO. the little "eep" when he first started the motor. i am in love with him. he's so so sweet. i love that his hardened exterior is beginning to melt away more and more, despite the potential for further hurt. pavel's gonna EAT in future emotional scenes.

i want tony to eat dirt. and SOON. the way he treated cutie was abysmal. the scars and despair. wet and pathetic looking at himself in the mirror. i hope he and kim are going to bond soon and take that man DOWN. (i'm rooting for a death here.)

ik we're gonna get peteway but i didn't get anything from that first interaction. here's to hoping way's gonna realise he's gotta start focusing on other people soon because he continues to get on my nerves.

still don't care for sonic and the other guy like. cut their dialogue and give me more jeff. cut winner out too. JEFF. ALAN. JEFFALAN. more charliebabe forehead kisses. give me it.

idk what dean's gonna do but him getting punched by alan of all people........ dude must really, really fuck up in the next episode. can't wait. this is obviously gonna lead to him switching to red racing and colluding (touching tips) with winner, which i'm less excited about, but we'll see.

i love the whole "babe is probably gonna sit out the season we're so done he needs to recover let's get a replacement to support way asap" thing.... and then charlie and dean have to compete against babe. like girl..... isn't he supposed to rest fhskdjf

once again i'm avoiding book spoilers like the plague so i don't fucking know what's going on with babe's powers but uh. if this turns out to be a permanent thing, i doubt it's just from the accident.

on the other hand, i love that babe (with charlie's help) seems to be adjusting quite well. after the initial frustration after the crash, he didn't have another outburst while charlie was caring for him. he, like, accepted his circumstances and put his energy into helping his baby achieve his dream and. that's cute as hell.

that whole "but what are you gonna give me if i win wink wink" moment..... the fucking tension. HIS PUSSY. you're gonna get his pussy, charlie

ik we're not even halfway through the season but. PLEASE. tell me what charlie and jeff's plan is because, aside from the ominous phonecall in ep 1, i really don't get the vibe that they're doing anything malicious. and if their plan is to take down tony, how would they accomplish that when the xhunter team is basically imploding. partially due to their meddling/ unclear communication. WHAT IS THEIR PLAN. if they wanna build a secret society of Tony's Rejected Adopted Sons, they're gonna have to put in some real work. because those bonds are rotting.

ok i'm done. once more: i fucking love this show and it's getting more and more difficult to wait for each next episode. i wanna watch it all NOW. also [foaming at the mouth] alanjeff

#pit babe #pit babe the series #thai bl #in my alanjeff brainrot era

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mysticboombox · 2 years

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Hey Mystics!

I decided to make a fic with platonic and romantic aspects I think I’d have with the boys. The language kind of changes too because I’ll go from a (Y/N) perspective to talking about myself, so I apologize for any confusion that may occur. This is my first time writing something from a personal perspective so I am nervous of how everyone would react. There will be some repeats since I did try to add things I think the guys would do on the daily, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t have to put EVERYTHING in one fic. There’s time for that :) If there are any tips people may have, or you just loved it, please let me know! I’d love to make material for people to read and enjoy. Anyways, enough of me talking, enjoy!

Things I would Enjoy Doing with the Boys🐢💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Leonardo:

Meditating- With how much I go through and personally put myself through (idk why) I think Leo would be very, very good at teaching me how to meditate and relax. Not gonna lie, I’d probably end up sleeping during the first few sessions not because it’s boring, it’s just that relaxing. I did like yoga in high school, so I think that would be something we could both do if Leo realizes I am more likely to sleep than meditate.

Reading- I miss having the time to read, and I feel like if Leo was practicing his Katas, meditating, having tea with him, I feel like reading would be really fun and relaxing. I also think having book discussions and reviewing the books would be a fun past-time as well. I’d also ask what he likes to read and would gift him books once in a while, especially on his birthday and Christmas.

Tea Time- Call it what you want, but I feel like having tea with Leo would be something to enjoy any time of the day (or night cuz ya know, boys got patrol). Now, add Splinter to the tea time and now you wish to have dad approval by the master himself.

Philosophy- I feel like if you have questions that lead to a deep discussion, Leo would gladly sit down and listen. He’d also like to ask his own deep questions and it would just spiral into hours of talking with this guy and possibly forget that existing is actually a thing (idk what philosopher’s do, sorry.) I also feel like Raph and Mikey would get annoyed and might kick Leo and I out of the kitchen (where most deep convos begin) and we’d go to the dojo to continue.

Cooking- I think if Mikey has dragged Leo into the kitchen a couple of times, I think Leo would know basic cooking. He would be more than happy to learn how to make sushi, ramen, boba/bubble tea, etc. But if I were to be cooking, I’m going to ask him if he’d like to learn how to cook asian cuisine. I love boba/bubble tea, so I think making that with Leo would be a fun experience, especially if Leo gets to flex on his tea knowledge.

Training- Leo would train me like he trains himself and his brothers. He would push me past my limits, however after a hard day of training, I’d be able to relax after it. Probably give me a banana or too cuz of how sore I’d be lol.

Romantic💙:

Cuddles- If I was dating Leo, I feel like what everyone is saying about him not really showing PDA in front of his brothers would apply to me. At least, in the beginning… We’d cuddle in secret before it emerges as the relationship gets more comfortable. During movie nights I’d start sitting in his lap snuggling against him as he wraps his arms around me. In bed, he likes to be the big spoon but,… he LOVES being the little spoon. He just won’t admit it. Probably cradle his head when he’s taking naps.

Kisses- Probably soft chaste kisses at first, nothing big in front of his family. Though he’d probably place soft kisses on the readers/I’s faces and necks to show a little more affection. In the bedroom though? Hot damn, probably into french-kissing and the whole heavy makeout sessions.

Dates- He’d probably be a little clueless as what to do, so he’d ask Donnie and maybe Master Splinter for ideas. Though I think he’d be the guy that has the romantic dinner with flowers waiting to be gifted. Maybe star-gazing, him reading poetry out loud, that kind of thing. He would also love to learn what the reader/I am interested so the dates are inclusive on both sides. Late night walks in the park when he’s sure he won’t be discovered.

Tittie’s/Ass/Thighs- Alright, what is this man? He’s gonna love every body part on his partner. I think he’d be a mixture, since he does love seeing that booty dance in more than one way👀 But he also loves to hold onto your thighs either when cuddling or doing the naughty tango. When he’s cuddling, he definitely loves to put his face into your titties, regardless the size. He uses your ass as a pillow when you’re on his bed.

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- Plain missionary and cowgirl, but add what you’d like to it. I’m not into BDSM like some people headcanon Leo to be, but I don’t know. As long as Leo can go from slow to “going to break the bed” mode, I don’t think this is gonna be a position anyone could get sick of. Especially when he’s got his thumb in your mouth holding your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes when he’s thrusting. I think riding would be fun, because it means Leo can get comfortable with giving me the reins and allow him to relax. Prolonged eye contact.

Raphael:

Crocheting- I know that Raph knits, but I think he’d be more than happy to teach me how to knit. Probably would go to the library and check out any book he’s interested in and we’d work on projects together. He’d make blankets, ponchos, beanies, etc and gift me a couple of those to me and his family. I love large blankets that dwarf my little body so he’d probably be amused making it and gifting it. I have silent feet so there may have been a few jump scares in the lair because of said feet and blanket…

Comics- I don’t read comics like I used to, but I’d encourage Raph to tell me what he likes so I could find material he likes. He’s into Batman, so if Raph and I are on like, really good terms, I’d ask to look through his comic book collection so I can get an idea of what he’s missing and isn’t. If he wants to ask me what comics I like, I’d tell him what I’ve read and what I know. I think if he’s interested I’d share some graphic novels that I like to read. An activity we’d be doing when our schedules aren’t so busy.

Video Games- I can… unfortunately swear up a storm when it comes to some games, so when Raph wants some entertainment all he’d have to do is sit next to me with a bowl of popcorn and watch. And when he’s playing, I’m likely to just watch and ask him questions about various things when there’s a break or something non-intense is happening. Though no horror games for me. Imagine me smacking someone if I see something horror related. It is said my high fives have a little power behind them…

Cooking- Raph is likely going to be the American dad ok? I kind of hate saying that, but that’s what I can imagine him being good at. He would honestly make the best burgers. He’d also know how to make soups and different chilis. I’ve only made chili, like, once, so I think that’s something that I would like to learn from him. People saying he can’t cook for the life of him… with a brother likely Mikey, he’s BOUND to find something he’ll like cooking when it’s his turn.

Training/Work Out- He’s kind of like Leo, he takes training and working out VERY seriously. However, he’s probably likely to be a little lenient when he kind of realizes when someone can’t lift 300lbs all at once. I feel like I could connect with him if I’m weight training with him because I loved doing that in high school. I also imagine going to him after sitting for to long and asking to work out for 10-15 minutes, 30 if I would like to push it. I know an hour is recommended, but realistically I’m not going to do that. Either with the turtles or in reality.

Motorcycle Rides- It’s gotta be said. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before and I think if something has upset me enough that I need to get out, I’ll ask Raph if we could go out on a ride. That is if we’re pretty close, but assume we are. No questions asked, Raph would have me dress up appropriately before finding a helmet he used to wear that would fit mine before heading out. I’m not usually one to like speed, but I think at that point any thoughts of that would be out the door as soon as I sit in front of Raph and we just go. No destination, just doing anything but sitting around. Probably after calming down and coming back, I’ll bring up the idea of building a bike with Raph and I think with Donnie’s help, he’d be more than happy to build a bike so we could be bike buddies:)

Romantic❤️:

Cuddles- I think even before dating Raph, once he realizes I love giving hugs and he doesn’t need to feel scared of receiving a hug, he’d be more than happy to give hugs and cuddles. Once dating, damn. I feel like it’s one of those situations where it’s like “good luck getting out of that.” Boy is touch starved, plus his insecurities don’t really help. But I love giving out hugs, virtually and physically, so if I’m stuck in Raph’s grip, I think I’d be more than fine with that. He’d probably grumble when I have to do something that’s not in his grip. You’ll be stuck I’m sure, but does anyone really want to be released from those DAMN arms?

Kisses- This boy needs patience and reassurance. Probably start out with cheek and face kisses before going *smooch smooch*. He’s probably wearing plain but simple chap stick cuz he’s afraid when the first kiss happens it’s gonna be uncomfortable. So when it happens, his lips would be soft and plump like you’re kissing a cloud.

Dates- Baby, is it really a date with Raph if he doesn’t have his bike involved?

Titties/Ass/Thighs- I will die on the hill that says Raph is an ass man. He loves every part of your body, but that booty got his mind thinking obscene things. He’s working out? He’s thinking about dat ass. While working on chores? Dat ass be clappin’ in his head. Boy ain’t gonna get tired of thinking about that ass. He will get tired of it if he can’t have your ass in his hands. I could go on, but you’ve got the idea.

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- Like I said before, I stand by anyone that says he’s an ass man. So doggystyle is this man’s favorite position. Face down ass up, add a little wiggle and he’s GONE. Add reverse cowgirl into that he’s willing to be a little sub is he gets to see dat ass clap. Guy loves ass and no matter the size of that ass, he will worship the fuck out of it.

Donatello:

Building Projects- With me tiny hands, I would be able to help Donnie out with reaching places he can’t reach with his hands…And other places… Anywhizzle, if Raph and I are pretty good friends, I’d ask Donnie if we could come up with a bike design and have Raph help out with the design and building it.

Help with classes- Donnie hands down would figure out how to help someone with school. With ADHD we’d figure out what works for me and what doesn’t. He’d also make little goals he believes i can achieve through the day.

Cooking- Donnie would try to get into the science of cooking and would find that it may work for some dishes, but not all dishes. He might become impatient and will just realize that baking would probably be more of his forte. We would make Tiramisu together and I’d probably cook his favorite Italian dishes. I know for sure I would make Zuppa Toscana (One of Olive Garden’s popular soups).

Reading- Like Leo, reading would also be enjoyable with Donnie. While I do like my fantasy romance books, and Donnie is likely to just enjoy more of his scientific journals, we could cuddle while reading.

Video Games- I think when Donnie is wanting a break but still wants to do something tech related, video games are a way to go. I’m more of a Minecraft, Spyro, Mahjong, and Solitaire kind of gal, but I think it would be fun to do with Donnie.

Puzzles/Card Games- It gets the brain working, and that’s what I think Donnie would enjoy! I used to play with puzzles for a little bit. If I had my own puzzles, and school wasn’t such a drag, I might indulge. Donnie is likely to figure out an 1,000 piece in I bet less than 2 hours.

Romantic💜:

Cuddles- Donnie might be a little reluctant at first, he’s an awkward boi and doesn’t want to make his partner uncomfortable. He’ll eventually be touch starved enough that cuddles are all that he could ask for. Cuddling when he’s working at his desk, cuddling when movie night at the lair is happening, cuddles when there’s downtime and he’s FINALLY decided to go to bed, etc.

Kisses- He would likely be shy at first, but as the relationship progresses, he’ll become more confident. Definitely will try the spider-man kiss when he gets the chance since he knows it’s cheesy as fuck, but you’re gonna love it.

Dates- With Donnie, I’m imagining what @turtle-babe83 has written. Museum, aquarium, and library dates are a thing, coffee dates are a daily I’m sure. However, have any interest in basketball, either played in pep band, was a player or a cheerleader, I think Donnie would want details immediately.

Titties/Ass/Thighs- Ever since someone mentioned his thighs, I imagined him as a thigh man. The man with the beautiful (and snackable) thighs shall BECOME the lover of the thighs. He will spread them and take a bite. Biting, nipping, licking, sucking, thigh fucking, THAT whole shebang. You’ll be littered with thigh hickies once this man gets a hold of them.

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- He’s gonna be missionary man, but I think he might be ok with adding his Bo staff to his routine. When he’s standing, have the Bo staff under your knees as he pulls you into his chest and yeah, have fun figuring out what a thought was.

Michelangelo:

Video Games- I may not play too many video games but I’d be more than happy to play with Mikey with what he’s got. As long as it’s not horror I should be ok. I do headcanon that Donnie found a wii console, spruced it up and was able to download the games when they didn’t have the discs. So Just Dance parties are gonna happen and anything with Mario, count me in.

Art Projects- Now this outta be fun! Paper origami, paper mache, painting, drawing, sketching, etc. Ooo. Imagine BECOMING the art project (only if you were comfortable tho)

Card Games- Hey! If the guy can chat up a storm and have fun, then this is the activity to go with! Especially if Cards Against Humanity was involved (RIP Leo’s honor).

Cooking- Ok, there have been mixed headcanons that Mikey either doesn’t have an idea of what he’s doing (so makes bad food. AHEM 2012 Mikey) Orrrrr, he clearly knows how to cook and is tasked with cooking because everyone else either doesn’t care to cook or is terrible at it. With how much cooking I do, Mikey is bound to be curious with what I’m doing and will ask if he can help out.

Skating- I have a pair of skates and a skateboard, I just have a fear of falling so doing any of those things makes me anxious. But I think if a person like Mikey were to instruct me, I’d be open to becoming a skating buddy.

Comic Books- I’d probably read graphic novels, but imagining sitting in Mikey’s lap to read while he’s playing video games or while he’s reading comics is like 👌🏽 zen. We’d make funny sound effects, make our own, or even after reading a comic, make our own! Draw the entire family as superheroes and rescue the recueless!

Romantic🧡:

Cuddles- Come on, your’re talking to the cuddle KING himself. He’ll hug you virtually, he’ll hug you as soon as you come into the lair, he’ll hug you while sitting next to you, you get the idea. No such thing as a cuddle shortage.

Kisses- He’ll be shy with giving kisses for maybe a split second, but as soon as the giggles start happening, KISS BOMB. Kisses galore. No such thing as a shortage in kisses.

Dates- I think he can be pretty romantic if you let him have at it, but ya might need to get his brothers in on the date so he doesn’t go too overboard. There will be video game dates, movie nights, and skateboarding dates as well. He’s very open to different suggestions as well. He just wants to make his girl happy.

Titties/Ass/Thighs- Look, he’ll love every inch of your body and will leave no stone unturned. But like, I have to agree with those who say he’s a titties man. Look, they’re natural pillows the universe has endowed his partner with. No matter the size of them badonkers, he’ll be snuggling your chest.

Bonus:

✨Spicy✨ Postition- I think any position would suit this guys fancy. But I think he might enjoy the spooning position. Mikey can lift the leg for deeper penetration and see his lover at a different angle. He’d also like the cowgirl positions as well. He just loves any angle he can take you.

Hope y’all enjoyed this! It too has been sitting in my drafts too long.

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thirsty-boba-fett-posts · 1 year

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Your ask-fics are giving me so much inspiration and life! Can I also be added to your tag list because I don't want to miss anything? Can I also ask for a drabble if you're not busy?

I have this thot of Grogu being left in Boba's care while Fennec's out on rounds. He takes Grogu to his ship, gives him a tour of all the knickknacks in there and talks about how proud Din is of Grogu, then proceeds to teach him pranks he could pull on Din like 'you know little one, I used to hide stuff from my Buir and then put it back when he isn't looking". Something very nostalgic and doting.

And as I will always find excuses to shove Jango in here because he is my one true King, if you could do a scene where they just sit behind the wheel and Boba shows Grogu Jango's data pad on survival, tricks, trades, and just about anything, as if he's reading the bebe a goodnight story (because uncle boba's tired of babysitting and would also like a nap). But the story is like not suitable for kids but very Boba-esque.

Tales about creatures, him stealing a tooth from a balyeg, or him teaching Grogu as per Jango to always have a spare handy. Idk, I'm so sorry if it's too much. ilytho ♥

OH I’M SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THIS ONE.

This drabble is set during The Princess Saga between Parts II & III

The Princess is freshly out of the bacta tank and in a state of shock. Fennec is on patrol with The Mods because of concerns that Brao Opposition Forces will come looking for The Princess. Din is off world gathering information about the coup on Brao and the possible whereabouts of her father. Boba sees this as an opportunity to stay at the palace and spend time with Grogu, ostensibly his godchild, and get a feel for The Princess.

tw: trauma

Fett was concerned about The Princess. A day after he’d helped her out of the bacta tank, she was still nearly catatonic. She interacted with her tooka when it nudged at her face for attention, but her eyes remained glazed over and her face had a worrying pallor. Fett instructed Drash to help her into one of her new dresses and bring her down to meet Grogu. He assumed rightly that Grogu’s gentle, curious nature would elicit some kind of reaction in The Princess.

Despite the circumstances, she was a vision in a fitted dress the color of the Dune Sea at sunrise. Drash practically guided her by the waist down the spiral stairs. She was expressionless, but her eyes were wide. Fett wondered briefly if he was being cruel to her by insisting that she come down from the tower, but her face brightened ever so slightly when she saw Grogu in his arms.

“Come Princess. You were in the bacta tank for a long time. You need to stretch you legs,” he declared firmly. “Take a walk with Grogu and I.”

“Yes, of course,” she said in a hollow voice.

Grogu reached out with one tiny hand and The Princess, seemingly without thought, grasped it in her fingers and offered him the kindest smile she could manage.

The apprehension left Fett. He was glad to have followed his first instinct - get her up and moving, don’t allow her to languish in despair.

…

As they walked together, Grogu cooed softly at The Princess and in response she smiled and nodded at him as if she understood. Some of the anguish left her face.

“You’ve never met a princess before, have you Grogu?” Fett said warmly to the baby in his arms.

The hangar was cool and quiet. The Princess seemed to relax in the emptiness. Their soft footsteps and Grogu’s gentle chatter echoed off of the high domed metal.

Fett was careful to speak only to Grogu. The Princess seemed to withdraw whenever he addressed her. He suspected she may be more comfortable quietly observing. Grogu, wide eyed and fascinated, was clearly enjoying this relaxed outing with his favorite uncle and the quiet lady in the long dress.

“This is my ship,” Fett said proudly.

Grogu made a sweet little noise of appreciation. Unprompted, The Princess reached out and placed her palm on the cool, battered metal. Grogu reached out and Fett brought him closer to the ship so that he could do the same.

“It was my father’s,” Fett said softly, almost to himself. The Princess’ brow furrowed slightly and she brought her hand back to her side.

…

With Grogu in her lap, The Princess seemed far more relaxed. The two of them listened contently as Fett, in his gruff bounty hunter’s voice, recounted stories from his childhood, relating them to different parts of the ship’s interior. Grogu held both of The Princess’ hands in his during the suspenseful parts - he followed each tale intently with his wide, expressive eyes and his mouth open in awe.

“When I was small like you, Grogu, my buir would sit me in his lap in the pilot seat and say ‘verd’ika, you must know your ship like a best friend’ and then he would tell me how each noise the ship makes, each sensor light and indicator is our ship, our friend, telling us what it needs to best serve us,” Boba said, pointing to the instrument panel.

The Princess followed along, occasionally looking down at Grogu to see his reaction. When her eyelids began to look heavy, Boba picked up Grogu and walked the two of them back through the hangar.

Fett sent The Princess to bed, knowing he’d pushed her very far considering how the events of the previous week had left her utterly shattered. He thought it best to end on a good note. Grogu waved at her and she turned and waved back with a soft expression in her eyes before disappearing up the stairs.

Fett sat at the banquet table with Grogu and watched him eat happily from a decadent array of beautifully prepared dishes.

“Thank you for spending time with her, verd’ika,” he said to Grogu. Grogu looked knowingly at Fett, blinked, and smiled.

…

I hope this makes you happy! It was a joy to write!

I feel like @daimyosprincess will want to read this as well.

#boba fett x reader #the book of boba fett #grogu #boba fett imagine

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trixabke · 2 years

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req from: @local-problem

She/her - bisexual, Birthday: November 27, 2003, Sagittarius, Height: 1.83 m / 6 ft, Hair: light brown, curls with lots of volume and quite long, Eye color: blue-grey, Personality: ENFJ, I'm fairly athletic, doing track, volleyball and dancing. Work: I work in a bubble tea shop, give swimming lessons to small children and tutor (maths). When I have time, I like to draw and read. I love my grandma, manga, anime, sports, my friends, alpaca stuffed animals, coffee and black tea

HELLO, I RLLY HOPE U LIKE THIS! i’m assuming you meant a romantic match up! if not oops lol thank u for sending this! it rlly helped me w motivation! also sorry if this is a bit long :) SIDE NOTE ITS RLLY COOL THAT UR SO TALL

just because idk if its a touchy subject for u!)

(also i feel like i keep matching ppl w more mainstream characters but like, ITS RHE VIEB I GET OK???) 😭

(rom) i match you with…..

SUGAWARA

ok ok u def met when u were working

he came in w daici and kiyoko to talk abt some important stuff n when they walked in he was like “woah 😨”

thinks ur so attractive

then he orders and leaves!! yay how eventful

BUT THEN

he always suggests to go to that boba place

are the drinks good? yes. are they as good as seeing you? no.

probably starts with very very minimal conversations, maybe MAYBE small talk or an occasional joke from him

he becomes a regular, and he most likely orders the same thing every time

one day hinata comes in w him daichi and kiyoko

AND HINATAS FREAKING ABOUT BECAUSE HE SAW U THE OTHER DAY

turns out u tutor his little sister although he probably needs it more

and kiyoko tells hinata abt the crush she noticed suga had

AND WHEN I TELL U HINATA SCREAMED

later that night he was talking to (brokuto) bokuto abt it and then a lightbulb goes off

hinata is suddenly busy the day he needs to pick his sister up from tutoring and oh no hes always busy now and suga is the only one free?? oh well i guess he has to pick her up and see you

he thinks he so smart

and he is in this scenario at least

but did his set up work?? yes

when he shows up

ur like?? and he is like???

but u end up talking, n found out u have a lot in common

he finally leaves once and only once natsu is tugging and pulling at sugas sleeve with the biggest pout on her face

hinata?? busy?? again?? cant pick up sister! oh well suga has to get her now!!

this time, he left w ur number

very friends to lovers story then plays out

bookstore hangouts very often

mini little old lady clubs where u recommend stuff you found and he recommends stuff you stuff he found

then he sends you very long thought out reviews on whatever you give him

DEFINITELY CONFESSES BY ACCIDENT

its either 1. if u guys r arguing he will just accidentally be like “because i like you” or something dumb, 2. says it in the evning when u guys r sitting outside and he thinks you look so pretty under the glow of the setting sun, he just mutters it under his breath (or so he thought)

and ur just like “what?” but yk its mutual

he def wont get into an actual relationship with you until he has properly taken you out on a date that he deems successful

a lot of picnics, maybe hiking if u want to, late night fast food runs w rlly blurry pictures

he loves how trustworthy you are

also i def think he loves ur hair

the volume n the waves is just perfection to him

suga might always seem very happy and peppy but he isnt always

he has mastered the people pleasing act of happiness

so he rlly enjoys ur strong emotional sense to be able to understand him

also likes that you’re empathetic so being vulnerable is comfortable with you

because of those he feels like he can talk to u about anything he feels like he needs to hide from others (the trustworthiness helps w this too)

(he is an infj so the balance of that relationship is rlly cool btw)

finds it so cool that you play volleyball

he’ll inv u to play w his team sometime for fun but will make sure ur not overwhelmed (because we all know that team meeting sugas gf would be..just praying for u)

he always sends u good morning and good night texts

he always brings u sweets n chocolate on ur period

brings you flowers all the time

he also will check if u need anything when hes at the grocery store

he will never forget an anniversary

ALSO LOVES THAT YOU WORK W CHILDREN, HIS FUTURE TEACHER HEART IS SO HAPPY

overall a rlly understanding, safe, and compassionate relationship

THANK U SO MUCH FOR REQ AGAIN!! I hope u enjoyed it! I have a lot of fun writing these :) as always, if u saw any spelling errors no u didn’t! dont forget to eat and drink water!!

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchups #haikyuu x reader #romantic match #matchups #sugawara drabble #sugawara fic #hq suga #hq kuroo #kuroo fluff #kuroo x you #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #suga smut

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Hi! I'm a big fan of your account, and I think you are really underrated. Tbh, you're the only reason why I keep tumblr, so I always look forward to your post! Anyways, this is my submission for the NH matchup.

Hobbies: art (drawing and painting), writing, reading, cooking, and playing otome games. But I think most people would associate me with art. I also like to listen to YouTube videos or podcasts when making art or playing games.

My MBTI is INFJ and my enneagram wing is type 6. I'm generally a shy and introverted person, but I can also be talkative when I am comfortable.

Likes: Cats, call ducks, milk boba tea, big fluffy clouds and blue skies but also cool rainy weather, giving gifts, and my favorite colour is purple 💜

Dislikes: Thunder and lightning, hot weather, and not having enough time to indulge in my hobbies

Thanks! Hope you have a nice day 💖

askjalksjkf you're so kind

i ship you with....

Lucas!

❧ i'm gonna start with the mbti thing; it was kinda tricky cuz i had to figure out what each of the boys' mtbi's would be and i determined that lucas would likely be an enfp, although i'd say he's more ambiverted than extroverted. infj and enfp is a very solid match apparently, idk i don't know much about mbti lol

❧ lucas would totally get down with the fact that you're an artist, he just gives the vibes that he would love going to art museums and galleries. he's so supportive of all your pieces, even the ones you think are garbage. if you're ok with it, he'll find a place to hang up every single one of your artworks, his house ends up turning into your own art gallery

❧ if you let him he'd love to read your writing, he feels as if it's a way to find out what goes on inside that lovely mind of yours. he'll even suggest taking your scripts to a book binding shop so you can have your own book!

❧ he's not an avid reader, but i could see the two of you going on little dates that involve going to bookstores or reading a book together at home; it could either be the two of you reading the same book or two totally different books. if he finds something funny in his book while y'all are reading, he'd totally read it aloud to you. and if he reads a book he knows you'll like, he'll annotate it for you by underlining quotes he likes, leaving witty comments in the margins, and highlighting parts that remind him of you <3

❧ if you do end up getting some of your writings printed into book form, he'd totally annotate your work as well. he'll mark the parts that he enjoys and write his thoughts, basically he'll give you feedback

❧ you two would take turns cooking meals for one another, although y'all end up helping each other and making the meals together. you guys would have a little wooden box of recipes that you'd like to try out someday written on the cutest little cards, and there's a separate box of all the recipes you've tried and loved

❧ if he was in our world he'd probably be indifferent to otome games. he's omniscient right? kinda like how 707 from mystic messenger knows he's in a game, lucas was aware of mc choosing other routes, so i feel like mans would relate to the tragic character in whatever otome game you play give me some recommendations btw if you're not too shy about what games you play, he'd totally like have you sit in his lap or spoon you from behind and watch over your shoulder as you play, and he'd totally make fun of the terrible dialogue options or how dumb the mcs are or judge you for the character routes you decide on, but it's all in good fun. he might even convince you to let him make some of the choices lol

❧ you sound like a very independent person who likes their alone time, and you probably enjoy that kind of parallel play time interactions where it's just the two of you doing your own things but in each other's presence. i could see the two of you in the same room with you at your art station and him doing whatever it is he does in his free time and you'll have a podcast on in the background or a youtube video up on your screen that you'll both tune into every now and then. kind of unrelated, i feel like lucas would enjoy making jewelry which is one activity he'll do during your parallel play

❧ there were other characters i figured would be enfp's, but i tried to pick the one who would be most likely to easily give you your alone time and not be too loud and,, extra for you since you're generally pretty quiet. lucas totally accepts that part of you, and he kinda understands too since he's more ambiverted. he does love when you get extra talkative, especially when it's about your day or a topic you really enjoy. he likes watching your facial expressions change as you tell a story

❧ he's an animal lover for sure, but when it comes to cats vs dogs i'd say he leans just a teeny bit closer to cats, so if you ever wanted to adopt a cat or two he'd be totally down. i could see him being a duck dad too, it's so cute watching these little ducks follow him around

❧ he also prefers mild days over stormy, messy ones. if it's a particularly nice day he'll take you out on a walk or you'll have a picnic in a scenic meadow so you can watch the fluffy clouds blow by in the soft breeze

❧ i hc him as a maximalist so he welcomes the gifts you give with open arms :) but be sure to expect some gifts back. his other love language is spending quality time with you, whether it's doing something active or simply being in each other's presence

❧ whenever it storms he makes sure that you have something to distract yourself. if you're in nightmare he'll put up a soundproof barrier and an illusion on the windows to make it look like it's nice outside. if you're in your world he'll close the blinds and find a podcast or video for you to pay attention to instead, making sure to entertain you further with his side comments

❧ he'll also check in with you to see if you've done something related to your hobbies recently. he wants you to indulge at least once per day, but he also understands you might be too busy. however, if he finds out that it's been more than two days since you've even touched your hobby he'll take on your responsibilities for an hour or two, or even the whole evening, so that you can work on an art piece or knock down a few chapters. say you came back from a particularly long day at work and it's your turn to make dinner, but he hears your disappointed complaint about how you hoped you'd have time to finish a wip you started last week, he'll pause whatever he's doing, usher you to your workspace and tell you not to worry about dinner or doing the dishes for the night, he'll call you over when the meal is ready; heck would you rather eat at your workspace so you can multitask? not a problem! he wants to make sure you have plenty of you time

#let's play a game!#my. hcs #nightmare harem #shipping games #otome games

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₊✧‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✧‧My FASA Experiences as Boba🧋₊✧‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✧‧ || Zainab Ahmad, FASA's 2023-2024 Professional Development Chair

Introduction

Hi. My name is Zainab Ahmad (zay-nub eh-med), and I am a fiend for boba. That’s what everyone says, though, right? Yes, but dare I even call myself a connoisseur, I have the credentials to prove it:

I worked at CoCo in my junior and senior years of high school (yes, the one on north campus)

I worked at Sharetea my freshman year of college

I had 200 boba drinks in 2021 (I counted)

I won free boba for a year from Palgong

I have a private story (called bobruh 🧋) where I rate boba every time I get it

I absolutely demolished PASS in the boba drinking competition at Rice Bowl ‘23 (we still lost overall ʕ ´•̥̥̥ ᴥ•̥̥̥`ʔ )

POV: you’re beating PASS @ the boba drinking section of the eating comp @ Rice Bowl ‘23

Thus, you can clearly see I have a(n) mild obsession. Thank God I don’t have diabetes!

Wait, what does any of this have to with FASA? Actually, for my testimonial, I will be comparing my experiences regarding FASA to boba drinks. Let’s get into it.

Taro milk tea ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

Respectfully, taro milk tea is the most basic boba drink. It’s by no means bad if taro is your favorite, but it does mean your taste is basic (and that it completely ok ദ്ദിʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ). We all start somewhere on our boba journey, and more often than not it’s with taro (myself included)! How could this possibly intertwine with my FASA origin story?? You guessed it– like so many other FASA members, I went to one FASA event in freshman year and dipped until sophomore year.

Let’s run it back to winter 2021 of my freshman year– technically the first FASA event I went to was mass meeting. But guess what! I attended on Zoom and did not really engage with anything!

So, the first FASA event I truly attended was FAM/lin reveal. I honestly don’t know what compelled me to fill out the form to join a FAM, but I do recall going to Rackham, sitting at a table watching the lin reveals (at this point I did not know what a lineage was so I did not opt to be in one), then the FAM reveals began and I was on the edge of my seat. It was down to me either being placed in H.A.M. or $WAG and truthfully I was hoping for $WAG just because the possibility of the Muslim girl being in H.A.M. would be… interesting (for context, Muslims do not eat pork). Then lo and behold I was placed in $WAG ฅʕ⭑ﻌ⭑ʔฅ I thought it was cute how my new FAM members and I all sat together in a circle & introduced ourselves, and I left that event feeling a little bit closer to FASA.

Taken after my first real FASA event! Idk why I called it a meeting tho!

Then I fell off the face of the Earth in regards to FASA events & didn’t go to anything until the fall mass meeting of my sophomore year (lol but nobody’s laughing) ₊ ⊹ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ

Thai milk tea ʕづ๑•ᴥ•๑ʔづ♡

By thai milk I specifically mean Ding Tea’s thai milk tea – my favorite milk tea! But only the version prior to Winter ‘24 (because they changed the recipe this semester ʕ ꆤ ᴥ ꆤʔ). Anyways, as I became more active in FASA as a general member in my sophomore year, I had so much fun! I finally got sorted into a lineage in Fall ‘22 (darago!) & enjoyed debriefing with people that I probably would have never spoken to if it weren’t for FASA.

Darago @ PCN Centennial ୧ʕ•̀ᴥ•́ʔ୨

I never considered myself a dancer (& still don’t tbh) but I learned tinikling for the first time, sucked at it, but eventually danced to Industry Baby at PCN

+ learned to dance like an elegant lady through performing pag-apir at both PCN & Battle

Chins up for pag-apir!

+ danced like a duck by doing itik-itik for Kalayaan.

I wanted to dip my toes into being more integrated with FASA than just being a general member & a performer, so I joined the yearbook committee! I always thought graphic design was fun, & I enjoyed the creative liberties the yearbook gals & I took to make last year’s yearbook <3

I designed the fit check page (right) ᵔᴥᵔ

I enjoyed the FASA community so much that I wanted to contribute to it more as a board member. Thus, I ended up running for both S’Advocacy & PD because I thought my prior experiences/skills aligned well with both roles (fun fact: I was the only applicant who ran for two positions last year). As you can see, I became the 2023 - 2024 Professional Development Chair, & I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

PD lin!

Wintermelon milk tea ⍝ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ⍝

I feel like not many people have gotten into wintermelon milk tea, but it’s really good and underrated. I would down it so fast when I worked at Sharetea. So good. But, as we all know, too much of a good thing is no longer a good thing. Woah, this seems like it’s about to go downhill. Let me explain.

Transitioning into when I became a full-fledged boardie & started being one of the people behind the scenes of the ever-loved FASA events, I learned a lot about myself as a leader & about my personal characteristics. A lot of time goes into being a boardie, & being on board made me get my planning skills down to a T– despite me thinking they were already good. I experienced a lot of ups & downs as a boardie, & I utilized my experiences as learning opportunities. I currently am on two other boards (shoutout NOiR & IMSA lol), but I have never seen on organization value community as much as FASA does, & I think that’s something to be treasured.

Board @ senior farewell fresh outta the womb for one of our first events together

As I write this in my final month as your Professional Development chair, I feel ready to pass the baton off to the next. Being a FASA boardie has definitely been a good thing, but I have reached a point where I believe our organization could benefit from someone with a fresh perspective. Time for something new. I have had the great pleasure of being PD chair, & I hope that our members only continue professionally developing!

Hands up, time’s over!

Kita kits,

Zainab Ahmad - ̗̀꒰ঌʕ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ໒꒱ ̖́-

#2023-2024 #fasaprofessionaldevelopment #fasapd

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When Obi-Wan gets to AotC, there's also about two dozen Anakin clones on-site. They're all girls because... IDK Anakin is trans. They have a hive mind and are developmentally a few years younger than Anakin himself.

It's incredibly unsettling to Obi-Wan.

It's almost definitely a "fuck with Anakin's already fragile mental health" ploy by Palpatine, along with a "what if Jedi Black Widows, for me, a Sith Lord. Wouldn't that be neat? That would be neat."

Anakin is torn between "this freaks me out" and "GANG OF BABY SISTERS LET'S GOOOOOOO."

(I just finished reading Like Real People Do by glimmerglanger, so this is definitely inspired by that and the obligatory 'lay back in bed and daydream variations on plot points of that fic you just really enjoyed,' and also a little by Same Heart, Same Blood by loosingletters.)

They're physically like 14-16 on average, and Anakin's vibrating out of his skin with a million conflicting emotions, but when he tells Padme she's just like "oh, you have a handmaiden gang!"

I told this to @willowcrowned and she suggested:

Once Anakin decides to repress the part of him that’s weirded out and just regard them as baby sisters he gets. A little strange about it The first time one of them dies he may or may not slaughter every person he can [in response to Padme's comment] Anakin starts worrying that he needs to get them cool matching outfits

I also chatted about it with @firebirdeternal and they said:

Gang of Unsettling Smol Siblings is exactly the Karma that Anakin deserves

Do you think the Clones have a kind of Collective Name that they use at first that eventually just kind of morphs into a new last name? Skysisters or something? Like Palpatine was trying to be clever and name them like the Nightsisters.

I initially went with "functionally one person" hive-mind but I'm torn.

I think maybe they're BASICALLY one person on Kamino but drift into Separate Consciousness once they're far enough apart physically that their minds don't blend from proximity anymore.

Then they start Dating (like half of them are dating Fett clones because they grew up with these dudes, it's like childhood friends romance), and Anakin loses his mind about Protecting Them and They're Too Young.

Padme: You're nineteen and we just got married, they can date. Anakin: THEY'RE EIGHT. Padme: And the Fett clones are ten and dying for us in the field. Get them rights before you panic about their love lives.

Firebird:

it could be worse, one of them could imprint on Obi-Wan. "Anakin I promise I won't yell at you for the next five stupid things you do if you can figure out a way to stop this baby from having a crush on me" (I like the idea of Obi-wan bargaining not with "I won't be mad at you ever" because they Both Know That's Not True, and instead haggling with specific allowances. Like he's handing out Stupidity Coupons)

Please imagine Mace and Obi-Wan's personal responses to the idea of suddenly having to deal with not one, not two, but OVER TWENTY SKYWALKERS.

Plo is delighted to take one off their hands.

So is Yoda.

Willow:

Mace is like. okay suicide isn’t the Jedi way but on the other hand. i physically cannot deal with this Yoda: a skywalker, you say? one who is tall enough to reach the top shelf, you say? such a skywalker, bring me

Anakin would be given at least one because fuck you, suffer with us, but he's still a padawan so Ugh, fine, no.

I want to say one stays on Coruscant to hang out with the Guard, and ends up half-adopted by Padme. She keeps dressing up the Aniclone left with her in handmaiden outfits and sending selfies to Anakin.

"Hanging out with the little SiL!"

Anakin has so many issues about WHEN his genetic material was acquired.

And there's some confusion from the Fett clones about how much of a hive mind is normal for Jedi. They are confused that the answer is basically none, and "this is WHY nobody clones a Jedi"

ONE OF THEM STEALS BOBA FROM THE ARENA ON GEONOSIS.

Firebird:

"I have followed in our progenitor's footsteps and acquired a sibling." holds up a struggling Boba "He bites."

Willow:

Ooooo okay so if they have a sort of hive mind then they probably don’t have names other than their designations on Kamino right BUT When they SEPARATE The one that picks Boba up on Geonosis gets a name specifically for that. Okay what if the one Padmé picks up gets some variant on ‘pretty’ because she’s always being dressed up BELLE Maybe Yoda’s Ani has a name that means thief? Because obviously Yoda is using Anakin to steal sweets

So, to make the timeline work...

I don't think anyone would give Anakin one of his sisters until after he's knighted at least.

So obviously when they're doing initial placements none of the sisters go to him or Obi-Wan.

Once he's knighted, of course they're already all placed with someone, and Anakin instead gets Ahsoka. He loves Ahsoka. She is also a little sister. He said so.

At some point afterwards, one of the sisters is left without a place because the Master that was in charge of her died in the field battle.

That sister then gets placed with Obi-Wan, because he's already mostly-successfully raised one Skywalker, so he can do it again.

Anakin gets to hang out with her basically all the time.

Ahsoka is very very jealous of this girl stealing Anakin's attention.

Anakin is oblivious to the rivalry.

He asks Barriss to look after them while he's discussing Adult War Things with Luminara and Obi-Wan, and Barriss gets an eye into This Mess, which is quickly colored by Ahsoka growing a puppy crush on the lovely Miss Offee herself.

Firebird:

Ahsoka: Ah yes, my nemesis. Anisister: Ah yes, my new older sister whom I want to impress so bad.

"I will impress her by being Stoic and Competent" "Oh my god she must think she's so much better than me what a bitch"

Anakin is oblivious to most things to be fair Anakin: Laser focused precision fighting machine who can read the tiniest body movements and predict your moves seconds in advance, who also cannot understand even the most basic social nuance. I was originally writing this as to Dunk on Anakin but then I made myself sad, because none of those things are really his fault.

So you know that post about like, Sasuke and Brooding, specifically in the context of "Brooding" as it's used to refer to Nesting Chickens? Grouchy and protective and sitting on a tennis ball trying to hatch it because they're just. "These are my Babies." Anakin Broods. Baby sisters. Must protecc. "I'm actually fine and extremely deadly in combat." "MUST PROTECT."

Bad Guy: [catches Ahsoka in a Trap] Aniclone: Must rescue sister! Aniclone: [fights, is not winning fight, gets ouched] Ahsoka tearing her way out of Trap: I lived bitch. Also: stay the fuck away from her. [murders so hard]

Ahsoka catches the Protective Older Sib feels by the traditional method: "Hey, only I'm allowed to be mean to them."

Willow:

Oh Anakin has no clue what’s going on. He walks in on Ahsoka glaring at the Ani and is like!!! Little sisters!!! Bonding!!! When Ahsoka was about three seconds away from tossing her out of the airlock. Ahsoka mistakenly assumes that Barriss has a crush on the Ani, and gets even MORE jealous.

Obi-Wan is like oh god. I can’t take care of an Anakin going through puberty again. He’s great with periods and other stuff because he read about a billion books. He is TERRIBLE with everything else, as he was the first time.

Barriss is like???? YOU'RE BOTH CHILDREN, PLEASE CALM DOWN, I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN DATING ANYONE, LET ALONE SOMEONE YOUR AGE.

IDK how old Obi-Wan's Aniclone is, probably physically the same age as Ahsoka?

Per @atagotiak on discord:

Also something something, similarities btw Anakin and Obi-Wan where like. "Am I a parent? That seems uncomfortable, I'm too young to be a dad to a kid this age, I mean I'm cool with being a mentor/caretaker but..."

Obi-Wan can't even sidestep parenthood this time.

"Is Anakin basically your dad?" "Uhhhhhh" [Muffled discussion] "So Obi-Wan is your dad." "Okay!" "WAIT NO I DIDN'T AGREE TO THIS"

Ahsoka: She's stealing my brother, that BITCH. Obi-Wan's Aniclone: new sister new sister new sister gotta make a good impression

Firebird:

I feel like the Sister Squad would make very effective interstellar espionage agents Even like, kind of by accident. They just get encouraged to branch out in their interests and figure out what they want to do with their lives and end up all over the dang place, and since they're all pretty dang competent they tend to gravitate towards Important Positions wherever they end up. Except for one sister who just retires to raise Space Sheep.

I like that in this AU Palpatine is just like "I will create an army of Loyal Murderers who will obey my every whim and also be a big psychological lever on my Other Pet Murderer," and then they all just Baby Duckling imprint on the first Jedi to be nice to them instead and he has to just be like "Wait no not like that."

AND one of them Steals Boba

I want Obi-Wan's Aniclone to start dating Fives. All the sisters judge her for it, because he's a Goof. A very competent, ARC Trooper goof! But a goof.

Not as goofy as Anakin, though.

Firebird:

Who expects a clone of Anakin Skywalker to not make questionable lifelong romantic choices impulsively?

#Anakin Skywalker #Ahsoka Tano #Obi Wan Kenobi #Disaster Lineage #Sheev Palpatine #Skeevy Sheev #cloning #Yoda #Mace Windu #Skysisters AU #trans anakin skywalker #Phoenix Posts #hive mind #Padme Amidala #Anidala

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Matchmakers

Din Djarin x female reader

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: suggestive content

A/N: Everyone knows Din’s name in this, so idk just play along because it made it easier to write this way. Also yeah Fennec and Boba are more friendly in this than they should be, just roll with it; the point is that they’re all comfortable with each other.

You loved your newfound companions, but sometimes you swore they got on your nerves. Not necessarily in a bad way, of course, but in a way that made you roll your eyes or make a face at their antics. Fennec and Fett always seemed to find a way to tease you lovingly, but you hated the way it would make you turn red. The worst part was that they only ever wanted to make you blush when you were with Din.

The most recent example had been when Fett jokingly asked why you never called him by his first name when he had told you time after time that you could. Of course, you had stuttered a little, not expecting him to add that only Din called him “Fett” and you had just subconsciously copied the name from him. To your horror, he didn’t stop there, even though Din was standing right beside you, listening to the whole conversation.

“Now that I think about it, you both say a lot of similar things.” Fett smirked when your blush deepened, but you were so embarrassed that you couldn’t even tell him to cut it out.

Fennec immediately joined in on the fun, listing off all the terms you had subconsciously picked up from Din. If it wasn’t such an embarrassing situation, you would have been amazed by her ability to pick up on such little details, but you were too busy wishing you could crawl into a hole and be left alone. She rattled off more terms, and you tried to deny the fact that you talked more like Din that you realized.

They had teased you practically all day about that. Even as the four of you were on a mission, Fett and Fennec would pause to list yet another thing that you had copied from Din and they snickered to themselves as you blushed. Din could probably sense how embarrassed you were though, because he turned to you while they were laughing and brushed his hand against yours ever so slightly. At first, you thought you imagined it, but then he brought his hand back and slowly trailed it up your arm until he reached your shoulder.

Offering you a reassuring pat on the shoulder, you heard him whisper, “It’s alright. Don’t listen to them.” He said it so softly, and your heart skipped a beat from how attentive he was.

It was like the two of you were in your own little world, unaware of how Fennec and Fett laughed at their own stupid jokes. But unbeknownst to you and Din, they had caught the little gesture Din made to you, and Fett gave Fennec a knowing smirk.

Even though it was mortifying to constantly get teased in front of Din, you adored the way he always stood up for you. But sometimes that meant that their teasing would redirect to focus on Din. You secretly liked when that happened because he’d turn into a sputtering mess when they would mess with him. You liked to imagine that maybe the strong, intimidating Mandalorian was blushing beneath his helmet. Din was the strongest person you knew, but you also knew that he could be as shy as you were sometimes. That was probably why the two of you got along so well.

As time passed and the four of you became more comfortable around each other, it became a running joke that Fennec and Fett were the jokers in your group while you and Din would glare or grumpily complain that their teasing wasn’t funny. Eventually, you loved how you’d grumble about something Fett said and Din would chuckle softly from the corner; just the soft sound of his carefree laugh made your stomach do flips. With all the fun that the four of you had, you never thought that one day their teasing would change your relationship with Din for the better.

You entered the cabin of the Slave I and heard Din muttering softly to himself as he tried to fix a piece of his beskar. The shiny armor had recently been banged up in a fight, and he was eager to fix the dent in his breastplate.

“Dank farrik,” he grumbled, and you cleared your throat softly so that he knew you would be sitting in the cabin with him.

Admittedly, you’d been walking on eggshells with him lately; he had been in a bad mood for several days now, and not even Fett’s dumb jokes seemed to cheer him up.

“Can I help?” You offered hesitantly. You wanted to help Din somehow, but you weren’t sure how receptive he would be to your offer.

Unsurprisingly, you noticed him tense up and he turned to you as if you offended him. “I can do it myself,” he whispered harshly, and you rolled your eyes at his attitude.

“Oh don’t mind him,” Fett chuckled as he entered the cabin, having overheard the way Din spoke to you. “He’s just grumpy because he hasn’t gotten laid in months.”

“Fett!” Din quickly looked up from his breastplate and hissed at the other Mandalorian.

You couldn’t help but snort at the situation. Din was visibly shaking from either embarrassment or rage, but it only seemed to fuel Fett’s teasing even more.

“What?” Fett’s smile grew and he leaned back in his seat beside you, enjoying the way Din looked completely unamused. “We’ve all noticed how pent up you’ve been.”

Din stood abruptly, trying to look as intimidating as ever, but Fett didn’t flinch. You’d never admit it out loud, but you knew out of the two Mandalorians, Din would always be considered the baby of the two.

“Maybe you’d like someone to help with that,” Fett continued teasing him. You stifled a laugh, not wanting to also become a target of Din’s anger. But Fett quickly turned to look at you and gave you a wicked grin as if you would soon regret laughing at Din. “Yeah, maybe this little lady can help you out, Din.”

Your eyes widened, not expecting Fett to suggest something like that. Your cheeks flushed and you were sure this was the most embarrassed you had ever been in your entire life. You stuttered, trying to brush off his suggestion, but it looked like Din was even more embarrassed than you were. Before he could start a fight with Fett, the other troublemaker of your group conveniently entered the cabin.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Fennec added to the conversation nonchalantly, as if she was talking about something as simple as the weather. “All she ever talks to me about is how much she adores Din.”

Din whipped his head around to gawk at Fennec’s calm confession, and you swore your heart stopped beating. “What?” He asked quietly, as if he was unsure that he heard her correctly.

Fett must have sensed how mortified you were beside him, so he nudged your shoulder and told you, “It’s alright, darling. Din likes you too. He talks about you all the time.”

Din cursed, yelling Fett’s name in anger and you wished you could have seen Din’s face beneath his helmet. He rushed towards Fett, but you got up and stepped in front of him before a fight could break out. He looked down at you as you placed your small hand on his broad chest.

“Is it true?” You asked him softly. You felt his breath hitch before he nodded shyly. Smiling, you felt yourself finally relax. “Fett, Fennec – do you two mind leaving us alone for a moment?”

You turned to see the older Mandalorian smirking at you before he winked and left the cabin with Fennec. Finally, you and Din were alone and you felt his tension melt away when you rubbed your hand on his chest lovingly.

Neither of you needed to say anything in the moment; you were just glad to finally know that he had feelings for you too. Din rested his hand on your waist and pulled you closer to his chest. His touch felt protective, and you sighed when you thought of how you never would have known how he felt about you if it wasn’t for the two idiots you had picked up along your journey.

As if he sensed your thoughts, Din chuckled softly before breaking the silence. “Do you think they planned that little confrontation?”

You laughed, hiding your reddening face in Din’s chest and allowing him to squeeze you tighter. You nodded in agreement and joked, “I guess we owe our thanks to those two matchmakers huh?”

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solomons-cooking · 3 years

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Waiting on the bench for you. Satan x GN!MC

A/N- This is edited from a 20+ page fic with satan that i will not publish on here bc self conscious so idk heres some soft Satan love

~I go into great detail about the kiss enjoy~

-You've picked up a new job at the RAD library, and school is getting stressful…So on your first day of work, Satan escorts you home so you don't have to walk home alone

TW: swearing

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“Oh Satan! I didn’t know you were here. Is that why you asked when my shift was over?” You asked, looking shocked and a bit confused.

Satan walks towards you with a smile and a nod as he sips his boba tea. He stops in front of you for only a quick second. Taking in your cute expression and the singular book wrapped in your arms.

“I’ll be on the bench outside m/c, take your time though.” he says through a smile and closed eyes.

You walk outside of the school, and into the courtyard. Sitting in the distance was Satan, on a bench that faced the forest of RAD. You had a side view of this profile and he was breathtaking. You always noticed how handsome he was, but him sitting there waiting for you? That was something else. The way the moonlight cascaded down his blond hair, how his eyelashes rested delicately on his lids, and the slight tap of his foot as if he were nervous or anxious.

The light of the moon also sent shadows down his uniform, outlining the Avatar of Wraths very apparent muscles. He was so damn hot. You started to feel your face heat up and your legs feel weak. You move towards him, walking against the slight breeze in the air. Your uniform flows with the wind, picking up any movements. As you get closer towards him, he starts to shift a bit. Almost like he can sense your presence. He has his book laid down on the bench, looking at the night sky that forever shielded the Devildom. Walking in front of him to get to the other side of the bench, you sit down next to him. His eyes followed you walking in front of him while you sat down. If it were not for you looking where you were walking, you would have seen how his eyes marveled at the way you carried yourself to your seat. Satan resumes his star gazing, a little red in the face so he tries to calm himself down. You can see the slight glimmer of the moon above you in his eyes, he just simply was transcendent.

He holds his hand around yours, which were folded and placed in your lap. He carefully wraps his arms around you and embraces you. It felt so safe, his figure feeling so large and protective.

You both sat there on the bench, looking at the night sky in silence. Still in his embrace, the only sounds you heard was his heartbeat. There was a tree behind you too, offering a slight screen of privacy from Satan and you to the school. The gentle breeze made the tree sway, and the leaves ruffle. The courtyard was crafted with shrubs, flowers, and trees. With beautiful stone walkways and sculptures lining them.

You admired the scenery around you, only to bring your eyes to Satan. His strong jawline, sharp cheekbones, and how his face looks so soft, yet rugged. The way his shirt underneath his uniform fit around his neck, adorned with his bow-tie. It was slightly cold outside, but Satan's warm body provided an escape for you, as you felt yourself sink further into his arms. As you sink further in his arms, you feel Satan's chest lean more into yours, and in that moment you could have sworn that time stood still. Satan leaned forward to give you a kiss on the head. How could something so effortless, so small, stop your heart from beating for a moment?

Shocked and happy, you lift your head to see his eyes half open, looking at you so lovingly. His hand makes its way from holding yours, to caressing your face, And in the same second, Satan's lips started to seek yours. His hand cupping your chin and his lips were making it known that they were desperately seeking yours. His thumb runs across your jawline, making its way to your chin, tilting it slightly. Sighing into the kiss, the faint taste of sugar from his boba tea earlier coated your lips. Satan's cheeks start to warm up, and his breathing is uneasy. He slowly takes his lips off of yours, only to meet them back with a softer, smaller kiss. His body shifted more towards the front of you as he kissed you. His hand that was on your chin, made its way onto your cheek. While his other hand was still holding yours. He took his face away from yours, but still close enough to where his soft smile and his face was all that you could see. Rubbing his thumb on your cheek, he looks into your eyes with a blushed face.

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#i cant stop #satan is too cute #om satan #obey me satan #obey me satan x mc #obey me gn!mc #obey me satan fluff #obey me fluff #idk what else to tag #swearing #being all cute with satan #satan #satan lives in my head paying rent and his rent is to dust the cobwebs from my brain #obey me fic

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scandeniall · 3 years

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falling in love

Pairing: sakusa x reader

Warnings: none for once ??? Usual college/aged up

A/n: Yeah it’s almost 3am and I just soewed this out. Idk if it even makes sense but I wanna be in luv with him lol. Also; the references to no limit to you (bc even months later it’s still top 3 one of my fav things I’ve ever written)

Falling in love with sakusa is slow and steady. Its weeks of being an acquaintance and friend of a friend. You were friendly enough, considerate of his space and that he wasn’t the most outgoing guy in the world. Paying attention when he made his way into the conversation as you all sat at a group dinner. It’s the not shoving your social media in his face unlike other people trying to get a highly sought after athlete to follow them.

It’s months of getting to know one another as friends ignoring the tiniest spark whenever you two would meet up for lunch. So tiny, it could’ve been a hallucination. Getting his number one night as the two of you found yourselves outside of a party (one he’d been forced to go to and wanted nothing more than to leave), the rest of your friends having the time of their lives on the dance floor. At that point he’d watched you and got aquatinted enough to know that you were relatively genuine. He’d detected no ulterior motive. Late night texts were his thing. After a busy day of classes and practice, where he’d remembered you’d texted a joke the day before. He’d shoot a quick apology for his poor conversation and offer his own meme as consolidation.

It was just over a year of knowing one another that it’s the first time as friends he felt nervous to hang out with you and couldn’t exactly pinpoint why. It wasn’t a date by any means, just a mutual friend’s birthday dinner. He’d offered to pick you up as an apology for his horrible texting one week in particular citing that it was on the way. It was the first time you’d ridden in a car just the two of you and the way you offered a breathless greeting and apology for taking so long to come out (thus putting you two behind schedule, something that had garnered the tiniest bit of annoyance) had his own breath caught in his throat. He’s not even sure he uttered any real words when you’d complimented him.

It was at the end of the night, seeing you delirious with exhaustion yet as happy as ever, finally having a break from the reality of classes that his crush might’ve started. Your insistence that he texted you when he made it back home safe and the fact that you even stayed up to make sure he did stirred something inside of him.

It was something he’d pushed down. ‘It was only because of the atmosphere’ is what he tried telling himself. Yet he couldn’t shake the way he actually enjoyed hanging out with you in a way that was different from hanging out with Komori or his teammates out of obligation. At some point the two of you began studying together and that unveiled a new layer of yourselves to one another.

You learned that he needed nearly complete silence to study and he had to force himself to not focus on the tiniest muffle coming from your earbuds. He learned that when you began to stress to got extremely fidgety and would have to shoot you a look whenever you clicked your pen one too many times. Sometimes you’d have to break from the libraries harsh fluorescent lighting because he worked best there on the quiet floor. The compromises you made as friends in even school were because there was something oddly comforting about the presence of one another when studying. For you, it was how studying with him actually forced you to be productive and not get distracted like you’d do with your own friends. For him, it was the sheer comfort of having someone there, someone who didn’t try and talk with him and ultimately let him be.

It was early into your third year of college when he finally asked you out. At this point you’d been friends for nearly two years and sitting on feelings for at least a year. It was a simple date, takeout from a place the two of you mutually agreed on and a movie at his place. A clean spot for his first date with you. The date had been nothing special but you’d gotten to truly witness first hand just how meticulous his cleaning habits were in his own personal space.

Of course in the time you’d known him, you’d seen his cleanly nature in action. It’d manifested itself in the the mask he frequently wore and the hand sanitizer he carried often. You’d always noticed the way he glanced at public tables and admired the fact that he was never too shy to ask for a different one at a restaurant when it was obvious that it had hardly been cleaned in between guests.

His desire to immediately wash his dishes, and wipe down the table post dinner caused him to offer you an apology yet you didn’t care. The way you just wordlessly helped him confirmed that his crush was indeed real. When it got chilly, you didn’t feel obligated to cuddle up for warmth and even gratefully accepted the blanket he offered you, separate from his own.

In the nearly two years you’d known Sakusa, neither of you had ever initiated any sort of physical contact. Yes there was the occasional glance of one another’s shoulders to show the other something, but it’d always been platonic. That first date ended with the first of many hugs and a cautious look asking for permission to kiss his cheek.

That first date quickly turned into a second and third and fourth and fifth, the two of you sharing your first kiss sometime between the third and fourth. Itd been after one of his games, one your school had won. You’d waited up for him, the promise of boba on you if he won. Not that he really wanted it, but more so felt drawn to hang out with you. “We’re gonna win”

The kiss was quick and what others would have attributed to being “a moment.” It wasn’t unusual for silence to envelop the two of you. You’d been privy to many comfortable ones after learning to gauge when sakusa needed a moment to cool off from conversation. As the two of you just walked from the shop, drinks in hand and back toward campus he’d paused and asked to try something. Neither of you knew it, but inside both of your nerves were going crazy. The slightest shaking lasted the remainder of your time together unsure if the kiss really happened or if you’d just imagined it.

It’d been two months of dating exclusively before you two became an official couple. The kisses from there became more frequent but for some reason there was the hesitation to jump into anything official. So instead, the two of you spent that time getting to know one another in purely a romantic context.

At some point you’d joked asking when he was going to officially become your boyfriend.

“Do you really want me to?” Itd been a thought that had been at the front of his mind lately. He’d been trying to find the right time to ask as well, getting annoyed at the questions his teammates would ask about you in the locker room. He watched you intently analyzing your reaction to his words as your amused look turned serious than softened before you indicated that you really did. And so he asked and it became official.

It was the way that even after the honeymoon stage had ended that he still felt drawn to you. Even when you bickered about your room not being clean [enough] when he came over or about your annoying own clicking habit, neither of you wanted to bicker with anyone else. Even during your first serious argument that resulted in you admitting that you loved him his heart both dropped and swelled. He’d been the one to fuck up that time, the argument being quite heavy. That night he left with a kiss on your temple and a promise of seeing you soon.

It was the way that the days the two of you didn’t speak felt like hell to him. He was more irritable towards others and found himself stress cleaning whenever he could (something his teammates witnessed as he wiped down his locker for the 50th time in a span of 5 minutes). The usually cautious player may not have performed differently to outsiders, but when he didn’t see you in the crowd during the home game he was off.

Making up felt like a weight had lifted off his heart. He’d swallowed his pride and reached out first. Returning those 3 words for the first time had him feeling like he was on cloud nine.

From then the love between you and Kiyoomi continued to grow. It was never perfect, with the two of you always having something something to work on. But, it was you.

The day he’d revealed to you that he’d signed to MSBY post college was one of his favorite moments. The two of you had been at his hanging out when he’d given you the unmarked envelope. He’d watched your face go from confused to realization to excitement as you read aloud “we welcome your commitment to MSBY Black Jackals-.” It was one of those times he didn’t mind the camera you’d shoved in his face insisting that you were filming a once in a lifetime moment. He’d found himself smiling at the kisses your scattered over his face, ignoring what usually would’ve made him grimace in disgust for the love that overpowered it.

He’d considered the next step in your relationship for a while the question of asking you to move in with him ultimately flowing out of him at graduation. It was the start of a new journey and he wanted you by his side.

Moving in was no easy feat. Learning to live with another person and their habits got to the two of you at times but you were determined to stick it out. Once the initial struggles faded, and you’d gotten into the swing of things he was met with a different kind of love. The love of a domestic life with you. Love was never easy, and potentially being harder when you were young. Yet you’d waited it through. Slowly built a friendship and the foundation of something great. Sakusa has no intentions in proposing anytime soon, yet knew for a fact that he wanted you and you want him.

a/n: i honestly coulve kept going but uh i gotta go to bed and this shit is long nough

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #sakusa x reader #hq imagine #sakusa imagines #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines

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carltonlassie · 2 years

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I feel your tags on that post so much. This feels like something that happens to so many cultural practices & religions, esp Asian ones. In a way, like smart representation of how practices become stripped of the meaning and philosophy that are part of their effectiveness, going from someone who grew up within that culture to someone beloved to them to someone lost and looking for anything to someone who sees nothing but profit, but also. Really painful to watch 🤢

I typed out a long response and tumblr crashed and deleted everything 💀 maybe i should have understood the message the universe was trying to send me and stopped there, but i went on and im sorry it's LONGER

but yeah. i imagine it's a common frustration across diaspora population/<insert ethnicity>-American/immigrant experience. unless ur family really tries to maintain the cultural practices, it's really hard to keep that tie and understanding of it. Even so, it's incredibly difficult because the holidays are out of sync with the american calendar, places of worship aren't nearby, it's hard to procure elements needed for the celebrations, you're the only family when the event should be enjoyed by the whole town, etc. as a child u don't know what the practices are really about, but as you grow up and do it over and over, you gain a deeper understanding of it, and take what u want to keep from experience and let it be ur guiding principle or something. idk. the cultural thing becomes ur way of life, because u grew up with it. it's not like, something flashy that u have to do to signal that ur this kind of person.. u know?

but in america (and this is not even remotely the fault of the culture in question) things get bastardized. it's cool when u say a cultural holiday and the americans go oooh, yeah i have heard of that before! but then for them it's just some fun festival where they can get food or something lol. there were holi festivals at my college organized by intl. students from india, but the participants were just. anyone, really. and then they came and enjoyed the colors and drank a shit ton while doing so, but i don't imagine they walked away with a deeper appreciation/understanding of the significance of the celebration. same thing with mid-autumn festival celebrations. it's a thing across SO many asian countries, but the people at my school thought it was just that time of year when u can get free chinese food if u can sit thru people dancing to some kpop songs. omg free boba!

and from the basic understanding that americans think they have, we get like. ohm wall poster decorations. namaste chai tea latte. this tattoo says love in chinese. cinco de mayo nachos. lol, even green shamrock shakes from mcdonalds prob falls under this category. and it sucks.

idk what im trying to say anymore lmao im not even that cultural, like i go to family events and get psychic damage and walk out every year, but i guess there's just something that... gets lost every generation. some for good, some for bad? idk. maybe changes are just changes and it's stupid to feel bad about it because it's inevitable?

anyways. it's probably not daniel's fault that something got lost in translation. because he KNOWS and understands what he got out of mr miyagi's lessons. but it's definitely hard to put that understanding to practice, and robby didn't get to spend too much time to really understand it. it's no surprise that robby tries to emulate the shell of the lesson...... but yeah. cobra kai is about trauma and generational cycles of abuse and loss and changes and i

#asks #hi this is the inside of my brain. u may be entitled to some financial compensation if u had to witness this. idk

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haikyuuscreaming · 4 years

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hello!! can you write something fluff with kenma, please? some friends to lovers if possible. loving your blog 💕💕

OH SHIT SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG SDFSDFJKD this is. 3.5k words roughly and im so sorry idk why my fics always come out longer than 1k words :(((

The first time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s hiding behind the wall that is Kuroo Tetsurou and you’re both in your first year.

“Oh?” The Nekoma volleyball captain stares you down in the Chem class you share with him. “You’re [Surname]-san, right?”

“Yeah,” You say, never breaking eye contact with him but secretly eyeing the quiet boy behind him. He’s your classmate in a few other of your periods, but not this one. This class is an advanced Chemistry class, placing you conveniently with the second-years and a handful of equally smart first-years. “I need help with the homework and you’re my best bet. Could you help out?”

Kuroo narrows his eyes at you, which you don’t exactly appreciate but you don’t say anything. “You sure you don’t want me to just give answers?”

“I kinda need to understand this to pass the class, so no thanks.”

He hums in approval, like you’ve passed some test, and nods. “Sure thing. I wanted to teach Kenma this anyway.”

Oh, that’s his name… you think to yourself, and you noticed the mentioned Kenma doesn’t look up from his Nintendo Switch, even at the mention of his name. You watch Kuroo turn around to his companion, coercing him, “Kenma, get up, we’re learning Chem.”

“Can’t we do it later?” Kenma’s voice doesn’t hold anything akin to bitterness or complaint- it’s kind of devoid, actually, in a soft and cute way- and you try to tune out the sound of Kuroo scolding him but he’s so loud when he’s right next to you.

“C’mon, we’re about to go home now, we can stay after school a little longer. Plus, we get to teach this lovely lady about nuclei.”

“I’m right here, you know,” you roll your eyes lightly but before you know it, you’re defending Kozume-san. “We can always work it out, um… I dunno, maybe over lunch on Sunday? I mean, it is Friday and this thing’s due Monday and… we can have more fun studying this if we have food.”

Stupid fucking Kuroo only grins. “Oh, so you’re asking me on a date? Kinda bold, if I don’t say so myself, kouhai-chan.”

“Kuro, stop.” Kenma speaks up and his quiet voice somehow speaks volumes. “We can meet with her on Sunday to do it.” And just like that, he retreats to his Switch without another word.

Kuroo turns to you and shrugs indifferently, contrasting his previously provocative and shitfaced attitude. “The man’s laid down the law. How’s boba on Sunday sound?”

The second time you meet Kenma is on that promised study session.

He has inconspicuous earbuds in, his face illuminated by the glowing light of his DS. He has a DS, too? He still looks cute.

And there’s Kuroo of course, but he’s irrelevant to your case unless it has to do with your god forsaken chem homework.

“You want me to go order some drinks next door?” Kuroo quirks an eyebrow. “My treat.”

“Just a brown sugar milk tea, thanks,” You tell him gratefully. Thank god for men and their dead sense of chivalry.

“No boba? You’re crazy.” Kuroo scrunches his nose at you and you wish Kenma would start talking so you could avoid this big, annoying cat. “What about you, Kenma? Your usual?”

“Yeah,” is all Kenma says.

“Alright, see you nerds later,” Kuroo practically sings out, patting both of your heads like an old man, and takes something from Kenma that you don’t quite catch, but it makes Kenma glare at him.

As soon as Kuroo’s out of sight, you find it a little awkward to keep conversation with Kenma especially with his whole gamer complex, but-

Oh.

Kuroo took Kenna's DS.

“Kuroo-san’s pretty bothersome, huh,” you sigh out in an attempt to stir conversation. Lucky for you, Kenma goes along with the conversation without fight, his eyes peering over you like reflective pools of honey.

(They’re really pretty, you think.)

“Yeah,” Kenma slouches down a little bit more in his chair at the mention of his taller friend. “He’s kind of like my second mom… but not really. Always nagging me to do things.”

You laugh at his solemn, depressed answer. “It’s fun to have him around, though, right? He’s kind of funny sometimes-- the rest he’s annoying-- and he’s decently smart even though I’m pretty sure he’s got, what, three braincells.”

To your unprompted delight, Kenma laughs softly at you poking fun of Kuroo, and the conversation between you and him starts piling up into more, and more, and it all feels so short. You don’t even notice Kuroo coming back and hovering over the table.

“Eh? You and Kenma getting along without me? What a shame, you know. I really do get third-wheeled.” Kuroo lets out a wistful sigh akin to an old man and sits down, drinks in hand. “So, who’s ready to study?”

The third time you meet Kozume Kenma, it’s at your mall’s arcade.

You and your friends are playing one of those claw machines, trying to get that really cute Miku figurine and those adorable plushies, wasting all your coins on these sucker games like the dumb teenagers you are. But a glimpse of familiar, two-toned hair catches your eye.

“Hold on,” you tell your friends who’re still busy trying to get that stupidly gorgeous Sakura Miku figure. “I’m gonna be right back.”

You wander your way to the familiar head of hair, and gratefully, your instinct was right. “Kozume-san? What’re you doing here?”

Kenma practically jumps at the sound of your voice, turning around, eyes wide. “Oh. I just got lost from the team. You’re here too?”

“Mhm,” You smile, pointing at your screaming group of friends. “My friends and I are here just to chill out and have fun. You can hang with us if you want!”

He shakes his head, his hair gracefully framing his face. “Nah, I’m fine, thanks.. I’ll just hold out until Kuro sniffs me out or something.”

You furrow your brow- geez, this kid’s gonna get lost so fast-- and you gently clasp the phone he’s holding in his hand. “Can I give you my number? I’ll pick up immediately if you ever call, just give a ring.”

You fail to notice the surprise that flits over Kenma’s face, but he reluctantly hands you his phone and you tap in your number quickly. “See you around, Kozume-san. Don’t get into trouble.”

And Kenma smiles on his own accord, his face lighting up softly like a lamp under moonlight. “You too.”

The fourth time you meet Kozume Kenma, he’s at your house working on an Japanese Lit assignment.

“Oh? Kozume-kun!” You’re pleasantly surprised when your teacher pairs the two of you up. “Nice to talk with you again.”

“Yeah, “ Kenma blinks a little awkwardly and he shyly grins, which you find even more stunning than it already is because he’s usually held up such a calm, unaffected facade. “Uh. So do you want to meet up at… your house for this? So we can do the project.”

“Oh, yeah,” You wave dismissively, beaming at him because this is your chance to get closer with him. “My little brother’s a nuisance, though, so he might bother us. I hope you don’t mind?”

“No problem.. you can text me the address, because… yeah.” You find it cute how Kenma doesn’t want to mention that the two of you have been texting a lot more lately, and the slightest blush tints his cheeks.

“Of course!”

Flash to your house, the two of you are on the floor, slaving over a giant posterboard with paint and art supplies scattered about.

“I hate making movie posters, it’s so tiring…” You groan out, trying to paint Yukio Mishima’s face with the utmost care. “And this book’s so creepy… why would we wanna make a poster of it? He commits seppuku!”

Kenma grins a little bit and he looks really cute, with his hair tied up in the back and his gaze focused on the painting at hand. “You’re so easily grossed out.”

“But he made it so detailed! You're immune ‘cause you play all those gross horror games.”

He laughs quietly, and you think you're going to heaven. “You couldn't even handle Ao Oni, stop.”

You scowl at the mention of Kenma’s dumb horror games. “He’s this weird deformed grape, okay?? It was kinda scary!”

The two of you end up nowhere near finishing your poster, and you collectively decide to put it off for maybe another day. The rest of your day is spent-- c-cuddling? (no hetero, you reassured Kenma, although you were thinking otherwise)-- and playing more horror games, much to your chagrin.

(But it gave you a reason to hug Kenma tighter.)

You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve met up with Kenma now. You’re in your second-year of high school now and your bond with him as only strengthened.

He invited you eventually to walk to school with him, along with Kuroo, and you find out that it was Kuroo’s coaxing to do so. But you’re still delighted that Kenma agreed on, what, the second time Kuroo nagged him about it?

You and Kenma have gotten fairly close. You’ve vented to him, cried to him, he’s shown his emotional side, too. You’ve even gotten a little closer to Nekoma’s god, Kuroo Tetsurou (to which your friends always complain about- “you can’t take all the cute guys for yourself”). But, in your opinion, the most important part is that you’ve been getting closer to Kozume Kenma, who you once thought would always just be the quiet classmate to you. Who would always be your unattainable, close-guarded crush.

"Kenma!” You yell out, rushing over to him with your backpack practically bouncing off of you with each step. “Wait up, would you?! How do you get out of class so quick??”

"I was waiting for you either way,” Kenma mumbles and hunches his shoulders together. “Do you wanna go to my house? I have new games and Kuroo won't be bothering us.”

“Can’t we get snacks first?” You know you sound a little bit whiny, but you’re hungry as fuck, and Kenma’s smiling either way.

“I guess.. you’re paying, though.”

“That isn’t fair at all!”

Eventually the two of you walk to your nearest 7/11 and get chips and snacks before leaving promptly, with you holding your chocolate milk and Kenma sipping apple juice. The walk to his house is full of conversation, Kenma equally engaged as you are. But as soon as you arrive at his front doorstep, the hollow noise of an empty apple juice box makes its appearance.

“You drink your juice too fast!” You tease Kenma lightly as he frowns, unlocking the door.

“You just drink too slow,” he replies and shoulders the door open. The two of you make your way inside and flop onto the couch, Kenma crouching near the TV to boot up his newest game. “Damn. I’m still thirsty, too.”

“Language, Kenma,” You chide him, throwing a pillow at him as soon as he sits down next to you on the couch. “And-” it takes every ounce of your willpower not to turn bright red. “-do you want some of my chocolate milk?”

The silence that follows is very short (probably only, what, a second or two?), but it feels like hours of painful quiet. Kenma blinks at you and the pink that dusts his ears becomes more and more prominent each second.

“Yeah… sure,” Kenma finally says and you beam so wide that you’re sure not even the sun could battle the brightness of your happiness right now. You hand him your nearly untouched chocolate milk and his fingers brush against yours as he takes it, sipping at it cautiously like he was afraid something would happen.

(Oh my god he’s so cute.. he looks so cute… he’s drinking my chocolate milk!! He’s so-)

“Oi, Kenma! My mom told me to pick up some tomatoes from y-” The door bursts open to reveal Kuroo Tetsurou.

You freeze, since Kuroo just witnessed you passing a chocolate milk box to Kenma and the latter sipping at the straw. Kenma kind of flushes, his mouth still wrapped around the plastic straw with chocolate milk halfway up.

“Eh? Sharing drinks now?” Kuroo tsks and shakes his head, a smirk gracing his stupidly arrogant face. “You know, you two could get mono. Or any other communicable diseases. Kinda risky, you know?”

“Kuroo, stop!” You’re wildly embarrassed to be caught in this not-so-platonic situation (in your opinion, at least), before Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh.

“You know, that’s an indirect kiss!”

“Didn’t I say stop?!”

“Ah, youth. Indirect kisses! You put your mouth on the straw, then he did. Romance at its finest!”

You know, deep inside, Kuroo just likes to rile you up, but you still bite the bait. “Kuroo, shut up, please??”

And Kenma speaks up for the first time during the whole banter. “Kuro, the tomatoes are on the kitchen table. Go.”

The Nekoma captain quirks an eyebrow before shrugging and heading towards the kitchen. “Thanks. Don’t do anything risky.”

“Kuroo!”

You and Kenma awkwardly glance at each other-- you note he’s still sipping your chocolate milk-- and eventually he stands off to ward Kuroo off (who keeps chuckling for no goddamn reason).

You two are alone again, and his burnt-gold eyes stare into yours.

“Did Kuro bother you?” His ears are still pinkish, but you notice that he’s still comfortable, although you can see a sheen of sweat starting to form on his face.

“Nah... “ You force your voice to stay level. “Why does he keep doing this?? God, he’s so annyoing sometimes… it isn’t like- it isn’t like we’re dating or anything.” God fucking damn stuttering.

Kenma’s eyes widen for a fraction of a millisecond, and you almost miss it, before he clears his throat. “Yeah. Not like that at all.. let’s just go back to playing.”

The atmosphere morphs into the usual, playful one that is held between the two of you, and you’re becoming proud of how much better Kenma is at redefining conversations and shifting the mood whereas in the beginning he would struggle in topic changes.

You’re so proud of him.

(And you’re kind of in love with him.)

You have a group chat with Kuroo and Kenma, unsurprisingly.

It’s, what, midnight on a school day, and the three of you are texting. Kuroo offers a game of ‘truth or dare’, and you accept out of sheer boredom. Plus, dares are so much easier to do online because you can fake nearly anything.

kuroo >:/: kenma truth or dare

kenma :): i’m not playing

YOU: yea you are !! ur not getting out of this

kenma :): fine

don’t say anything stupid though

kuroo >:/: so whats it gonna b???

Kenma takes a good ten seconds to respond.

kenma :): truth.

kuroo >:/: you got a crush on anyone?

YOU: oooh spicy

kenma :): kuro why

Your heart races a little bit at the comment.

YOU: oh? kenma i thought we were besties :(( why wouldnt u tell me

kenma :): it isn’t that….

kuro you already know why are you asking me that here

kuroo >:/: for my favorite kouhai [name]-chan

YOU: fuck off kuroo we all know im ur fav bc i pay for ur boba

kuroo >:/: fair

You get impatient with Kuroo’s mindless banter, so you end up texting Kenma privately.

YOU: so who is ur crush????

kenma :): why do you assume i have one

YOU: i mean….u wouldve denied it if u didnt have one?

He leaves you on seen for two minutes and you’re about to text him and complain but his reply shoots back.

kenma :): it’s you

And your heart doesn’t skip a beat. No, it just beats even faster.

The blood is rushing to your face, you can feel it, and a smile tugs at your face subconsciously. Your brain’s running a mile a minute, and you’re so outrageously shocked and unprepared that the aftermath of it all hits you just about a minute later.

(What if he’s lying? What if someone made him say that? What if-)

YOU: fr?

YOU: kenma dont mess w me

kenma :): i’m not

kenma :): you wanted to know so yeah. it’s you

kenma :): i like you and idk kuro says it’s “more than just like” and maybe he’s right

kenma :): see u at school tmr

YOU: WAIT KENMA COME BACK ???

You cute little rat, you seeth internally, happiness still radiating off of you. Is this a dream? Oh my god. Kozume Kenma likes me.

… Kozume Kenma feels the same way I feel about him.

The next day, you anxiously wait for Kenma at your doorstep. You even woke up early and had gotten ready as soon as you could, just so you could catch Kenma ASAP.

You slept surprisingly well, despite your anxiety from Kenma, and your body was filled with energy. You check your phone every two minutes, glancing at his ‘good morning text’ and praying for another one.

kenma :))): gm i’m still walking to school with u if you want… i’ll pass by your house just in case

YOU: oh!!!! yea id love to walk to school w u :))

Silence fills your ears as you anxiously pace back and forth from your doorstep to the curb of your neighborhood. You can’t help but worry as your gaze flits across every house, begging for a sign of Kenma.

(What if you’re too late, you realize in panic. What if your efforts weren’t enough?)

But then the sound of quiet-paced footsteps snaps you out, and you look up to see Kenma, standing in front of your house, an adorably shy expression painted across his face.

“Kenma!” You hate how your voice comes out kind of squeaky and high-pitched but you don’t care right now. You practically launch off of your doorstep and bound toward him, settling by his side.

He gives you a shy, adoring look but you can see the anxiety in his eyes as he points forward in the direction of Nekoma. “We can talk while walking, right?”

You smile breathlessly and your fingers brush against his. He smiles at you, and you notice the same pink dusting his ears like when he was sharing chocolate milk with you.

Two hands intertwine and the conversation begins.

You’re in your third year of college now, out on a “boys (and girl) night out”, as Kuroo deemed it.

Kenma’s got it well-made for him, striking good on his company to which you supported him through the entire time, and Kuroo’s on his way to be the scientist he’s always dreamed of being even as a nerdy-jock kid. He claims he’s practically a professional volleyball player, too, just on the side, but both you and Kenma know better.

You and Kenma have been dating ever since your second-year in high school. Which makes it just about… four-ish years now that you’ve been dating.

(Kuroo claims that in your first-year, you and Kenma were basically dating each other spiritually, but you pay him no mind.)

The three of you are out on the beach on an autumn day. It’s pretty empty, despite the warm evening sun that casts a golden shine on the sand and ocean, so you’re all making epic sandcastles in peace.

“We should make a moat,” Kuroo says, already digging out a ring around the lopsided sandcastle.

“We haven’t even finished the castle itself!” You protest, pushing him lightly as you use your other hand to pat down the base of the castle.

Kenma packs sand into a small bucket and delicately places it on top of the half-finished sand “castle” to make a tower. You find it cute how he’s the only one putting in decent effort, so you help him out by packing in another bucket of sand. “Kuro would be a terrible architect,” Kenma comments.

“You right, you right,” You sigh out while Kuroo squawks in protest. Kenma leans on you, out of instinct you think, and you kiss the top of his head gently. Kuroo covers his eyes and complains about his youth and young love before Kenma haphazardly bumps into you. Which leads to the sand castle collapsing.

“Ah- Kenma!” you cry out in panic, sweeping the sand together in a half-hearted attempt to piece it back into a cohesive castle. “Be careful!”

“No, look,” he says quietly, a small smile gracing his face.

“You worked so hard on the base too, to make it big and flat- oh?” You sit up a little bit when you see a small velvet box in the middle of the sand pile.

Kuroo gasps very loudly and you stare at Kenma in shock.

Oh my god. What’s happening, what’s happening, oh my god-

You slowly reach out for the box in the middle of the mess and take it delicately, brushing off the sand clinging to it. Your fingers pry it open with shaking fingers and you feel Kenma place his hand on your arm gently, his gorgeous honey eyes staring at you. The same honey eyes you fell in love with.

You're also in love with the gorgeous, sparkling amber ring that sits in the middle of the cushioned box.

“[Name]. I want to be married. To you. Will you marry me?” Kenma’s voice is soft and sweet but you know with the convincing sureness in his voice that he’s been practicing this line for at least a month and he’s become confident in it.

You start crying immediately (god damn it, you think to yourself) your heart blooming with joy and your entire body feels like it’s about to explode of pure happiness.

You kiss him, full on the lips with tears streaming down your face and he kisses back, his arms wrapping around you and you realize he’s crying too. With the possibly happiest voice you’ve ever used in your life, you cry out, “Of course I will!” on the beach with Kuroo clapping in the background.

Two years later on that beach, you two become the happiest couple on Earth.

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