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youryurigoddess · 6 months

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I was minding my own business and analyzing another part of the A. Z. Fell & Co. bookshop from the Radio Times footage when I noticed something interesting on Aziraphale’s desk. It looks like the angel was studying a handwritten copy of someone’s last will and testament and left in a hurry, with a bronze medal and a fountain pen on top of it. And… an attachment of a land registry plan, barely visible underneath.

Obviously that’s when my South Downs obsessed brain turned all of its alarms on and decided to read the whole thing. And look for the missing parts, since only a portion of the original document was visible on screen. Unfortunately the full text is much longer and less exciting than anticipated, and — spoiler alert — related to a different area of the country, but still relevant to the Good Omens universe. We’ll look into that in a moment.

Let’s start with the struck bronze medal — acting here as a paperweight, which makes the documents in question already stand out from the usual bumph and bric-a-brac accumulated by Aziraphale over an unknown period of time on his desk.

It’s a very interesting rendition of the mythological scene centered around Daedalus fastening the wings onto his son Icarus (little does he know that this attempt to escape imprisonment will lead to his son’s demise). Contrary to popular sentiment in the history of art, this particular version of Icarus isn’t depicted as a child or teenager, but as a warrior donning a helmet and preparing himself to battle. Which makes perfect sense after discovering that it was made for the Royal Air Force Athletic & Cross Country Association’s WAAF Athletic Championships in 1945. There’s some poetic irony in the fact that the medal was apparently given to the third place winner in a high jump category.

Apart from its obviously military style, this concept seems inspired by a 1885-86 medal by Auguste Patey commemorating the experimental flights at the first French wind tunnel at Chalais-Meudon, a town on the banks of the Seine near Paris. On 9 August 1884, engineers Charles Renard and Arthur Constantin Krebs made the first controllable free flight there when they piloted their airship, La France, over a course and returned to their starting point. From 9 August 1884 to 23 September 1885, La France made seven flights and was able to return to its starting point five times.

The last Will and Testament of Josiah Wedgwood

The last Will and Testament of me, Josiah Wedgwood, of Etruria, in the County of Stafford, made the second day of November, in the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and ninety-three, in manner and form following (that is to say): I give and bequeath unto my dear and affectionate Wife, Sarah Wedgwood, all that messuage or dwelling-house situate at or near Etruria aforesaid, with the buildings, gardens, and appurtenances thereto belonging, late in the holding of Mr. Thomas Wedgwood; and also all that field or piece of land in which the same stands, containing eight acres or thereabouts; and also all that close, piece, or parcel of land lying contiguous to the said dwelling-house, called the Horse Pasture, containing by estimation twelve acres or thereabouts; and also all that piece or parcel of land situate at Etruria aforesaid, heretofore purchased by me from Mr. Hugh Booth; To have and to hold the said messuage or dwelling-house, pieces or parcels of land, hereditaments and premises, with their and every of their appurtenances, unto my said Wife, Sarah Wedgwood and her assigns, for and during the term of her natural life. And from and after her decease, I give and devise all and singular the said messuage or dwelling-house, pieces or parcels of land, hereditaments, and premises, with their and every of their appurtenances, unto my Son, Josiah Wedgwood, his heirs and assigns for ever. Also I give and bequeath the sum of three thousand pounds unto my said Wife, to be paid to her within twelve months next after my decease. Also I give and bequeath unto my said Wife so much and such part of my household goods and furniture as is mentioned and specified in the Schedule or Paper Writing hereunto annexed, marked with the Letter A. Also I give and bequeath the sum of ten thousand pounds unto my Executors hereinafter named, upon trust that they, my said Executors, do and shall place the said sum of ten thousand pounds out upon some good and sufficient public or private security or securitys, at interest, to be approved of nevertheless by my said Wife, and do and shall pay to, or permit and suffer my said Wife to receive and take the interest, dividends, and produce of the said sum of Ten thousand pounds, as the same shall from time to time become due to and for her own use and benefit for and during the term of her natural life.

And from and after the decease of my said Wife, I direct that the said sum of ten thousand pounds shall be applied for and towards payment and satisfaction of the several legacys or sums of money hereinafter given by me. And I do hereby direct that the provision hereinbefore made or intended for my said Wife shall be in lieu, bar, and satisfaction of dower and thirds at Common Law. Also I give and devise unto my said Executors, for the use of my said son, Josiah Wedgwood, his heirs and assigns for ever, that part of Etruria Estate which I now occupy, upon the north side of the Turnpike Road leading from Newcastle to Leek, with the house I now live in, the outbuildings belonging to the same, with the pleasure grounds and all appurtenances thereto belonging, being about sixty-five acres; and also another part of the Etruria Estate, now in the occupation of Richard Hall, being about sixty-eight acres; And also another part of the Etruria Estate, now in the occupation of Thomas Ford, being about forty-five acres; and also the Estate late a part of the White House Estate, on the south side the Turnpike Road leading from Newcastle to Leek; and likewise the land purchased from Thomas Heath, with a small meadow on the north side the said Road, and lying in the Parish of Woolstanton; and likewise a meadow lately purchased from John Mare, of Handley, — all in the holding of Richard Billington, being altogether about eighty-one acres; and also a piece of land on the south side of the same Road, now in the holding of Daniel Haywood, being about two acres; and also an Estate bought from George Taylor, and now in the holding of Jonathan Adams, being about nine acres; and also a small piece of land adjoining the land bought from Hugh Booth, together with a part of the Hough Meadow, and now in the holding of John Ryder, being about four acres; and also an estate called the Spittels, situate in Penkhull, in the Parish of Stoke upon Trent, and lately purchased from James Godwin, containing sixty-three acres or thereabouts; and also an Estate adjoining to the Spittels on one side, and to Stoke Lane on the other, situate in Penkhull aforesaid, in the Parish of Stoke upon Trent, late in the holding of Humphrey Ratcliff, containing fifteen acres or thereabouts; and also a piece of land called the Woodhills, situate in the Parish of Stoke upon Trent, lately purchased from Ralph Baddeley, and now in my own occupation, being about eleven acres; and also all buildings, tenements, houses, farmhouses, outhouses, pot works, warehouses, workshops, and other buildings, of what kind soever they may be, situate, standing, and being upon any of the land or premises above named, and not hereinbefore devised; and also all my share of the models and molds of the Manufactory in Etruria aforesaid. Also I give and bequeath the sum of thirty thousand pounds unto my son John Wedgwood. Also I give and bequeath the sum of twenty-nine thousand one hundred and ten pounds, and likewise twenty shares in the Monmouthshire Canal, unto my Son Thomas Wedgwood.

Also I give and bequeath the sum of twenty-five thousand pounds unto my daughter Susannah Wedgwood; and which said several legacys or sums of thirty thousand pounds, and twenty-nine thousand one hundred and ten pounds, and twenty shares in the Monmouthshire Canal, and twenty-five thousand pounds, so given to my said Son John Wedgwood, and to my said Son Thomas Wedgwood, and to my said Daughter Susannah Wedgwood, I do hereby direct shall be paid to them as soon as conveniently may be after my decease, together with interest for the same in the mean time, after the rate of four pounds and ten shillings per centum per annum. Also I give and bequeath the sum of twenty-five thousand pounds unto my Daughter Catharine Wedgwood, to be paid to her as soon after her age of twenty-one years, or day of marriage, which shall first happen, as conveniently may be, with interest for the same in the mean time after the rate of four pounds and ten shillings per centum per annum. Also I give and bequeath the sum of twenty-five thousand pounds unto my Daughter Sarah Wedgwood, to be paid to her as soon after her age of twenty-one years, or day of marriage, which shall first happen, as conveniently may be, with interest for the same in the mean time after the rate of four pounds and ten shillings per centum per annum. Provided always, and I do hereby direct, that in case my said Daughters Catherine Wedgwood and Sarah Wedgwood, or either of them, shall happen to die unmarried before the age of twenty-one years, then that the legacy or legacys of her or them so dying shall sink into and become part of the residue of my personal Estate, and be applied and disposed of accordingly, as shall hereinafter be mentioned. Also I do hereby declare it to be my will that all the rest, residue, and remainder of my said stock in trade, goods, wares, implements, materials, and utensils of trade, and other matters and things used by me, in or belonging to my said Manufactory, except the models or molds therein used or kept, shall, at the time of my decease, sink into and become part of the residue of my personal estate, and be applied and disposed of accordingly. Also I give and bequeath all and singular my household goods and furniture not hereinbefore given to my said Wife, together with all my books, prints, books of prints, pictures, and cabinets of Experiments, of Fossils, and of Natural History, unto my said Son Josiah Wedgwood. And I do hereby commit the Guardianship and Tuition of such of my said children as shall not at the time of my decease have attained the age of twenty-one years unto my said Wife and my said Son John Wedgwood, until such children shall attain the said age. And I do direct that the fortunes or portions of such of my said children shall in the mean time be managed by my said Wife and my said Son John Wedgwood, and a competent part of the interest and produce thereof be applied for their maintenance and education, and the residue of such interest and produce be suffered to accumulate for their benefit and advantage in such manner as my said Wife and Son John Wedgwood shall in their discretion think most meet and proper.

Also I givo and bequeath one annuity or yearly sum of twenty pounds unto my Brother in Law, Philip Clark, for and during the term of his natural life. Also I give and bequeath one annuity or yearly sum of Twenty pounds unto my Niece, Sarah Taylor, for and during the term of her natural life. Also I give and bequeath one annuity or yearly sum of twenty pounds unto Mr. Alexander Chisholm, for and during the term of his natural life; recommending it to my Son Josiah Wedgwood to give him any further assistance that he may stand in need of, to make the remainder of his life easy and comfortable. And I do hereby direct that the said several and respective annuitys of twenty pounds, twenty pounds, and twenty pounds shall be paid and payable quarterly, at the four most usual feasts or days of payment in the year, (that is to say) on every twenty-fifth day of March, twenty-fourth day of June, twenty-ninth day of September, and twenty-fifth day of December, by even and equal portions, free and clear of and from all taxes, charges, and deductions whatsoever; the first payment thereof to begin and be made on such of the said days as shall first and next happen after my decease. Also I give and bequeath the sum of ten guineas unto the said Alexander Chisholm, as a testimony of my regard for him. Also I give and bequeath the sum of two hundred pounds apiece unto all and every the children of my Nephew Thomas Byerley, who shall be living at the time of my decease, to be paid to them at their respective ages of twenty-one years: Provided always, and in case any one or more of the said children shall happen to die without issue before he, she, or they shall attain the said age, then I direct that the legacy or legacys to him, her, or them so dying shall go and be paid unto and amongst the survivors or survivor of them equally, share and share alike, in case there shall be more than one, at such time and in such manner as is hereinbefore directed and expressed of and concerning the said original legacys or sums of two hundred pounds: Provided also, and in case all the said children shall happen to die without issue before they shall attain the said age, then I direct that all the said legacies or sums of Two hundred pounds so given to them as aforesaid shall sink into and become part of the residue of my personal estate, and be applied and disposed of accordingly. And I do hereby expressly direct and declare that no interest shall be allowed or paid upon the said respective legacys or sums of two hundred pounds in the mean time from my decease to the time that the same shall become payable by virtue of this my Will; such legacys or sums of two hundred pounds being given by me in lieu of legacys or sums of one hundred pounds, which it was originally my intention to have directed to be placed out at interest, and to have accumulated for such children of the said Thomas Byerley as aforesaid until they should attain the age of twenty-one years. Also I give and bequeath unto each of my Nephews Thomas and John Wedgwood, Sons of my late Nephew Thomas Wedgwood, of the Upper House in Burslem, the sum of two hundred pounds each, to be paid to them at their respective ages of twenty-one years: Provided always, and in case they shall either or both of them die before they arrive at the age of twenty-one years, I direct that the legacy or legacys of the party or parties so dying, of two hundred pounds so given to them as aforesaid, shall sink into and become part of the residue of my personal estate, and be applied and disposed of accordingly.

Also I give to my Servant George Jones the sum of twenty guineas, as a token of my remembrance of his faithful services to me. Also I give and bequeath to the several persons whose names shall be mentioned and comprised in the Schedule or List hereto annexed, signed with my name, and marked with the letter "B," the mourning Rings or other small legacys or sums of money which shall be therein specified and expressed. Also I give and bequeath unto James Caldwell, Esq., of Newcastle under Lyme, in the County of Stafford, the sum of one hundred pounds, which I desire he will accept as a testimony of my friendship and esteem for him. And I do hereby direct and appoint that my said Nephew Thomas Byerley shall, under the direction of my Executors, settle my accounts and manage and conduct the collection of my debts and other matters relating to the settlement of my concerns in business; and that a Salary of one hundred pounds per annum be allowed and paid to him for such particular service, so long as he shall be employed therein, over and above all charges and expenses attending the same. And it is also my Will that an estate at Burslem, late in the occupation of Joseph Wedgwood, consisting of a newly erected dwelling house, a set of pot works, with other buildings, and a field called the Cross Hill, containing altogether about two acres; and likewise an estate in the Parish of Astbury, in the County of Chester, called Spengreen, and now in the holding of Thomas Johnson, containing about seventy-five acres or thereabouts; and also a piece of land on the east side of the Bridge in Congleton, in the said County of Chester, being about two rods; and also all the rest, residue, and remainder, messages, lands, tenements, hereditaments, and real estate, money, securities for money, debts due and owing, personal Estate and Effects of what nature or kind soever or wheresoever, not hereinbefore particularly devised or disposed of, together with such or so much of the several sums of money hereinbefore mentioned and bequeathed as shall, by means of the contingencies and directions hereinbefore expressed, shall all of them sink into and become parts of the said residue of my personal Estate. And I do hereby give, devise, and bequeath the same unto my said Executors, for the payment of the legacys and annuities hereinbefore mentioned; and provided there should be a residue after the above mentioned payments, then I direct that such residue shall go and be divided unto and amongst my said children, John Wedgwood, Thomas Wedgwood, Susannah Wedgwood, Catherine Wedgwood, and Sarah Wedgwood, their heirs, executors, administrators, and assigns, equally, share and share alike, as tenants in common, and not as joint tenants; and if there should be any deficiency of real or personal estates for paying the said legacys and annuitys, such deficiency shall in that case be born equally amongst and made up by those my said children above named, (that is to say) John Wedgwood, Thomas Wedgwood, Susannah Wedgwood, Catherine Wedgwood, and Sarah Wedgwood, share and share alike, in proportion to the amount of the legacys to them herein left and bequeathed. And I do hereby nominate, constitute, and appoint my said Wife, my said Son John Wedgwood, and the said James Caldwell, Esq., Executrix and Executors of this my Will. And lastly, I do hereby revoke all former or other Will or Wills by me at any time heretofore made, and do declare this only to be my last Will and Testament.

In witness whereof I have to this my last Will and Testament, contained in six sheets of paper, and have to each of the first five sheets thereof set my hand, and to the sixth and last sheet thereof my hand and seal the day and year first before written. — Jos. Wedgwood (L.S.)

Signed, sealed, published, and declared by the said Josiah Wedgwood, as and for his last Will and Testament, in the presence of us, who in his presence, and in the presence of each other, have hereunto subscribed our names as witnesses thereto; the several following words being first interlined: money—my—happen—said. — Alexr. Chisholm, Thomas Mitchell, Joseph Mitchell, Joseph Rutland

John Wedgwood, of Etruria, in the County of Stafford, Esquire, maketh oath, and saith that he has searched among the papers and writings of his late Father, Josiah Wedgwood, late of Etruria aforesaid, Esquire, deceased, in order to find certain Schedules or Paper Writings referred to in the last Will and Testament of the said Josiah Wedgwood, and therein mentioned to be annexed thereto, and respectively marked A and B. And this Deponent further saith that he has not been able to find such Schedules or Paper Writings, or either of them; and this Deponent further saith that he has never heard or been informed, nor does he believe that the said Josiah Wedgwood ever wrote or made out, or caused to be written or made out, such Schedules or Paper Writings, or either of them. — John Wedgwood

Sworn at Newcastle under Lyme, in the County of Stafford, the 29th day of June, 1795, Before me, John Lloyd, a Commissioner.

Proved at London, 2nd July, 1795, before the Judge, by the Oath of John Wedgwood, the Son, one of the Executors, to whom Administration was granted, having been first sworn by Commission duly to administer. Power reserved of making the like grant to Sarah Wedgwood, Widow, the Relict, and James Caldwell, the other Executors, when they shall apply for the same.

That was… certainly a lot of words. Let’s see if they mean anything! Turns out that this isn’t another John Gibson, rural postman and shoemaker from New Cumnock, Scotland, but a prominent historical figure with close familial connections to someone whose name you definitely know.

Josiah Wedgwood (12 July 1730 – 3 January 1795) was an English potter, entrepreneur and abolitionist. Founding the Wedgwood company in 1759, he developed improved pottery bodies by systematic experimentation, and was the leader in the industrialisation of the manufacture of European pottery. He is credited as a pioneer of modern marketing, specifically direct mail, money back guarantees, travelling salesmen, carrying pattern boxes for display, self-service, free delivery, buy one get one free, and illustrated catalogues.

As well as pretty, decorative vases and crockery with aesthetics and technology rooted in antiquity, Wedgwood put his designs to a more radical use. He was elected onto the Committee of the Abolition of the Slave Trade and designed an anti-slavery medallion which became the most famous image of a black person in all of 18th-century art. Covering the costs of distribution and production himself, Wedgwood ensured that it became a powerful symbol of public support.

Josiah was also a founder of the famous Darwin–Wedgwood family and the grandfather of Charles and Emma Darwin. It was the considerable inheritance Josiah left to his son, Josiah II, that enabled young Darwin’s survey voyage aboard HMS Beagle and, consequently, the development of his theory of evolution.

Okay, but what links the “Prince of Potters” to Aziraphale and his bookshop?

In 1774 Josiah Wedgwood and his longtime business partner, Thomas Bentley, opened a new warehouse, enamelling rooms and most handsome showrooms at 12-13 Greek Street, Soho. In 1795, after Josiah’s death, the Wedgwood studio moved to 8 St. James’s Square and the buildings were later occupied by coachmakers, writers and other artists.

Now, through Word of God we already know that Aziraphale spent the 1600s using his personal savings to gradually buy out portions of the neighboring land in order to build the original bookshop “on Greek Street just off Old Compton”, which finally opened in its current form in 1800.

This means that for the time Josiah’s company operated in Soho, they were at least neighbors.

#Yuri is doing her thing #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #A. Z. Fell & Co.#aziraphale #aziraphale’s bookshop #aziraphale is a landlord #and has a penchant for legal documents #which sounds a bit too ominous for an angel

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leilakisakabiri · 1 year

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Easy (Gavi)

Summary: You and Gavi have an argument, but he’s not willing to let you go.

Warning(s): none

A/N: Please send in any requests if you have any. Short blurb for today while I try to figure out what to write about.

Word Count: [854]

Lyric series: four

You tell me that I overthink till I ruin a good thing. Anything else? You tell me that you'd rather fight than spend a single peaceful night, with somebody else.

It was a Tuesday night and you found yourself staring at Gavi from across the island table, stuck in another fight.

It seemed like for the last two weeks all the two of you did was fight.

There were a lot of things weighing on your relationship, one of them being the fact that you were moving back to the United States, your home country, in just a week, completing your year abroad.

The idea of doing long distance, as well as the time difference, weighed heavy on both your minds. Not only were you going to be busy with school when you went back home, but Gavi would also be playing the final games in La Liga which meant a lot of traveling around Europe.

Today was the first time the two of you had seen each other in a week, and he was leaving again in two days, but you had been busy all day saying goodbye to all your study abroad friends, so you couldn’t come over to his house till late at night.

That led you to now, as the two of you argued back and forth in his kitchen, hands flailing and voices raised.

“What the hell Y/n, this is the first time we can see each other all week and you spend the entire day with your friends?”

You sighed, “Gavi I already told you, today was the only day they could do it, and I really wanted to see them.”

“What about me?” Gavi asked.

You rolled your eyes, “Well, I’m here now aren’t I?”

Gavi took in your expression, annoyance plastered across his face, “Do you even want to be here?”

You felt yourself getting agitated as he looked at you, waiting for your response. You didn’t know why you couldn’t explain to him that you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, it seemed like over the last few weeks there had been a divide between you and him, and you couldn’t do anything but watch you both slip away from each other.

Your silence was enough of an answer for Gavi.

“Are you serious Y/n? You’re going to be gone in a week, and you don’t even want to spend time together?”

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to speak, “Of course I do. But we’ll see each other over winter break.”

“Winter break?!? It’s August, that’s in 5 months. We’re not going to see each other for 5 months, and that’s okay for you?” He questioned, his face falling.

You instantly felt bad seeing his hurt expression, you hadn’t meant it in a bad way, just in a way of reminding both you and him that this was not the end, but the more you thought about it, the more it really felt like it was.

The feeling of losing someone who meant so much to you in such a short period of time was overwhelming you, and you did the only thing you could think of to ease the pain.

“What are we even doing? Is this even worth it?” You spoke, looking at Gavi with glassy eyes.

His expression mirrored your own, and you could practically see all the anger leave at your words, his body deflating, “Look, I know long distance will be hard, but it’s worth it to me. You’re worth it to me.”

You felt yourself exhale at his words, “How can you be sure this will even work out? All we do is fight.”

He came over to you slowly, gently grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers with his, “Because I know what it’s like to love you and be loved by you, and I would rather fight than lose that and be happy with someone else.”

You felt your body fill with warmth at his words, and you knew the second he spoke that you could never break up with him because you felt the same exact way he did.

You pulled him into a hug, cursing yourself for always trying to run away when things got difficult.

You spoke into his chest, feeling his heartbeat against your ear, “I’m sorry. You’re right, you’re worth it, I’m just scared.”

He grabbed your chin, looking down at you with a soft smile, “I know, I am too. But I think we can do it. Besides, we’ll have winter break right?” He spoke, teasing you.

You swatted his chest playfully before snuggling into his embrace, “Haha. So funny.”

You could hear the grin in his voice as he spoke, “No but seriously, let’s just make the most of the time we have left.”

You nodded against him, “Deal.”

“Also sorry for getting mad about today, I just wanted to see you.”

You slightly pulled away from him, grinning, “Awh Pablito, you missed me that much? Just wait till I record this and share it, no one will believe you’ve gone soft.”

He mocked your grin before his lips fell into a thin line at your antics, “Don’t you even dare Y/n or we’ll have to make it spring break.”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise, “Touche.”

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soberrsoon · 10 months

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T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you and your band went clubbing with tokio hotel

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mentions of alcohol, swearing

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i named all the members after jersey shore cast lol. also pt. 2 coming idk whennnnn

you and your band met tokio hotel at an awards show after party and the 8 of you hit it off immediately. since your band made similar music to theirs, you guys had a few things in common. after that night the 8 of you would hang out everywhere whenever you would see each other - which was not often since you were both from different countries.

you were secretly crushing from one of the members from the band, tom. he was just so dreamy when you first met him and the fact you were both guitarists made the conversations easier. you kept this crush secret for a number of reasons: not wanting to get teased by your members, being scared of rejection, and fear of ruining the friendship. being intimated by tom since you knew he was a playboy, you would usually avoid one-on-one interactions with him and mostly speak to gustav since he was the nicest or one of your band members.

you knew you had no chance with tom but when he would jokingly flirt with you, you just couldn’t help it.

sometimes you would catch him flirting with other girls when you guys go clubbing and you could pretend it didn’t hurt, or that it doesn’t pain you on the inside but you couldn’t hide the disgusted look on your face. usually after you witnessed him picking up girls you would avoid talking to him for a few weeks, then fold after he flirted with you and the cycle would study repeat.

the only person you’ve ever told about you crush on tom was jolie, the bass in your band. she was the only other girl in there so you felt like you could talk to her about anything and you could. she supported your crush except for the fact that it was one-sided and kind of toxic since you would end up getting your feelings hurt knowing the kind of person tom is. “he only needs love for one night,” jolie quoted, mocking what tom had said in an interview while laughing. “maybe i can change his mindset,” you said. jolie laughed at you before giving you a hug. “girl it’s not your responsibility to change this man. if he wants you he’ll come to you,” she said. “you’re right,” you sighed.

“hey guys, bill and the others are in town for their tour. they want to know if we want to go out with them tonight,” said pauly, the drummer as he walked in with vinny who’s on vocals. “speak of the devil,” jolie whispered to you. “uh- sure we’ll go,” you said. “where do they wanna go?” asked jolie. “probably the club or something i don’t know. i’ll tell them to meet at ours in a few hours though,” pauly said before leaving the room. “i’m not sure i want to go clubbing with tom again,” you said to jolie. “i think it’s best if you don’t but we don’t have any other choice. why don’t you just stay with me the whole night?” jolie suggested.

you smiled at jolie, “sounds good, i love you,” you said before giving her a hug. you and jolie decided to clean around the apartment a little before the others got here. you put on some music and the two of you started dancing. you were in your underwear since you’ve basically been in your pajamas and bed all day. you both didn’t think cleaning would take that long but minutes turned into hours and before you knew it they had already arrived.

your back was to the door and you were dancing as you wiped the counters. you didn’t jolie open door and you certainly didn’t stop dancing either. “uhm ______,” jolie said trying to hold in a laugh. you finally turned around to see tom recording as he tried holding in a laugh too. “fuck me,” you said before running into you room to put some pants on. when you got back everyone was on the couch now and you face was still red. the room was quiet as you took a seat next to jolie after waving to gustav.

“i like your underwear,” tom said smirking and laughing. “whatever perv,” you replied as you rolled your eyes, secretly enjoying the attention. “so what club do you guys wanna go to firat?” asked pauly who had no idea what happened beforehand. “uhh there’s not a specific one since we don’t know this city well so i guess we’ll just go whenever you guys pick,” bill said. “oh sure, let’s have a few drinks before we go then,” pauly said, getting up to grab some bottles.

“so you guys are here on your right? are you having fun in the city so far?” vinny asked trying to make some conversation and at the same time lighten the mood. “yeah it’s pretty fun so far,” georg said. “way different from germany i would say,” gustav added. “the girls here are hot, hope they let me hit,” tom said. the room immediately went silent and the atmosphere went back to being awkward. your smile faded as you looked at jolie. she gave you an “i’m sorry look.” you looked down at your thighs and didn’t say anything until you guys left for the club. no one noticed your mood change other than jolie but bill and gustav had and eye on you which you didn’t notice.

tom immediately broke off from the group and approached a group of girls when you guys got to club which made you stomach turn. “ignore it,” jolie said before grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the bar. after a while, the group had all split up, with some sticking together. georg somewhere upstairs, gustav and vinny spread on a couch, tom still with the girls, bill playing pool with pauly, and you with jolie at the bar. you weren’t in the mood for drinking so you just sat and watched jolie chug drink after drink and take one shot after another. when jolie was drunk, she would get flirty and approach the nearest guy which so happened to be a hot blonde sitting next to us.

you watched as she made her way towards him and excused yourself once they got handsy with each other. you decided to walk around and explore the bar since you’ve never been to this one. you found georg first when you went upstairs. he looked as he hunched over the balcony. “georg?” you called out. he turned around was obviously out of it so you decided it was time for you all to leave.

the two of you went to go find the others, starting with gustav and vinny. they were drunk as well which left you as the sober and responsible one. a girl was sat on vinny lap and you pushed her off, dragging the both of them to now go find bill since you figured he was responsible enough to stay somewhat sober. bill was by the pool table with pauly who was now pushing himself with a random girl. “bill!” you called out. he turned around and smiled at you. “oh hey ______,” he said. you gave him and hug, very glad to see him. “please tell me you’re sober,” you said as you let go.

“i am and why are you dragging around the others? are they drunk?” he asked “oh my god yes. i think it’s time to go home now i was just going around and finding the others,” you said. “oh well let me help then,” he replied with a smile. “perfect, i just need to get jolie and tom,” you said. “here take these three i’ll go get them, and watch pauly too,” you said running away before bill grabbed you. “uhm actually i’ll go get tom and jolie as well, why don’t you stay here?” he suggested. “oh… okay i guess,” you replied as he left.

you grabbed pauly away from the girl and called your manager, asking her to come pick you all up. you sat down and exhaled as you closed your eyes. you wondered why bill insisted on getting tom. a few minutes later bill came with tom and jolie who were both drunk too. “these people have a problem. anyways, i called my manager she’ll come pick us up soon,” you said. your manger arrived a few moments later and you got in. there was no room for eight people in the six passenger van so you all had to make space.

you sat by a window, tom squished next to you with jolie and gustav on the other side. vinny and gustav had to sit on pauly and bills lap since there were no seats left. “thanks for the ride, sorry to call you so late,” you said to your manager. tom fell asleep on shoulder, linking your arm with his and the others fell asleep soon after too. it’s was just you and bill awake now. “you like tom don’t you ______?” bill asked. this question took you by shock and you were dumbfounded. “no, why?” you asked laughing it off. “don’t lie ______, i see the way you look at him,” bill said. “you caught me i guess,” you replied.

“tom is complicated when it comes to relationships,” bill said. “i know bill,” you replied. “anyways!” you said trying to change the subject. “why didn’t you just let me go get tom and jolie?” you asked. bill was quiet. “do you really want to know?” he asked. “yeah…?” you replied. “i saw tom go in the bathroom with a girl, i know you like him so i didn’t want you to see that,” he said. “why would you tell me if you didn’t want me to see it?” you asked. “you were the one that wanted to hear it,” he replied. before you could say something tom suddenly woke up and looked at you.

“i’m hungry,” he said. “what?” you asked confused. “can’t we get something to eat?” he asked. you rolled your eyes and sighed “ fine, can you pull in to that restaurant?” you asked your manager. everyone was awake now as your manager pulled up to the drive through of the fast food restaurant. you guys quickly ordered and grabbed your food.

“do you guys have a show tomorrow?” you asked bill. “why don’t you stay at our place tonight, it’s late,” you suggested. “sure, we don’t really have anything scheduled tomorrow,” he replied. you brought everyone inside the apartment before thanking your manager once more. jolie went for the couch and sprawled out on it leaving the others on the floor. “why don’t you, georg, gustav and tom sleep in paul and vinny’s room while the others stay in jolie and i’s room?” you suggested to bill. “sounds good,” he said before taking them down the hall.

you sat down on the couch next to jolie, trying to wake her up as vinny and pauly walked into your room. “jolie, come on, wake up,” you said lifting her up and bringing her to bed. vinny and pauly were on your bed so you and jolie slept on her mattress. you laid down and thought about what bill said about tom - how he was with another girl. you then thought about what jolie said and decided it was time to move on from tom, the thought that he could flirt with you but be with another bitch made you sick.you decided to go bed, hoping to avoid him the next morning.

#no proofreading we die like men #2000s #tokio hotel #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #fan fiction #2000s music #2000s fashion #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x reader

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stingslikeabee · 1 year

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happy new year and 2022′s follow forever!

I feel I say this every year - but 2022 was the most challenging year for me thus far. From living entirely by myself in a foreign country while studying my ass off to surviving the most critical election that my country has faced since our (very young) re-democratization - it has been a lot. It has been exhausting, daunting and frightening for a myriad of reasons and yet this place (and you guys) have helped me survive it all.

New fandoms, new muses, new connections - 2022 introduced me to some lovely mutuals who have been more than roleplay partners; it solidified older friendships, as well! I couldn’t possibly go on and head into the new year without acknowledging some very special souls who made all the difference during these last months and to whom I credit part of my success of writing this with a smile on my face. :)

@sixthxchairman: YOU. YOU AMAZING HUMAN. I have no words to explain how much I love you and the immensely positive impact you’ve had on my life, Dawn. This time, last year, I was already in awe at how much I had grown to love and care for Daigo and all our plotting; one year later and we have a MULTIVERSE. You are responsible for rekindling my passion for a franchise to the point of picking up Akiyama, you have been the one person I couldn’t go a day without dropping by to say hello, you’ve kept me company during bleak hours and complicated times of my life and all I can say is a huge ‘thank you’. I love the fanart we commissioned, the gifts we exchanged, the movie night experience! It feels like I’ve known you forever and I cannot wait until we finally meet and fangirl in person. <3 Honestly, you’re incredible and I’m grateful for having you every day! A day without my daily Down dose (wohoo alliteration!) is not a happy one.

@cwarscars: Han, my love, the owner of the sexiest voice ever, the best doggo groomer in all of the UK - I am so happy to see you writing for my favorite villain of the FFVII franchise but also for being who you are. You just are so incredible kind, always willing to give everyone a chance and such a blessed brain with all these delightful ideas and well-rounded portrayals that I could go on for hours about. I am thrilled to remain your friend after 3 years, and it feels symbolic that we have returned to Heidegger and Melissa at the closing of 2022 since this is where it all started! I’ll never be able to thank you enough for all the love and support for my OC when she was still a FFVII side piece and giving her space to shine. You rock!

@5judgements: Chelsea - you have given me the GIFT of writing Melissa in one of my favorite verses, as well as allowing me to fully flesh her FFXII persona and build upon the lore of my favorite FF entry. I will never be over the fact you made me soft for all judge magisters (BUT BERGAN, NOT YOU BERGAN) and how much we’ve picked this game apart to make it our own. It’s been an incredible experience and you’re such a talented, amazing writer! I am constantly in awe of everything you do and making grabby hands at your other muses (even if they are not heavily armored, haha) because you are so compelling when writing them. I am very proud to know that my legacy to you is being remembered whenever Shakira’s ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ come on the radio. :D

@kansaisdragon: Atlas, sweetheart - please know I’ll forever cherish the fact we’ll be both going broke over Akiyama together; it’s fun to make bad decisions in good company! :D But also - I am so immensely grateful for the time, interest and incredible writing you have given me during these last months. You have singlehandedly transformed my opinion on Ryuji, amused me with your own take on Akiyama, then watched me struggle with Kuwana and swing like a pendulum where my thoughts about him are concerned. I’m also in awe of how clearly you get their voices - and I’m always happy to see you around. I hope there’s much more for us in 2023!

@iosonostanco: GABE, WE DID IT. WE FINALLY MET EACH OTHER. To think a mere DM over tumblr from 2016 would get us to actually see each other and have real life adventures! I’ll never be able to thank you enough for being such a great friend - online and offline, for all these years. I’m so grateful for all the memories we made and to have your bastard, little shithead of a son back (and I mean this VERY lovingly). It’s easy to forget we met through roleplay given everything we’ve done and talked about - just know that I appreciate you immensely and I hope I can return the gracious hosting you’ve offered me in France one day! :D

@svnsworn: Liiiiiight - you know, I feel I don’t say this very often, but you are incredible. You have always been a consistent source of talent and positivity in the dash, with a jaw-dropping range and always so welcoming and friendly towards every new fandom or experience. I am so happy we have never lost sight of each other since we found each other on the FFVII fandom and I’m incredibly excited to dive head first into the PtN addiction with you. :D I love you lots, you’re in my inner circle of precious moots and I know you say we’re all rockstars but you know what? I play the reverse card on this and call myself your dedicated groupie! :3 I’ll always follow you and your children, no matter how different our fandoms are - you just shine all the way.

@exboost & @healthkits: I’m tagging both these blogs because I want you to read this, Lance - BECAUSE YOU ARE AWESOME. From the first day we really got to talking thanks to my Judgment ramblings, you have been nothing but this super welcoming and cheerful person and listen - I can talk so much and so fast and to have someone not being intimidated by my words-per-minute average is a blessing. I love reading about your takes and opinions and I’m forever screaming at the fact you have welcomed my girl (and Akiyama!) with such open arms into your children’s lives. Besides - I love how we just click, culturally wise. We definitely are close siblings (or cousins) and I love to see it, really!

@gbrnth: Linda! I’ll say that first of all, I’m happy you found your way back here and that we got to trade discords because it’s been so good to chat and watch our kids make bad decisions! It’s like a trainwreck - but of the good kind. I love FFXII immensely and to have been accepted by you & your son with Melissa being her infuriating little self was so good and is so fun! I love that we got to write again and I’m sincerely hoping our work/professional endeavors never fully remove the time to indulge in this hobby of ours. Have a lovely 2023!

@marie-dufresne: Frenchie, I wanted to include you here and give you a shout out because... Girl, you’re such an inspiration. I know we took ages to follow each other but gosh I love how excited you are about Marie, how incredibly talented you are with your hobbies and to know I just have you & Marie as some sort of sister figure to myself & Melissa where allowing our daughters questionable taste in men is concerned (alas, irl you are VASTLY superior to me haha I wish I had your aptitude for so many artistic endeavors!). I have enjoyed reading about Marie and knowing more about her a ton, and I really hope to see more (as chaotic as things can be on your personal side of things with the new kid and everything). I hope you have a great 2023!

@famuran: Cadewyn, my beloved - please know that I’m eternally grateful for all the support you have offered me offline this year. I think very few people have been so outspoken and firmly congratulated me for leaving my country behind and embracing a life-changing move (literally!). You have cheered me up and encouraged me when I faltered and this is so precious to me. And of course - your son will never not be my favorite sky pirate. I’m always happy to see you gracing the dash with your talent and I hope you continue to do so in 2023! :3

@shinrasfirst: You know, Min - maybe I wouldn’t have met the deadline for the applications of my masters if it hadn’t been for you. XD For this - and all the lovely capybara shitposting and mutual support offered in this year, I THANK YOU. You are always a bright, kind and funny presence in my life and I hope it never changes. I’m also determined! To make it! To Viennna! WE ARE SO CLOSE (I mean not right now, but back in February we’ll shift to the same time zone again), I can’t let this chance escape. ;--; No matter where you go fandom wise, I’m sure you’ll rock it. You are epic. YOU ARE INCREDIBLE.

@ivory-paragon: After all these years and you did it. I might have lost your stuff for six months but you did it, you MADE ME SHIP THIS, JAMES. And with a very suitable creepy plot to explain everything and to use as the backdrop to my one-sided novels. ALL JOKES ASIDE - thank you for the good memories and joint plotting this year! :D You’ll never be free of me surging uninvited in your DMs, sir. As a fellow lawyer person, I know things are crazy and busy and I appreciate all the good vibes and positive thoughts you’ve sent my way with my move and everything - I’m hoping you’ll always have success (here and off tumblr, of course!).

@holyguardian & @rebelichor: Muddy, I just wanted to give your girls a shout out (as well as yourself!) because it’s always so good to read you having fun. I know we don’t always interact (but I’m getting there - I AM MAKING A DECENT VERSE OUTLINE FOR ARI) but I just love to see how much passion you have for these two, the range you can get while keeping them so true to their natures and just your overall happy self around. Real life can be hard, but you’ve always bounced back and I just feel that a dash with Muddy is a better dash. It feels like home to have you writing and creating next door, my follow Southern hemisphere friend. May 2023 treat you better! <3

#ooc!#follow forever #yeah I like these #and I did it again this year #please let me love y'all <3 #and a happy new year for us all!

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hyprmemes · 2 years

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the case study of vanitas starters - volume 2 - taken from HERE edit as you see fit!

mémoire 5: archiviste - fangs that reveal blood

from the way he died... we don't think it was suicide

easy on his own kind only at the very end... what a joke

that's fine, use me as much as you like

naturally, there's no need for us to be friends

if either of us causes trouble for the other, we'll just part ways

if we're done discussing the fiddly details, can we get down to business?

the letter had your name and a request that i assist you with everyday matters while you were here

is... is there some way to search my memories? if there is, please do it

that is something very wrong, if that catches me, i'm done for

mémoire 6: altus - other world

to think you had friends in the aristocracy... frankly, i'm astounded

you could take someone else, it doesn't have to be me

listen to me, you need to be aware that you're a dangerously innocent country bumpkin who's several different kinds of unfortunate

if it interests you, you'll follow anyone anywhere over anything, you're just a child!

have you forgotten how you wandered into the forest saying you'd found a rare bird and it took us four days to find you?!

that happened because my memories were temporarily confused and i forgot how to get home, i wasn't lost!

i'd say he's probably deceiving you, don't you think?

and you did grab my hand, so there's no problem

i haven't heard you beg like that in a while

mémoire 7: bal masqué - night of sneering masks

i didn't know what i'd do if you'd forgotten how to dance while you were off being a hermit

i wouldn’t forget, you drummed it into me mercilessly so i'd be able to dance with you

it's your fault for leaving me on my own so you can canoodle

i assumed you'd use those torture devices, i was all excited!

how dull, you didn't even flinch

i suggest you end this game as quickly as possible

i'll carve up your flesh right here

all you have to do is tremble with humiliation and let me save you

you object? is this uncalled for? what the hell do i care!?

i should have branded my own existence into your brains

mémoire 8: louis - sinking in a pool of blood

i grew angry and failed to make a calm decision

i couldn't be more ashamed of my own immaturity

if he dies here, you and i will both be in trouble

right now... you could say i don't care much what happens

i'd really rather you were the one to kill me

mémoire 9: réminiscence - friends

you're such a dummy, you actually believe what humans say?

i bet they kidnapped you and were just raising you until you were big enough to eat

i found materials about me in your collection room

don't give me that, you meant for me to find them

i simply want to observe the process and result of whatever your will leads you to do

you can't do a thing, not a single thing!

i was waiting for you to want something very badly

from the bottom of my heart, i thought it was abominable

the fact that, even in a situation like this, i was relieved to be alive, struck me as absolutely abominable

mémoire 10: salvatio - uncertainty

use those stakes, drive them right through my heart

i couldn't save you, i couldn't even kill you the way you wanted me to

i don't understand... what is 'salvation'?

#rp prompts #sentence starters #vnc rp #vnc sentence starters #inbox prompts #meme starters #rp memes #meme prompts #manga starters #the case study of vanitas rp

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atopearth · 2 years

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Ikemen Prince Part 7 - Luke Randolph Route

Honestly, I'm not really into Luke even though he seems the most "normal" nice because he's a commoner, but we'll see🧐 I think the good thing is that since Luke just came to the palace like a month ago, the heroine and him can study together, I think that would be cute. Lmao, I love how Jin taught the heroine the best way to lure Luke out was to make pastries with honey in it and just walk around the garden until he smells it and looks for it😂😂 LOL, I've always wondered why Luke was in Chevalier's faction, but to think that it was because the moment Luke came to the kingdom, Clavis bribed him with honey, so he joined them was such a silly thing to imagine🤣 Does Luke express affection by picking people up? Loll. Anyway, it was sweet how the heroine told Luke that she wanted him to be there with her during lessons because it makes her feel more comfortable, considering he's the only one she can really relax with after hanging out with him in the garden all the time haha. I guess it really helps when it's a reason that's "selfish" rather than a reason that's for the benefit of him.

Jin's approach in trying to get Luke to broaden his interests and find his own way to love this kingdom and in turn become the kind of Prince he would desire to be is interesting. It's true that Luke only cares about what he likes right now and cares for nothing else, so it would be nice for him to learn more about why everyone loves the kingdom and wants to protect this country so much, since even though Chevalier may be cold, he loves the country in his own way and I guess Luke lacks that. Lmaoo when Luke just casually told his past soldier buddies that he resigned because he became a prince and that they should bow down to him now😂 Honestly, even though Luke sounds really cold by saying he doesn't particularly like or dislike his soldier "friends", I kinda get it though, which is also why when I encounter people like the heroine who can so openly love many things and people, it makes me envious because I've never felt such strong passion for anything. It's cute how good of a brother Jin is to Luke and how Luke does seem to appreciate him. I think the problem I have with Luke is that he took on the role of being prince and enjoys the luxuries of his position but refuses to contribute to the kingdom. Obviously, Sariel was the one who got him to come with him to the palace, but unlike with the heroine, I'm pretty sure he asked Luke if he wanted to go with him and he said yes. However, he's not fulfilling his duties at all and I think that irks me lol. I agree with the heroine that it was nice that he saved her, but the fact that he only prioritised her well-being and nothing else is not okay, and it wasn't okay for him to force her to leave when she wanted to help people. I'm glad she went back to do what she wanted to do.

Okayyy, Luke's mother being raped by the king was not something I expected. The poor woman, and to think Luke looks exactly like the king too, what a nightmare for her. I feel so bad for her and Luke. I'm just glad that Luke had his sister beside him to acknowledge his existence. Dude, I know Luke is hurting but seriously. Aside from the fact that he's scaring the heroine by overpowering her with his strength, he's contradicting himself. He says that they shouldn't trust the princes including him because they all have the blood of the king and so they're all "beasts", but he already said he thinks that Jin is someone he can trust even though Jin is the same as them. The only difference between Jin and the others is that Jin bothers to try his best to understand and know every single one of his brothers. Anyway, I liked how the heroine got through to Luke to an extent, I can see why Luke really likes her. Well, his family being dead was expected, but does the letter mean that Luke intends to kill himself? Ohh...I didn't realise that the little girl Jin failed to save back in the day was actually Luke's little sister and that the grave next to hers was actually empty??? That was kinda random? Anyway, it felt like Luke didn't really hesitate to cut the heroine down if she got in his way, which was kinda unnerving tbh, glad Clavis was there but I'm sure Jin wouldn't have let her die instead of him. I still think Jin breaks my heart more because he was willing to set up everything to make sure Luke would be okay even after killing him. But I'm sure it's difficult for Luke since his sister was killed right in front of his eyes when he was so desperately trying to save her.

Honestly, I'm fine with Luke's personal hatred towards Jin because that's understandable, but the fact that he's aiding the anti-monarchy faction and colluding with Obsidian because he hates the royal family is not something I can really let go. Yeah, I know he doesn't care about the people like he said in the beginning, but even if he doesn't care, his total disregard for them and the whole kingdom disgusts me. The one who caused him to have a terrible life was the king, and the one who killed his sister was Jin and not the innocent people who are just trying to live their lives. Yeah, he probably doesn't have a choice anymore because he's in too deep and knows too much, but his selfishness shows how much he doesn't care for it at all. I think if the story wants me to understand Luke's feelings better, I would need to see more about his feelings and not just the ball of hatred he is right now. Anyway, Jin's memory of seeing the heroine feed Luke her freshly baked cookies and then Luke eating it and even licking her fingers omg was so cute, especially since he saw how Luke blushed after it. Man, when Luke was shooting bullets at her, I had to agree with Luke that he's not worth risking her life for. However, love is never about whether other people think it's worth it or not, only the person in the relationship can decide whether it is, and even if you think you're dumb for doing it, as long as it's something you want and think you'll have the least regrets over, then yeah it's "worth it" imo.

I don't particularly like Luke, but I have to admit that when he asked the heroine "are you giving my life meaning?", I couldn't help but feel for him. He's been shackled with the idea that he was always unneeded and that his sister is the precious gift everyone wanted, and that she relied on him and liked him, so when she died he lost the person he cherished most and her reassurance that he existed for something. I think it really breaks my heart that it's painful but I'm glad that he's found someone that cherishes him again. Welll...I didn't expect Luke to just disappear like that for a while so he can become someone worthy for the heroine and as a prince. Like sure that's great, but could he have not left a letter or a message to Jin and say something or anything to her??? Anyway, I think Luke's answer to what kind of prince he wants to be is very him as well. He's not someone who would suddenly care about others considering everything he's been through, but after all that he knows for sure that the heroine loves him and wants him to live in this world with her at any cost, so I totally understand why he would really want to be a prince that will protect her and everything she loves. I'm fine with that. Ohh okay, Luke did leave a letter for the heroine before he left, okay that's better then haha. Anyway, Luke's epilogue was definitely more of a gateway to Act 2 than an epilogue tbh, I think after all the drama, they deserved more fluff and happiness than what we ended up getting but oh well.

Overall, Luke was a pretty average route for me, nothing special and I'd say I disliked it more than I liked it tbh. I guess it was cute in the beginning when the heroine always tried to lure Luke out with food made of honey, and they are kinda cute, but I honestly don't see their bond really being as deep as the route wanted me to think it was. I did enjoy that it was different in the sense that unlike the other princes, Luke had no desire to be a proper prince, I didn't like how selfish he was, but it was also to an extent understandable after finding out his reasons. However, I did enjoy the heroine always trying her best to tell him her thoughts and try to get him to understand her perspective and the things he can live for rather than dwelling on death. I guess if I had to just sum it up in a sentence, Luke just didn't feel worth it to me lmao, I could see how he fell in love with the heroine and stuff but I couldn't see how much he really cherishes her as his partner and his lover other than the superficial and typical stuff where he'll protect her from now on blah blah. I feel like in the end, Luke didn't deliver in terms of having stuff in common with the heroine as a "commoner" before, and he's not prince-like even afterwards because he only lives to protect what the heroine wants to protect, which is fine, but he didn't captivate me as a character as much as I would have liked even though I did enjoy exploring his “selfishness” as a prince and as a character.

#ikemen prince

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alinaovcharenko · 2 years

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Introduction

In the Back to the Future movie Marty McFly and Doc Brown traveled to the future, which is already past for us. They saw those flying cars and flying hoverboards, strangely dressed people, and, of course, Nike shoes. Robert Zemeckis made a great movie but failed in trendspotting. I don’t want to repeat his mistakes when I will make something as big as his movie. (Just joking)

In fact, our present sometimes is far more interesting, fascinating, and even scarier than the future we can witness in old Si-Fi movies. We are not late. We are ahead of that time. Artificial intelligence that can predict the tolerance of chemotherapy drugs, social media algorithms that know you more than you know yourself, 3D printers that can make you new organs, and even the Internet itself seem more thrilling than a flying hoverboard.

I am taking Trendspotting in Digital Media course for both rational and emotional reasons. In my opinion, for modern professionals, it’s essential to know what technologies exist and what can be expected from the future. People who work in communications shape the future. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or bad, but how can you do something with the future if you never even think about what it can be? I don’t believe in horoscopes or fortune-telling; that is why I need something more rational based on data or facts. I want to know how to see the bigger picture of our present and our future. It's not about a specific technology but the world of technologies in general. Also, I am interested in the ethical standpoint of technologies. What is waiting for us? The Matrix future or something brighter in all senses?

I was born and raised in Ukraine. I spent my childhood on the outskirts of Kyiv. Back then, my neighborhood looked exactly like you can imagine if you think about something soviet — a metal children's playground with peeling paint, grey houses, and one supermaret known as universam. My mother did everything possible to keep me in a good school in a different part of the city. It took me one hour instead of 5 minutes to get there. Probably, I would not write this post if not my secondary education. Then for four years, I studied journalism at university. I worked as a journalist in digital media but quickly realized that it was not something I was ready to do even for another five years. I found a job in social media management, and for the last 2,5 years, I have been working in a non-profit organization as social media manager.

Before the war started, I had never left my country for more than two weeks. When I left my home, Ukraine, in March, it was a completely different country from what I remember as a child. Numerous modern ones replaced metal children's playgrounds. The new generation probably doesn't even know what the word universam means. Grey houses still exist. What can you do to them? But now, they are surrounded by restaurants, cafes, supermarkets, and gyms. More importantly, the atmosphere is entirely different from my childhood. We have our passports and driver's licenses inside one app and can open a bank account remotely in 5 minutes (or even less). I am happy that I use present tenses to describe my country. Despite the war, Ukraine is still developing.

Before February, I thought that I was not enough for something bigger than scheduling Facebook Ads, but now I call my thoughts about myself into question. Due to recent events, I don’t know what my future will be like, but I can spot the trend in my life. What I know precisely, for now, is that everything is possible, good or bad things. I am leaning towards something good. Maybe, even for the work in a leading ad agency. We’ll see.

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*Narratives and Rhetoric*

Throughout this essay, I will evaluate how Dr. King used ethos, pathos, and logos to establish a sense of community and show the influence he had on people while using strategic communication from his historic “I Have a Dream” speech. The artifact that I am using is a direct quote from King's speech where he uses rhetorical strategies such as repetition and symbolism through the use of the words “love” and “hatred.” He makes a connection between these two words and how they negatively and or positively affect our society. This artifact has a direct effect and correlation to his influence, credibility, and logic as a public figure and speaker.

It is important to start with some background because this was delivered at a much different time and it is crucial to know the date, setting, and other facts surrounding this speech. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.'s "I Have a Dream" speech, was delivered on August 28, 1963. It was a pivotal moment in American history and the Civil Rights Movement. King delivered this speech during the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom. His speech emphasized racial equality, justice, and unity. This inspired thousands of people and left a long-lasting impact on the nation. Dr. King gained a lot of popularity for standing up for his thoughts and ideology during the civil rights movement. When Dr. King spoke, you could feel a sense of community, inspiring people to stand up for what they believe and show their worth, liberties, and freedoms.

Dr. King wouldn’t be able to give such a historical speech without the study of public speeches. The history of public speech has been around for many centuries. It is said to have begun roughly 2,500 years ago during the time of the ancient Greeks. That is a pretty long time. A lot has changed since then and people have become very good with persuasion and other strategic communication tactics. “In a free society, it is persuasion that decides rules, determines behavior, and acts as the governing agent in human physical and mental activities. In every free society, individuals are continuously attempting to change the thoughts and/or actions of others. It is a fundamental concept of a free society” (Ridgewater 1). Digging into this quote, it is easy to see how your credibility, emotion, and logistics (ethos, pathos, and logos) all contribute a lot to the fundamentals of being a public speaker. Being a good public speaker is important because for one you are trying to persuade, appease, or tell the audience something that they want to hear. This is where pathos is present because you want them to feel the emotion. Second, you always want to know what you are talking about in whatever scenario the speech is being held. This is where ethos is present because ethos deals with the credibility of one. And lastly, you want to be logical. Logic or logos, is important because you want to sound trustworthy and you stand out to an audience when you sound educated. Now that ethos, pathos, and logos are thoroughly explained, we’ll examine how Dr. King uses these rhetorical devices to start a movement and break down the artifact that was chosen.

To begin, Dr. King establishes ethos in his speech early on when he talks about the Declaration of Independence and other historical documents which are authoritative because our country was built off of those beliefs and ideas that were written down. This gives him a sense of credibility because he knows his rights and liberties. Establishing that is good for the speaker and the audience because the more credible one sounds, the more people tend to listen, as I mentioned earlier. He seems to have established himself as the face of the civil rights movement because of all of his speeches that have created movements and peaceful protests. The popularity he gained off of his likeness and image shows his true character and his credibility as a speaker.

Next, Dr. King is seen using a lot of pathos throughout his speech, and will explain how it ties into my artifact. To evoke emotions, King utilizes strong, emotive words and phrases throughout his discourse. For instance, when he states, "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character," he appeals to the audience's sense of justice and fairness. This was a great example of appealing to your audience because you want them to feel what is coming out of your mouth on a personal level. “The news text consists of three parts: introduction, main part, and conclusion, while in the vein of elocution, the constructions reflect the appeal to pathos” (Talavaria 2). This quote came from a journalist who wrote about Ukraine President Zelensky's speech to his country. Talavaria stated how the president started his introduction of his speech with pathos. She also states he did it because of “basic needs for belongingness and security and depicting feelings of pity and support” (Talavaria 2). This goes to show how the start of your speech can change the tide of your whole speech. Starting with pathos as King did, helped guide and persuade the audience to personally connect with the things he was saying about society.

Lastly, Dr. King used a lot of logos throughout his speech. He talked a lot about historical events and how they have impacted society. He appeals to the audience's sense of history and legality and he emphasizes the injustice of segregation. He primarily targeted how African Americans have fallen victim to discrimination, especially in the education, housing, and unemployment fields. These are all examples that he highlighted that tie in with economic disparity, which he brought up multiple times throughout the speech. By doing this, he builds a sense of community within the speech because the audience is going through the same struggles he is going through.

After observing how Dr. King used ethos, pathos, and logos in his speech, let us turn to the artifact and the significance the quote has. “Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it” (I Have a Dream- MLK). This quote holds a lot of under-the-surface ideology. He emphasizes how hatred and love are complete opposites and how each word holds so many different meanings. Dr. King was well known for his inclusion and willingness to unite people. Love was a word he tossed out into the audience a lot because, at the end of the day, love is what eliminates hatred. Within their quote, there is a lot of pathos which appeals to our emotions. Hatred and love are both emotions and each has different tolls on your body. The way Dr. King uses this quote is rhetorical for a few reasons. One is symbolism. If we observe closely we can even associate the word hatred with white people and love with African Americans. It is a hidden message because in the first line if you look at it like “White people paralyzed African Americans” and so on. Dr. King uses symbolism here to show that the way his people are getting treated by these white people is unacceptable and that “hatred darkens life,” which it did for them back then. Looking at it that way brings you into a whole new perspective because you would have to think to unbox what he is truly trying to say without saying it aloud. Another one would be repetition. Using love and hatred multiple times focuses the audience in on words that are said multiple times. It is a rhetorical strategy to get your point across by using certain words that the audience can connect with. This quote holds a lot of meaning also because you can see through his pathos here. It is not in any way a happy quote and it is easy to tell through the words he uses. He did that on purpose. He is feeling that way so he wants his audience to acquire that feeling too.

Work Cited

MVIIIS1: History of Public Speaking. (n.d.). Introtocommopensource.ridgewater.edu. http://introtocommopensource.ridgewater.edu/ModuleVIII/ModVIIISect1.html ‌Talavira, N. (2022). ОПОСЕРЕДКОВАНЕ ПЕРЕКОНАННЯ ПРИ ВИСВІТЛЕННІ ПУБЛІЧНОГО ВИСТУПУ У НОВИНАХ: ЕТОС, ПАФОС ЧИ ЛОГОС? Bulletin of Taras Shevchenko National University of Kyiv. Literary Studies. Linguistics. Folklore Studies, 1(31), 81–84. https://philology-journal.com/index.php/journal/article/view/64

Henton, L. (2022, January 15). What Martin Luther King Jr. Said About Systemic Racism. Texas A&M Today. https://today.tamu.edu/2022/01/15/what-martin-luther-king-jr-said-about-systemic-racism/

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jerramatiq · 9 months

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A final goodbye

I don’t know how much time I have left with the people I know in my country, assuming I do leave.

I opened up to Yackie about why I studied my career: self-affirmation is my official reason, to find I have value as a human being, to be worthy.

If I’m not useful what value do I have?.

She cunningly deduced I did it to gain approval and she’s only half-wrong. I do it to be worthy of love, not to a crowd, but to the people I consider worthy and whom I love; she’s one of them.

One-sided is how I would describe our relationship since I’ve learned not to put a blindfold and see things as they are, not as I would wish them to be. I now know I cared more about her than she cared about me, leaving and not seeing her ever again would hurt me more than her and that’s okay. It must be said that sometimes I would tease beyond her tolerance or not show love, but this is because I know for a fact that she does not feel the same way about me, and this is the way I keep my distance. I’m no longer in love with her, too many times I have been and I’ve only ever been hurt (not by her directly mind you).

Changing the way I see things really made a difference, instead of trying to find someone else or try again to have a relationship with her, being grateful for an experience and what it taught me. It is not a a lifted veil, it is a constant practice that eventually makes you forget about how you felt.

Next time I’ll do better, I’ll be better, I know I have it in me to know myself enough to not be dependent on her or others. To be myself so much and so intensely that what surrounds me will not matter.

It must also be said that everytime she’s had a different boyfriend I’ve felt some kind of nostalgia for something that will not happen, what kind of life would we have together if we felt the same, if we had been committed to build one together?

No longer, I know it will not happen, we had our chance, it was nice while it lasted.

I will continue on by myself.

It may sound a bit arrogant but I’m kinda sad you’re not gonna witness my life, your gonna miss it, it’s not going to be perfect but it’s mine and I know I’ll punch as hard as I can every step of the way whilst having fun with family and friends.

And I’m also kind of sad that I will not witness yours, your trials, tribulations, the good and the bad, I’m sure your grand-mom, whom you’ve said you miss, would be very proud of you.

I’m fairly certain we will both find a way to be happy. I now know happiness is not found, be it in a place or a person, it is a way to look at things, a perspective.

I can say this: you have been a good friend.

God bless you, Yackeline, I’ve learned a lot from you and I hope you have learned from me too.

I will recite that last line to you when I think we’ll have our last meeting. Though I hope we can go to each other’s wedding or see each other and friends from time to time even if it’s far away hahaha.

Goodbye.

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Fettuccini Alfredo

Kai Parker x Reader

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Written for @auroracalisto‘s Halloween challenge and also INCREDIBLY late! Oh well.

Fandom: The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Prompt: “Who’s there?” “Not me.”

Summary: Y/N was in love with and happily dating Kai Parker before everything went South. Things were looking up after he merged with Luke Parker, but it quickly went downhill after Bonnie trapped him in the 1903 prison world. It ended when Damon killed him, and Y/N's been trying to cope ever since. They've finally moved on and started a new life, far away from all the vampire drama, but all that might be upset when Y/N finds someone in their apartment who's not supposed to be there.

Word Count: 2,062

Category: Fluff, maybe a little bit of angst? Not really I don’t think...

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"I'm gonna lose my mind before the end of the semester. I just know I am," I said, shaking my head as I put away my laptop and notebooks. My friends and I had been studying in the student union building for the past three hours, and my brain had started to melt around hour two.

"At least that way you'd get to take a leave of absence or something without guilt," muttered one of my friends. We all muttered our exhausted agreement as we started heading home.

"Maybe one of our professors will take pity on us and cancel a test or something," suggested one of my friends. I could tell even she didn't hold out hope for what she was saying, but she said it anyway.

"All we can do is hope," I sighed. "And at least in another few weeks we'll be done with all this nonsense, one way or another."

My friends nodded solemnly as we got out into the brisk night air. We said our exhausted goodbyes and went our separate ways, and I tried to focus on taking deep breaths as I made my way back to my apartment. It had been a long semester, but despite all the tests and work, I was doing better than I had been in a long time.

Over the spring and summer, my former friends in Mystic Falls had killed my boyfriend, Kai Parker. He'd done plenty of terrible things, but there'd been a glimmer of hope for him that I'd been determined to capitalize on after he merged with his brother, Luke. That is, until Bonnie trapped him in a prison world with a bunch of killer heretics, and he came back angrier and more violent than ever.

He did horrible things, and the Mystic Falls gang did horrible things back until Damon killed him at the beginning of the summer.

I'd been devastated. I understood why my friends didn't like him, but he was different around me. I knew there was good in him, and that he was starting to come around. But of course, he never got the chance.

It took me some time to come to terms with the fact that I'd never see Kai again. It still sucked to think about, and even with my busy schedule, he slipped into my thoughts more often than not. But one good thing had come out of the heartbreak: I'd finally decided to move away from Mystic Falls. I ended up in school in the middle of the country, away from all the painful memories, drama, and danger, and I'd almost never been happier.

The only thing that could've made it better was Kai.

I trudged up the stairs to my apartment, incredibly tempted to just pass out in one of the arm chairs in the lobby. Somehow, I resisted the temptation. I managed to make it to my floor, then staggered down the hallway to my door. All I wanted to do was pass out and forget all about the final projects, tests, and papers hovering on my horizon.

I reached into my pocket to pull out my keys, but froze on the spot when I realized my door was already open. It was cracked just slightly, and when I listened, I could hear some noises coming from inside.

Instantly, all thoughts of school disappeared from my mind. I set down my school bag and dug through it to find the stake that I always carried with me.

Just because I left Mystic Falls doesn't mean Mystic Falls left me.

I carefully pushed my door open the rest of the way, then tiptoed inside. As I got closer, I could tell the noises were coming from the kitchen, so I slowly but surely headed that way. I got within a few steps of the doorway when I heard a pot clatter.

"Dammit!" came a voice from the kitchen. I could smell something cooking, like pasta, and the sound of that swearing was hauntingly familiar.

I took up position just outside the doorway of the kitchen, clutching the stake close and getting ready to strike. I took a deep breath, then called out.

"Who's there?"

More pots clattered as the person in my kitchen jumped, then responded.

"Not me."

I froze, trying to process what I'd just heard. It was only two words (three if you counted the curse word), but I could swear I recognized that voice.

It sounded exactly like Kai.

After taking a beat to catch my breath, I swung around the corner. I knew it might not be the smartest move, but I couldn't help it. I had to know. I had to see for myself.

As soon as I made it to the kitchen, I froze. The stake slipped out of my hand and clattered to the ground, but I didn't even notice. Somehow, I was staring at the one and only Kai Parker, standing in the middle of my kitchen (and making an absolute mess) despite being dead.

At the sound of the stake hitting the ground, Kai whirled around to face me. He had a sheepish grin on his face, and most importantly, he looked wonderfully, amazingly alive.

"You weren't supposed to be home yet," he said. "I wanted to surprise you with dinner."

"I... you... Kai, how are you here?" I cried. Every bone in my body screamed at me to run to him, hold him tight, and never let him go, but I made myself pause. With everything that I'd seen and done, I couldn't just believe it so easily. I had to make sure it was really him.

Kai shrugged, still looking a little unsure of himself. "I caught a flight out of the first airport I could get to. Used a little magic to find out where you ended up. Used a little more magic to open your door."

"Kai."

"Alright, alright. Honestly, I'm not sure how I got here. One minute, my life was flashing before my eyes after Damon drove a stake through my heart. The next, I saw a bright light in front of me. It felt like you, calling me home. So I followed it. Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a shallow grave in Mystic Falls."

I just kept staring at him, waiting for more of an explanation, but it didn't come. After a few beats, Kai sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Y/N, I'm the most powerful heretic there is, but I don't know everything."

"What do you know? What can you tell me to prove to me it's really you?"

Kai looked shocked, like he hadn't even considered I'd ask that question. He paused and thought for a moment, then looked back at me with the same wolfish grin I'd come to love.

"I know that you've got a birthmark shaped like a bunny rabbit on your-"

"Alright alright! I get the point, you're for real!" I yelled, cutting him off. Kai just grinned at me, and as the heat slowly faded from my cheeks, I realized what his remark meant: he was for real.

Kai had actually come back to me.

My face broke into a grin, and I raced across the kitchen without a second thought. I tackled Kai at full-speed, wrapping him in the tightest hug I possibly could and burying my face in his neck. He caught me without faltering a step, putting that superstrength to use.

"I missed you too," Kai chuckled, wrapping his arms tighter around me.

Tears of happiness and relief made their way down my face as I lifted my head and kissed Kai square on the mouth. I trailed kisses over his lips, cheeks, and nose, smiling through the tears at the feeling of having Kai in my arms again.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, sweetheart. I'm right here, and I'm never going anywhere again," he said, rubbing circles on my back and trailing a hand through my hair.

"I missed you so much, Kai," I said, blinking up at him.

"I can tell." He grinned, but it quickly faded as he took in my state again. "I promise, I'll never do this to you again. I'm never going to leave you again, not for anything."

"Wh... what about Damon? And the rest of the Mystic Falls gang?" I choked out. I hated to ask it, but I couldn't really relax until I did. I knew Kai. I knew how much he wanted to get revenge when someone wronged him. It's what escalated everything so terribly the last time in Mystic Falls.

"What about them?" he asked. I could tell he was trying to make light of the situation, but I wasn't having it. I just kept staring at him until he sighed and sobered up. "You don't have to worry about that, Y/N. I'm not doing anything about them. None of them even know I'm alive."

I raised an eyebrow, and Kai continued.

"Look, I'm not going to pretend the thought never crossed my mind. They killed me. I wanted revenge. I thought about everything I could do to them to make them pay, especially as I was digging myself out of that shallow grave. Oh baby, did I get creative."

He smiled to himself, and I frowned. His speech so far was certainly not making me more confident in anything.

"But, but, then I thought about you," he said, clearly reading the expression on my face. "And I thought about... about how much you mean to me. And... honestly, I still don't understand it myself... I walked away. I realized I wanted to be with you... more than I wanted to kill them. Is that weird?"

Just like that, I was crying again.

"No Kai. It's not weird. It's wonderful." I leaned up on my toes and kissed him, lingering a lot longer this time. He hummed and pulled me tighter to him, then deepened the kiss. I ran my hands through his hair and he moaned, but after a minute, I made myself pull away.

"Come on, sweetheart. What'd you do that for?" he muttered, nuzzling into my neck and starting to kiss up and down it.

"Kai, as much as I want to continue this, you're gonna burn my apartment down if we don't deal with the mess on the stove," I said, gently pushing him off me. He stepped back, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I thought it'd be nice to make you dinner to surprise you. It seemed like the kind of thing the guy always does in those romcoms you showed me."

I smiled. "You're better than any of those guys, Kai, I promise. And believe me, you definitely surprised me, even without a nice, fancy dinner."

He smiled and kissed me again, then pulled away and stepped back to give me a clear path to the stove. I quickly took the pot off the heat and turned off the burner.

"What were you even trying to make?" I teased. Kai huffed and elbowed me playfully.

"Fettuccini alfredo. Your favorite," he said.

"I love you, and it's so sweet of you to try, but this is not fettuccini alfredo." I paused, moving around to grab some new noodles from the cabinet. "Don't you have magic or something you could use to make pasta?"

"Yeah, but it didn't seem as romantic."

I smiled and turned back to Kai, taking a moment to appreciate that he was really here and back with me. I kissed him, then took his hand and turned back to the stove.

"Don't worry. Now that you're back, we have all the time in the world to make fettuccini alfredo and anything else we want to do."

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co-reborn · 3 years

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Obedience (2)

Mina x Male Reader

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A/N: Thanks to @worldsover for reviewing and editing this piece

Streaks of sunlight shone on the walls. The weight on your chest, Mina, looked at you with sleepy eyes, her luscious thighs peeked out from under the sheets. Barely awake, you noticed the discarded and torn uniform by the corner of the room.

“Good morning babe.”

“Ohayō.”

“Let’s get that new uniform today. A smaller one.”

“I don’t think we have the time for that today.”

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Days passed and you still had not found time to buy the uniform. Weeks followed and it completely slipped your minds.

Until one day, you found yourselves standing outside the uniform store with her. Separated by a glass panel were several mannequins of boys and girls, showcasing the variety of uniforms from the different schools across the city. A smile crept on your face when you thought of your wife wearing one of these weeks ago.

Mina eagerly pulled you into the store. The store was neat and tidy, racks of shirts, pants, and skirts laid perfectly across the small store space. You waved at the store attendant. “Excuse me, we are looking for the girls' uniform for Tdoong School.”

“Welcome, come this way, please. So Tdoong School huh?” It seemed like you were at the wrong section of the store and the store attendant just had to make small talk.

“Yep, the best of the best. We don’t want our daughter to get anything less.” You wrapped your arm around Mina’s shoulder and gave a soft pat. Mina did go to the best school in the country, though it has been years, and she was even the star student, a fact that you were proud of.

“Y’know, my daughter studies there as well. What class is yours in?”

Oh shit. You froze. “Well, we umm… don’t know yet.” You looked at Mina with hesitation. “The letter of approval for the transfer just came in the mailbox today and we were so excited that we came in to get the new uniforms.”

“Speaking of which, here we are.” The talkative worker looked around but found no child in sight. “Is your daughter around to try it on?”

There was no daughter to begin with, but luckily your intelligent wife had an answer ready. “Our Mi-tang went out with her friends today.” She gave you a sneaky look. “But we know she’s an S size.”

“And also, our baby has a tendency to tear her clothes so could we get two sets please?”

“Alright, two S size Tdoong School uniforms.” The employee grabbed them off the racks. “I’ll get them packed and ready for your daughter to wear.”

You gave a sly smile. “We’ll definitely get her to try it out when she returns home.”

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That daughter never appeared of course. Instead, after you cleaned the dinner plates, a new meal stepped out of the bedroom into the hallway: Mina with the new uniform. It's exactly as tiny as you expected. The dress shirt was tighter than the last—Her tits pushed together, the top couple of buttons wouldn't fasten properly, and the cotton hugged her skin so closely that you could see the points of her nipples. She tried pulling down the skirt while walking out, her ass cheeks visible from the front. Few skirts were capable of hiding her ass, and she refused to wear those skirts unless necessary.

Your jaw dropped. “I told you an S size will be sexier.” You gestured for her to come over to the dining room. “I love how tight it is on your curvy body. Your cleavage looks even better in this shirt. Bend over for me, bend over and show your teacher your tits.”

Her hands crept onto the cherry wood dining table, and she lowered deeper and deeper to flaunt the full shape of her body. Mina squinted and gave a sultry lick of her lips as she reached for the uniform's neck to pull it open. She stroked her collarbone, throwing her head back. “What do you want to do to me, sir?”

With no time wasted, you pulled her around the table, into your chest then you dove into her neck. Under her skirt, you discovered the raw, smooth texture of her pussy lips. After a few deep sucks on her sensitive creamy skin, you mumbled into her neck, “Why aren’t you wearing any underwear to school? Should I punish you for public indecency? You want other students to stare at your tits and ass all day?” You spread her butt cheeks further apart to press a finger against her asshole.

“N-No. Not other students, ugh right there, only you sir. I’m yours.” Kisses moved up higher until you found her eager lips waiting for yours and her tongue sticking out, inviting you to suck on it. Meanwhile, Mina unbuttoned and partially removed the shirt, just the way you liked it. She didn’t want you tearing it again even though you had a spare set.

Your lips disconnected for a brief moment. “Can I get your ass tonight, baby?” you whispered.

“Please.” Her voice was just as soft and her eyes glistened with anticipation.

“Then be a good obedient girl.” You pushed Mina against a wall while your hands headed towards her tits. Enclosed in the tight uniform, they looked splendid. Her breasts were a respectable size and when pushed together by the shirt, a deep cleavage was formed. Now that the uniform was opened, her perfect tits peeked from between the flaps of white fabric. With every little movement, a slight shiver from the pleasure coursing through her body, or a deep breath whenever you touched her, Mina’s tits shook. You took the shirt off her shoulders, the unobstructed view enticing you to devour them.

While your right hand fondled her left tit, you sucked her right nipple. They had gotten hard from arousal but more than that, anticipation from your every touch. Sucking her tit wasn’t enough, you nuzzled the flesh and licked its underside, the small valley of flesh between both mounds, anywhere your mouth could access. “Oh fuck sir, you love my boobs?”

“Mmhmm.” An answer was not necessary, but you provided one anyway.

Mina held onto your neck and tried pressing you harder into her chest. Without looking, you grabbed both of her arms and pushed them up against the wall. She fully surrendered herself to you.

You moved over to the neglected left tit, repeating your mouth’s suction with it. Mina shifted her thighs and rubbed them together in an attempt to increase her stimulation. Satisfied with her chest, you bent lower to lick her abs. She worked hard for those, and you loved how they look whenever she wore crop tops and of course, when she was naked.

On your knees, you buried yourself under her short skirt and felt up her thick thighs. Her juices were freely flowing down them. Spreading them apart, you found your main target. A deep and long lick almost made her legs give way. “Do you let other teachers get under your skirt, allow them to taste you?” you teased, softly blowing onto the soft wet lips.

Mina could only try to grasp onto the flat wall above her head, her arms stuck even without you pinning them. “N-No, I’m your good student, all yours.”

Briefly, you dipped your tongue into her. “Tell me what you love about me.”

“You are caring.”

For a little more care, you gave her pussy another quick lick.

“Oh gosh, you are concerned about your students.”

When you lapped at her again, there were more juices.

“You look hot when you, fuck, when you concentrate.”

Another taste. Another slurp.

“God, your tongue’s so good.” Slurp. “Y-Your dick tastes good.” Slurp. Slurp. “You fuck me so good, I love your dick in me.”

You shoved your tongue into Mina’s pussy as much as possible, feeling the silky texture on your tongue, but then you also found her swollen clit. Though you started with gentle rubs, you progressed to harder ones and even pinched it.

Mina tried her best to keep quiet, eyes closed, and her hand over her mouth yet that didn’t help muffle her screams when you tweaked her clit between your lips. If you did not support her body, she would have collapsed into a pile of jelly because every part of her body shut down to focus on the euphoric feeling coming from her pussy.

She grinded herself against your mouth, begging you to push her to her orgasm. “Sir, oh sir, I’m going to cum.”

You momentarily left the confines of her skirt and thighs so that you could flip Mina around and have her ass exposed to you. It was always so delectable, you could hold on to those cheeks for days and leave your face stuffed between them just as you currently did.

You continued to rub your face over every inch, kissed and worshipped her ass. You rarely licked her asshole, but whenever you did, it sent shivers up Mina’s spine. She slumped forward and supported herself against the wall while you added your fingers into the mix, pumping them into her quivering pussy again.

She was already close. The new stimulation that came from her asshole drove her body crazy and it sent her into her first orgasm of the night. As Mina steadied herself against the wall, you stood back up, then hugged her from behind and planted kisses on her cheek.

“You alright?” No answers, just Mina grinding back to find your bulge. She turned around, hooking a leg around your waist to continue grinding you.

“Let’s go to your office, sir.”

Mina held your hand and walked backward, all while staring at you with seductive eyes and licking her lips. Since the last “meeting”, she was looking forward to the next time she would don her alma mater’s uniform. Upon reaching your bedroom, Mina pushed you to the wall while she stood by the foot of the bed.

She made a show of tempting you. Her tongue darted out to lick her finger which traced down her neck and onto her tits, lightly going over her nipples before giving each one a hard pinch. She flipped the shirt off her shoulders, pushed her chest out even further, then threw it aside, and you stripped your shirt off to match her state of undress.

Her finger dipped to the hem of her short skirt, gradually lifting her skirt up to give you a much clearer view of her dripping pussy. After she turned around, Mina bent over the bed, wiggling her butt while she unzipped the skirt and let it fall down her thick thighs. The tightness inside your pants grew so unbearable that you almost ripped them off, your underwear too. Now, both of you were finally stark naked.

For a few seconds, you stood apart from each other, pleasuring yourselves as the tension and your needs grew. Your breaths grew louder, and you wanted Mina badly, as much as she wanted you.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot Mina.”

You didn’t want to waste any more time waiting for her to give in. You carried Mina by her waist and moved her up the bed. Pressed against her pussy, you didn’t hesitate to slip into her.

She let out deep moans between words, for each inch you delved inside. “Fuck babe, oh your dick feels so good, I thought you, oh, you wanted my ass tonight?”

“Babe? Is this, fuck, what the top student should be addressing her teachers?” You slowly moved your hips, forcefully thrusting into the depths of her pussy.

“No sir. I’m sorry sir. Oh, keep fucking me.”

Of course you would, Mina was a lovely wife with a lovely body. Thrust after thrust, you tried your hardest to keep your eyes fixed on Mina. However, with every squeeze of her pussy around your cock, every slap of her ass against your hips, every backward grind she made against your crotch, you couldn’t not shut your eyes.

The same could be said for Mina. All she could think about was your cock. She didn’t realize how loud she was moaning, neither did you, and she would surely regret it by the time she woke up tomorrow. Her body reacted instinctively to your pounding, body arching beautifully and her pussy dripping and slowly staining the sheets.

For just a moment, you bent over to grab Mina’s arms and pull them back. You absolutely loved how she had to rely on you to avoid falling face flat. “What a slutty student. You wish the whole school could see you like this, don’t you? Taking your teacher’s cock so well.”

You couldn’t make out what she said beyond the gasps and moans, but you felt her clench even more around you. She was going to cum soon—your dirty talk wasn’t making things easier for her—but you couldn’t have that, not when you weren’t on the main course yet.

Only a few more thrusts, then you let go of her arm and withdrew your shaft. Mina’s whine would have been cute if not for the fact that she was begging for cock.

You got off the bed to search for the lube stored in the bedside drawer while Mina turned around to face you. She pushed her tits together with her arms and jiggled her chest to you. “What are you doing sir? Don’t leave your slutty student alone.”

Thank goodness you found the lube by then. After you handed the bottle to Mina, you ordered her, “Get my cock ready for your ass.”

She squeezed a generous amount onto her hands and began spreading it all over your shaft. Starting with the lower portions of your shaft, she gently held it up while she stooped and sucked whatever portion of your shaft that was unlubed. As she continued moving with upwards strokes, her lips climbed higher on your length.

The loud sounds of suction were beautifully disgusting, completely contrasting what a perfect student Mina was. The loud pop she made when releasing your tip was sexy, and it meant that you were almost all lubed up and ready to take her ass.

She got more lube onto her hands, stroking you and giving an expert handjob. Her thumb rolled over your tip, her hands rotating in opposite directions, her grip alternating between squeezing and loosening. All these made you impatient and you both knew it.

Still maintaining her skillful strokes, Mina moved upwards to straddle you. She ran her hands with whatever lube left on it onto her ass and proceeded to position your slick shaft right between her cheeks. Mina grinded on your aching shaft to transfer some lube onto herself.

“You ready sir? You ready to take this naughty student’s ass?” Mina lifted herself up, holding onto the headrest behind you. With a hand holding your shaft and pressing against the puckered hole and the other spreading her cheeks apart, Mina lowered herself onto you.

You caught her wincing as more and more of your cock penetrated her. While your face must have contorted similarly with the tightness of the ring halfway down your shaft, there had to be some pain for her. “You alright babe? Want to slow things down a little?”

But she kept dropping herself anyway. “Oh god, it’s okay. It’s just that, mmm, it’s been a while since I had your cock in my ass.” After some time, she had finally made it all the way down, your cock buried deep inside her.

Finally opening her eyes again, Mina was ready and got to work riding you. With your shoulders as support, she pulled herself off your cock up to the top and then proceeded to slam herself back on your lap.

Every time she choked your dick then let it breathe, you felt heaven approach. Your groans were nothing compared to Mina’s cries of pleasure but they were silenced when she captured your lips. You kissed her with great fervor, keeping up with her rhythm of lust. While making out with you, she couldn’t ride you with the same vigor, so you took it upon yourself to thrust upwards, making her moan into your mouth.

You left for a breath of air and you would love to continue kissing her, but it was preventing her from riding you to her best ability. A grip on her waist and a slight push got her to fall on her back. Your exit from her ass made her even more upset and she tried to hold you back by wrapping her legs around you. It was a fruitless attempt however because you knew exactly what you wanted to do to her.

Mina was flipped onto her hands and knees, then she raised her ass upwards, giving you a much closer view of her gaping hole. It begged not to be empty as it crinkled and throbbed so at its mercy you pushed her back down and re-entered her.

Mina was perfectly positioned, right by the mirror, to allow you both to see her body rocking in tandem with your thrusts. Her eyes were rolled back, tongue sticking out, as she relished in the pleasure shooting up her spine. You snaked a hand to her tit and got her upright. Now both of you were on your knees, and your proximity to her ears allowed you to whisper directly to her.

“You’re such a perfect girl. A perfect student in class with good grades, but a perfect slut for me with your tight pussy and ass. Look at yourself taking my cock so well.” You reached down to finger her, both your hands working all over Mina’s body. When you brushed over her clit, she twitched in your hands, nerves firing off rapidly.

“Oh, fuck me, make your slutty student cum sir. I’m going to cum sir.”

You were close as well and you wanted to finish with her. “Cum for me Mina. Cum for me and I’ll fill your ass with cum.”

You used whatever strength you had left and put it into the last few thrusts. Mina’s ass was clenching hard around you and threatening to push you across the edge. You pinched her nipples repeatedly and buried three fingers into her snatch, ferociously pumping them in and out.

That was the last straw for both of you. Your senses didn’t function for a moment, because your brain only focused on pouring spurts of cum out of your dick and into your wife’s ass. Your mind slowed down then, and it made these short seconds of orgasm feel like hours. Mina felt the same since her body grew limp except for her holes which mindlessly squeezed your cock and fingers to feel even fuller. She drenched your fingers with her essence while you painted her ass white.

The both of you lied down on bed for some time, cuddled, and recovered from the intense session. Gathering enough strength to carry Mina, you brought her for a joint shower so that you could clean yourselves up before heading to bed.

“Thanks again for fulfilling my role-play fantasy babe.”

“Anything for you my love.”

Holding her in your arms, you found comfort in each other’s warmth before you fell asleep.

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outercrasis · 3 years

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Maybe It’s A Sign

Pairing: Modern!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 9.3k+

Warnings: alcohol, implied age difference, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering, p-in-v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming

Summary: You and Mando have been driving across America together for months. You're happy to be with him but part of you longs for something more.

A/N: I don’t really know the time period for this, probably like anything pre-2010s. There’s no use of y/n and let me know if I missed a warning :)

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The breeze from the open truck window is cool against your heated skin. It's your only relief as the sun beats down on you through the windshield, the busted A/C offering no help. You're headed down some freeway in the middle of nowhere America, riding shotgun in an old beat-up truck that's seen better days.

You've been keeping your eyes on the flat landscape surrounding you, watching as field after field passes you by. They really weren't joking when they'd named them the Great Plains. Music filters through the air, some classic rock song you've heard a thousand times before. You still hum along mindlessly, enjoying the small amount of entertainment.

Bored of the vast sameness outside your window, your eyes drift over to your companion, driver, and owner of the truck. Mando. You study him, finding him far more interesting than the fields outside.

His worn baseball cap has been pushed up, presumably from scratching his scalp underneath and not bothering to fix it. Soft brown curls peek out around the edges of the hat. He has his sunglasses on and his eyes are firmly fixed on the road ahead, as they should be. The patchy scruff along his jawline has grown out a bit from your recent days on the road and you can see a few gray hairs mixed in with his darker natural color.

He shrugged off his jacket earlier in the day, leaving him in a worn gray t-shirt that hugged his lean muscles all just right. His faded blue jeans are on and you wonder how he can stand to wear them in the oppressive summer heat. You gave into shorts days ago.

All in all, he was a far better sight than anything outside the truck. As you look him over, you muse how everything he owns seems to be worn in. His rusty truck, his old hat, his distressed clothes. They all carry a sense of being lived in, nothing new and shiny on him. Well, except for his jewelry. His silver necklace and rings always shine brightly, a dramatic contrast to the rest of him.

"Stop staring," Mando suddenly says, breaking you from your observation of him. You're a little embarrassed to have been caught, but you aren't going to let him know that.

"Why? Nothin' else to look at around here."

That rewards you with a chuckle. At least he isn't irritated by your staring then.

"Don't you have a book or something?"

You look over at the book you had thrown on the dashboard. A used copy of Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger that you picked up a couple states back. You aren't sure you like Holden, but it's a good read at least. "Yeah, but I can't read it for long before I start feeling sick. So I guess I'll just have to look at you instead."

"Sure that I won't make you sick?" Mando teases.

You smile. He's in a good mood today. There are days where conversation with him is like pulling teeth, but it makes days like today all the more worth it.

"Nah, you aren't so hard on the eyes." You say it cool and casual, genuine but not needy. As though you don't often think of his looks when you have the time and privacy to satisfy your needs.

Mando shakes his head slightly but you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Sure, sweetheart."

He never seems to believe you when you compliment his appearance. It breaks your heart a little. Sure, he has some years on you, but you aren't blind. You know a good-looking man when you see one and Mando? He was it. If the man wasn't oblivious, he'd notice the looks plenty of women and some men throw him when he strolls into town.

Not sure of what to say next, but not wanting the conversation to end, you take to a habit that's been slowly forming over your months with him. It had begun out of boredom one day, but continued due to a desperate urge to learn anything and everything your mysterious companion will tell you about himself.

"When's your birthday?"

Mando isn't surprised anymore by your random questions. "May eighteenth."

Your eyes go wide at his answer. It was July now, meaning he'd let the day come and go without telling you. You had just assumed his birthday hadn't come around with you yet. "Mando! Why didn't you tell me? I would have at least said something if I had known."

He shrugs. "Birthdays aren't a big deal where I grew up."

"Were you raised Jehovah's Witness or something?" you ask.

"No, nothing like that." His fingers drum slightly on the steering wheel. You noticed a while ago that he did that when you got close to something he didn't want to talk about. His childhood always seems to be a touchy subject.

You want to know more, want to learn all of his secrets, but you don't want to jeopardize his good mood. Mando had shared bits and pieces of those more intimate details with you over your shared months with him, but always on his own time. His own terms. You won't push it now. Instead, you pivot to something more innocuous.

"If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?"

You're surprised when he barely takes any time to consider the question before answering. "Tacos."

You raise an eyebrow. "Tacos? I took you for more of a burger and fries kind of guy."

"Nothing compares to a good authentic taco from down by the border." He says it with such confidence that you can do nothing other than believe him.

"I wouldn't know," you say.

Mando cocks an eyebrow at you now. "We'll have to fix that then."

A warm flush runs through your body at his words. You know he isn't looking to get rid of you, but hearing him make plans for the future with you, no matter how tentative, makes you happier than you care to admit. Small promises that you know he'll make good on eventually given the time and opportunity.

"What about you?" he asks.

"Easy. A full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast. Doesn't matter how they're cooked or the specific options, you can't go wrong."

You stretch yourself out in the cab as you answer, throwing your feet up on the dash. Your eyes close for a moment and you miss the way Mando's eyes rake over your extended frame.

"You're never awake for breakfast," Mando comments. He's right. You enjoy your sleep and when left to your own devices you easily dream through breakfast hours.

"That doesn't matter," you retort. "Breakfast food isn't only good in the morning."

You continue that way for a while, gathering small bits of information about him and sharing your own in return. You learn that he prefers hot weather over the cold, soft pillows over firm ones, showers over baths, and most surprisingly that he has a soft spot for musicals. That fact had made you giggle, imagining Mando singing along to The Music of the Night. With all of his mystery, he wouldn't make for a bad Phantom you think.

As the afternoon wears on, you can feel yourself growing tired. Between the warmth of the sun, the lulling rumble of the truck, and the comfortable environment of the cab, you're fighting to keep your eyes open. Mando notices your struggle and reaches a hand out towards you.

You aren't really sure when this began, but you aren't complaining about it. Mando would hold your hand whenever you fell asleep in the truck, thumb gently rubbing against your skin. His hands were rough, callused from years of work, but they felt nice. They felt strong, comforting. In those moments nothing else in the world mattered. And if you thought about his hands later, touching places other than your hands, then that was your business and no one else’s.

You wake up a couple hours later, Mando calling your name to pull you from your sleep. The sun has moved down in the sky and you guess it’s somewhere close to five o’clock. You’d check the time on the radio, but Mando never seemed to bother keeping it right due to regularly changing time zones with all the cross country traveling.

You’re sitting outside of some 24 hour diner on a random roadside. Mando seems to be fond of these little dives, preferring them to any of the big chain restaurants you always pass. Fast food is the only exception to that rule and even that’s rare, these food stops often being one of few chances to stretch your legs when you’re on the road.

“What do you think? Do they have the best pie in America?” you joke, pointing at the sun-worn sign hanging below the restaurant’s name. You can’t count how many ‘best blank in America’ signs you’ve seen at this point. While you can’t credit their authenticity, it usually did mean there was something good waiting for you on the menu.

“I suppose we’ll have to be the judges of that,” Mando replies.

You tug on your socks and shoes that you pulled off earlier in the day and hop out of the truck. The easy conversation and warm nap have you in a great mood, one that makes you a little bolder than you might otherwise be. Walking into the diner, you grab onto Mando’s arm, smiling at him when he looks down at you in surprise. He doesn’t pull away from you though and your heart beats a little bit faster.

The diner has plenty of open seats and you seat yourselves, grabbing one of the booths. The stiff vinyl isn’t the most comfortable, but you can’t say you’re surprised. The place looks like it hasn’t been renovated in a decade. If the smell from the kitchen is anything to go off of though, the food will be just fine.

A waitress comes over to take your orders. She’s exactly what you would imagine a waitress to look like in a diner like this one. Slightly heavyset, a kind face, and a big smile to offer you. “Hi there, what can I get the two of you?” she asks.

“I’ll take a coke, ma’am,” Mando says. He seems oblivious to the flush on the waitress’s cheeks at his baritone.

“I’ll take a coke too.”

“I’ll be right back, folks.”

You reach over to grab a sticky menu from the end of the table. The stickiness grosses you out a little, but it really does add to the ambiance of the place. Your conversation from earlier drifting back into mind, you immediately look for the breakfast section. Perfect. Their ‘two eggs and more’ option is exactly what you were looking for.

The waitress returns with your drinks and takes your orders, Mando getting himself a burger and fries. You smirk at him, taking the wrapper off of your straw. “I thought you said you weren’t a burger and fries kind of guy?”

Mando watches as you carefully make a wrapper worm, dropping the smallest amount of soda on the paper to make it move. “I just said tacos were my favorite, never said I’m a guy who doesn’t enjoy a good burger and fries, sweetheart.”

“Fair enough,” you say with a shrug.

You fall into a comfortable silence together at the table. Silence isn’t an uncommon occurrence between the two of you. When you first joined Mando you talked all the time. Trying to fill up the empty space, feeling like if someone wasn’t talking then the situation was awkward. Slowly you learned though. The silence was never awkward until you made it that way and unless Mando had something to say, he’d stay quiet. He’s not incapable of conversation, he just doesn’t like to force it.

You softly hum a tune that’s been stuck in your head, looking out the diner window and enjoying the sunset. It’s a gorgeous one today, the sky looking like an oil painting with its gradient of colors. The flat plains allow for a good view of it too, only a small building in the distance blocking any part of the horizon. You kick yourself for not picking up that disposable camera at the gas station this morning. The photo would never do it justice, but at least that way you could have a small piece of the gorgeous sky to hold onto.

Plates being set down on the table brings you back down to earth. You happily dig into your meal, pleased to have been right about the quality of food here. Nothing could beat a good meal at a greasy diner. Mando seems to enjoy his burger as well, scarfing it down well before you finish your plate.

He always ate like that and you aren’t sure why. It’s as though he thinks if he doesn’t eat it fast enough then someone is going to come and steal it from him. Early on you’d tried to speed up your eating, feeling awkward every time he finished and was forced to wait on you. Now though, you don’t care. Mando rarely ever stops moving and a meal with you is a time you can be certain that he isn’t doing anything for once. You hope that eventually it might encourage him to actually enjoy his food as well, but that still seems a long way off.

Mando picks at his fries and sips at his coke while you finish up. The waitress comes by to refill the drinks, another flush on her cheeks when Mando thanks her. There must not be many attractive men who roll through here if a simple thanks has her blushing, you think. Poor lady, she seems quite nice.

“So, what’s the plan?” you ask Mando between bites of egg and toast.

“Plan?”

“Yes, plan. We’ve been driving west for two days now and you seem to have some destination in mind. So, what’s the plan?” What plan, of course Mando has a plan. He always does. Was it always well thought out or complete? No, but there is never a time where he doesn’t have some sort of plan, some idea of where he’s off to next. You’re the one without plans, content with travelling alongside him.

Before Mando can reply, the waitress returns to the table and clears his now empty plate. “Can we get a slice of your pie?” Mando asks.

“Of course, what flavor would you like?” she replies.

“Whatever flavor you think is best, ma’am.” That garners yet another blush on the waitress’s cheeks. Wow. Things must be really bad around here then. One good-looking customer shouldn’t have that big of an impact on anyone, much less a woman who’s clearly made this job her life’s work.

She leaves and you prompt Mando again. “So? Plan?”

“I’m going to meet someone tonight, pick up a new job. Then we’ll go from there,” he finally tells you.

You aren’t pleased by his half-cryptic half-telling answer. He’s always doing this to you, giving you answers but never quite the whole thing. You bet he already knows what the next job is, he’s just being coy about it for some ridiculous reason.

You decide not to push it and slide your plate over to Mando. There are some hash browns left and he won’t just ask for them despite the fact that you’re clearly done. He doesn’t say thanks, just picks up the fork and shovels them in. This by now is routine too so it doesn’t bother you, but it’s still odd. Mando is just weird about food.

He finishes the last of your meal and the waitress returns with the pie. “Blueberry, winner of the county festival five years running,” she tells you.

You grab a fork and dig in, suddenly finding the room in your stomach for dessert. Best pie in America might be a stretch, but you believe their claim to the best pie in the county. It’s delicious, eliciting a small but satisfied groan from you on the first bite. You go to take a second bite when you realize Mando hasn’t moved yet, he’s just watching you with an expression on his face that you can’t quite make out.

“Earth to Mando?” you say, waving your hand. “Try the pie, it’s delicious.”

He breaks from his stare and takes a piece of the pie. “‘S good,” he says around the mouthful.

You laugh at his terrible manners. “Gross, finish chewing before you talk.”

He doesn’t have a witty retort, but he gives you a grin that makes you feel like you’ve won a million dollars. It’s one of the ones that reaches his eyes, making them just shy of sparkling. Now you really wish you had bought that disposable camera.

Finishing the award-winning dessert, you and Mando go up to the counter to pay. He’s left a tip on the table, a sizable one in your opinion, but you aren’t going to say anything about it. Mando is always leaving big tips at places like these.

You take in the diner for one last moment, not paying attention to Mando’s conversation with the waitress until she says something that catches your ear.

“-shift ends in a half hour.” Did you hear that right? Was she really propositioning Mando right now? Christ, things must be downright desolate around here.

Your heart stops as you wait to hear Mando’s reply. He could easily accept. She’s an attractive woman with that classic middle America charm about her. Any other man would probably take her up on the offer. Would it shatter your heart into a million pieces if Mando did? Most likely. But do you have any right to feel that way? Most likely not.

Mando isn’t tied to you, at least not in that way, and he’s certainly still a man. You haven’t known him to chase after any women the whole time you’ve been with him, but surely he has needs and the waitress is beautiful and willing. You wouldn’t be able to fault him for it.

“I’m flattered, but the lady here and I need to be getting back on the road,” Mando says, slinging an arm around your shoulders. You do your best to keep your face neutral, not wanting to come off as rude while also trying not to make it obvious the way your heart swoops at Mando’s reply. You know he doesn’t mean anything serious by it, but the implication is still very much there.

Embarrassment washes over the poor woman’s face. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I just assumed…” she trails off, not finishing her thought. You want to feel bad for her, but you can’t help but feel sorry for yourself.

You have a good idea of what she assumed. You’ve heard a multitude of mistaken relationships by now between you and Mando. Everything from some kind of family relation, to something more perverted that’s assumed by greasy motel attendants who cast odd glances when you ask for a double instead of a single. It’s never any less uncomfortable.

Mando brushes it off. “It’s fine ma’am, no harm, no foul.” The waitress doesn’t blush at his words anymore.

Bill paid, you and Mando leave the diner. His arm leaves you and you climb back into the truck. The radio flickers back to life and neither of you speak. You wish you could know what’s going on inside of his head. Probably just thinking about the next job. That seems like him, always focused on what’s coming next.

You can’t help but be consumed with thoughts of him. Situations like the one with the waitress always left you distracted. There’s no real way to describe your relationship with Mando. You had helped him with a deal and he had helped you with a way out of your one-horse town. Originally neither of you planned on staying together for this long, but at some point Mando stopped asking you where you wanted to go and you stopped asking if he was going to leave.

You’re comfortable around each other, content to drive across America while Mando picks up job after job. At some point your feelings deepened for him, you aren’t exactly sure when, but now you can’t imagine leaving Mando. It’s no longer just about the adventure of it for you. It’s something more, a deeper tie than you’ve ever had to anyone. However, you have no idea if he feels the same way and you don’t intend to find out. Better to love your mystery man from afar then reveal yourself and get left in the dust.

Fifteen minutes into the drive, Mando reaches over and turns down the radio. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there.”

You’re a bit surprised to hear an apology. After all, he had nothing to really apologize for. The waitress had come onto him, not the other way around. You know Mando isn’t the type to flat out refuse and insult someone like that. What he had done was… fine. You had hardly even considered it.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Mando,” you tell him. “If anything she did, propositioning you like that.”

A small, relieved smile works its way across his face. “It was quite bold.”

That makes you laugh. “I’m not surprised, she was sizing you up since we walked in.”

“She was not,” Mando argues.

You shift in your seat to face him. “Are you kidding? You really didn’t notice her blushing every time you spoke to her?” If Mando was this oblivious maybe you didn’t need to worry about him catching onto you.

“Now you’re just lying, sweetheart.”

“Am not. You just don’t pay attention.”

Mando rolls his eyes and turns the radio back up. He mumbles something but you can’t make it out. You let it slide and allow yourself to relax. Your hand falls to the center of the bench seat as you look out the window. The stars are coming out now, another gorgeous sight in the vast expanse of the sky. So far away from the city, it feels like you can see every pinprick of light the universe has to offer. It’s a bit disorienting honestly. Nothing makes you feel smaller by comparison and yet, you don’t really mind.

You startle as something wraps around your hand. Looking down, you realize that it’s just Mando, holding your hand as he does when you’re close to falling asleep in the truck. You look up at him, confused. You aren’t anywhere close to nodding off. He should know that, so why…?

Mando doesn’t look at you, keeping his eyes fixed on the road. His thumb softly rubs against the back of your hand. You relax into his touch, turning your eyes back to the stars. Confusion about Mando’s actions doesn’t compare to the way your stomach flips at his gentle touch. It feels nice, domestic almost, if one can consider a life lived out of the front seat of a rusted out pickup domestic. His hand doesn’t leave yours until he pulls into the pothole filled parking lot of some dive bar.

Mando parks and turns the truck off. You move to get out of the truck with him when he squeezes your hand to stop you.

“Stay in the truck,” Mando says. His hand leaves you and he opens his own door, jumping out onto the cracked asphalt.

You look over at him, incredulous. “Excuse me? You know I am old enough to go in there, right?”

“I know. Stay in the truck.” Mando closes the truck door, giving you no more room to argue with him. It pisses you off.

What is this? Soften you up by holding your hand only to leave you behind? You hate when he does this, treating you like a child that’s just tagging along with him. You suppose you are tagging along, which stings a bit more, but you could be helpful, useful even if he would just let you in. Instead he keeps you at arm’s length at times, treating you like you can’t take care of yourself. He has no right to boss you around like that, telling you where you can and can’t go.

You watch his figure enter the bar, temper rising. If this place was good enough for him, it was certainly good enough for you. A bar like this had been where you met Mando months ago, working as a bartender and server. It didn’t bring back the best of memories, but you can handle yourself. At worst a fight might break out or patrons might get a little handsy. You can avoid the first and as for the second, it’s not as though Mando would need to put someone in the hospital for getting a little too flirty with you.

After fuming in the truck for a couple minutes, you make up your mind. You look yourself over in the mirror, trying to fix your appearance to look like you hadn't just spent the last two days in a truck. Pleased with yourself, you pull your shirt down slightly to reveal a bit more cleavage. The discovery of the power a pair of tits held in dive bars was one you made a long time ago. You flip the mirror back up and get out of the truck.

You practice your walk as you approach the bar door, trying to keep it calm and confident. Mando is going to be pissed at you for this, you already know, but you refuse to be treated like a child. If coming in here without his permission is what it takes for him to view you differently, then so be it. Younger you might be, but incapable you are not.

The moment you walk in the door, you spot Mando. He’s in the corner, talking to someone with his back to the door. He doesn’t even notice as you walk in and stroll up to the bar.

The man behind the counter is old, his white shirt spotted with stains and a towel thrown over his shoulder. It’s almost too stereotypical a look and you want to laugh. The stiff look he gives you though stifles your amusement.

“What can I get you?” he asks gruffly as you take a seat at the bartop.

“I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks.”

Whiskey is not your favorite drink. Not by a long shot. Really, you would have loved to order something fruity that you can’t taste the alcohol in, but whiskey is something you’ve learned to tolerate. You know that appearances matter in a place like this and a fruity drink would mark you as someone lost, not as someone who belongs here. You aren’t looking to get trashed anyway, just something to calm your nerves.

It doesn’t take long before someone is sidling up next to you at the bar. You don’t acknowledge him right away, instead staring up at the small CRT TV that’s playing the local news above the bar. Some murder case from a couple towns over is currently being highlighted. Lovely.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” he asks you.

You glance over at him, enough to get a look, but you don’t let your eyes linger. Lingering eyes would mean an invitation that you certainly don’t want to give. You have to admit, as far as seedy dive bar men went, he isn’t hard to look at. Not much older than you, clean shaven, bright blue eyes. Another time you might have gone for someone like him. Not now. These days your thoughts are only occupied by scruff, dark hair, and warm brown eyes.

“Came in for a drink,” you reply simply.

He leans in a bit closer. “Can I buy you another?”

You take a sip of your drink. “I think I’m alright, thanks.”

He pushes in even further, placing a hand on your thigh. This guy didn’t take no for an answer apparently. “Aw, come on now, don’t be that way sweetheart.”

Hearing him call you sweetheart makes you want to punch him more than him touching you does. It sounds wrong coming out of his mouth, harsh and manipulative, not the smooth and warm way Mando says it. For a moment, you do seriously consider punching this guy square in the jaw before deciding against it. You came in here to prove a point and not being able to handle a pushy guy would just prove the exact opposite of that.

You turn in your chair to move your thigh away from him. He has the decency to let his hand fall at least. “Don’t call me that,” you tell him.

“Alright then, what do I call you?”

You turn your attention back to the TV. Now they were highlighting a feel good story about an animal adoption from the nearby shelter. Odd shift in tone. You don’t reply to Blue-eyes and hope he gets the message.

“Playing hard to get, that’s fine,” he says. You take another sip of your whiskey. The news shifts to the weather. There’s more warm weather on the way for the next week, no storms in sight. That’ll be nice to drive in you think.

Blue-eyes’ hand returns to your thigh, creeping up higher than it was before. “I don’t mind hard to get, sweetheart.”

That one garners a slap. You do it before you even give it a real thought. It’s a good one at least, making a very solid sound as his head spins. It’s a testament to the bar that no one even spares it a second glance. Blue-eyes turns back to you, furious.

“You’re going to regret that, bitch,” he hisses at you, roughly grabbing your arm.

“You’re going to regret it if you don’t take your hand off of her.”

You’ve never been so happy to hear Mando’s voice in your life. Could you handle this guy? Probably. Do you want to? Absolutely not. You know on your own there's a near certain chance you'll end up with bruises before this guy gives up.

Somewhere in your mind you register the very real possibility that Mando is pissed at you right now. You shove it down, choosing to focus on the fact that he did just come to your defense.

Blue-eyes is more stupid then he looks and doesn’t read the very obvious threat Mando poses. Instead he doubles down and tightens his grip on you. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it, old man?”

You can't say you're surprised when Mando punches him in the face instead of answering the question. You also can’t say that you feel bad about it either. The surprise and hurt of the sudden punch makes Blue-eyes release his grip on you, giving you enough time to move out of the way as Mando moves in. Mando grabs a fistful of Blue-eyes' shirt and pulls the guy in towards his face.

“Do you regret it?” Mando grits out. Blue-eyes sputters something that sounds like an apology and pushes himself away.

Satisfied, Mando now turns on you. You were right, he's pissed. His typically soft, warm eyes are hard on you now as he pulls you away.

You flounder to tell him you haven't paid for your drink but he just ignores you, dragging you out of the bar. If you were smarter, you would think to be a little scared about making a man like Mando mad at you. Instead, your thoughts are occupied with how he's barely even trying to overpower you and yet you couldn't break free of his grip if you tried. You wonder if there's something wrong with you for how much it's turning you on.

Arriving back at the truck, Mando releases his grip. "Get in," he demands.

You do as you're told and climb into the passenger seat as Mando goes around. Nerves finally settle in. Mando would never hurt you, you know that, but he could decide to ditch you somewhere. Whatever this situation is with him, it's far from formal. He has no obligation to you and could easily choose to end it. With the trouble you’ve just caused, you wouldn’t be surprised if this all comes to a swift and sudden end.

As Mando climbs into the cab, you stare down at the floorboards, terrified that he's going to tell you he's dropping you off somewhere and leaving you behind for good. You can't imagine your life without him now. There's nowhere for you to go, nothing for you to do without him. Right back to square one.

He doesn't speak right away, which only makes you more nervous. He peels the truck out of the parking lot, headed back in the direction you came from. You still don't look at him. It's obvious you fucked up and there's nothing you can really say to fix that. Your only hope is that he forgives you.

You're headed back through the small nearby town when he finally speaks. “I told you to stay in the truck.”

You don’t say anything in response. Anything you can come up with sounds childish in your head. The exact opposite of what you'd been trying to prove. Thankfully, Mando takes your silence as an answer.

“Why would you even do something like that? Do you know how stupid that was?” His hands are tight on the wheel, glancing between you and the road as he yells.

You mumble back to him.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“He called me sweetheart,” you say a little louder.

“What?” He isn't going to let you off the hook with this and it gets under your skin. Some part of you thought he might be proud of you for smacking that creep and here he is berating you for it.

“He called me sweetheart, alright?” you half-shout.

Mando gives you a confused look, clearly not the answer he was expecting. “Do you- do you have a problem with that?” The heat is still present in his voice, but you can hear a little worry in it now. Shit. This is not what you wanted out of this whole ordeal.

You've never wanted the ground to come up and swallow you more. Why didn’t you just say that you smacked him for touching you? That would have been simple. How do you answer this without making everything weird? No, Mando, I don’t have a problem with that. I smacked him because I only like it when you call me that. Sure. That won’t be weird or awkward at all.

After cursing yourself for a few seconds, you manage a response. “No, I- I just didn’t like it when he said it.”

"Oh." That's Mando's only reply.

You know he's still angry about you coming into the bar, but apparently your answer has sidelined him. If it wasn't so embarrassing, you might even be rejoicing at his reaction. Instead you just feel like a fool.

The silence remains as you pull into a little local motel with the vacancy sign lit up. Mando hands you forty dollars, way more than you need, and tells you to get a room.

Okay. So he isn't getting rid of you… yet.

You barely even listen to the attendant as they tell you they only have one single available for the night. Now is not the time to be arguing about sleeping arrangements. You take the key, room 104, and make your way back to the truck.

You grab your bag from the flatbed and let Mando know the room number. He nods and goes to pull the truck around. You kick yourself as you walk over to the room. Why didn’t you just stay in the truck? Why didn’t you just lie to Mando about your reasons? He’s smart and it won’t take long now for him to put two and two together. Especially if he asks anymore questions.

You have no idea how Mando might react. If learning about your feelings towards him combined with what happened in the bar might be enough to leave you. He’s certainly not cold with you, but you’re not sure you’d call any of his actions romantic either. Holding your hand after the diner today is the closest he’s ever come. You wish you knew what that meant to him. You know what it meant to you.

Mando parks the truck outside of the room as you unlock the door. It’s not a fancy room, just one big square with a bathroom attached. There’s a full bed, a dresser with a TV on it, and a small table with a couple chairs. You toss your bag on the table and sit down on the edge of the bed. There’s no point in pretending you aren’t upset, Mando can always see through your lies. Might as well just get this over with.

Nervous, you hide your face in your hands, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees. You’re ready to deal with it, but not while actually looking at him. You can’t handle seeing his face as he figures things out; the way he might look at you while he rejects you. Suddenly you feel a wave of sympathy for the waitress earlier today. You hope Mando will let you down easy like he did for her.

You don’t look up when Mando comes into the room. His boots enter your line of vision and you close your eyes. You can’t look at any part of him right now. It’s too painful.

Mando says your name softly and you can sense as he kneels down in front of you. You don’t reply. Gently, he moves your hands away from your face. You still refuse to look at him and he cups your chin, lifting your head up to his.

“Look at me, sweetheart.” You wish you could resist, but you can’t. Not when he speaks to you in that soft tone. Not when he calls you that.

You meet his eye and see all the concern and worry he holds there. “I’m sorry, Mando. I should have listened to you.”

His hand slides up to hold your cheek. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I could have at least told you why I didn’t want you coming in with me.”

You’re surprised at his apology. Two apologies he didn’t need to make in one day. This isn’t something you ever expected. You assumed he would still be full of heat and anger, not this careful kindness.

“Why didn’t you want me to come in?” you ask. You need to know the reason, need to know why it is he told you to stay behind. No matter how much the reason might hurt.

Mando sighs. “I didn’t want you to come in because I didn’t want anyone else looking at you.”

You pull back out of shock. “What?” Did you hear that correctly? Could that mean what you thought it might?

He takes off his baseball cap and runs a hand through his hair. “What can I say, sweetheart? I’m a jealous man.”

A thousand thoughts run through your mind. There are so many things you want to say, so many questions you want to ask, and yet none of them can find their way out. As a result, you do the only thing you can.

You lean in towards him, slowly, giving him enough time to stop you if he so chooses. He doesn’t though, instead following your lead and moving in closer. You carefully search his eyes for any answers they may hold. Your noses bump and you both pause. “Mando, I-”

He cuts you off. “Din. My name is Din.”

You close the gap and kiss him. The kiss is careful at first, as though you’re both still looking to confirm that yes, this is what you both want. Mand- Din’s lips are soft and sweet against yours and you melt as it’s everything you could have imagined and more. A small moan escapes you, one that you’re embarrassed about until it causes Din to deepen the kiss. Caution evaporates, quickly turning into passion as your tongues meet.

Din moves, getting up from the floor and pushing you back against the bed. His lips never leave yours, devouring you as though you might slip away at any moment. He gives your bottom lip a small nip, quickly soothing it with his tongue. You pull away, needing a moment to catch your breath.

“Is this okay?” Din asks, his voice low with desire. You respond by pulling him back down into another bruising kiss. Your positions shift as the kiss continues, Din’s knee finding its way between your legs as his arms wrap around you. Both of your hands have worked their way into his hair, something you’ve been fantasizing about for months now.

Din begins to kiss his way down your neck, leaving little love bites along the way. You gently tug on his hair, pulling a heavenly sound from him that only intensifies your pool of desire. Desperate for more, you move a hand down, seeking the hem of his shirt and slipping your hand underneath. His skin feels remarkable under your fingertips.

Din pulls away from your neck and quickly divests himself of his shirt. He allows you a moment to take him in, his lean physique flexing as he holds himself above you. Scars litter his body in various shapes and sizes, but you think they look beautiful against the glow of his honeyed skin.

Taking the opportunity, you remove your top as well, leaving you in your basic everyday bra. You wish you had worn your other bra, the sexier one, but with the way Din is looking at you, you’re not sure it matters. His lips return to your body, working his way across any and all of your newly exposed skin. One hand splays on your waist, holding you, grounding Din against you.

��You’re so soft, sweetheart,” Din murmurs against you. His lips find their way up to your chest, placing careful kisses against the globes of your breasts. He pauses and looks up at you, seeking your permission. You arch your back, allowing Din access to slip a hand beneath you and undo the clasp.

He pulls the bra away from you and you flush under the intensity of his gaze. “Perfect, you’re perfect,” Din says before reoccupying his mouth with your breasts. It seems that he has a real oral fixation, not that you mind in the slightest. His warm mouth feels heavenly against you, licking and sucking wherever he can.

Din takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his fingers playing with the other. It’s the best thing you’ve felt in months, better than any of your late night fantasies when you would try to satisfy your growing want for the man currently giving you so much pleasure. As though your attempts could ever come close to the real thing.

Din releases your nipple with a pop and returns to your mouth, licking his way inside. His kiss alone is enough to make you see stars. It makes you forget any other kiss you’ve ever shared, enveloping you in him and him alone.

You pull back slightly from the kiss, unable to take more without further relief. “Din, please, I want you,” you pant into his mouth. Din growls, actually growls, at your words. It's a far hotter response than it should be.

“Yeah, sweetheart? What do you want me to do to you? Tell me.” His knee comes up and presses his thigh against you where you want him most, causing you to moan out his name. “Use your words, sweet girl.”

He’s trying to kill you, you think. Calling you a name like that. Sweet girl. It loops in your mind until Din’s fingers ghost over your nipples again. “I want you to touch me,” you tell him.

“I’m already touching you,” Din says. He’s a tease, you think, growing slightly frustrated with him. His thigh moves against you again though and he’s immediately forgiven.

“Please, Din,” you whine, hoping he’ll take pity on you. Thankfully he does, moving his leg away and quickly removing your pants. You already know you’re soaking, your panties feeling cold against you with the loss of the other cloth barrier.

Din pauses for another moment to take you in before moving. You’re nearly bare before him, almost entirely on display.

“You’re so beautiful,” he compliments, his hands parting your thighs. “So perfect, so beautiful, and all mine.” You can feel yourself clench at his words. No one has ever made you feel this way before. His stare only relaxes you more, his words feeling like a warm blanket wrapping around your fears and quieting them.

Din’s fingers brush against you through the thin cotton. “Is this all for me, sweetheart? I can already feel how wet you are.”

He continues to tease you, only leaving you capable of nodding your head back at him. His eyes catch yours, watching your reaction as he pushes the near useless fabric off to the side and pushes one finger between your folds. Just the small touch sets you aflame, pushing yourself down onto his hand, wanting more.

His finger leaves you and you frown until you watch as he brings it to his mouth and licks your slick off of it. Din moans at the taste. “You taste better than you do in my dreams.”

He leans down to kiss you, sharing the taste of yourself while he pulls your panties off completely. They’re thrown haphazardly into the room, lost to be found for later.

Din then moves himself between your legs, slowly working kisses down your body as he slides back onto his knees on the floor. He grabs your waist and pulls you to the edge of the bed with ease and starts nipping and kissing your inner thighs. Your hands wind back into his hair, while you lie in disbelief that this is really happening right now.

Gentle kisses are placed along your folds, Din moving back as you try to grind your hips down onto him. His eyes catch yours again, mouth hovering over your clit as he speaks. “I’m going to taste you until you cum on my face and then I’m going to fuck you, okay?”

This time you manage a response, frantic to let him know that’s exactly what you want. “Yes, please, I want you so badly, Din.”

It’s all he needs to hear. His mouth comes down on your clit, carefully playing with the bundle of nerves, making you cry out and clench around nothing. He pulls away slightly and then licks a long stripe from bottom to top, pausing again at your clit to give it a teasing suck. Your hands pull at his hair from the attention.

He moves back down, teasing your entrance with his mouth. He moans, lapping up your pussy, acting every part a man dying of thirst who’s found oasis at your core. You buck into him and his hands quickly wrap around your legs, holding your hips in place. Din wants to pleasure you, but on his own terms, at his own speed.

You can’t make a coherent thought as he continues to eat you out. Small snippets of words make their way out of you, none of them making any real sense in conjunction with one another. It’s not until his thumb finds your clit as he continues to lick, suck, and nip at you that you find complete words to shout. “Din, oh god, yes, right there, I’m so close...”

Moments later you feel the tension within you snap, crying out as your body shakes from the overwhelming pleasure. Din continues to work you through your orgasm, only stopping when you physically push his head away from you. He trails hot kisses along your inner thighs again, telling you how beautiful you are, how good you taste, how perfect your pussy is.

As you come down from your high, Din removes the last of his clothes, finally freeing his stiff erection. Your breath catches as you take him in, your Adonis in the flesh. He’s gorgeous, you think, wondering what you did to get so lucky.

Then he’s back over top of you, kissing and sucking at your skin. Some of those are bound to leave marks for tomorrow but you don’t mind. You want everyone to see, for everyone to know that you’re his. No more mistaken assumptions about your relationship, you want it on display for the world.

You look down to catch a better glimpse of his cock, satiating the curiosity that’s plagued you for so long. He’s big. More than enough to fill you, possibly even more than you can handle. As wet as you are, you know you’ll need him to go slow, to slowly stretch you out before he can truly fuck you.

You tilt your hips, bumping against him, letting him know that you want him. “Do you want my fingers first?” Din asks. You know you should say yes, but you can’t imagine another moment without knowing what he feels like inside of you.

“No,” you tell him. “Just go slow.”

Din places a quick searing kiss against your lips and positions himself. The head of his cock presses against your slick entrance and you feel like you’re already seeing stars. Din is muttering in your ear, holding you tightly against him as he pushes into you.

“Fuck, you feel so good sweetheart. So tight and wet for me. I can’t wait to fill you up, to feel every inch of your sweet pussy.”

You nearly forget to breath as he slowly pushes in further. You can feel every inch of him and you only want more. Din’s stream of compliments are interrupted when he finally bottoms out in you, holding himself still as your walls clench and stretch around him. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

You turn your head and pull him into a blazing kiss, loving the way he feels filling you up. You wonder how you were ever satisfied with your fingers before when this had been next to you for so long. Din is apparently thinking along the same lines, whispering to you, “I’d have done this long ago if I knew you felt this good.”

You don’t even have time to consider the words as he slowly begins to move in you. The pleasure borders on agonizing as you begin to move your hips, encouraging him to move faster. Din responds quickly to your urging, setting a furious pace as he begins to lose all control. You know you’ll still be feeling him tomorrow and the thought makes you smile. You never want to go another day without a reminder of how he feels.

His thumb returns to your clit and you don’t have time to warn him before you’re thrown into another orgasm. Your walls clench around him and you lose yourself in the feeling of cumming on his cock. Din quickly follows, pulling out of you just in time to paint your stomach with ropes of his spend. You mourn the loss of him, but once Din finishes he buries himself back inside of you, causing another shock of pleasure to zing through your body.

Din rolls the both of you over, keeping himself sheathed in you, and allowing you to collapse on top of him. You’re both sweaty and panting, trying to come up with words. Din’s fingers lightly trace along your back, causing goosebumps to erupt across your flesh. You lift your head up from his chest in order to look at his face.

He’s completely debauched, sweat causing hair to cling to his forehead, the rest completely wild from your hands. His eyes are still blown wide, happily looking back at you. His lips are pink and swollen from all the kisses and licks he’s pressed into your skin. You know you can’t look much better than him.

You give a small clench around him and smile at the expression that runs across Din’s face. “I love the way you fill me,” you tell him. Din presses a loving kiss against your sweaty forehead.

“I never want to leave this perfect pussy of yours.” You can tell he means it too. If he could, he would stay buried in you forever. You love the way that sounds. His eyes flutter closed, reveling in the feeling of having you surround him.

“Din,” you say.

His eyes pop back open and refocus on you. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

A smile blooms across your face. “Nothing, I just wanted to say it. Din. It suits you.”

His name suits him in a different way than Mando does. Mando is the rough exterior, the front he puts up to the world. The one who punches men in bars for touching you and calling you pet names. The one that strikes fear into others, knowing that if he’s hot on their trail that they’re screwed. Din is the soft inside, the place where all of his ‘sweethearts’ originate, the cause for the hand holding and sparkling smiles. The man behind the armor that he presents to the world, the one who kisses and fills you up just right.

Din’s arms wrap around you tightly, clearly intent on never letting you go. You’re fine with that, letting it sink in that you’re finally laying in bed with the man who’s consumed your thoughts for months. A small, joyous giggle escapes you.

“What’s so funny?” Din asks.

“I thought you were going to leave me earlier. Now here I am, laying on top of you with your cock still inside of me.”

Din chuckles and you can feel it rumble in his chest. “I’m never letting you go sweetheart, no matter how much you piss me off.”

You fold your arms across his chest, letting your chin rest on your hands. “I am sorry. I just wanted you to notice me. I felt like you were treating me like a child,” you confess.

Din’s eyes widen a bit at your admission. “I always notice you, mesh’la. I never meant to treat you that way. I only want to keep you safe.”

“I know that now. Honestly, I feel so silly about it all.” He reaches up and pushes a strand of hair back from your face.

“Next time, I’ll take you in with me. I’ll show everyone that you’re mine.” He grinds his hips up into you to prove his point. It makes you squeal, causing a smirk to settle on Din’s lips. You give his cheek a small flick in retaliation but make no attempt to move.

You lay there for a little while longer, laying your head back down against Din’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat beneath you. His hands trace anywhere he can touch on you, intoxicated by having you so close against him. Eventually though, you feel the call to use the bathroom and can no longer ignore it.

Din is almost painful sliding out of you, but you’re more upset about the loss of having him buried in you. Your legs are shaky as you stand, managing to make it to the bathroom on wobbly knees. You take a moment to clean yourself up, running a damp cloth across your body. Exhaustion hits as you return to bed, crawling under the covers and into Din’s arms.

You begin to drift off when Din asks, “Why’d you get a single? Not that I’m complaining.”

“All they had left. Maybe it was a sign,” you mumble back.

Din chuckles and presses a kiss against your head. “Yeah, maybe, sweetheart.”

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Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Ch. 24 of 27: Graduation

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

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Words: 3.2k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader, post-war Warnings: mentions of mental health issues incl. self-harm (only in like 2 sentences tho)

Four weeks until graduation …

Draco Malfoy and you were over. Whatever glimpse of happiness and fleeting bliss had been bestowed upon you – it was gone. It was gone and you were alone again. In your head, you replayed your last time together over and over and over until you felt sick to your stomach. For months did you pretend not to feel anything for him beyond friendship but damn, you loved him. You loved with him with every fiber of your body. Every thought on every day was devoted to him and him only. You looked for him in the hallways, glanced at him during class and each time your eyes met, another piece of your heart broke.

To be quite honest, you weren’t worried about yourself as much as you worried about him. You spoke to Theo from time to time, asking him about Draco. He told you exactly what you had suspected all along: his dreams had gotten worse. He skipped therapy sessions, spent his days scribbling in his black notebook instead. You knew it wasn’t fair to you but you still couldn’t help but blame yourself.

During meals, you watched him with Astoria who was glued to his side. To your surprise, she seemed happier. Even though she grew paler with each day she wore a smile on her face. An honest, happy smile. You heard her laugh and wondered if it had been this beautiful all the time. You watched her talk to Draco with a spark in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. You wanted to hate her but seeing her like this? It certainly made it harder for you to do so. Still, each time you saw them walking to class or sit outside on the grass, your stomach plummeted and on particularly bad days, tears filled your eyes.

Eventually, you grew sick of feeling this way. You had fought hard for your own happiness to return after all the shit you went through and to now have it taken away from you in an instant by him felt humiliating. The whole mess started because you wanted to hurt Ron. So how did you end up hurting instead?

You tried tuning out the pain by burying yourself in work. Studying, quidditch training, stupid parties in the Gryffindor common room – you tried anything and everything to numb down the pain. It worked. For the most part. However, your thoughts always began to stray after a while. As soon as his image popped up in your mind, you pinched yourself as if you were trying to wake up from a bad dream. One time, you did it during a therapy session and Merlin, did you regret that. The lecture about self-harm that followed was definitely not worth it.

The days grew warmer. Sunlight fell through the dusty windows of the Hogwarts classrooms, the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass filled the air. Summer had begun to knock on the door. You weren’t ready to open it yet. Once summer arrived, your life would change once again.

However, before that happened you still had to get through your exams. You dreaded the thought of taking them. These past months … well, to put it gently, your focus hadn’t been on school exactly. Sure, you spent hours upon hours in the library but you weren’t sure how much of the things you read actually stuck with you.

“Ready?”, Ginny asked you the morning of your final exams.

You glanced at her and shook your head. She laughed. “Come on, it won’t be that bad. We’ve taken thousands of exams, we’ll get through it. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Y/N doesn’t achieve the grades she needs to become an auror,” Hermione chimed in matter-of-factly. “That’s the worst that can happen.”

“Thanks, Mione,” you said dryly.

She smiled at you apologetically. “It won’t come to this, don’t worry. You got this. We all do.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

***

Two weeks until graduation …

You sat together with Ginny and Hermione at the Black Lake, feet dangling in the water, eyes closed as you enjoyed the sunrays warming your face. Ginny kept on talking about the tryouts for the Holyhead Harpies that would take place just a few days after graduation while you and Hermione only occasionally commented. You reassured her that she would do just fine. After all, there was no doubt in your mind that Ginny Weasley would join the team and have a successful quidditch career ahead of her.

After a while, the conversation shifted. Hermione worried about the amount of reading she had to do before her internship at the Ministry of Magic started, and you snorted. “They don’t expect you to know everything about the job beforehand, y’know?”

“Well, good impressions are important,” she replied.

During the whole afternoon, the topic of your future plans didn’t come up. Your friends sensed your apprehension regarding that particular topic. After the utter debacle that was your exams, you tried to forget that you were supposed to have an idea of what to do with your life in just about two weeks. You still waited on a letter from the Ministry, waited for the news that your plan had worked out. That you could become an auror, a dream you had since you could think. Yet, you screwed up and you weren’t sure if your performance in the final exams was enough to get you a placement. Thankfully, your parents were still too wound up in the whole drama Alissa brought with her. They didn’t even ask how your exams went and you weren’t mad. The importance of exams paled in comparison to the prospect of a life sentence in Azkaban.

A bee buzzed close to your ear and you opened your eyes again.

***

One week before graduation …

“You look horrible, darling.”

You rolled your eyes when Theo appeared by your side. You were on your way to the Great Hall, earlier than usual in an attempt to study a few more minutes in the library before your first class. “Thank you, Theodore. Just what a woman wants to hear before breakfast.”

He snickered. “Apologies.” Then he held his hands out, motioning you to give him some of the books in your arms to help you carry them.

“Accepted,” you said and gave him the whole pile of books instead. He groaned and you chuckled at him. “How are you then?”, you asked.

“Relieved about the fact that school is almost over.” He dodged a first year student who ran past him and one books slid dangerously close to the edge of the pile. You were surprised by how many students were already awake.

“Any plans for what comes after?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Travel.”

You looked at him in surprise. “Travel?”

“Blaise and I are going to travel around Europe for a few months,” he explained. “I need to get out of the country where everyone knows me as ‘that Death Eaters kid’ and Blaise is simply loaded with money and doesn’t want to work.” The two of you laughed at the last statement. “And afterwards …” Theo shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

“That sounds nice,” you sighed. “When will you leave?”

“After Draco’s wed-” He stopped midsentence. “Ah, shit.”

You bit your tongue. Actually bit it. “It’s official then,” you said softly. “I haven’t seen the announcement yet.”

Theo stopped. You had almost reached the Great Hall. The Slytherin looked at you with sympathy. “It’ll come out today.” He lowered his voice: “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You avoided his gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Theodore stayed quiet until you resumed your walk. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t love her,” he finally said. The statement hurt even more.

“What a fucking mess we made.”

Theo nodded. He didn’t say anything else. When you walked into the Great Hall, he handed you the books back and softly squeezed your arm before mumbling: “I’m really sorry.”

He was right – the Daily Prophet printed the announcement of the wedding on that same day. Yet, when an owl dropped the paper onto your plate, you were oddly calm. You lowered the glass of orange juice carefully and rolled up the newspaper. Their picture was on the front page.

Astoria’s beauty was unlike anything you had ever seen. She wore a simple black dress and was glowing in the picture. She smiled widely as her gaze switched between Draco and the camera. Spooky how different she looked. You wondered if they had used magic to hide the circles underneath her eyes and the sunken-in cheeks. Draco stood beside her, wearing his trademark simple, black suit. His back was straight, his eyes focused on the camera. He didn’t smile.

As if you had felt his stare, you looked up. Draco sat across the hall at the Slytherin table, Greengrass – his fiancée – by his side who excitedly showed the article to Parkinson. You forced yourself to smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. He turned away. Just in time to miss the tears you had to blink away.

This isn’t right, you thought, none of this is right.

***

One day before graduation …

Tears streamed down your face as another sob shook your body. You stared at the letter in your hand, reading it over and over again. At this point, you had memorized every word but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,

When an owl brought you the letter, you didn’t open it immediately. You didn’t want to do it in front of your friends, already sensing what was written inside of it. So instead you grabbed it and went to the bleachers of the Quidditch field. High up above, where no one would interrupt you.

We regret to inform you …

It wasn’t entirely unsuspected but it didn’t hinder the tears from dwelling up. Before you knew it, they streamed down your face. Cold fear gripped your heart. This is it, you thought, it’s all over now. Your entirely life you wanted to become an auror. You had no plan b, no other option, it had always been this. And now you failed.

“Y/N?” The voice caused you to whirl around. “What happened?” Draco. His eyes widened in shock and concern when he saw your face. With three long strides he crossed the distance between the two of you.

“Draco …”, you whimpered and then he was there, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered and held you tighter. Instinctively, you relaxed against his body and let him embrace you. It felt so right. “Shh, it’s fine, it’s all going to be fine.” He repeated over and over. Sobs shook your body while your tears drenched his uniform. It felt as if hours had passed until you finally began to calm down. With each shaking breath, the scent of his cologne wrapped itself around you.

“What happened?”, Draco asked again when no more sobs escaped you and you quietly buried your face in his shoulders. Without a word, you held up the letter. A few seconds passed and Draco snorted. “Well, their loss,” he said, audibly disgusted.

You whimpered another time. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve done more, I-I …” You wiped over your eyes. “What do I do now, Draco?”

He sighed before he answered: “Anything you want. Y/N, you’re intelligent, clever, witty, beautiful – you can do anything you want.”

“Except for becoming an auror,” you scoffed.

“Maybe. So what?” He shrugged. “Fuck them. It’s their loss.”

You remained silent. Draco had his arms still wrapped around you. In this position, you almost forgot your situation. This felt so … normal. So right, so natural. As if it was meant to be. As if he was the one to hold you in this exact moment. You thought about asking why he was up here on this night but held your tongue. A part of you wanted to believe that it was because of you. Everything started up here on the bleachers, last year in September. Right here, the two of you talked for the first time in years. A conversation, you could recall to this day. Everything began here. Maybe he came back because he hoped to find you here. You wanted to believe that.

“It’s all I ever wanted to do,” you whispered after a moment. “I don’t have a plan b. I –” Another tear rolled down your cheek. He looked at you, his grey eyes full of love and adoration, and wiped it away.

“You’re hurting, I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s going to be alright though, I promise.”

You smiled sadly. “Everything goes to shit in my life, everything! The fucking war is over and yet I can’t seem to catch a fucking breath.”

“I believe, the war will stay with us for a lot longer than we thought,” Draco whispered. He didn’t let go of you as he watched the castle in the distance. The sun begun to set and drowned the Scottish landscape in its golden light. It was a marvelous sight.

Sudden music caused you to flinch. A group of seventh year students had arrived on the Quidditch field. Loud voices and laughter mixed with the rhythm of a new popular song. They weren’t from your house, you realized.

“I should leave,” Draco said. And when you recognized Astoria’s high-pitched scream as a drunken Blaise picked her up, you knew why he was here to begin with. Not for you. For them.

“Yes, right, I’m sorry.” You cleared your throat and sat up straight. Draco let go of you reluctantly before he got up. He looked at you and you wondered if he was going to say something. But even if he wanted to, he didn’t. He only nodded and then made his way towards the stairs.

“I feel as if I should congratulate you on the engagement but …”, you suddenly spoke up.

Draco stopped and glanced at you. “Don’t.”

You saw how a shadow flickered over his face. Then you remembered something else. “Wait, I have something for you.” You reached inside your back and pulled out a picture. He looked at you in surprise when he gave it to you. It was a picture of you two from the last Christmas, taken during a dinner. Draco had his arm wrapped around you and raised a glass of wine, an amused smirk on his face. You laughed in it, covering your mouth with your hand. It was the only picture of the two of you but you loved it. It showed Draco the way he truly was. The way he made you feel every time you looked at him.

“You carried it with you this whole time?”, he asked softly. He held the picture so carefully as if he was afraid to accidentally damage it.

You gave a half shrug. “Only for the last few days. I hoped to catch you alone at some point.”

“Thank you.”

“Will I see you?”

He looked up at the question.

“After graduation, I mean?”, you clarified. “Maybe send me an owl once or twice a year? I need to know you’re okay.”

“So you can rip out my heart again, little Gryffindor?”

You opened and closed your mouth at the statement. Draco chuckled. “I’ll do it. If you promise me to reply.”

“I promise.”

You didn’t know it yet but Draco would keep his promise. However, when you received his first letter, you broke yours.

***

A few weeks after graduation …

The last day of school came and went. Funny how you had expected it to be filled with tears and laughter when, in the end, it was just another insignificant day of the year. To be fair, some tears had been shed. Long hugs with your friends and promises to stay in touch were shared on the train station in King’s Cross before all of you parted ways.

Your parents picked you up. They looked like mere shells of themselves as they kissed you on the cheek. A lump formed in your throat when you saw their sad faces. They had aged immensely in these past few months, the stress had left deep wrinkles and tired eyes behind.

They didn’t speak much on this day. They only hugged you when you told them about the rejection from the Ministry. “I’m so sorry, darling,” your father had mumbled, “you’ll find something else, I’m sure.” A part of you was relieved they didn’t ask any further questions.

The next morning, your mother had asked you if you wanted to see Alissa. You didn’t. You couldn’t. The mere mention of her name made you grit your teeth. Alissa was the reason for all the suffering in your family’s life. For all the heartbreak and tears. All the sisterly feelings had shrunken during the past year. Now you were left with rage and hatred when you heard her name.

“Will you please come to the court hearing in two weeks then?”, your mother had asked when she noticed the expression on your face and you had agreed.

And here you were. Standing in your kitchen, a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hand while you listened to your parents screaming at each other upstairs. You had just come home from the hearing and now looked outside into the garden. The roses, once your mother’s pride and joy, were neglected, you noticed. Their heads hung, most of them dried up from the summer sun.

“Twenty-five years in Azkaban,” you mumbled to yourself. Alissa’s future. Twenty-five years locked away on an island. You had hoped the sentence would give you satisfaction. It didn’t. Instead it frightened you. Would Alissa survive this? Twenty-five years without seeing her family? Would your mother survive it? Or would she wither like the roses in her garden?

You took a sip of your tea and wondered how your life changed once again, now that the problem of Alissa was finally … resolved. It ended. The anxious waiting, the not knowing … it all ended. By now, she would have already arrived in the prison cell that would be her home for the years to come.

You hadn’t spoken to her. You had watched her in the courtroom while she didn’t look up at your family. During the whole hearing, her eyes were locked on the ground and she remained silent. It was the strangest sight – the broken-down woman in the dirty dress wasn’t your sister. The fiery spirit inside her had left a long time ago together with her beauty and wits. You stared at Alissa, desperately trying to find a glimpse of the sister you once knew and loved. You were unsuccessful. This woman was a stranger and your sister was dead. And you wanted nothing more than to simply move on.

“The nerve this family has,” your father muttered behind you. “Unbelievable.”

You sat the tea cup down on the counter and turned to him. The screaming had stopped, you realized. You had been so lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed how your father came downstairs again.

“What are you talking about?”, you asked.

Your father shook his head and handed you an envelope without another word. Your gaze fell onto the dark green emblem printed on the back and suddenly, your throat felt very, very dry. You’d recognize the sign anywhere. With shaking hands you opened the envelope and pulled out a card.

“Can you believe it?”, your father asked. “They actually have the nerve to invite us to his wedding?”

***

A/N: I hope you liked it! Feedback is always appreciated! We’re almost finished with this story, I’m so sad btw.

CHAPTER 25

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