#flora and lane

[lacetulle]

Flora and Lane | Celeste Dress

#flora and lane #fashion #style #haute couture #couture #gowns #bridal #wedding gown #wedding dress #celestial #fashionedit #fashion edit #fashion details #details

[summerfrwrks]

[sighs] looks like i have another rarepair to add up to my list

#first it was flora and riven #now it's robbie and mabel #yes this is from gravity falls i had a trip down memory lane #i put their names as an experiment and now i can't look back cause i am a sucker for grumpy x sunshine #like floriven? that was inTENTIONAL #mobbie? an experiment that hit me like a truck and now i might actually ride it #why do i do this to myself? i don't know either ngl #thank god at least jaysteph is doing well recently or else this whiplash of feels would end me- #it's just so painful to see less than 20 works on ao3 about rarepairs oh my god 😭😭 #summer.txt

[aisphotostuff]

Norfolk Village Country Lane... by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Beautiful rural walks in Ringstead village with stunning country lanes North Norfolk..

#lanes #country lanes #daffodils #hedges #hedgerows #flora #Flowers #plants #england #english #english landscapes #britain #british #uk #uk counties #counties #countryside #Adam Swaine #fuji #2024 #norfolk #norfolk coast #norfolk villages #NORTH NORFOLK #Village #VILLAGES #rural #rural villages #tracks #nature lovers

[earthtolezelle]

Beneath the Redwoods 🌳

A winding forest path, connecting uni students to campus. Bridging planted redwoods, indigenous trees and the bumpy forest floor. A welcomed escape between classes.

2019

#forest bench #forest path #deck #indigenous forest #escape #nelson mandela university #southern cape #nature #lover’s lane #uni #university #on campus #forest #redwoods #photography #nature log #nature diaries #nature walk #flora #trees #student

[pansear-doodles]

My new iterator OC, Messages From the Stars

Messages was built on a high peak mountain for better use of their primary function: to signal boost and communicate to all in the local group, even outside of it, stretching miles and miles from their area.

They had various radio towers and their city houses communication arrays rather than cities, as it was too harsh for their citizens to live there. There were cave systems that were used as temporary homes during their construction- once construction finished, only very few citizens remained for maintenance, before eventually they left too.

Messages is able to prevent slag buildup thanks to the mountain's natural spring waters, which were the cause of the cave systems. Overtime, the cave systems expanded, allowing flora and fauna to reside, sheltered from the harsh climate. Many creatures adapted to the dark cold environment- primarily lantern mice and a distant cousin of the scavengers called yetis, larger in size and denser fur, they were one of the many predators of lantern mice and other smaller creatures.

One day, Messages received a signal that caused their entire superstructure to rumble violently, creating a landslide that decimated all of their remaining communication arrays. Their can is engulfed in a mixture of earth and snow, but the heat of the structure was enough to create a small crevice on one side of the can. Unable to communicate to the others, Messages started to modify nearby fauna. They managed to figure out that Lantern Mice are the only reliable subjects, thus has trained and created a new subspecies of lantern mice called star mice. They had larger ears, a pouch to carry pearls and a star shaped tail to indicate Messages's ownership of them.

The star mice gained a sapience similar to slugcats, creating their own communities and self awareness of the steel god. They were loyal to Messages and were their only sense of company, being isolated from the rest of the local group. The only iterator that they're able to communicate well with still is Nine Linen Lanes, who is nearby. They became reliant on sending them information and gaining some back, eventually becoming close friends. Lanes would occasionally send back the star mice with gifts such as knitted clothes and heat sources to keep Messages and the mice warm.

Messages is lonely and since their isolation, has grown cold and standoffish. Their way of speaking became less friendly, although those who know them well such as Lanes and the mice can see past that, and know that deep inside, they're actually quite kind. They oftentimes find distractions in creating poems, embedded on the endless amount of pearls they have. Sometimes the mice would accidentally bring these alongside the intended packages. These poems are described as dainty at best.

#rain world #rainworld #oc #my art

[sosuperawesome]

Autumn Dress // Flora and Lane

#dress #fashion #autumnm #etsy

[thezombieprostitute]

Hummingbird - Part 8

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~1.8k

A/N: Reader is AFAB. No physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Rough sex, Smut. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 7 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

In the weeks following Steve made sure your move was as easy and simple as possible. During the days he gave you free reign to reorganize and redecorate whatever you wanted, except for his office. During the nights he made sure to hold you tight and cuddle you as you fell asleep. You’d never felt more relaxed than when you were with his strong arms wrapped around you. 

After the dust settled from your move and redecoration, Steve suggested an art gallery visit to celebrate. You put on the dress you wore during your first art gallery date with him, the gift from Monica’s mothers. Part of you wonders if Steve knew, way back then, that you would eventually be living together. You know you certainly had no idea. It was amazing how much had changed for you since you crashed that party. 

Steve finds you getting ready and he smiles at you, eyes full of love and your heart flutters. He’s so good at schooling his expressions and body language that you treasure how genuine he is with you. 

“Are you ready, Hummingbird?”

“Just about. I’m guessing, given the late hour, it’ll be just the two of us at the gallery?”

“Correct. But don’t worry about it looking like a break in. I got the curator to let us in.”

“Thank you for that,” you chuckle. “I know you like the roleplay but I really do prefer the easy way.”

The gallery had a special theme for the month based around flora of all kinds. There were plenty of paintings based on native flora but the main event was a wing that had been filled with sculptures and made to look like a park. They called it the Garden of Wonders. Glass flowers, some made to look like they’d been encased in ice. Bronze trees with copper leaves, already showing signs of turning green. Marble lilac bushes where you could make out the individual petals. There were even small animal depictions mixed in to add to the ambiance. You felt like you were walking in a magical garden. 

Every bit was breathtaking.  

As was your custom, Steve let you take the lead. You would flit between pieces, occasionally staring, divining the most subtle of touches as he smiles at you. Steve never told you but after every visit he made sure word got to the various artists about all of the details you loved, noticed and appreciated. He never told you because he was worried it would temper your reactions or make you feel guilty for not noticing more. But he knew you’d appreciate the artists getting their due praise. 

Your happiness was probably the most important thing in the world for him. You’d never once taken advantage of his power or money. You supported his plans and ideals. You were so much stronger than you thought. He smiles fondly at the memory of how nervous you were when you’d been “caught’ crashing his party. How your eyes widened in surprise when he finally got you to take him up on his offer. How deliciously evil your smirk was when you showed his guests that you were his partner, not his charity case. 

True to your word, you never did tell him who it was that put those ideas in your head. He did figure it out, though, and had to agree that Carter and Lane’s faces of anger and frustration were a lot more fun than not inviting them ever again. He had to give it to you, you know how to do revenge right. You really made his social obligations that much more fun and enjoyable, making it easier for him to do his work, support his communities, keep his people paid and well taken care of. 

There were still moments you doubted, though you tried to hide them. Steve hated that you could still doubt yourself, or doubt his intentions. He hoped tonight would help allay some of those. 

Flitting through the Garden you pause at one of the pathways and blink. A small table had been set out. There was a small bouquet of purple roses with a card. Steve refrains from chuckling as he watches you circle the table, trying to figure out if it’s part of the display. Your eyes light up when you get close enough to see your first and last name on the card. You look to Steve and he nods as he moves behind you. 

Opening the card it reads, “turn around”. You do, confusion giving way to surprise as you see the open box in Steve’s hand. Inside is a gorgeous golden ring, made to look like a hummingbird holding a blue diamond. Your hand flies up to your face in shock as tears start forming in the corners of your eyes. You search his face for any indication he’s not serious or has hesitations. Of course you find none.  

“Y-you, you mean it, Steve?”

“I do, Hummingbird.”

You hold out your left hand and he gently places the ring on your finger. Of course it’s a perfect fit. Just like with the dress you’re wearing now, Steve has always been able to size you up. You smile, eyes full of happy tears, before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. 

“Thank you, Steve.”

“No thanks needed, Hummingbird. You saying ‘yes’ is all I need.”

The second you had gotten home he helped you out of your dress and started kissing every inch of you. He’d ended up not being able to wait for the bedroom and bent you over the back of the couch, smacking your butt-cheeks until they were sore and your pussy was dripping wet for him. He’d barely undone his zipper before shoving himself into you, making you cry out in pleasure at the stretch. 

“You always feel so good,” he grunts as he keeps slamming into you. “Always able to take me so well, like the good girl you are.” You can barely hear him over your own lewd moans. He reaches around your hips and starts playing with your pearl, making you cry out appreciatively. 

His other hand goes to your throat and moves so your back is right up against him. “Look so fucking pretty with that ring on your finger. Can’t wait to make it official. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” 

“Yes, please, Sir,” you pant. “Please mark me as yours.”

“So fucking pretty when you beg,” he nips at your skin. “Come for me, Hummingbird.” Your response is immediate and he groans as your walls clench around him. “Always feels so damn good,” he grumbles. His hips stutter as he finds his own release and he starts kissing along your back. “So good for me. So wonderful.”

He pulls out slowly and your whine is replaced by a gasp as he pushes his fingers into your pussy. 

“Not gonna let a single drop spill out,” he states. “Gonna mark you in every way, Hummingbird.”

“Yes, Sir,” you gasp. “Yes, please mark me with your come, Sir! Want everyone to know I belong to you!”

Instead of switching to aftercare mode Steve gets you to the bedroom and gently pushes you onto the bed. You proudly note that you’ve ruined his pants with your slick. Steve lays over you, one of his arms holding his weight, the other continuing to play with your oversensitive pussy. 

“Yes! Yes! YES,” you scream as Steve makes you come on his fingers yet again. 

“I don’t recall giving you permission, Hummingbird,” Steve snarls as he nips the skin on your neck. “You’re gonna have to make that up to me.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you moan, fighting the urge to pull away from Steve’s hand that hasn’t stopped. You’re so sensitive it’s almost painful but Steve’s hands have always made you feel so good. So have his lips, his arms, his everything.

He stands up away from the bed, finally removing his fingers. You’re simultaneously grateful for the reprieve and missing the fullness his fingers gave you. 

“On all fours, facing me,” he orders and you move quickly to obey. He undresses and you let yourself ogle at his figure. You’re not surprised he’s already hard again as you wait for your next order, mouth open. “Always so eager for me,” he chuckles. 

“Yes, Sir. Just for you.”

Steve puts his hands on each side of your face as he shoves his erection into your mouth. You lick, hollow your cheeks, moan, whatever you can to make sure it feels good for him. You love when he uses your mouth so roughly you’re left hoarse for hours. He fucks your mouth with abandon as you focus your energy on keeping yourself from collapsing. You can feel yourself leaking down your thighs and it only makes everything feel more debauched, more erotic, more pleasurable. 

You can tell Steve’s ready to come and prepare yourself but he pulls out of your mouth. You whine and his hands guide your face to look at his. “No whining, Hummingbird. Only one of your holes is getting my come. Now get on your back.”

“Y-yes, Sir,” you croak as you move to obey. You’re slower than he’d like but he recognizes that you’re dazed and strokes himself as he watches you. 

As soon as you’re on your back he pushes your knees to your chest and thrusts into your pussy. You moan appreciatively, though he doesn’t give you time to adjust. His eyes are fixated on where your bodies meet and he’s relentless in his movements. One of his hands moves to your overly sensitive clit and starts rubbing. You gasp at the sensation and he groans as you clench down on him. 

It doesn’t take long for you to become a babbling mess of, “please, Sir,” “yes, SIr,” “thank you, SIr,” “need to come, Sir, please!” 

“Go ahead, Hummingbird, come all over my cock. Push me over the edge.”

“Thank you, Sir,” you scream as you fall apart. You’re so lost in your own pleasure you don’t hear Steve’s pants and grunts as he spills into you. 

The next morning you wake up in Steve’s arms and smile at the ring on your finger. You snuggle in closer to him and he sleepily kisses your hair.

"Good morning, Mrs. Rogers," he coos.

"We're not married yet," you gently chide.

"No, but we will be soon enough. And hopefully by then we can start looking into making a nursery." You feel your thighs clench at his words and he chuckles, "maybe should go a few more rounds to make sure it sticks."

Part 7 -- Epilogue

Series Masterlist

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@alicedopey; @aryhyuuga; @cynic-spirit; @icefrozendeadlyqueen @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory; @ktficworld; @leryg0; @rayofdawnworld; @rebekahdawkins; @texmexdarling

#mob boss!steve rogers #mob!steve rogers #mafia!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #mob!steve rogers x reader

[battyaboutbooksreviews]

🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in March 2024 🌈

🌈 Good afternoon, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

[ Release dates may have changed. ]

❤️ Shift: A Memoir of Identity and Other Illusions - Penny Guisinger 🧡 Tempting Olivia - Clare Ashton 💛 Monilinia - Free Mints 💚 Guillaume - Aurora Dimitre 💙 The Marble Queen - Anna Kopp & Gabrielle Kari 💜 The Baker & the Bard - Fern Haught ❤️ Rainbow! - Sunny & Gloom 🧡 The Safe Zone - Amy Marsden 💛 The Weavers of Alamaxa - Hadeer Elsbai 💙 The No-Girlfriend Rule - Christen Randall 💜 A Different Kind of Brave by Lee Wind 🌈 Cirque du Slay - Rob Osler ❤️ Wizard’s Debt - Niranjan 🧡 One Last Breath - Ginny Myers Sain 💛 Nothing Special - Katie Cook 💚 I Feel Awful, Thanks - Lara Pickle 💙 The Tower - Flora Carr 💜 Be the Sea - Clara Ward ❤️ What Grows in the Dark - Jaq Evans 🧡 Heirs of Bone and Sea - Kay Adams 💛 The Haunting of Velkwood - Gwendolyn Kiste 💙 Thunder Song - Sasha taqwšəblu LaPointe 💜 Mona of the Manor - Armistead Maupin 🌈 Like Happiness - Ursula Villarreal-Moura

❤️ Ellipses - Vanessa Lawrence 🧡 Saint, Sorrow, Sinner - Freydís Moon 💛 Blood & Brujas - Mikayla D. Hornedo 💚 Infinity Kings - Adam Silvera 💙 Really Cute People - Markus Harwood-Jones 💜 How You Were Born - Kate Cayley ❤️ These Bodies Between Us - Sarah Van Name 🧡 Icarus - K. Ancrum 💛 The Emperor and the Endless Palace - Justinian Huang 💙 How Not to Date an Angel - Lana Kole 💜 Enemy Colours - R.M. Olson 🌈 Broken Parts Included - Alyson Root

❤️ Who's Afraid of Gender? - Judith Butler 🧡 The Duke’s Cowboy - Andrew Grey 💛 The Secret Something - Emily Wright 💚 Colstead & Andie - Olivia Janae 💙 Play It Again, Ma’am - Sienna Waters 💜 Love Is…? - K.J. Wrights ❤️ Welcome to Forever - Nathan Tavares 🧡 Just Another Epic Love Poem - Parisa Akhbari 💛 The Phoenix Bride - Natasha Siegel 💙 These Letters End in Tears - Musih Tedji Xaviere 💜 Truly Home - J.J. Hale 🌈 Monster Mixer - Robin Jo Margaret

❤️ The House of Hidden Meanings - RuPaul 🧡 Promised to the Queen - Barbara Winkes 💛 A Conclave of Crimson - Nicole Eigener & Beverley Lee 💚 A Hunt of Blood and Iron - Cara Nox 💙 The Fealty of Monsters - Ladz 💜 Ariel Crashes a Train - Olivia A. Cole ❤️ Those Beyond the Wall - Micaiah Johnson 🧡 Dancing Toward Stardust - Julia Underwood 💛 Heir to Dreams & Darkness - Ben Alderson 💙 Comet Cruise - Niska Morrow 💜 Dead Girls Walking - Sami Ellis 🌈 Blackout - Carlos E. Rivera

❤️ Monster Crush - Erin Ellie Franey 🧡 Blessed Water - Margot Douaihy 💛 These Fragile Graces, This Fugitive Heart - Izzy Wasserstein 💚 Kiss of Seduction - Rawnie Sabor 💙 Sunbringer - Hannah Kaner 💜 Evacuation to Love - C.A. Popovich ❤️ Sin - Brooke Matthews 🧡 Falls from Grace - Ruby Landers 💛 Lean in to Love - Catherine Lane 💙 A Small Apocalypse - Laura Chow Reeve 💜 Cascade Failure - L.M. Sagas 🌈 The Mars House - Natasha Pulley

❤️ All This Time - Sage Donnell 🧡 The Romance Lovers Book Club - MA Binfield 💛 View from the Top - Morgan Adams 💚 Number Call - Nagisa Furuya 💙 Crossing Bridges - Chelsey Lynford 💜 The Boyfriend Subscription - Steven Salvatore ❤️ Love the World or Get Killed Trying - Alvina Chamberland 🧡 Synthetic Sea - Franklyn S. Newton 💛 The Prince & His Stolen Groom - J.E. Ridge 💙 Chrysalis and Requiem - Quinton Li 💜 Where Sleeping Girls Lie - Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé 🌈 A Botanical Daughter - Noah Medlock

❤️ Wednesday Nights - by Donna Jay 🧡 The Woods All Black - Lee Mandelo 💛 Song of the Huntress - Lucy Holland 💚 Rainbow Black - Maggie Thrash 💙 Spirits & Sunflowers - A.D. Armistead & Austin Daniel 💜 Floating Hotel - Grace Curtis ❤️ Far From Camelot - Rylee Hale 🧡 This Way to Change - Jezz Chung 💛 Mexican Bird - Luis Lopez-Maldonado 💙 Android Affection: Unveiling - Beau Van Dalen 💜 Welcome to the Damned - Astraea Long 🌈 She Came for Blood - Darva Green

❤️ Cover Story - Rachel Lacey 🧡 The Poisons We Drink - Bethany Baptiste 💛 The Perfect Guy Doesn't Exist - Sophie Gonzales 💚 In Walked Trouble - Dana Hawkins 💙 Never Leave, Never Lie - Thea Verdone 💜 Guardian: Zhen Hun - Priest ❤️ All the World Beside - Garrard Conley 🧡 Rainbows, Unicorns, and Triangles - Jessica Kingsley Publishers 💛 The Feast Makers - H.A. Clarke 💙 Synthetic Sea - Franklyn S. Newton 💜 All the Painted Stars - Emma Denny 🌈 A Hard Sell - Jennifer Moffatt

#book releases #queer fiction #queer books #queer romance #queer community #queer #sapphic #sapphic books #sapphic romance #wlw romance #wlw fiction #gay romance #gay pride #lesbian romance #lesbian pride #lesbian books #lesbian fiction #batty about books #battyaboutbooks #books #book list

[comfort-clubhouse]

NEW Comfort Characters List

Oggy (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Little Miss Sunshine, Little Miss Shy, Little Miss Tiny, Little Miss Splendid, Little Miss Dotty, Little Miss Hug (Little Miss)

Mr Happy, Mr Nonsense, Mr Impossible (Mr Men)

Mr Quiet (Mr Men Show)

Mr Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Mr Funny (Mr Men Show)

Little Miss Giggles (Mr Men Show)

Hello Kitty, Cinnamoroll, Keroppi, Chococat, Gudetama, Fifi, Mimmy White, Mama White, Papa White, Grandma White, Grandpa White (Sanrio)

My Melody (Sanrio/Onegai My Melody)

Kuromi (Sanrio/Onegai My Melody)

My Sweet Piano (Sanrio/Onegai My Melody)

Pusheen The Cat

Shirousa, Kurousa, Strawberryusa, Blueberryusa, Momousa, Vanilla, Aousa, Pandausa, Balletusa, Primausa (Sugarbunnies)

Miffy

ENA (Season 1/Dream BBQ)

Moony (ENA)

Hourglass Dogs (ENA)

Shepherd (ENA)

Humf

Uncle Hairy (Humf)

Flora (Humf)

Humf's Parents (Humf)

SCP-049 (SCP)

SCP-999 (SCP)

SCP-053 (SCP)

SCP-131 (SCP)

Boyfriend (FNF)

Girlfriend (FNF)

Tabi (FNF)

Carol (FNF)

Sunday (FNF)

Hex (FNF)

QT (FNF)

Nikusa (FNF)

Solazar (FNF)

Annie (FNF)

Garcello (FNF)

Rascal (FNF)

Chris (FNF)

Sarvente (FNF)

Ruv (FNF)

Selever (FNF)

Rasazy (FNF)

Pom Pom (FNF)

Ash (FNF)

Boy and Girl (FNF)

Cassette Girl (FNF)

Dr Springheel (FNF)

Nikku (FNF)

Tankman (Tankmen Series)

Soft BF (FNF: Soft)

Soft Mouse (FNF: Soft)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Skid (Spooky Month)

Pump (Spooky Month)

Lila (Spooky Month)

Jaune (Spooky Month)

John (Spooky Month)

Robert (Spooky Month)

Streber (Spooky Month)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)(Favourite villain)

Hat Kid (Hat In Time)

Snatcher (Hat In Time)(Favourite villain)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Charlie (Smiling Friends)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

Lazlo (Camp Lazlo)

Edward (Camp Lazlo)

Gretchen (Camp Lazlo)

SpongeBob SquarePants

Patrick Star (SpongeBob)

Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob)

Gary (SpongeBob)

Karen (SpongeBob)

Plankton (SpongeBob)(Favourite villain)

Mindy (SpongeBob)

Mr Krabs (SpongeBob)

Mario (Mario/DIC Cartoons)

Luigi (Mario/DIC Cartoons/Movie)

Yoshi (Mario/DIC Cartoons)

Peach (Mario)

Daisy (Mario)

Wario (Mario)

Toad (Mario)

Bowser (Mario/Movie)(Favourite villain)

Bowser Jr (Mario)(Favourite villain)

Boo (Mario)

King Boo (Mario)(Favourite villain)

Rosalina (Mario)

Lumas (Mario)

Count Bleck (Mario)

Tippi (Mario)

Lumalee (Mario Movie)

Giuseppe (Mario Movie)

Bow, Watt, Koops (Paper Mario)

Polterpup (Luigi's Mansion)

Rabbid Rosalina (Mario + Rabbids)

King Koopa (Mario DIC Cartoons)(Favourite villain)

Oogtar (Mario DIC Cartoons)

Sonic (Sonic/AOSTH/Movie)

Tails (Sonic/AOSTH/Movie)

Amy Rose (Sonic)

Dr Eggman (Sonic)(Favourite villain)

Cream (Sonic)

Chao (Sonic)

Vanilla (Sonic)

Chip (Sonic)

Vector (Sonic)

Orbot (Sonic)

Cubot (Sonic)

Sage (Sonic)

Zazz (Sonic)(Favourite villain)

Zavok (Sonic)(Favourite villain)

Tails Doll (Sonic)

Knuckles, Tom Wachowski, Maddie Wachowski, Dr Robotnik(Favourite villain) (Sonic Movie)

Wes Weasley (Adventures Of Sonic The Hedgehog)

Po, Laa-Laa (Teletubbies)

Snorky, Fleegle (Banana Splits)

Rilakkuma

Donutella

Captain N, Simon Belmont (Captain N Series)

Rayman (Rayman/Animated Series/Captain Laserhawk)

Globox, Grand Minimus, Ales Mansay (Rayman)

Betina, Flips (Rayman The Animated Series)

Red Guy (DHMIS)

Duck Guy (DHMIS)

Colin The Computer (DHMIS)

Sketchbook (DHMIS)

Electracey (DHMIS)

Lesley (DHMIS)

Bread Mother (DHMIS)

Postman Pat, Jess (Postman Pat)

Fifi (Fifi and the Flowertots)

Spud (Bob The Builder)

Numbuh 3 (Kids Next Door)

Numbuh 5 (Kids Next Door)

Mushi Sanban (Kids Next Door)(Favourite villain)

Maurice (Kids Next Door)

Monty Uno (Kids Next Door)

Father (Kids Next Door)(Favourite villain)

Delightful Children From Down The Lane (Kids Next Door)(Favourite villains)

Interesting Twins From Beneath The Mountain (Kids Next Door)(Favourite villains)

Bambi (Bambi)

Thumper (Bambi)

Faline (Bambi)

505 (Villainous)

White Hat (Villainous)

Demencia (Villainous)(Favourite villain)

Black Hat (Villainous)(Favourite villain)

Goliath (Gargoyles)

Chudd Chudders (Skatoony)

The Earl (Skatoony)

T-Bone (Skatoony)

DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)(Favourite villain)

Kirby

Meta Knight (Kirby)

Tootie, Plex (Yo Gabba Gabba)

Mio Mao

Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Eda Clawthorne (Owl House)

Willow (Owl House)

King (Owl House)

Raine Whispers (Owl House)

Collector (Owl House)

Emperor Belos (Owl House)(Favourite villain)

Lilith Clawthorne (Owl House)

Anne Boonchuy (Amphibia)

Marcy Wu (Amphibia)

Sasha Waybright (Amphibia)

Sprig Plantar (Amphibia)

King Andrias (Amphibia)

Olivia (Amphibia)

Hop Pop Plantar (Amphibia)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy and Mandy)

Jack O Lantern (Grim Adventures Of Billy and Mandy)(Favourite villain)

Mickey Mouse

Minnie Mouse (Mickey Mouse)

Daisy Duck (Mickey Mouse)

Goofy (Mickey Mouse)

Pluto (Mickey Mouse)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Ortensia The Cat

Mugman (Cuphead Show)

Devil (Cuphead Show)(Favourite villain)

Baroness Von Bon Bon (Cuphead Show)

Sally Stageplay (Cuphead Show)

Ms Chalice (Cuphead Show)

MX (Mario.EXE)(Favourite villain)

GB (Mario.EXE)(Favourite villain)

Lucas (Mario 85)

Mario.EXE(Favourite villain), Coronation Day Peach(Favourite Villain) (Mario.EXE/Mario's Madness)

Pac-Man

Inky (Pac-Man)

Gingy (Shrek)

Matt (Eddsworld)

Tord (Eddsworld)(Favourite villain)

Matilda (Eddsworld/Ellsworld)

Eduardo (Eddsworld)

Zanta Claws (Eddsworld)(Favourite villain)

Ringo (Eddsworld)

Edd (Eddsworld)

Tom (Eddsworld)

Pocoyo

Nina (Pocoyo)

Lord X (Sonic.EXE)(Favourite villain)

Curse (Sonic.EXE)

Hog (Sonic.EXE)

NormalCD (Sonic.EXE)

Majin Sonic

Mao Mao (Mao Mao: HOPH)

Adorabat (Mao Mao: HOPH)

Badgerclops (Mao Mao: HOPH)

Shin Mao (Mao Mao: HOPH)

Eugene (Mao Mao: HOPH)

Edd/Double D, Nazz (Ed, Edd N Eddy)

Dawko, CookieSwirlC, Jaiden Animations, RRcherrypie, RME Music Channel, Kristers Viļums, Janet HQ, Zer0_Gacha/FrozenPhantom, Blazeplayz/All mighty hobo, King of creepypasta, DylantheSpiderWolf, NashiroThePenguin, 💜Poke_Tv🖤, []Kiara cutie❤️[], Fluffle Puff, Añćä, SMG4, GLITCH, Xx_Amanda_xX, SSGSS Marioftw, WiiLikeToPlay, Kitty Ashley, Marc martinez the su!c?de mouse fan, e/.anormalhuman, Jay productions,°•[PDC_FOREVER]•°,°Just_an_autistic_idiot°, DAGAMES, CG5, CK9C, PR!NC3 P!lLL, VanossGaming, Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, jacknjellify, AnimationEpic, Katie Ryan, Welp I'm Spooky, Rosanna Pansino, Or30, Vivziepop, WolfyChu, SweetoToons, atsuover, Nicky Tate, Sr Pelo, VanillaHamHam, PedramDoesStuff, mashed, Ashley Nichols Art, Emirichu, GinjaNinjaOwO, ☆ShadowsFluffyChestFur☆, So Yummy (YouTubers)

ThAt1!FnFfan, .ImSea/THE JUMPMAN MX 85, Mr Knight/Moon Knight, Hedgehog Friend, king_dice3245 the hedgehog (YouTuber/Discord)

Mikar Rvif, Vi🌙 (Discord)

Robert Englund, Charles Martinet, Wendie Malick, Frank Welker, Keith David, Makiko Ohmoto, Kevin Michael Richardson, Clancy Brown, Jeffrey Combs, Tara Strong, Grey DeLisle, Michael Rosen, Marty Grabstein, Jason Alexander, Mark Hamill, Greg Eagles, Mel Winkler, Tom Kenny, Joey D'Auria, Richard Horvitz, Lex Lang, Elsie Lovelock, Harry Hill, Susan Sheridan, Awkwafina, Paul Schoeffler, Bill Nye, Justin Fletcher, Michael Jackson, Daft Punk, Marc Thompson, Brandon Rogers, Jonathan Freeman (Celebrities)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Penny Ling (Littlest Pet Shop)

Sayori (DDLC)

Monika (DDLC)

Gabriel (Ultrakill)

Raiden (Metal Gear)

Garfield, Odie (Garfield)

Sam & Max

Spot The Dog

Woolly & Tig

Raiden, Sub Zero, Scorpion (Mortal Kombat)

Francis (Felidae)

Doofenshmirtz (Phineas & Ferb)

Katz (Courage The Cowardly Dog)(Favourite villain)

Courage (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Le Quack (Courage The Cowardly Dog)(Favourite villain)

Freaky Fred (Courage The Cowardly Dog)(Favourite villain)

Bunny (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Kitty (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Muriel Bagge (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Computer (Courage The Cowardly Dog)

Black Puddle Queen (Courage The Cowardly Dog)(Favourite villain)

Bubbles (Powerpuff Girls)

HIM (Powerpuff Girls)(Favourite villain)

Share Bear (Care Bears)

Wish Bear (Care Bears)

Rick (Rick and Morty)

Zim (Invader Zim)

Komi Shouko (Komi Can't Communicate)

Najimi Osana (Komi Can't Communicate)

Komi Shuuko (Komi Can't Communicate)

Tadano Hitohito (Komi Can't Communicate)

Emily (Thomas The Tank Engine(Model)

Percy (Thomas The Tank Engine(Model)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Slappy (Goosebumps)(Favourite villain)

Lost Silver, Strangled Red (Poképasta)

Misfortune (Little Misfortune)

Hypno (Pokémon/Poképasta)

Jigglypuff, Pikachu, Darkrai, Mew, Buneary, Iris, Alice, Alicia, Celebi, Jirachi, Riolu, Lucario, Manaphy, Latios, Latias, Piplup, Dwebble, Diancie, Wynaut, Togepi, Zorua, Minccino, Cinccino, Pawmi, Axew, Emolga, Chikorita, Torchic, Cosmog, Pachirisu, Komala, Bianca, Ralts, Mudkip, Eevee, Sylveon, Altaria, Swablu, Quaxly, Misdreavus, Gengar (Pokémon)

Wall-E, EVE (Wall-E)

Six (Little Nightmares)

Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty)(Favourite villain)

Jaq, Gus (Cinderella)

Pomni, Ragatha, Gangle, Jax, Caine (Amazing Digital Circus)

The Cat (Coraline)

Optimus Prime (Transformers)

N, Cyn (Murder Drones)

Gizmo (Gremlins)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust, Alastor, Nifty, Lucifer, Rosie, Fat Nuggets, Husk, Keekee, Emily, Zestial, Velvette (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, Paimon, Collin, Queen Bee-Zlebub, Vortex, Octavia, Oliver, Loona (Helluva Boss)

Frost Queen Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Clover Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Onion Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Squid Ink Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Cream Puff Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Parfait Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Strawberry Crepe Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Cherry Blossom Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run: Kingdom)

Scar, Lex Woods (Alien Vs Predator)

Giulia, Luca (Luca)

Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Nezuko Kamado (Demon Slayer)

Zenitsu (Demon Slayer)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

NOS-4-A2 (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)(Favourite villain)

Zurg (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)(Favourite villain)

Woody (Toy Story)

Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

Jessie (Toy Story)

Mr Potato Head (Toy Story)

Mrs Potato Head (Toy Story)

Slinky (Toy Story)

Buttercup (Toy Story)

Trixie (Toy Story)

Bonnie (Toy Story)

Little Green Men (Toy Story)

Dolly (Toy Story)

Bunny and Ducky (Toy Story)

Peep (Peep and The Big Wide World)

Totoro (My Neighbour Totoro)

Goku (Dragon Ball Z)

Chichi (Dragon Ball Z)

Vegeta (Dragon Ball Z)

Krillin (Dragon Ball Z)

Master Crane, Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda)

Scarecrow (DC/Arkhamverse/TNBA/BTAS/Nolanverse/Fear State/Brave and The Bold/Injustice 2/Happy Halloween Scooby Doo/Harley Quinn Series/Tim Sale)(Favourite villain)

Mad Hatter (DC/BTAS)(Favourite villain)

Baby Doll (DC/BTAS)(Favourite villain)

Ventriloquist & Scarface (DC/BTAS)(Favourite villains)

Alice (DC/BTAS)

Joker (DC/BTAS/The Batman Series)(Favourite villain)

Ragdoll (DC/The Batman Series)(Favourite villain)

Catwoman (DC/The Batman Series)(Favourite villain)

Penguin (DC/The Batman Series (Favourite villain)

Riddler (DC/The Batman Series)(Favourite villain)

Harley Quinn (DC/Harley Quinn Series/Injustice 2/MultiVersus)(Favourite villain/anti-hero)

Ghoul (DC/Batman Beyond)(Favourite villain)

Question (DC/Justice League Unlimited)

Huntress (DC/Justice League Unlimited)

Scream Queen (DC/Batman: Brave and The Bold)(Favourite villain)

Red Hood (DC/Injustice 2)

Green Arrow (DC/Injustice 2)

Starfire (DC/Teen Titans)

King Shark (DC/Harley Quinn Series)(Favourite villain)

Jake, Mee Mow, Princess Bubblegum (Adventure Time)

Chikn Nuggit, Cheezborger, Slushi, Bezel, Cofi (Chikn Nuggit)

Drakken (Kim Possible)(Favourite villain)

Elvira Mistress Of The Dark

Narrator (Stanley Parable)

Medic, Sniper (Team Fortress 2)

Rick (Rick & Morty)

Wheatley (Portal)

Peppino (Pizza Tower)

Vigilante (Pizza Tower)

Noise (Pizza Tower)

Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower)

Rarity (My Little Pony)

Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony)

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony)

Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

Princess Celestia (My Little Pony)

Apple Bloom (My Little Pony)

Granny Smith (My Little Pony)

Discord (My Little Pony)

Thorax (My Little Pony)

Ocellus (My Little Pony)

Silverstream (My Little Pony)

Apple Blossom (Shopkins)

Strawberry Kiss (Shopkins)

Kooky Cookie (Shopkins)

Spilt Milk (Shopkins)

Milk Bud (Shopkins)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Sippy Sips (Shopkins)

Choc and Chip (Shopkins)

Buncho Bananas (Shopkins)

Jessicake (Shopkins)

Donatina (Shopkins)

Peppa Mint (Shopkins)

Mr Stitchy, Clowny (PIGGY)

Screech, Seek (DOORS)

Orange (RAINBOW FRIENDS)

Agatha (Dark Deception)

Lambie (Doc McStuffins)

Fink, Shannon, Darrell, Professor Venomous(Favourite villain), Boxman(Favourite villain), Red Action (O.K KO)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Grammy Norma (The Lorax)

Freddy Krueger (Nightmare On Elm Street)

Jason Voorhess (Friday The 13th)

Pamela Voorhess (Friday The 13th)

Michael Myers (Halloween)

Leatherface (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Chop Top Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

Needlem0use, Luther, Sarah Henderson (Needlem0use)

Anton (ANTONBLAST)

Filburt, Rocko, Spunky (Rocko's Modern Life)

Pops (Regular Show)

Eileen (Regular Show)

Hi Five Ghost (Regular Show)

Mirabel Madrigal (Encanto)

Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Antonio Madrigal (Encanto)

Bruno Madrigal (Encanto)

Meilin Lee (Turning Red)

Abby Park (Turning Red)

Bluey (Bluey)

Bingo (Bluey)

Chilli (Bluey)

Bandit (Bluey)

Muffin (Bluey)

Socks (Bluey)

Brandy (Bluey)

Radley (Bluey)

Frisky (Bluey)

Calypso (Bluey)

Rusty (Bluey)

Lila (Bluey)

Pom Pom (Bluey)

Lilo (Lilo and Stitch)

Stitch (Lilo and Stitch)

Angel (Lilo and Stitch)

Pleakley (Lilo and Stitch)

Rebecca Rabbit, Zuzu and Zaza, Emily Elephant, Edmond Elephant (Peppa Pig)

Brandy and Mr Whiskers

Big and Small

Holly, Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Mort, Gia, Melman, Stefano, Alex, Skipper, Kowalski, Rico, Private, Corporal (Madagascar)

Scratch, Molly McGee (Ghost and Molly McGee)

Spawn (Image Comics)

Cyan Fitzgerald (Image Comics/Todd McFarlane's Spawn Series)

Hades (Hercules)(Favourite villain)

Jafar (Aladdin)(Favourite villain)

Iago (Aladdin)

Genie (Aladdin)

Horned King (The Black Cauldron)(Favourite villain)

Kissy Missy (Poppy Playtime)

Boogie Bot (Poppy Playtime)

Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

Candy Cat (Poppy Playtime)

Hoppy Hopscotch, Dogday (Smiling Critters/Poppy Playtime)

Moon Knight, Mr Knight (Marvel/Moon Knight)

Peni Parker (Marvel/Spider Verse)

Doc Ock (Marvel/Spectacular Spider Man)(Favourite villain)

Vulture (Marvel/Spectacular Spider Man)(Favourite villain)

Electro (Marvel/Spectacular Spider Man)(Favourite villain)

Shocker (Marvel/Spectacular Spider Man)(Favourite villain)

Tinkerer (Marvel/Spectacular Spider Man)(Favourite villain)

Aunt May (Marvel/Spectacular Spider Man)

Eddie Brock/Venom (Marvel/Venom Movie)

Baby Groot (MCU)

Rocket Raccoon (MCU)

Jeffrey the Land Shark (Marvel/It's Jeff Comics)

Karen McCormick (South Park)

Butters Scotch (South Park)

Penny Proud (Proud Family)

Oscar Proud (Proud Family)

Suga Mama (Proud Family)

Mike/Svetlana/Manitoba Smith/Mal (Total Drama)

Zoey (Total Drama)

Izzy (Total Drama)

Cameron (Total Drama)

Jasmine (Total Drama)

Chris McLean (Total Drama)(Favourite villain)

Garnet (Steven Universe)

Amethyst (Steven Universe)

Pearl (Steven Universe)

Peridot (Steven Universe)

Rainbow Quartz (Steven Universe)

Greg (Steven Universe)

Lapis Lazuli (Steven Universe)

Chiaki Nanami (Danganronpa)

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Monokuma (Danganronpa)(Favourite villain)

Monomi/Usami (Danganronpa)

Sailor Moon

Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon)

Artemis (Sailor Moon)

Luna (Sailor Moon)

Diana (Sailor Moon)

Secret History Tails(Favourite villain), Secret History Mario(Favourite villain) (Mashed)

Roy (ROY Series)

Loid (Spy X Family)

Anya (Spy X Family)

Yor (Spy X Family)

Bond (Spy X Family)

Pixie (Pixie and Brutus)

Brutus (Pixie and Brutus)

Lola (Pixie and Brutus)

Hugo (Pixie and Brutus)

Felix (Wreck It Ralph)

King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing)

Timmy and Tommy Nook (Animal Crossing)

Rover (Animal Crossing)

Gidget (Secret Life Of Pets)

Daisy (Secret Life Of Pets)

Chloe (Secret Life Of Pets)

Ember (Elemental)

Daycare Attendant/Sun/Moon (FNAF)

Foxy (FNAF)

Funtime Freddy (FNAF)

Circus Baby (FNAF)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)(Favourite villain)

Mabel (Gravity Falls)

Wendy (Gravity Falls)

Eric Duckman (Duckman Series)

Slender Man (Creepypasta)

Splendor Man (Creepypasta)

Jeff The Killer (Creepypasta)

Laughing Jack (Creepypasta)

Sally (Creepypasta)

Lulu (Creepypasta)

Elmo (Sesame Street)

Cookie Monster (Sesame Street)

Big Bird (Sesame Street)

Julia (Sesame Street)

Ms Piggy, Swedish Chef (Muppets)

Bubble, Ice Cube (BFDI)

4 (BFB)

X (BFB)

Cake (BFB)

Lollipop (BFB)

Winner, Price Tag (BFB/TPOT)

Lightbulb (Inanimate Insanity)

Paintbrush (Inanimate Insanity)

MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Bow/Bot (Inanimate Insanity)

Paper (Inanimate Insanity)

Test Tube (Inanimate Insanity)

Silver Spoon (Inanimate Insanity)

Clover (Inanimate Insanity)

Goo (Inanimate Insanity)

Candle (Inanimate Insanity)

Tune (Object Mayhem)

Shelly (Brawl Of The Objects)

Brownie (Battle For Isle Of Sleep)

Orbulon (Warioware)

Ashley (Warioware)

Kat & Ana (Warioware)

9-Volt (Warioware)

Penny (Warioware)

Wallace (Wallace and Gromit)

Gromit (Wallace and Gromit)

Wendolene Ramsbottom (Wallace and Gromit)

Lady Tottington (Wallace and Gromit)

Hutch (Wallace and Gromit)

Feathers McGraw (Wallace and Gromit) (Favourite villain)

Penny (TAWOG)

Sans (Undertale)

Papyrus (Undertale)

Toriel (Undertale)

Mettaton (Undertale)

Napstablook (Undertale)

Asriel (Undertale)

Alphys (Undertale)

Ralsei (Deltarune)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Grizzly Bear (We Bare/Baby Bears)

Panda (We Bare/Baby Bears)

Ice Bear (We Bare/Baby Bears)

Chloe (We Bare Bears)

Agent Trout (We Bare Bears)(Favourite villain)

Jared (We Baby Bears)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Sniffles (Happy Tree Friends)

Lammy (Happy Tree Friends)

Cub (Happy Tree Friends)

Neo Cortex (Crash Bandicoot)(Favourite villain)

Aku Aku (Crash Bandicoot)

Dingodile (Crash Bandicoot)

Pasadena O'Possum (Crash Bandicoot)

N-Gin (Crash Bandicoot)(Favourite villain)

Lani-Loli (Crash Bandicoot)

Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Crash Bandicoot

Ochaco Uraraka, Momo Yaoyorozu, Eijirou Kirishima, Tsuyu Asui, Hawks, Mirio Togata, Present Mic, Shota Aizawa, Ms Joke, Eri, Kota Izumi, Tomura Shigaraki(Favourite villain), Toga Himiko(Favourite villain), Dabi(Favourite villain), Inko Midoriya, Ordinary Woman, Spinner(Favourite villain), Tenya Ida (MHA)

Claire Foley (Prof Layton)

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Hanazuki

Kiyoshi (Hanazuki)

Yellow Hemka (Hanazuki)

Pink Hemka (Hanazuki)

Light Blue Hemka (Hanazuki)

Blue Hemka (Hanazuki)

Raspberry Hemka (Hanazuki)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)

Tweety Bird (Looney Tunes)

Marvin The Martian (Looney Tunes)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Flapjack (Misadventures Of Flapjack)

Charles Calvin (Henry Stickmin)

Right Hand Man (Henry Stickmin)

Reginald Copperbottom (Henry Stickmin)

Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)(Favourite villain)

Ellie Rose (Henry Stickmin)

Mr Shark (The Bad Guys)

Mrs Tarantula (The Bad Guys)

Diane Foxington (The Bad Guys)

Wolf (The Bad Guys)

Miraitowa (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Someity (Tokyo 2020 Mascot)

Bing Dwen Dwen (Beijing 2022 Mascot)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Mascot)

Meggy, Tari, Melony, Karen, Axol (SMG4)

Blackie (Nightmare Cafe)

Dr Nefarious (Ratchet and Clank)(Favourite villain)

EteleD, Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Connor, Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Poppet (Moshi Monsters)

Luvli (Moshi Monsters)

Jeepers (Moshi Monsters)

Shishi (Moshi Monsters)

Sleepypaws (Moshi Monsters)

Baby Rox (Moshi Monsters)

Roxy (Moshi Monsters)

Holga (Moshi Monsters)

Suey (Moshi Monsters)

Tomba (Moshi Monsters)

Kissy (Moshi Monsters)

Fifi (Moshi Monsters)

Dr Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)(Favourite villain)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

Nastasia (Cooking Mama)

Ichigo (Cooking Mama)

Yuto (Cooking Mama)

Moomintroll (Moomin)

Moominmamma (Moomin)

Moominpappa (Moomin)

Snorkmaiden (Moomin)

Snork (Moomin)

Snufkin (Moomin)

Joxter (Moomin)

Mrs Fillyjonk (Moomin)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Komajiro (Yo-Kai Watch)

Whisper (Yo-Kai Watch)

Hatsune Miku (Vocaloid)

Kasane Teto (Vocaloid)

Kagamine Rin (Vocaloid)

Tuffy (Tom and Jerry)

Tyke (Tom and Jerry)

Misty (Tom and Jerry)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Scooby Doo

Fred (Scooby Doo)

Madelyn Dinkley (Scooby Doo)

F, Y, P (Alphabet Lore)

Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)(Favourite villain)

Boris (BATIM)

Tom (BATIM)

Allison Angel (BATIM)

Bendy (BATDR)

Sulley (Monsters Inc)

Mike Wazowski (Monsters Inc)

Boo (Monsters Inc)

Puss In Boots

Kitty Softpaws (Puss In Boots)

Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Three Diablos (Puss In Boots)

Jack Horner (Puss In Boots)(Favourite villain)

Death (Puss In Boots)(Favourite villain)

Toothless (HTTYD)

Astrid (HTTYD)

Ruffnut and Tuffnut (HTTYD)

Valka (HTTYD)

Cloudjumper (HTTYD)

Gobber (HTTYD)

Hiccup (HTTYD)

Bender (Futurama)

Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair (Wednesday Series)

Molly, Milly, Chloe (Milly, Molly)

Major Dr Ghastly(Favourite villain/anti-villain), General Skarr(Favourite villain/anti-villain) (Evil Con Carne)

Unikitty, Puppycorn (Unikitty Series)

Viridi (Kid Icarus)

Scrooge McDuck (Ducktales)

Della Duck (Ducktales(2017)

Dewey Duck (Ducktales(2017)

Lena Sabrewing (Ducktales(2017)

Manny The Gargoyle (Ducktales(2017)

David Jones (Criminal Case)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

Cathy King (Criminal Case)

Samuel King (Criminal Case)

Eduardo Ramirez (Criminal Case)

Amy Young (Criminal Case)

Maddie O'Malley (Criminal Case)

Charles Dupont (Criminal Case)

Sunny (Criminal Case)

Margaret Littlewood (Criminal Case)

Tutter (Bear In The Big Blue House)

Chowder (Chowder Series)

Mung Daal (Chowder Series)

Shaun The Sheep

Timmy (Shaun The Sheep/Timmy Time)

Mittens (Timmy Time)

Otus (Timmy Time)

Apricot (Timmy Time)

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Sally (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Zero (Nightmare Before Christmas)

Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas)(Favourite villain)

Jack Sparrow (POTC)

Hector Barbossa (POTC)

Davy Jones (POTC)(Favourite villain)

Hank J Wimbleton (Madness Combat)

Tricky (Madness Combat)(Favourite villain)

Sanford (Madness Combat)

Deimos (Madness Combat)

Jebus (Madness Combat)

Happiness Hank (Madness Combat/Happiness Apotheosis)

Kedamono, Popee (Popee The Perfomer)

Imelda (Coco)

Frankie Stein (Monster High)

Catty Noir (Monster High)

Abbey Bominable (Monster High)

Dracalaura (Monster High)

Twyla (Monster High)

Madeline Hatter (Ever After High)

Kitty Cheshire (Ever After High)

Crystal Winter (Ever After High)

Bunny Blanc (Ever After High)

Lizzie Hearts (Ever After High)

Tessa (Skylanders)

Mags (Skylanders)

Eye Brawl (Skylanders)

Dr Krankcase (Skylanders)

Flynn (Skylanders)

Hugo (Skylanders)

Bart (Simpsons)

Maggie (Simpsons)

June Bellamy (Simpsons)

Krusty The Clown (Simpsons)

Groundskeeper Willie (Simpsons)

Sideshow Bob (Simpsons)(Favourite villain)

Sebastian (Little Mermaid)

Melody (Little Mermaid)

Ursula (Little Mermaid)(Favourite villain)

Cruella De Vil(Favourite villain), Lucky (101 Dalmatians)

Mrs Brown (Mrs Brown's Boys)

Joe Swanson, Jasper, Brian Griffin (Family Guy)

Cleveland Brown (Family Guy/Cleveland Show)

Tunip (Octonauts)

Chuck (Angry Birds)

Matilda (Angry Birds)

Leonard Mudbeard (Angry Birds)

Courtney (Angry Birds)

Zeta (Angry Birds)

Debbie (Angry Birds)

Garry (Angry Birds)

Nikki (Camp Camp)

Nerris (Camp Camp)

Ered (Camp Camp)

Max (Camp Camp)

Gwen (Camp Camp)

Victor Creel (Stranger Things)

Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Skeletor (He-Man)(Favourite villain)

Orko (He-Man)

Margaret, Felix (Andy's Apple Farm)

Mushu (Mulan)

Iroh (ATLA)

Suki (ATLA)

Momo (ATLA)

Toph (ATLA)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

Alya (Miraculous Ladybug)

Gabriel Agreste (Miraculous Ladybug)

Nathalie (Miraculous Ladybug)

Hermione (Harry Potter)

Evil Queen(Favourite villain), Dopey, Snow White (Snow White & Seven Dwarfs)

Bjorn, Splork, Kat Tut (Peggle)

Nigel (Wild Thornberrys)

Quasimodo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Esmeralda (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Claude Frollo (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)(Favourite villain)

Clopin Trouillefou (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Hugo, Victor and Laverne (Hunchback Of Notre Dame(Disney)

Lumiere (Beauty & The Beast)

Chip (Beauty & The Beast)

Fifi (Beauty & The Beast)

Klaus (American Dad)

Pinocchio (Pinocchio(1940)

Figaro (Pinocchio(1940)

Honest John (Pinocchio(1940)(Favourite villain)

Gideon (Pinocchio(1940)(Favourite villain)

Geppetto (Pinocchio(1940)

Winnie The Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Eeyore (Winnie The Pooh)

Mog, Owl (Meg & Mog)

Captain Hook(Favourite villain), Smee(Favourite villain) (Peter Pan)

Kronk (Emperor's New Groove)

Yzma (Emperor's New Groove)(Favourite villain)

Kuzco (Emperor's New Groove)

Trixie & Captain Cuddlepuss (Creature Comforts)

Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

Julie Joyful (Welcome Home)

Barnaby B Beagle (Welcome Home)

Rocky (Chicken Run)

Babs (Chicken Run)

Mrs Tweedy (Chicken Run)(Favourite villain)

Konata Izumi (Lucky Star)

Lucy Loud (Loud House)

Lynn Loud (Loud House)

Luan Loud (Loud House)

Rita (Flushed Away)

Spike (Flushed Away)(Favourite villain)

Cindy Lou Who (The Grinch(2017)

Nugget (Super Meat Boy)

Om Nom, Om Nelle, Nibble Nom (Cut The Rope/Om Nom Stories)

Swampy, Allie (Where's My Water/Swampy's Underground Adventures)

Linus (Peanuts)

Woodstock (Peanuts)

Dory, Deb (Finding Nemo)

Destiny (Finding Dory)

Billy Bear, Bonnie Bear, Mr Pumpkin (Butlins)

Grogu (The Mandalorian)

Mandalorian

Wally (Where's Wally(1991 Series)

Mr Tumble, Granddad Tumble (Something Special)

Sackboy (Little Big Planet)

Vex (Little Big Planet/Sackboy's Big Adventure)(Favourite villain)

Parappa, Sunny (Parappa The Rapper)

Danger Mouse, Penfold (Danger Mouse)

Baymax (Big Hero 6)

Otto, Antauri, Circus Of Ooze Crew (SRMTHG)

Sid (Ice Age)

Manny (Ice Age)

Granny (Ice Age)

Peaches (Ice Age)

Arnold (Hey Arnold)

Yumeko Jabami (Kakegurui)

Lucas The Spider

Marisa Kirisame (Touhou)

Noddy, Fuse, Naughticorns, Pat Pat, Dinah Doll (Noddy)

Toto (Dr Panda)

Wander (Wander Over Yonder)

Alice, Tilly, Cricket, Bill (Big City Greens)

Ty The Tasmanian Tiger, Maurie (Ty The Tasmanian Tiger)

Larry (Veggitales)

Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg (Resident Evil: Village)

Norrie, Peggee (Hey Duggee)

Kratos (God Of War)

Tiana, Charlotte, Dr Facilier (Princess and The Frog)

Berry, Dreamy, Ms Featherbon, Lily, Petite, Daisy (Palace Pets)

Simon, Fionna (Fionna and Cake)

Gordi, Maria (Unicorn Wars)

Zippy, Bungle (Rainbow Series)

Dougal (Magic Roundabout(1970)

Benrey, Dr Coomer, Tommy (Half Life)

Shellsea (Fish Hooks)

Jude (6teen)

Susie, Kimi (Rugrats(1991)

Jenny Wakeman (My Life As A Teenage Robot)

Skulker(Favourite villain), Walker(Favourite villain) (Danny Phantom)

Zippy (TUFF Puppy)

Rango, Beans (Rango)

Freckles, Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy)

Dee Dee (Dexter's Laboratory)

Master Shake (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

Pugsley (Dead End: Paranormal Park)

Stocking Anarchy (Panty and Stocking)

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Flora and Lane | Celeste Dress

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Then Because She Goes

Will you stay or wait?

★ Chapter 15 of 15, 8147 words

★ Matty Healy x Original Female Character

★ warnings: !!! mature content, minors please do not interact !!!, smut, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, alcohol consumption

<< 14

12 August, 2022

With his hands rummaging through the plastic bag that had been sitting near his feet for the whole road trip, Matty searched for an empty bottle. He had downed one of Coke about an hour in, so he knew it should be in there—he just couldn’t seem to find it amongst the rest of the rubbish.

“You’re not weeing in my fucking car, Matty!” exclaimed Este, attempting to keep her eyes on the road but ultimately being drawn away into the man-child sitting next to her and all of his antics.

Matty continued sifting through the bag, ignoring her protests. “Please, it’s not like I’m gonna piss on your floor. And I’ve done it plenty of times before, so my aim is pretty good—Oh! Here it is,”

The Coke bottle from earlier found itself in his hands, preparing to be unscrewed. Matty had been complaining about his full bladder for the past half hour and the next place for Este to stop wasn’t for another 15 minutes. As soon as the make-shift toilet came into her view, she grabbed it and threw it over her shoulder and into the back seat. It bounced around and landed on the floor, out of sight. Out of sight, out of mind, Este hoped.

“Love! What was that for?!”

“Grow up and hold it in for a couple more minutes.” Este threatened, reaching to turn down the radio’s volume before studying their surroundings in her mirrors and making a risky lane-change. Matty smiled at her habit of needing to quiet down her surroundings in order to focus.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Dunno if I can,”

Her eyes rolled at him. “You’re going to have to.” She said sternly.

“Well, then drive faster!”

Trying to listen to his girlfriend’s orders, Matty laced his fingers together and politely sat his hands on his lap. Focus, Matty, he thought to himself. His leg bounced up and down feverishly, to distract from the pain in his abdomen.

They sat in silence for the last stretch of the road, with Este’s eyes set on the GPS that guided her, and Matty squirming in the passenger’s seat. He kept complaining; and she tuned him out playfully. At one point, he even began undoing the zipper to his trousers, pretending to use Este’s car as a toilet instead of waiting for them to arrive at the petrol station. Matty wouldn’t actually do it, and just wanted to make her laugh. It did—though she didn’t like to admit it.

When they did arrive, he barely let Este put the gear into park before he burst out of the door and ran into the Shell while she refilled the tank.

“All good now.” Matty said when he came back, smiling widely. “No bottle of piss for you today,” They high-fived in silly celebration.

“I think I didn’t want you to wee in here because I’m just jealous. Not even because I think it’s gross.” admitted Este, laughing as she spoke. “I like, anatomically, could not even pee in a bottle if I tried. We’d have to pull over and find a bush for me to squat in.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “That’s one of the many perks of having a dick,”

“Many?” She gave him the side-eye.

His brows wiggled suggestively. “You know…”

“Shut up.”

A few more moments of navigating led Este and Matty to where they were staying for the next two nights. It was a quaint Airbnb—away from the hustle and bustle of the city, which they didn’t mind, since they’d driven up and could easily use Este’s car to get around. They pulled into its driveway and admired the summer Manchester flora that heaped around the brick walls, surprised at how charming the fairly cheap listing had paid off in person.

Matty brought in their bags while Este creeped around lightly, peeking around every corner and touching things with a gentle hand. She explored as if what she was discovering could break just by looking at it too hard. Her feet trod quietly through the kitchen, into the lounge where the sofa looked particularly comfortable, and then up to the bedroom; where he caught her.

“Is there a reason why you’re walking around like a small Victorian child who has heard a noise in the middle of the night?” He asked, mocking her playfully as he sat on the bed next to his bag.

Este laughed at his tireless description of the timidness that washed over her the minute they entered the house. “I don’t know. It’s not my house—I’m not going to just barge in and throw myself about. I want to be a good guest. You know how I am,”

“I mean, you don’t have to ‘throw yourself about’, but you also don’t have to lift the toilet seat as if there’s some sort of punishment if you let it make a noise,” said Matty.

“You saw that?” Embarrassment was laced through her voice.

“Mm-hmm,” he confirmed, chuckling, “It was very cute though.”

She cringed and sat next to him. Matty’s hand found her thigh that brushed against his as their weight made the mattress cave in a bit. “It’s weird to pay to stay in someone else’s place in a city that feels like home, you know?” Este explained, leaning her head on his shoulder.

The past three years she had spent living in London didn’t waiver her Manchester pride. Este loved being a Londoner—the city was fruitful and ever-changing. It was the hub of her passions and the home of her favourite person. But, it didn’t fret her homesickness from being present; encouraging her and Matty to travel back to their hometown quite frequently. Mostly to visit Este’s parents, or Cate and Georgia.

This time around, they drove up to the North of England to celebrate with the latter couple at their housewarming party. Este was meant to come into the city earlier to help pack up the flat and move everything to their new place, but she was swamped with a head-cold so bad that her weekly column submission was almost submitted late. And it was never late.

It took almost two and a half years to work her way up to writing full pieces for The Guardian. Este spent a long time doing odd jobs and minor assistant editing before eventually getting promoted to co-writing some fluffy pieces with a team full of other writers. But then, at the beginning of the year, she was encouraged to join their literature review group. So now—every Wednesday—Este was a published and working literary journalist. Constantly reading books, and taking whoever flipped open The Guardian through the journey that each novel took her on. It was the second reason she couldn’t bear to leave London permanently; since being close to its headquarters and to where business flourished made work the easiest. The first was Matty, of course.

“I’ve been thinking about that, actually.” he started. “How it’s silly to come here so often and have to arrange a place to stay each time. Maybe we should just get a place here already,”

His suggestion intrigued her. Este liked the idea of having a home in both cities. “Like a little flat, or something?”

“Yeah, if we can find a good one. Just for us.”

“I’m in.”

-

The shower was cramped and its water pressure was next to non-existent, but alas; both Matty and Este had washed up in preparation for the party that evening. His curls hung damp and defined, while her hair stayed spun into a towel. They got ready—taking their sweet time and dawdling around—content to be doing any mundane task while having one another to do it with.

Both of them learned to appreciate the domestic side of being together after Este moved into Matty’s cold and rigid home, ultimately warming it up with the tenderness of her belongings and maximalist aesthetic. They met in the middle, somehow, and his home—now theirs—couldn’t be more reflective of their personalities. Living together was a challenge almost as identically as being apart was. But it was worth it.

Matty showered before her, so he sat on the bed and slid his party clothing over his towel-dried skin as Este emerged from the toilet. She let her raven hair free and tumble in wet gatherings near her face; still not dressed, and looking as if she wasn’t ever planning to do so.

A pair of cream boy short style knickers hugged her hips and a matching bralette supported her upper half. Este sauntered past him and sat at the wooden vanity where she had emptied all of her beauty products onto when unpacking. Matty’s eyes tracked her movements.

He didn’t say anything, at first. Just continued to button his shirt and fold up its sleeves while she started to put on some makeup. She opened and closed every product, Matty still watching, while delicately bouncing her fingertips to her cheeks and combing mascara through her long lashes. Este could feel his eyes burning into her skin—knowing that he was studying her summer tan that stood bolder next to her pale undergarments, and appreciating the rosiness she added to her face.

“What are you wearing? For tonight?” Matty asked after sensing that she was wrapping up at the vanity.

Este looked at him through his reflection in the mirror, smiling. “I brought a dress, it’s hung up in the closet since I didn’t want it to crease. The blue one.”

She tried to explain which one she was talking about, but since she was in need of putting it on anyway, she just got up to go fetch it. Matty took her spot in the now vacant chair, to lean forward and use the vanity’s lights to figure out his hair. He considered taking a dollop of gel and combing it back for the convenience, but he knew that Este liked when it came to the front and framed his forehead. And Matty liked doing things the way she liked them. So, he left it alone.

“See?” Stepping back into view, Este held the blue garment up in front of her barely clothed body for him to judge. He nodded and looked it up and down. There was a moment of silence as she waited for Matty to voice his approval. “What do you think?”

“It’s nice.”

She dramatically dropped her free hand down to her side. “Nice? That’s all?” The other threw the hanger and dress flat onto the bed.

His hand waved her over, silently asking for her to step closer to him—and once she was in reach, Matty hooked his finger into the waistband of her underwear to pull and close the gap between them, wrapping his arm around the skin of her waist. He met her gaze, needing to tilt his head upwards since he was still sat on the vanity chair and was eye-level with her abdomen.

“I was just sort of hoping you’d look like this all night,”

As she felt the warmth of his hand graze back and forth across her spine, Este reached down to stick her own into his still damp curls. “Well, get your mind out of the gutter then.” He leaned back into her touch. “Plus, I know you couldn’t stand anyone else seeing me in this besides you.” The suggestive smirk could be heard in her voice.

Matty laughed and raised his eyebrows in agreement. “That’s a good point.”

She was about to take a seat on his lap; but her ringtone interrupted the thought. Both of their heads turned to where the sound came from, quickly realising that Este was getting a call. He laid a quick peck on her hip bone before she stepped away to answer it.

The call was switched to speakerphone after she read who was on the other end. “Lolo, hi.” greeted Este. “We haven’t even been away from her for half a day and you’re calling already? Should I be worried?”

“No, no. Nothing to worry about. We’re having fun together so far!” José explained. “I just wanted to make sure the car journey went alright.”

“Yeah, everything is good. Made it over in one piece. We’re going to leave for Cate’s in maybe an hour or so.” Este put her phone down to remove the dress from its hanger and slip it onto her body, while walking back to Matty and turning around to let him zip her up. It sat on her effortlessly and served as the perfect casual summery outfit; while still fitting for the late night out they had ahead of them.

“Tell her and G I say congrats on the house.” A bark was heard in the background. “From me and Keiko,” he finished with a chuckle.

José called from Matty and Este’s London house, staying over while they were away and looking after the puppy. Keiko (their four month old German Shepherd whose name came from the quirky Convenience Store Woman character that held precious memories for them both) erupted in more excitable barks through the phone after hearing her name.

“I will. She’s doing okay, yeah?” asked Este.

“Of course. But I’m sure she misses you guys. Right, Keiko? Where’d mummy and daddy go?” he started, egging the clueless pup on, and making the two on the phone to cringe at his choice of nicknames. “I’m also a bit worried that I’ve been giving her too many treats.”

Este’s eyes widened. “How many have you given her?!”

She put on a pair of black boots, while Matty held up his two shoe options. Her finger pointed to the black Converse out of instinct—always loving the classic shoe on her boyfriend as opposed to something dressier. He agreed and began undoing their laces.

“She’s just being a good puppy and I want her to know that,” her granddad responded defensively. “Your Lola would have been way worse than me. She’d give in and let Keiko walk her down the street instead of the other way round. So you should be thankful it’s just me,”

The conversation made Matty laugh; both of nervousness, for the well-being of his dog at home, and also of pure adoration for José. What a legend.

“Can I have the phone, love?” he asked, before Este handed it to him and watched him bring it close to his mouth. “Hey. It’s Matty. I like spoiling her too, Lolo. Don’t worry. I get it.” Matty said in a hushed voice.

Her jaw dropped open and the two men rejoiced, both basking in their soft spots for Keiko. “Don’t enable him.” scolded Este. She tried to be angry, but she loved them too bad to care all that much.

-

They took an Uber to the party after considering that they’d probably have too many drinks to be able to sober up and drive back. And as the city zoomed past them, they watched it through the backseat windows—both fantasising about their hypothetical second house in their second home. What it would look like, where in Manchester it would sit. Each of them pointed at different buildings periodically, pitching their favourites to the other. “Those ones seem too modern from the outside,” or ”This area’s rubbish,” or “Are you serious? Would you live there?” were a few short phrases exchanged between them.

The happy couple in their new house greeted Matty and Este with excited hugs. In the corner, on a sofa and catching up with the other parents, sat Este’s mother and father. Cate insisted on inviting them to give her own parents some company; the pair growing close after her and Este’s long friendship. It was a bit embarrassing for Este to learn that her parents had beaten her there, but she was also happy to see them and be able to give them a squeeze.

“There you guys are! We’ve been waiting for you!” said Este’s dad, giving Matty a firm handshake and then wrapping his arms around his daughter. A series of small hi’s and hello’s were thrown around the room as the lively music filled the air.

Percy planted a firm kiss into Matty’s cheek and followed suit with Este’s. “How’s Keiko doing back at home?“ she wondered.

“I think she’s pretty good so far,” responded Matty, “José’s spoiling her rotten—but we were expecting that. Just miss her already, don’t we E?” He rubbed her hip with the hand that was draped around her.

Este nodded with a pout on her face, thinking about their puppy and how badly protective they were of her. “100%. Should’ve brought her here and let her christen the new house by weeing all over your floor!” she joked.

“You wouldn’t dare,” sneered Cate as Georgia shoved a G&T and glass of red wine into their hands almost immediately, eager to get the night started.

-

“This is my favourite room in the whole house, E. Look. You’ll love it. I think of you every time I step inside,” the redhead declared as she led the two around for a tour. “It’s not totally finished, but you’ll get it.”

A twist of the doorknob showed them the home office. Cate and Georgia had put together every book they owned and shelved them charismatically. They surrounded the window, framed the desks, and sat in piles on the floor. Greenery of all sorts sat on top of them, and even hung from the ceiling. The rug was warm and welcoming. It was almost as if they captured all of Este’s favourite things and stuck them within the same walls. She could only imagine how lively it must look in the sunlight.

“God, guys! This is lovely,” Matty gushed. “You shouldn’t have shown it to us, though. I think Este will just be mad that I haven’t let her decorate our whole house like this.”

The look on her face confirmed his comment, as Este sheepishly stared. “Can I move in?” Everyone laughed.

Making their way back to where all of the guests remained—mingling and chatty—Georgia poured them another. Matty bopped his head excitedly at the tasteful music and the loud conversation continued. Smiles were bright. The drinks were drank. But as the hour grew late, only the guests who were up for a fun night stuck around; while the few who stopped by to see the house and congratulate the couple began to fizzle out.

So, Este’s parents started to bid their goodbyes. They were planning on making a trip down to London to meet Keiko soon enough, so parting wasn’t as difficult as usual. Some last embraces were squeezed in as they prepared to take off, but before they could, the song erupting from the speakers caught Matty’s attention and encouraged him to hold Percy’s arm back for a moment.

“I don’t know what it is that you’ve done to me,”

SWV’s velvety vocals sung their classic song, Weak, and since Matty had always bonded with Este’s mother over their love for 90’s R&B, he couldn’t let her slip out before dancing with him first. She smiled giddily and took his hand as he guided her to an open space in the kitchen. Their socks on the spick and span tile allowed them to move freely, swaying and tapping their feet to the beat. He twirled Percy around, raising her hand that lightly gripped his up above her head.

They took turns serenading the lyrics to each other, Matty’s eyebrows furrowed with passion, fingers still laced together. Laughter was shared between them whenever the other did a particularly funny dance move or embarrassingly messed up the words. The smiles never left their faces, while Alfonso and Este watched from the door, smiling likewise.

“Can’t explain why your love, it makes me weak.” sounded the final line of the tune, Matty diverting his attention back at his girl as he sang it quietly. He sent a quick wink Este’s way afterwards, making her roll her eyes initially, but inevitably forcing a wide grin out of her while her stomach fluttered. Percy watched silently as her and Matty’s brief kitchen dance party came to an end, heart warm with adoration, physically feeling the love he had for her daughter—and vice versa. With her hand now folded in Alfonso’s, the couple wrapped up with a new round of goodbyes, and Cate showed them out.

-

When a handful more of drinks were eventually downed, it was shocking to suddenly hear the conversation turn professional. Cate found herself sitting next to Matty, her current higher up (the new album called for some extra brains for art direction and graphic design—so onto the team she came), discussing the importance of typography.

“I really like the idea of keeping the really simple and sophisticated serif text, even with tour merch. It’s chic.” she rambled.

He nodded, agreeing. “It’ll fit with the aesthetic, for sure. I did want to incorporate a couple of more grungier designs though. Maybe something hand-drawn or messy. More abstract, maybe.”

“Sure, sure. That makes sense to me. Patty may have some good material for those types of designs. A good balance between both should work out well, since—”

“You know you guys aren’t on the clock, right?” Este butted in, taking a sip of her gin and tonic.

Cate snapped out of it and her cheeks grew rosy. “Sorry,” she apologised, “But honestly, the North American tour starts in less than 3 months, and what’s already done for the singles and for festival season won’t even fill half of a headline merch table… So we’ve gotta crack on with it asap.”

“Then talk about it when you’re sitting in an office and can click around on your iPad, not when you’re pissed off champagne and hosting a house party!” exclaimed Georgia. The small circle of guests erupted in chuckled at her fair point. “I bet you two couldn’t quit the work-talk for more than 45 minutes,”

Matty raised his hands in the air defensively. “Hey, my work is my life. You know that, Georgia.” he said with a grossly confident and purposefully pretentious tone.

She rolled her eyes in response. “God, you’re the worst.” But, her hard and sarcastic facade broke when the two erupted into smiles and shoved one another in the shoulder gleefully. “Speaking of work though, why didn’t you bring any of the guys along? Don’t think I’ve seen them since we came down for Este’s birthday. Shame,”

“They’re all very busy boys,” answered Este. “And were gutted that they couldn’t make it tonight.”

Matty nodded, wrapping his arm behind Este’s shoulders and letting his hand find the back of her neck. His fingers weaved through the hair that covered it to gently caress the soft skin right below her scalp.

“They usually jump at the chance to come up to the city whenever they’re given a reason, so I guess they just don’t like you lot enough…” he joked.

“You better watch yourself, Healy. G might cut you off if you keep at it.” warned Cate humourously.

The warm conversation continued, though the couple of the night left frequently to mingle with the other guests. Any time it was just Matty and Este—when they knew nobody’s eyes were on them—he snuck small kisses onto the skin behind her ear. She sat her palm dangerously high up on his thigh, making her giggle after seeing how quickly his muscles tensed in reaction. The alcohol helped escalate the heat between them; but also allowed them to cool off almost immediately whenever Cate and Georgia ducked back into their attention.

Despite their consistent touchiness that persisted even through the Uber journey back to the Airbnb, they passed out cold as soon as they squeezed into the double bed that wasn’t theirs. The fact that they never seemed to party as crazy as they expected themselves to became increasingly frequent. Este liked to make fun of his age, always teasing that he had been handling his alcohol worse and worse (and going to bed earlier and earlier) as he progressed into his thirties; though she only trailed a couple years behind. So, Matty rolled his eyes when they snuggled tightly into the white sheets—both on the extremely tired comedown of being tipsy—and Este interrupted the silence filling the room.

“Is grandfather too sleepy or can I give you a kiss goodnight?

“Not after calling me grandfather, you can’t.”

-

13 August, 2022

Este awoke early the next morning, and Matty followed not long afterwards. He was still snoring when she first looked over at him, eyes peacefully shut and mouth slightly agape.

When she scooted upwards—now sitting with her back against the headboard—to scroll away on her phone, he felt her movements and internally whined at their lessening contact. To gain the comfort he craved at the start of each day, he rolled over to her and nestled his cheek next to her arm. Este quietly chuckled at his neediness and pulled her arm away; but only to use her hand to pet the stubble growing on his jaw, moving slowly up and down then back up into his messy hair.

Stopping for a second to quickly push her own hair to one side, not liking the sensation of it crowding her neck, she heard a low hum from Matty. He was clearly enjoying her touch.

“Morning, love.” said Este.

He groaned with exhaustion as a response, throwing his arm around her lap.

“You sleep okay?”

His eyes still hadn’t opened. “Surprisingly very well.” Matty squeezed out of his dry throat, words coming through with a low rasp.

She set her phone back onto the bedside table to give him her full attention. “Me too. I think it’s the tiny bed—forced us to cram closer together, and you keep me warm. Maybe we should downsize at home,” Este suggested, half-joking.

An eye finally peeled open, and then the other, and he saw her for the first time that morning. Este’s untamed hair was his favourite, immediately studying its waves and smiling to himself.

“It was cosy,” agreed Matty, sitting up to match her position, “Don’t you like having more room, though, You know, for other things?”

There was a twinkle in his eye, and a tone in his voice that she could recognise anywhere. So, she egged him on.

“Like… What kinds of things?”

Matty suddenly felt very awake. “Just the things I dreamt about last night,” he teased.

One step ahead of him, Este swiftly swung her leg over his lap to straddle him.

“Then tell me about them.”

He had the feeling she didn’t want him to actually tell her anything, as the very moment her words slipped out, Este’s mouth was on his. Slow, and gentle. Her hands cupped either side of Matty’s jaw, while his grazed under the hem of her shirt and felt up her back. She moaned into his mouth at his tender touch—rolling her hips back and forth lazily.

Matty peeled off the oversized tee that covered her, leaving only the thin cloth of his briefs and the lace of her knickers between their bodies. Opening his eyes, he looked down to see her grinding into him while he pulled his lips away from hers. Mouth wide and jaw slack, whining. He throbbed at the sight of it.

The feeling of his eyes on her turned Este on. How they were glued to her in a daze, with pure voyeuristic pleasure, as if it was the first time they were laid on her. She wanted to please Matty. Put on a show. So that he wouldn’t dare look away.

To do just that, Este continued using his crotch to get herself off, the bulge in his pants making perfect contact with her still clothed clit. She steadied herself—hand on the headboard—and whispered his name with desire while Matty’s hands inched forward to work at her chest. Her hardened nipples rolled between his fingers, making her shiver.

Reconnecting their lips, he slipped his tongue against hers while her hand trailed down the centre of his chest. It moved painfully slowly. But soon enough, Este took her hand into his underwear, gripping him boldly. The friction between them left him hard, and leaking. Matty gasped and shuddered when she pumped him a couple of times.

“Baby—“ he said against her mouth, his words hesitating to let a groan lowly, “The sheets. Will we have time to run the laundry before we have to leave?”

“They’ll wash ‘em.” Este threw out the short response, her head hazy and preoccupied with determination.

“What happened to wanting to be a ‘good guest’?” he taunted.

She climbed down his torso to slip his only piece of clothing down his legs, and he helped by kicking them off.

“Oh I’m a good guest alright,” she defended, kissing his upper thigh and still stroking his cock, “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you nice and clean,”

Matty twitched at her words, not getting the time to think before her lips sunk down on him. He held himself up by his elbows, the muscles in his stomach making it hard to stay steady.

She took him in liberally, her nose almost coming in contact with his pelvis as he hit the back of her throat. “Fuck,” he moaned, watching Este’s eyes lock with his as she looked up through her eyelashes.

Swallowing around him and beginning to bob her head up and down, she squeezed her legs together. It grew increasingly wet in her panties, as she tasted Matty’s precum and witnessed his face twist in euphoria. A moan escaped and vibrated over him when she attempted at relieving some pressure by rolling her hips down onto the bed.

Este found a lazy rhythm, teasing him cruelly, making his hips rise with eagerness. Every time he buckled upward and his length grazed her throat, she moaned, driving Matty even crazier.

His chest heaved up and down when she pulled back, swirling her tongue around his tip, and using her hand to stroke his shaft. Este could see his eyes squeeze shut, brows furrowed in pain as she took him deeper once again.

“Stop,” Matty begged, “I don’t want to come alone,”

She didn’t protest. He dragged Este back up to straddle above his cock and kiss her hungrily, her face messy with spit, lips swollen from sucking him. His hand then found her clit, rubbing with perfect speed and pressure, drawing pornographic sounds out of her mouth.

“Matty,” she praised.

“Are you this wet just from taking me in your mouth?” Matty whispered against the skin on her neck. He licked and nipped at it, surely leaving a mark. The taste of what was left of last night’s perfume transferred onto his tongue.

“Always, for you,” Her voice was breathy and desperate. She couldn’t stand another minute of being empty, clenching greedily around nothing. “Just fuck me already.”

Este’s command had him obeying immediately, guiding his tip to her entrance and allowing her to slowly sink down onto him. His mouth fell open, feeling the tightness of her cunt envelope him in pleasure.

She sat there for a second, eyes shut in concentration. Matty filled her up graciously and hit every spot just the way she needed. Raising back up, then lowering down, Este began riding his length with her knees buried in the sheets. She rested her palms onto his inked torso to stabilise herself and persist at her skilled movements.

Matty watched her chest bounce repeatedly and bit his lip at the view he had from beneath her. The pink started shining through on Este’s cheeks, face hot and flushed from the pressure building in her lower stomach. Her skin glistened and was sticky to the touch. So was his. She brought up a hand to comb the hair out of her face, leaving it there and tugging at her own locks near her scalp.

“You look so fucking good—feel so fucking good,” Matty intensely complimented, through a groan, seeing her smile briefly and open her eyes to gaze down at him.

She felt her climax building as she continued using him to fuck herself. Este brought her right hand up to her clit, indulging in as much pleasure as possible to bring her there. Her pace was sufficient, especially for Matty—who sat, fucked out and a moaning mess below her—but Este wanted more. So, she began speeding up, still fingering furiously at her bundle of nerves, pushing hard and panting.

Wanting to make her feel good and give her knees a rest, Matty wrapped his arms around her to make her hips stationary. And without warning, he fucked upwards. Repeatedly, and relentlessly.

“Shit,” Este cried, “Keep going.”

He listened, twitching inside of her as he chased his orgasm too. The sound of his hips snapping up into hers boomed loudly through the room; now full of hot breath and the smell of sex.

Este gasped as he hit a spot deep within her that sent rushes of unwavering pleasure through every inch of her body, over and over. The combination of that and her fingers on her clit sent her over the edge, chanting a string of Matty’s name sensually into his ear, along with every word of profanity her mind brushed by.

She shuddered on top of him, beginning to go limp with exhaustion, but Matty didn’t stop. There was no chance for her to come down from her orgasm when his thrusts only grew harder and deeper.

His lip remained pinned between his teeth, pain written all over his face. With Este’s face now buried in his neck, overwhelmed by the sheer bliss of her climax and how Matty’s cock incessantly pounded into her sensitive post-orgasm core, he shut his eyes to bask in the sensation.

Every stroke brought him closer, and it grew harder and harder to keep up at his pace. Matty felt her tighten around him, making his thrusts grow distraught.

“I’m gonna come, E,” he muttered, voice shaky.

But right before he could (she knew his body so well that he didn’t even have to warn her for her to know), Este pulled off of him, springing downwards to take his whole length past her lips.

The sudden warmth of her slick mouth and vibration of the hum she expelled had Matty coming up her throat. She rose to let it spill onto her tongue, letting him watch the cum string out of his tip; but quickly closed her lips around him again, sinking back down and bottoming out.

Este kept him there for a couple of seconds as his moans slowed to a stop and he caught his breath. Then, she tightly pulled her lips off of his cock—cleaning up his seed, and swallowing it as promised.

“See? No mess.” Este said, a sheepish yet exhausted look on her face.

Matty forced her back up to lay on his chest, bringing her in for one last sloppy kiss. She tasted like him.

-

They then forced themselves out of bed, for the first time yet that day, to wash up and gather their things for the eleven o’clock checkout time. The shower ran only once, to bathe them both and save time, followed by Matty stuffing his dirty clothes back into his duffle bag. He then flipped on the kettle and sunk some pieces of bread into the toaster while Este pottered around, trying to leave the house exactly how they found it.

Matty carefully spread a thin layer of butter and then another of Marmite on each slice, setting aside two for Este and nibbling on the remaining two himself. They’d initially been rushing, thinking that what they had left to sort would take a while, but their single night in the Airbnb remained a fairly simple and effortless stay. There was still over an hour before they had to be out. So, Matty pulled open the book he was reading, actively trying to do so instead of spiralling on Instagram or chatting shit on Twitter (as of lately).

He waited for Este, assuming she’d hear the kettle go off and join him at the small kitchen table, but her footsteps creaked on the floor between the bedroom and through to the toilet instead of coming nearer.

“Darling, you should eat,” called Matty, listening for her response. He knew that by this time of the morning she’d be hungry.

Este’s ears perked, grabbing one last used flannel and throwing it into the dirty laundry hamper. Her empty stomach drew her round the few corners to reach the kitchen from the bedroom, seeing Matty sat with one leg folded over the other. He sipped on his tea, flipping a page to his novel, then felt her come into view.

She smiled at the small plate and cup of tea he arranged for her. “Look at you, making me toast.”

Matty chuckled, watching her take a bite. He then uncrossed his legs, welcoming Este to reach one of hers from her own chair and drape it across his. Crunches of toast could be heard, along with the swipes of his fingers across the pages of Mayflies.

“How’re you finding it?”

“It’s a beaut, so far. Feels sort of silly reading about stupid young lads causing trouble round Manchester. Bit too familiar. It’s like reading a caricature of my own life,” he responded with a laugh.

“Gorgeous writing though, don’t you think?” posed Este, leaving her bitten crusts on her plate with no plan of eating them.

Matty picked one up and tossed it into his mouth. “Oh, 100%. I mean, this one—where is it?” He began turning back to try and find a certain quote. “Here it is; ‘For a second I floated into privacy: the faraway mood of exhilaration that comes with excess, and I loved the excess, and loved the seeming permissiveness of that night. Who would I call, I wondered, if I stepped into the phone box? And the answer—so free of regret—was no one. I had no one to call and was quite glad about it.’ ” He braced his heart with his hand while reciting the text aloud.

She stood up and picked up their now empty plates, quickly rinsing them in the sink and setting them to dry.

“Absolutely lush,” Este reacted. “There’s a line that I haven’t stopped thinking of since I read it, where it says ‘They say you know nothing at eighteen. But there are things you know at eighteen that you will never know again.’ A quote like that can feel random with a moment that isn't necessarily retrospective—and this one isn’t—but something about its placement was so effective. Blew me away,”

He agreed, and went on. “I loved reliving the naivety of feeling like you have everything and everyone you need right where you are. Pure, proud friendships. How young and freeing is that? God, almost makes me emotional.”

A grin sat on her face. “I’m so tired of you being so profound about literature. Like, this is literally my job.” she complained. “Want to write for the column this week instead of me submitting my write up?”

“Pfft,” Matty shook his head. “You’re forgetting that I didn’t even pass my English GCSE.”

Wrapping up their small breakfast and doing a couple of rounds to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything, they eventually packed their stuff back into Este’s car boot and took off. Matty drove this time, agreeing before the trip that she’d do the journey in and he’d bring them back. But, before cruising onto the A5103 home to London, they headed into the city, to the northern quarter. There was one more stop to make.

Familiar pubs and shops filled them with nostalgia as they drove past and found a spot to park. They stopped a ways away from their destination, wanting to soak up the surprisingly tropical (for England, at least) weather and walk the rest of the way. Left, right, left, right, stepped their feet on the pavement in unison.

The silence they moved in encouraged Este to think about how rare the leisurely and quiet moments between the two of them would get as the year went on. She was grateful that she at least had the time off work to come along for their comeback shows in Japan for Summer Sonic. But, after that, Matty’s busyness would snowball, and by autumn, he’d be gone for months at a time to tour the new album.

“It’s sad that we won’t be able to do this for a while. When everything starts.”

Matty looked over at her, letting go of her hand to pull her into his side, wrapping her shoulder now enveloped by his arm.

“We’ve still got another week until Japan,” he pointed out.

“That’s no time at all, in my head. Plus, you’ll be swamped with more rehearsals all the way up until the day we leave.” she pouted.

“I know, I know,” said Matty, squeezing her briefly. “It’s going to be weird, too. Since we haven’t been on the road for quite a while. Been coddled by getting to have you around all the time.”

He wasn’t making her feel any better. “I’m going to miss you.” Este told him, even though he already knew.

“Don’t start missing me yet. I’m right here.” he said with a laugh as Este snuck her arm around his waist. Left, right, left, right. “Think of it like this—what did you say that one time, ages ago? We’ll be under the same sky, or whatever. Something cheesy like that.”

She bumped his hip at the sound of Matty teasing her, making him stumble slightly out of rhythm. But their feet found unison again.

“That was what, three years ago now? More? Your memory is scary.” Este commented.

“Hey—to be fair—those first days we spent together were like the best days of my life at the time. I thought about you saying that line to me for, like, months after it happened.” he added.

“Sap.”

A Starbucks rounded the corner and an elderly couple walked out. Este studied them as they approached; the man holding out a hot cup for the woman after propping the door open for her. She took it, linked her arm within his, and then took a sip.

Este expected to see her smile or thank the man, but instead a grimace appeared on her face.

“Taste’s shite, Harold.” The old woman complained.

Matty and Este held in their laughs and pretended that they didn’t hear it. Probably was the earl grey, Este thought, replaying the time she first introduced Matty to her grandmother, and how she talked of its flavour in distaste, much like the woman in front of them.

Their feet then carried them across the road. One of the signs on the corner of the intersection read Gore, the other Piccadilly. And they stepped into Greenhouse Books.

The orange carpet screamed with familiarity. Luckily, it was the time of day where Sam was still in—though preparing to head out upon the closer’s arrival—so he greeted them both with a warm hello (a tight hug for Este and firm handshake for Matty).

It was nearing three years since she bittersweetly resigned from the job she held dear to her heart, but also over eight since she’d first been hired. So, her and her ex-boss remained in touch, always up for a chat whenever Este was in town and eager to keep up with where her writing had taken her thus far. The shop was empty; so there they stood, hands still laced together, catching up with Sam. Though reminiscing and thinking of how long she spent revolving her life around Greenhouse made her feel a bit old.

Then, Matty and Este ventured into the shelves, separately, carrying out the purpose of stopping by; to buy a couple of books.

Matty sifted through each book carefully, picking one up with a loud green cover. Its art was charming and the poetic words across it jumped out at him, so he began to look further into it. But, after reading the blurb on the back cover, it seemed familiar.

He remembered that Este had reviewed it, back in June. Matty read every piece she wrote. She’d called it ‘cocky’, and claimed that the author wasn’t interested in his own characters. So, he shoved the lime coloured novel back into the gap left by him picking it up in the first place. One of the perks of loving someone whose opinions on literature were not only trusted by him, but also by a good chunk of the country who read the paper every morning, was that it helped him know which books to shove back in the gap and which books to give a chance.

This time of year was when the shelves were the fullest. Knowing that, Este felt eager to see some different titles instead of the ones she’d gotten to know so well. But truthfully, she realised that it had been a while since she actually knew the shop at all.

Its charm and ambitious spirit never changed—but plenty of books she remembered staring at years ago had inevitably sold, now no longer there. That’s how stores tend to operate, Este thought to herself embarrassingly. A couple of bays had swapped places. And her system for keeping the stationery supplies behind the counter organised had clearly gone out the window (which she noticed every time she came to visit and peered at its mess).

As much as being there made her miss the simplicity and comfort that Greenhouse served her for so long, it also only made Este prouder to be right where she was. How something so peaceful and passion-driven could grow to such a large scale. How it led her to the love of her life.

It felt liberating to have to search to find the poetry section. She couldn’t even recall where it had been back when she was still employed there.

Coincidentally, it was stationed right beside the small shelf of literary criticism that Matty had his eyes on. Her hand trailed horizontally along his lower back when she passed by to get to the desired genre, and she planted a kiss between his shoulder blades. They silently stood—side by side—with necks tilted to the right to read what each spine entailed. They browsed for a while, eventually witnessing Sam take off and leave the shop under one of his employee’s supervision.

She was a polite, bookish girl in her mid-twenties who had Matty and Este plenty of times over the years. So, when they finally had their picks in hand and walked up to the till, she sneakily (and as per her boss’s instruction) gave them a hefty discount. Este knew she would, and didn’t have the heart to protest, so she just purposefully paid in cash and rushed out of the door while shouting a grateful goodbye—not allowing her to give back any change. Chimes were heard as it opened and then shut again, one novel in each of their hands.

Then, with no exchange of conversation, they handed their book to the other. Matty’s for Este, and Este’s for Matty. It was an unspoken rule between the two of them—buying books with the other’s interest instead of their own—the endless stacks of novels upon novels living with them in their London home showing as evidence.

And as they walked away, Matty’s free hand found Este’s, the way it always did, and their once divergent stories continued to blend into one.

The End

#matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x oc #the 1975 fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy fic #tbsg #matty healy smut #smut #Spotify

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The Ford @ Glanford Norfolk by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Distance 4.7 miles Time 2.5 hours (8 miles 4 hours long option) Start point Delicatessen bus stop. Grid ref OS map 251 TG044437 Public transport Delicatessen bus stop, New Road, Cley Services Coasthopper Hunstanton-Cromer or Sanders 46 Holt-Wells Refreshments Cley: The Delicatessen and The Three Swallows public house Glandford: Art Café, Natural Surroundings Little Café in the Woods

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[scotianostra]

Hamish McHamish.

With all those Scotties by the Sea posts I have to point out that the dogs don't have it all their own way.

Hamish McHamish was a ginger tom cat who lived in the town of St Andrews. He came to national and international prominence after the publication of a book entitled Hamish McHamish of St Andrews: Cool Cat About Town.

Hamish was born in 1999 and was initially owned by Marianne Baird, a retired BBC producer, with whom he lived during his first year.[5] During this time he became increasingly nomadic, often spending days away from home, being fed and watered at various homes in the town. He was known to spend most of his time in and around the houses and businesses on South Street, St Andrews, close to his original home.

Throughout Hamish's life, Marianne cared for his well-being by ensuring he attended a veterinary surgeon every year for a health check and vaccinations.

Hamish had several regular spots where he spent his days. These were primarily local businesses near the Holy Trinity Church and Church Square in St Andrews. The creation of a Hamish McHamish Facebook profile, with in-character messages supposedly composed by the cat, raised his profile further; he had nearly 5,000 Facebook friends,and visitors to the town specifically sought him out to be photographed with him. A local bookshop had a "Hamish recommends" section, with cookbooks for fish and fiction featuring cats.

The interest created by visitors, students and townsfolk led to the publication of a book about his everyday activities. Hamish McHamish of St Andrews: Cool Cat About Town was written by Susan McMullan.

In January 2014, Hamish was chased by two dogs and escaped up a tree. He was helped to safety by university students and staff of a hairdressers he frequented to get his hair combed. This incident encouraged Jim Leishman, Provost of Fife, to ask dog owners to ensure their pets were kept on a lead while near Hamish.

He was featured on BBC television's The One Show, and his story also appeared in newspapers across the world.

On 5 thApril 2014 a bronze statue of Hamish by David Annand was unveiled in Logies Lane[by Jim Leishman The funding for the statue was raised by a public donation campaign started by Flora Selwyn, the editor of St Andrews in Focus - a community magazine..

Hamish died on 11t September 2014. A statement on his Facebook group said:

In the end, the chest infection that he had been battling proved too much for him and the kindest thing to do was to let him go. Thank you, Hamish, for the years of joy you’ve given us and for letting us all be part of your life. May your remarkable spirit live on forever in the town you loved... and ruled! Here’s to you, old chum.

His Facebook page is now called Hamish McHamish Foundation. The Foundation was set up to use Hamish McHamish the famous town cat's name for the good of the town. It is still very active, check out the link to take you there. https://www.facebook.com/hamishfoundation

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[jreads]

Unexpected Constellations (Part 06)

Rating: It's not bad, but maybe don't go reading it out loud to your mum or something. Or do, i don't know what your mum is into.

Word Count: 8.3K

Warnings: I do not want to give too many spoilers so i'll just say: Mentions of alcohol, Foul language, Canon-level violence, Slight sexual content.

A/N: My friends I feel like I apologize for being late every time I upload. But again, sorry for being late. Maybe everyone should just come to expect this. In my defence, this part is long, and I kind of almost like it? There's an OC here lol, he might show up again, he might not. Tbh the plot just needed a guy. There also may be some mistakes, but I really hope not. As per usual, check the masterlist for tags and other parts. If you reblog, I'll manifest a Din shirtless in the living waters of Mandalore scene in S3. I know we all want it. Also sidenote: I saw Brittany Broski’s post on TikTok about how she’s in her Mandalorian era…. Anyone want to take one for the team and rec this fic?🧍‍♀️❤️

He had not been joking.

Tendrils of hair stuck to your face, and you reached up for what seemed like the millionth time to pry the strands off. According to the temperature monitor on the ship, it was the hottest time of day, and the sun beat down unforgivingly on the top of your head, the varying wooden overhangs offering little reprieve.

Din was only a step ahead of you, still clothed in full armour, giving no indication that the heat was a bother to him. You didn’t understand it. He must have been under at least three layers, counting the thick plates adorning his shoulders, arms, chest, and thighs, and yet he seemed as phlegmatic as ever. You wondered how the child was faring, tucked away in a bag at your side, still wrapped in his woolly cloak. He had taken a liking to the dragonflies that buzzed around the small natural pool in the clearing where Din had landed the Crest.

The two of you had, after flying over the cove and finding no open landing platforms, decided to set up camp just outside the bustle of town, hidden behind a long stretch of waxy tropical trees. The first wave of humid air had been so pleasant, and you had savoured the fragrant smell of the planet’s flora. But now, barely half an hour into your walk, you would have begged for the cool fan in the ship, and perhaps a bucket of iced water.

As if sensing your discomfort, Din twisted toward you. “We’re almost there.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, barely having the energy to string together a sentence. You didn’t know where ‘there’ was. All he had shared with you before you left the safety of the ship was that he had an old contact in the market, someone that he had worked with long ago, someone you could trust. That remained to be seen. You trusted Din, but you wouldn’t trust a friend of Din’s simply because they were a friend of Din’s. Din had some weird friends.

Overlooking the simmering heat and the stickiness of your skin, the area was quite beautiful. It was exactly what you’d expect from a locale dubbed Raider’s Cove. Towering wood structures lined the edge of sparkling aquamarine water, framed by trees of vibrant green. The forest behind the town seemed alive with noise, buzzes and chirps coming from every direction. The force was rich on this planet, you could feel it. You knew Grogu could too. 

The market was even busier, stalls lining the street, selling all sorts of wares from food, to weapons, to jewelry. Din turned right onto a quieter, more shaded lane, and you followed suit. He hung back now to walk alongside you; he had been worried earlier about someone spotting the two of you together.

He spoke to you like a knowledgeable tour guide or a HoloNet narrator. “This market dates back to before the Old Republic. Some families have been selling here for ages, passing their business down through generations. There’s and underside to it, but it’s also home to a lot of honest and genuine people.” 

You looked up at him. “I didn’t take you for a history buff.”

“I’m not, I just had an interesting conversation with a talkative shoemaker the last time I docked here.” You grinned at him.

“It must be because you’re so approachable.” His shoulders shook lightly with silent laughter.

Since you had left Tatooine, the dynamic between you two had been… more playful. Something had shifted, just slightly, and you couldn’t quite put a finger on it. But you were content to fall into this comfortable mood with him. Honestly, it was a relief after the worry and angst of a few days prior. He hadn’t approached the subject of your almost departure during the long hours in hyperspace, choosing instead to enlist your help in the connection of a few cables in some small cavity just behind the carbonite log. Your hands were far nimbler than his, so he often got you to aid him with menial tasks like these.

After that, the two of you had put the child to bed and sat in the cockpit together, quietly conversing. Din had shared a few stories with you of his past experiences on Rishi, including the tale of a rather slippery Sullustan who had led him on a chase into the mountains, concluding with a near escape with a few of the locals. At some point you must have fallen asleep because you didn’t remember scaling the ladder back into the hull. But when you woke, hours later, you were curled on your side in the cot, a woollen blanket draped over your body and pulled up to your shoulders. It was a tender gesture, and one that made some part of you ache.

There was also the issue of that unspoken something between the two of you. 

Perhaps it was entirely one sided. Perhaps you felt that much stronger now simply because he had seen the darkest parts of you and not shied away from them. You’d be naïve to think he didn’t care for you, but you still doubted he felt the way you did. That undeniable pull, the yearning. Bursting into flames and yet shivering every time you could feel his attention on you. Maker, you wanted him. Badly. 

But you also understood the impossibility of it. His creed wasn’t the only thing that stood in between the two of you; there were many, very logical reasons as to why you would never take that step, despite so desperately wanting to.

His hand ghosted over the small of your back, stilling your thoughts. Having abandoned the thicker layers of your suit in the Crest, you wore only a light, loose-fitting undershirt, which was a blessing given the planet’s sweltering conditions. But it did mean that every touch felt like a brand, a sharp jolt of electricity that was so much harder to ignore. 

“Here.” He guided you left, into a narrowed, darker passageway. Only a few paces down, he opened a rather beaten door, ushering you inside before following. 

Descending old stone steps, the smell hit you first. It was an acrid mix of what you could only assume was piss and alcohol. You tried and failed to supress a grimace. The stairs were wet with something. You weren’t entirely keen to find out what it was.

Finally reaching the bottom, the narrow hall opened up into a dimly lit area. It was similar to some of the cantinas on Tatooine, but the usual sandy colour was replaced with grey stone and worn wood. The tables were large and circular, with strange, patterned squares in the center of each. Lining the wall to your right was a display of bottles, and a tall bar. The only light beamed down from thin windows along the top of the room’s walls. You could see the shadows cast by the feet of people as they walked down the sunny street outside. In here, it was quiet.

“It’s a gambling den.” Din’s voice travelled over your shoulder. “The contact I knew used to work here.” He moved beside you, further into the space. “It’s a long shot but I figured—”

A blaster shot rang out.

Hang circling your wrist, Din twisted you behind him in a flash, the laser bouncing harmlessly off his beskar breastplate.

“Don’t shoot! We’re looking for someone.”

 No response. He was braced, broad frame tensed, his grip on your wrist still solid. “We mean you no harm.”

“If you could just answer a few questions, we’ll be on our way.” How polite of him.

You could sense a heartbeat just to the side of a door behind the bar… human. You peered around Din’s shoulder just as—

“Maker, Mando is that you?” The voice was heavily accented, tinted with what almost sounded like humour. A man emerged from the doorway. Every muscle in Din’s body visibly relaxed. 

“I didn’t recognize you in that shiny new fit… man I could have killed you!” He came around the edge of the bar, slapping the blaster down on its surface. He approached the two of you, reaching a hand out and pulling Din in for a hug, clapping him heartily on the back. Your eyebrows just about hit the ceiling. 

Din was chuckling. “Yeah right, if it makes you feel better.”

It was then that the man noticed you, still standing somewhat awkwardly behind Mando. “Well, who have we here?” Up close, you took in more details. His skin was the richest brown you had ever seen, smooth and almost glowing, even in the near nonexistent light of the den. Dark hair was cropped close to his head, with a brutal, raised tattoo winding its way over his forehead and down the right side of his face.

He bent down and took your hand, lips meeting the back of it lightly. “It’s not often we have such beautiful ladies gracing this establishment.” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. You had been called many things before, but beautiful… 

Mando answered for you, giving the man your name. Maybe you imagined the sharp edge to his voice. 

But you definitely didn’t imagine the way he stepped closer to you, before gesturing to the smiling man in front of you. “This is Castann. We met a few years back, when I came for that bounty I was telling you about.”

“My friends call me Cas.” He extended a hand, and hesitantly, you shook it. His palm was callused but warm against your own. “Apologies for the near-death experience.” He motioned to Din. “Last time I saw this bloke, he was in a much less flashy costume.” You almost choked on a laugh. “Bounty hunting must be treating you well; you’ve got new gear and a girl.”

You waited for a statement of denial from Din. It never came.

Instead, he said: “The last time I saw you, you were neck deep in debt. How’s that going?”

Cas waved his hand in dismissal. “Eh, owner died, I took over the place. You know how it goes.”

“Suspicious circumstances?” Din probed.

He placed a hand over his chest in mock indignation. “You think so little of me?” Cas turned to you again. “Honestly, how do you stand him? Is he always so—?” He put a hand up to his forehead in a salute, face devoid of emotion.

Hoping Din wasn’t looking at you, you nodded hastily. Cas laughed, a rumbling sound. “What brings you two around here anyway? Looking to sample Rishi’s wares? Couples retreat, perhaps?”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was breaking across your face. Considering you had been shot at just minutes ago, you already really liked this guy. He noticed your smile and winked at you, grinning as well.

“We’re here for information on a bounty.” Din’s answer was terse. You shifted your gaze up to him.

He didn’t mean to be curt. He wasn’t upset with anyone. Truly, it was no one’s fault but his own.

And yet, his voice came out sharper than intended, and it drew your eyes away from Castann, muting the smile that had graced your face just moments ago. He had tried not to let it get to him, but in the end, his efforts had been in vain.

It was just frustrating, the ease at which Cas was able to converse with you, connect with you so quickly, place a kiss to the back of your hand. These were small things, seemingly normal for anyone upon first meeting. 

But not to him. You had known each other for a long time now, and he had never been able to wink at you like that, to light up your face so easily, to feel the softness of your skin beneath his lips. 

He wondered, too often, what that might feel like. He wasn’t well acquainted with the feeling of jealousy, but it settled, oily and unwelcome, in his gut. Pushing his inner monologue aside for the moment, he continued.

“Have you heard anything about an auction? An anonymous source says someone’s here, in the market, trying to sell something important. We need to find them.”

Cas rolled his eyes. “Always right to business with you.” He gestured to a table behind you. “Let’s sit at least… you two make me nervous.”

You both turned, Din sliding into the booth on one side of the table. He watched you as you carefully untangled yourself from the straps of the bag. Cas claimed the booth on the opposite side.

It would make more sense for you to sit beside Castann, with Din’s bulky armour taking up most of the bench space. But for whatever reason, you claimed the spot beside him anyway, sliding the bag in so it was sandwiched between the two of you.

Cas seemed to survey the dynamic, his eyes flitting from Din to you, and back again. With a single shake of his head, he slapped his hands down on the table. 

“I’d be a terrible host if I didn’t ask if you wanted something to drink. Spotchka, maybe?” 

“Isn’t it only just past the sun’s peak?” You asked. “It’s a bit early.”

Cas waggled his eyebrows. “Ah, but time is just a construct here in Raider’s Cove.” Din leaned back, stretching his arm out and over the back of the booth. Castann eyed him suspiciously.

“Alright, no spotchka then. Ruin my fun.” He ran a hand over his scalp absentmindedly.

“Unfortunately, I’ve got nothing super juicy for you.” Din sighed lightly, hoping the sound wasn’t picked up by the modulator. Another dead end. “The port’s been pretty busy, but business usually picks up around this time of rotation.” He sees you nod in his peripheral.

“There’s not much chatter in here?” You asked Cas. 

He rested both elbows on the tabletop, grinning at you. “No little lady, there’s not much chatter at all.”

He tapped twice at a worn patch in the stone of the table and the pattered square in the middle of it came to life. 

“It’s Dejarik. Do you know how to play?” Din watched you shake your head, carefully examining the holographic creatures flickering in front of you.

“Seriously? Have you been living under a rock?” He was joking of course, but Din noticed the way you tensed at his words, curious features turning blank in a second. He didn’t stop to wonder if Cas noticed too. Instead, he lifted his hand from the back of the booth, angling it just slightly so he could brush his thumb over your shoulder. You straightened.

Cas was still talking. He hadn’t noticed then. Din continued the movement until your shoulders started to relax. 

“The patrons of this fine establishment come to watch people play. It’s all about being able to trick the opponent, or bluff, so most of the time it’s pretty quiet.” You hummed in understanding.

Castann motioned to Din. “This guy played the last time he was here. Brought the opponent to his knees. I’ve never won so much money in one night.” 

Your eyes shot to him, lips slowly breaking into a broad smile. “Really?” 

Maker, you were beautiful.

He took too long to answer—because he was gawking at you—so Cas cuts in again. “Oh yeah, it was brutal. The other guy didn’t even have a chance. He’s lucky it wasn’t a Wookie… not sure he would have left this place with all his limbs intact if it was.”

Your eyes were still fixed on him. He felt a little dizzy. 

Finally, he broke out of his daze. He said matter-of-factly: “Ithorians blink too much when they’re bluffing.“ It was the truth.

Cas pointed to Din with his thumb, as if to say: Can you believe this guy? Your laughter pealed through the room.

Seeing as Castann had no helpful information on the bounty, Din was content to let the two of you converse for a while. He had noticed the signs of fatigue as you made your trek into the village, so he thought it best to get a bit of rest in a cool, safe place. 

Frankly, he lost track of the topic of conversation, zoning out completely in favour of simply watching you. There was something different about you today, not in terms of your personality, but in the way you looked. The flimsier, oversized undershirt you wore fell low over one shoulder, exposing the hollow of your collarbone. For some reason, he couldn’t stop staring at it. He wanted to trace it. With his hands. With his lips. Your hair was windswept and a little bit wild, falling in an unfamiliar way. 

And your face. It had goldened just slightly with the sun, a small tinge of rose brushing your cheekbones and nose. You were flushed and glowing, especially when that signature smile graced your features.

He could have watched you forever.

Maker, he loved the helmet.

He wanted to kiss you.

Maker, he hated the helmet.

His impulses were getting harder and harder to control. In a strange way, it made him feel almost guilty. Like when you stumbled and he would steady you, holding on for longer than necessary, or place a hand on your shoulder or back as he passed you in the darkened hull of the Crest. He hoped it didn’t make you uncomfortable. He wondered if you would say something if it did.

Even last night, you had drifted off in the jump seat beside him, lashes dusting your cheek and lips slightly parted. He should have left you to sleep there. Part of him would argue that he knew the lower part of your spine would ache on the morning, and it was for that reason that he moved you. But the undeniable truth of the matter was that he wanted the feeling of you burned into his palms for good, like an inescapable brand. So, he had moved an arm under your knees, scooping you up from the chair. Mercifully, you hadn’t woken. Your head had lolled to the side, coming to rest on his shoulder. He had cursed the beskar pauldron. But you had sighed contentedly, and part of him had turned to putty at the sound of it. 

He had used the lightest thruster setting on the jetpack to descend into the hull, landing so lightly that even Grogu didn’t stir.

Then, he had placed you in the nook, drawing the worn blanket up around your shoulders, and he had let himself wonder, just for a moment, what it might feel like to curl up next to you.

Of course he wouldn’t have noticed the wandering green hand until it was too late.

“What in the kriffing bantha shit—” Cas was letting out a rather impressive string of expletives as he beheld the creature emerging from in between you and Din.

Noticing where his attention had gone, you laughed and scooped Grogu up from the bag. The two of you had discussed this before you departed the Crest, whether or not it was safer to leave the child aboard the ship while you ventured into the port. Ultimately, Din had trusted Castann enough to pack the kid along; it was preferrable to leaving him alone so far out of town, when there were likely other parties circling around.

You placed him on the table surface, and he became engrossed in the flickering holograms of the Dejarik game. “Meet Grogu.”

Castann’s eyes were wide as he looked at the child, and then at you. “That didn’t come out of you, did it?”

He’d never heard you laugh that loud. Trying to compose yourself, you managed to wheeze out: “Stars, no! He’s older than all of us.”

Grogu’s attention had gone from the gameboard to now rest on the stranger at the table. His head was tilted, and ears perked as he focused on Cas. Cas seemed just as engrossed with him.

While the two of them engaged in their staring contest, you turned to face Din, still leaning back casually against the bench, arm over the edge, legs spread wide, still reeling a bit from his inner thought process. He could have sworn you tried and failed to keep your eyes from travelling. You averted your gaze quickly, visibly swallowing. Something white hot shot through him.

“Do I even want to know?” Cas asked, eyes still glued to the child. He cooed in response.

Din’s voice was rough. “Trust me, you don’t.” 

Grogu broke eye contact first, turning to you instead, a pleading whine cutting the silence. 

You looked exasperated. “He’s hungry.” To the child you pointedly said: “Again.” The kid’s head tilted once more. 

“You wouldn’t mind right?” You queried. Castann interrupted you immediately.

“By all means, go right ahead. There’s a bunch of snacks behind the bar.”

Rising, you plucked an excited Grogu off the table surface, tucking him into your arm as you turned and moved to explore the area he had indicated.

Din and Cas both watched as you rummaged behind the bar, finally prying the lid off a tub of dried fruit. Grogu squealed in excitement. 

He turned back to Din. “So, what, you’re the hired muscle?”

Din’s eyes stayed on you. “If anything, she’s the hired muscle.”

He huffed a laugh, surveying you again through an awkward period of silence before saying: “Wait, you’re serious?” Din shrugged.

Cas sighed. “You’re down bad, Mando.” He said nothing.

“I’m just saying… full disclosure… I was going to make a move.” So slowly, his helmet twisted to meet Cas’ eyes. The man continued babbling. “Of course, that was after I almost shot her, I mean—” Carefully leaning forward, Mando pressed a button on his gauntlet, the blue lights of the whistling birds blinking into existence along the top of his arm.

Cas immediately started to backpedal, hands held up in surrender. “Well obviously I get it now. Put those away.”

Din hummed, pressing another button as the weapons slid back into their sheaths. 

A moment of quiet passed between the two men before Cas asked: “Since I’m so good at prying, I have to ask… Why continue the bounty hunting if you’ve got them to watch out for?” He motioned to you. Din followed his gesture, noting your body language, that which he now understood was you communicating with Grogu. Mind to mind. Half a piece of chewed fruit dangled out of the child’s mouth.

“I know you’re not strapped for credits. Wouldn’t you prefer to keep them out of harm’s way?”

“Of course I would.” His answer was instantaneous. After a breath he amended: “It’s complicated.”

“Always is with you, Mando.” He contemplated saying something else, but you were already rounding the edge of the bar, carrying the kid, who was grasping two sticks of dried fruit in his clumsy claws like a lifeline.

“We should probably get going if we want to scout out any more of the market before nightfall.” You were right. Din got up, reaching to hand you your bag. The child seemed content to clamber right back in, having achieved his goal quite easily. 

Cas walked the two of you up the stairs again, nose scrunching at the mystery liquid you had noticed on the way down. He mumbled something about getting the droid to mop it up.

Reaching the door, he swung it open, letting you and Mando pass. “Mind the curve of the main road on your way out of town. There was some action there yesterday. Two off-worlders. Both wound up dead.”

You looked to Din just as he looked to you. Castann caught on quickly.

“Oh.” The corners of his mouth turned down. “Probably should have mentioned that earlier.”

You turned to him. “Thank you… for everything.”

“Anytime, princess.” He offered you a lopsided, mischievous grin in return. “Take care of each other.” Din watched you nod, and his heart strained. “Hopefully, I’ll see you guys around. Stay safe, yeah?”

“We will.” Din replied. “Let me know if you catch any info.”

“Will do.” He clapped Din on the back once, before re-entering the stairwell.

After bidding your final farewells, you ventured back to the main stretch of road, the heat only slightly more manageable after your short reprieve.

You had walked through the curve on your way to meet Castann, but frankly, you hadn’t been paying much attention at the time, too focused on not expiring from the warmth of the day. The two of you would do some rudimentary scouting today and come back tomorrow if you had no luck.

A light breeze drifted between the wooden structures now, carrying the salted scent of the ocean. You desperately wanted to go see it, but you weren’t going to badger Din about it. The two of you were here on a mission, not a vacation.

He walked a bit closer to you than he had on the way into town, allowing you to lead through the street. More than a few people averted their eyes as the two of you walked past. 

“I don’t like this.” Din’s voice rumbled from over your shoulder. “It’s too open.”

“You’re being paranoid.” You replied over one shoulder. “We won’t linger though. Let’s give the area a once-over and then head back.”

He hummed in agreement. The curve was just up ahead, slightly less busy than the rest of the stretch. On one side was a worn wooden structure, jutting out into the street. The concave side of the cobblestone road was occupied by two merchant stands, now vacant for obvious reasons. 

You rounded the corner, coming to stop in front of the building at the point of the junction. A weathered sign swung on rusty hinges atop the door. 

Rare artifacts was engraved on the wood in messy Aurebesh.

You huffed. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Din moved around you, approaching the darkened storefront. He ran his gloved fingers over a singed burn in the wood. “Blaster marks.” He noted. He tried the door handle. It didn’t budge. He yanked harder.

“If we’re going to try to break in, maybe we shouldn’t do it in broad daylight?” You hissed the suggestion.

A small Rodian child was watching a few paces away with interested eyes.

Din’s helmet turned toward the kid; it took off running down a side street at a startling pace.

He stalked back toward you. “Fine. We’ll come back later.”

“At least we know we’ve got the right spot.” The two of you continued down the road, taking a left fork that would lead you out of town.

“Probably.” He corrected. 

“Probably.” You echoed.

A few minutes of quiet passed as you walked. You could tell something was off with him; it had been that way since the gambling den. But you were so unsure of how to approach the subject that it forced you into silence.

You ran over the events of meeting Castann again, hoping to identify the cause of the uneasiness you sensed. But all your mind snagged on was the way he had brushed his hand over your shoulder to calm you. The way he had looked reclined against that bench, the portrait of calm. The way you had caught his helmet angled towards you, several times throughout the meeting, even when you had gotten up to find some food for Grogu. You were overanalyzing everything, but you had never really been able to think straight when it came to him.

Your thoughts stopped dead in their tracks.

He had abruptly grasped your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. His hand was so large it practically engulfed your own. You looked up in shock, bewilderment, but his focus wasn’t on you. And then he was turning, tugging on your arm to get you to follow, hastening his steps so much you had to take large strides to keep up. He must have noticed some sort of danger. You cast a glance over your shoulder.

“Don’t look behind you.” He pulled on your arm again. You stumbled to keep up. “Keep moving.” He practically growled.

“What’s going on?” His heartbeat was racing. So was your own.

“Hunters.” The two of you kept moving at a brisk pace, re-entering the busier part of the market. “They were the ones who were shooting on Nevarro. They’re part of the Guild.”

He turned a corner into another darkened side street, hauling you with him. Finding an inset in the stone wall, a residential entrance by the look of it, he pushed you up against the side, caging you in, leaning ever so slightly to look around the edge of the cavity in which you now hid. You followed his action, twisting your neck at an uncomfortable angle. You could only see a sliver of the main road. 

Swarms of people walked by. You scanned the crowd for the usual telltale signs. Weapons, weather resistant gear, advanced technology. Nothing. You waited with bated breath. And then…

A duo. You weren’t familiar with their species. The crowd parted for them as they walked, scanning their surroundings with lethal precision. The air almost seemed to cool in their presence. You were instantly thankful that Din had been so hasty in your retreat. 

It took them a few moments to pass by the street where you were hiding, the breeze slowly seeming to return to its stuffy temperature. You didn’t dare move a muscle. Still, you kept your neck craned back towards the road.

Relief flooded through you when you finally lost sight of them. That was far too close. With Grogu here as well, you had to be so careful. There was too much to lose. There could be others as well, having tracked the same information as you and Din. You would need to be extremely cautious on your way back to the ship—

A gloved finger traced the raised tendon in your neck, featherlight, painfully slow. You stopped breathing.

It swept down and across your collarbone, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. You were frozen in place, unable to move, to talk, to focus on anything past the sensation of leather on the warmth of your skin.

It took all of your strength and bravery to twist your neck back to him. Farrik. The visor was mere inches from your face, looking down on you, so close, as if he wanted to breathe you in. This was a very real boundary between the two of you, one that had never been crossed. 

Until now. 

You weren’t going to fight a losing battle. You didn’t want to. In that moment, you knew you would have done anything he asked; you just wanted him to keep touching you.

He had always been so good at reading you.

His other hand came around your waist, hitching you up against him. A beskar-clad thigh moved to rest between your legs. You almost moaned.

Holy stars, you could feel him against you. Everywhere, all at once. It was too much. You let your head fall back against the stone. Your eyes fluttered shut.

“Din.” It was both a question and a plea.

He continued, thank the maker. The curve of your shoulder, the edge of your jaw, the flare of your hips. He mapped them all with painstaking patience, as if he had all the time in the world. You were practically melting under him, a breathless mess. 

He had you, entirely at his mercy. There was too much armour, too many layers separating you from him. You wanted to have him. Your brain was going fuzzy. If only—

The door slid open abruptly. Mando had you behind him in a millisecond, those torturous hands now resting ever so cautiously on the weapon at his belt.

A plump lady emerged and waved the two of you away, yelling something in a language you didn’t understand. He retreated slowly, keeping you behind him, palms exposed to show he meant no harm. Still, she shooed at the both of you.

Your senses were in overdrive. The sun was suddenly too bright, the sounds too loud. It was some sort of fight or flight reaction and you wondered, distantly, if the heat that pooled low in your core had something to do with the adrenaline. 

Din led you out of the side street, but not back the way you came. The main stretch was too risky now, so you’d have to take a roundabout way out of town. He didn’t say anything. Neither did you. But the tension was so thick, so ever-present, that it clouded your senses.

You were both silent the entire walk back to the Crest.

Thanks to the time spent with Castann, the sun was already beginning its descent as you made it back to the ship. The sky took on a gorgeous coral glow, offset against the azul blue of the natural pond in the clearing where you had landed. 

Din was a few steps behind you, having kept his distance the entire way back. As if he couldn’t stand to be near you. You didn’t blame him for not saying anything. You weren’t quite sure what to say either. This was one of the many reasons why the more sensible part of you had refused to get closer to him. You had wanted to avoid… this. 

The uncomfortableness, the embarrassment, the hesitation, the doubt. 

The Crest’s door opened with a hiss, the ramp descending to touch the vibrant grass. You were to first to walk up into the hull. Fine. If you were trapped in the ship together, you’d have no choice but to talk it out… Eventually.

But as you set the bag down on the bunk, the child crawling awkwardly out of it, the ramp door began closing. He hadn’t followed you in.

Only when it sealed shut did you allow your head to fall back, an exhausted sigh escaping, and tears stinging in your eyes. How silly. Why did you suddenly feel like crying?

Grogu cooed once, and you offered him a phoney smile, trying to blink back the tears before they fell. Your minds connected easily.

He was confused. He sensed the unease between yourself and Din. And he didn’t like it.

“I know little guy.” You sat on the edge of the cot with him, and he cozied up to your side. His thoughts flickered through memories of the three of you, like a photo album. You, smiling down at him, Din a looming presence just over your shoulder. Playing catch, you and him using the force to pass, and Din… the only one actually having to throw the ball. Being reunited in Mos Espa, the Mandalorian and yourself fighting side-by-side to protect him. You knew what the kid was getting at; you could feel it, clear as day, in his emotions.

“We’ll figure it out.” You weren’t sure who you were trying to convince. His ears twitched.

“Are you tired?” You already knew the answer. His restless energy was palpable, probably from having been trapped in a stuffy side bag all day.

You shifted further onto the bed, pulling him with you. “Well, let’s at least make good use of our time then.” You crossed your legs, watching him fall gracelessly into sitting position. Placing your hands on your knees, you took several deep, grounding breaths. 

Sith meditation had never really worked for you. It had always been about channeling your anger, focusing negative emotions, and forging them into weapons. Back then, it had been doable, the anguish of losing your father, the fear of the place you had lived, the rage towards those who had kept you trapped fueling your survival. But once you had escaped, once there was no one else to hate, nothing else to be afraid of, you had to find a new way to connect to the force. 

It had taken some time to learn how to quiet your mind and tune in to your surroundings instead, but the swamp planet had been as good a place as any to learn. You supposed it could be considered Jedi meditation, you had never really been able to confirm it with anyone.

Grogu was very good at it now, having learned so much from his lessons with Skywalker. A selfish part of you wished you could have met him too, asked him for guidance and advice. You had stayed on the ship with Boba that day, thanks to Din labeling you as last resort backup. But a part of you also wondered if Luke would have been distrustful of you because of who you were, or who you had been.

The child’s mind was already quiet by the time you closed your eyes. The two of you drifted together, and you thankfully let the anxiety of the day’s events fall away.

You so easily lost track of time like this, and it took the reopening of the ship’s ramp doors to jar you from your meditative state. Judging from the way the sky had faded into a deeper orange, you assumed about an hour had passed. 

The Mandalorian came striding up the incline, jetpack and weapons belts dangling from his left hand. Grogu’s eyes opened, and he let out a shrill noise, already reaching for his father.

He approached you carefully, and it took all your effort to not break eye contact with him. Memories of earlier came flooding back. You sincerely hoped your face wasn’t flushed.

“The water is nice…” He reached in to pick up the child. “…If you want to wash up.”

“Okay.” Your voice was too high pitched. Stars, you had been meditating while, mere metres away, he had shed the armour and flight suit… and probably the helmet too. You had never seen him without either.

His voice broke your treacherous train of thought. “Are you okay?” It felt like he was continuously asking you that, at least once a day.

Grogu was now tucked under his arm, staring back at you with wide eyes. “Yeah.” You replied. It was the most you could muster.

“Okay.” He exhaled, almost in… relief? An then he was moving towards the ladder. “I’ll leave you to it then.” You waited for the door of the storage room to close before you allowed yourself to get up.

He was practically stumbling over himself. He didn’t know what to do. Wasn’t sure what to say. The whole thing was a mess.

He had brought Grogu up to the storage room in the back upper level of the ship, to give you some privacy while you bathed. But unfortunately, that left him alone with his own thoughts, which wasn’t exactly preferable. 

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

He had been sitting on the floor for about a half an hour now, the child having climbed up on his lap, eagerly accepting ear scratches. Every second of the past 30 minutes had been spent picking apart what had transpired in that market.

It had been entirely spontaneous, about as unexpected to him as he assumed it was to you. In a dangerous situation as well, it had been so foolish of him. But it was almost as if he had relinquished the controls to his own body, the damn thing was on autopilot, and it was just aching to get caught in your orbit. But when he had felt you relax in his grip, watched you bare yourself to him, heard your breathing change, he realized he had never let himself consider it for more than a moment. 

The fact that you might want him too.

Even now it seemed absurd; you hadn’t even seen his face. And the tension afterwards, the way you wouldn’t meet his gaze, he second-guessed everything he had seen, heard, and felt in that alley.

The child was watching him quizzically. “Keep your wizard mind-reading to yourself.” He let out a string of unintelligible sounds in response. Din sighed in resignation.

He couldn’t avoid you forever; he knew that. And the embarrassment of this, it would be nothing compared to the dejection he would feel if he let you drift apart from him. The avoidance of the subject had already caused an awkwardness between the two of you; it would only get worse the longer he left it. So, it was decided.

Grabbing the child, he rose up on stiff legs. He’d wait in the hull for you, under the guise of tinkering with some mechanics and, after gauging your mood, would approach the subject.

He was conveniently forgetting to consider the fact that his brain consistently short-circuited whenever you were near. And the fact that he couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself.

Several minutes later, you strode up the ramp. He didn’t even get a chance to breathe.

“We need to talk.”

Oh. Shit. Plan failed. Retreat.

He was crouched in front of an electric wiring panel in the hull wall, and you hoisted yourself onto a crate beside him. Your hair was wet, and you were scrunching it in a damp shirt, but your eyes were on him. Wasn’t that what he had wanted? He was so worried that you wouldn’t look at him, but now that you were… all the things he had planned to say ebbed from his mind, dripping onto the floor of the Crest like the water you had wrung from your hair.

He carefully put the tool he was using down, looking back up at you. Your features were determined.

“About what?” God kriffing damn it. He knew exactly what. He should have factored in that you would look like that. He also should have factored in what he had felt in the alleyway. Because right now it was back with a vengeance, and all he could think about was what your flushed skin—washed clean by the water of the pool—would feel like under his bare palms. He squeezed his eyes shut and reopened them, refraining from curling his hands into fists.

“You know what.” You attention hadn’t wavered, still fixed solidly on him. No turning back now. He got up slowly, steadily. You tracked him the entire way, eyes travelling the length of his body, just once.

Farrik, he was trying so hard to behave. But he was getting such vivid flashbacks, images bouncing around in his mind. The curve of your neck, tipped back against the stone wall, your body tensing and relaxing. There were other fleeting pictures too, things he had only imagined. Your legs over his shoulders, the way you sinfully moaned his name. 

He was already too far gone. 

He advanced on you, watching the look in your eyes shift. Were you scared? Of him? He stopped about a foot away, pulling at the leather on each fingertip, loosening them enough to slide the gloves off, and stacking them on the crate to the left of you. “What, exactly, did you want to say?” 

His voice was not his own. It was too rough. 

You were silent for a long moment, and he became consciously aware of the rise and fall of your chest. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale Inhale. Exhale. He was teetering over the edge. Inhale— Enough.

He stepped into your space, and you gasped sharply, angling your head slightly to keep your eyes on the visor. Another roaringly quiet moment passed. He took the damp shirt from your hands—were they trembling?—and placed it to the side. You seemed to have already forgotten it.

He spoke your name once, softly. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

You opened your mouth to reply… and then shut it. You were just staring at him, blinking rapidly, hands fidgeting. You were nervous.

Fine. He’d have to prompt you then.

“Did you want to talk about this?” He brushed the backs of his fingers against the pulse in your neck. Your body reacted immediately. So he hadn’t imagined it. A thrill coursed through him, replacing the trepidation from earlier with something bolder. Still, you didn’t answer him.

He followed the same path, dragging his hand down your neck and across your clavicle. “Or was it this?” He had been drunk on the feel of you through the leather, but without the gloves it was torment. You were so soft,of course you would be. Your eyes had gone hooded; even under the soft light of the sunset, they were much darker. He never wanted you to stop looking at him like that.

“Maybe it was this.” He circled your waist with one arm, pulling you to the edge of the crate, until your body was flush with his. Your legs parted for him, and he stepped between them. You were pliant under his palms, your own hands coming to rest on his breastplate.

“I want to talk about this.” He dragged his thumb down your bottom lip, drinking in the way your eyes fell closed and you leaned back slightly, bringing him with you. He was enjoying this far too much. “Is that what you wanted to talk about too?”

His hands continued their ministrations, roaming and exploring, even as you remained quiet.

“Come on mesh’la.” He grasped you by the waist, putting just a sliver of distance between your two bodies. “What did you want to say?”

Finally, your eyes opened again. His knees almost buckled. Your pupils were blown wide. “What is this?” you asked. It was barely a whisper.

“What do you want it to be?” Because he would be anything for you, even if it meant not revealing the depth of his feelings. If you wanted this, only the physical aspect of it, he would give it to you willingly. Absolutely anything you wanted. All you had to do was say the words.

“I don’t…” You paused and he could see another emotion creep into your eyes. “I don’t know.” He tilted his head. In a low voice, you admitted: “I’ve never felt this before.”

Truthfully, he hadn’t either. He said as much. He hadn’t expected you to look so surprised. 

“You don’t need to figure it out right now.” Your features softened. “Take all the time you need.” He’d wait for you until the suns of Tatooine reversed their trajectory. But you didn’t need to know that yet.

You nodded and took a shaky breath. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeated. He removed his hands from your waist, but before he could pull them away, you grasped his left, flipping it over, studying it.

“What?” he asked, a hint of humour apparent in his voice. 

“I’m just trying to imagine what the rest of you looks like.”

Something in him fractured. He covered it up quickly, jokingly quipping: “Are you imagining certain parts more than others?”

You dropped his hand, face flushing, and smacked him on the pauldron. He chuckled and extended the hand to you once more, to help you down from the crate. Taking it, you gracefully slid off. He held on for a moment too long.

“Come on, we’ve got work to do.”

Night had long since fallen by the time you made your way back into Bootlegger’s Market. It was still busy but, as expected, the curved junction in the road was quiet. Having been the scene of a hunter’s gunfight not too long ago, people were wise to stay away. 

This time, when Din went to open the door to the rare antiques storefront, it moved easily. The squeaky hinges however, instantly put a wrench in your plan.

“There goes the element of surprise.” You hissed from behind him. He palmed at the saber hilt. 

You followed him inside, closing the door noisily behind you. A cringeworthy entrance. 

The two of you crouched behind a shelf, trying to get a feel for your surroundings. The room was dark and unbelievably cluttered. Trinkets of all shapes and sizes littered the surface of every table, shelf, and bench. Some creature’s horns were mounted on the wall, still attached to a portion of skull. You fought a shudder. 

It would be near impossible to find the crystal in this mess. But if the door had been left unlocked, that meant that someone was here.

Or someone beat you to it. You shut down the thought before it could fester.

Din looked behind him, signalling you to go left around the edge of the shelf, while he would take the right. You nodded in understanding. A voice cut through the silence.

“There’s no need for all that, you know. He’s already gone.” You heard the hiss of a match being lit and seconds later; a flickering light illuminated the store. Behind it was the face of a gorgeous, rich green Twi’lek. You stood, Din walking back around the shelf to come to your side.

“You’re too late. He left early this morning.” She placed the candle down on the table beside her. “He said I’d only need to watch the shop.” 

You and Din said nothing. She huffed and put a hand on her hip. “Can you believe I’ve been held at gunpoint four times today? You hunters have no morals.”

You were taken aback by her frankness. Din spoke for you. “Where did he go?”

“Wow, finally someone gives me the chance to tell them without threatening to kill me.” She collapses onto a stool, waving her hand in dismissal.

“He took a transport to Canto Bight. There’s an auction in the casino there in 50 hours’ time.”

“Thank you.” Din offered. She let out a humorless chuckle.

“Yeah, good luck. You’ll probably have to fight to the death just to get a landing space.”

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Hey! Someone recommended I come to you because I was looking for long GO fics so here I go I suppose.

Do you have any recs where Aziraphale and Crowley are humans and have a job which is....well not a job you'd expect for the average human au. For example I've been reading one where Az is a tour guide and Crowley is the bus driver. I dunno, something about those kinds of fics are very comforting to me.

And by weird jobs I take it you mean non popular aus like coffee shops? Plenty of those! Try our #human au tag first and foremost! Some other recs:

The Fabric of Your Hair by saretton [E]

It’s Thursday, and for Crowley, it’s as if the week started with that day. On Thursday evenings, Aziraphale comes around to his shop, sneaks in through the back door after closing time, and gets his weekly treatment.

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A Pins and Needles AU.

The Listed Building Dilemma by Nadzieja [E], WIP

Anthony J. Crowley is a talented architect (between jobs, temporarily). He has everything he ever wanted—a posh flat, a vintage car, and his plants. He should be happy and yet happiness eludes him.

Until his friend introduces him to Aziraphale—a kind stranger who has just inherited a cottage which is in dire need of renovating.

Could the two of them put their differences aside and overcome their anxieties for long enough to build something new and beautiful together...?

Long Haul by snae_b [E]

First time he sees him he’s barreling down 40 like a bat out of hell. Thirty miles outside of Flagstaff and six hours behind schedule. The desert looming large on all sides. Red sand and sage stretching out for miles and miles in front of him. Juniper and pine and gray crag behind him. The flora might be changing but that's about it. Same bone-dry air that gives him nosebleeds. Same cute little cottontails and scrawny jackrabbits darting under his tires. Same two lanes separated by white lines...

He checks his speedometer. He hasn't downshifted since the city limits. Sheer luck, that. He's coming up fast on another rig. Flatbed with Vermont plates. Bright white cab with gold wings painted on the side.

Anthony Crowley might have gotten out of Missouri, but he hasn't escaped his past. He wears it like a cloak. When he crosses paths with a guardian angel, he starts to learn how to shed it.

Would I Lie to You? by FeralTuxedo, TawnyOwl95 [E]

Anthony Crowley and Aziraphale Fell are rival team captains on popular comedy panel show Don't Lie To Me, where they exchange insults and banter to an audience of millions. But behind the scenes, a whole other game of truth and lies is being played.

A comedy panel show AU

Liquid Gold by fashioncriminal, smolalienbee, Sodium_Azide, Tarek_giverofcookies [T]

Goth beekeeper Crowley starts a new life in the countryside, in a suitably gothic house, with suitably goth furniture, tombstones, and bees. One day Crowley finds a surprise singing to the bees. And Crowley's suitably goth life changes.

A gentle cottagecore human AU, featuring a bit of a bastard, a bit of a soft touch, and many many bees.

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And lastly reccing the Az as a tour guide, bus driver Crowley you mentioned, I believe it's:

The High Road and the Low Road by saretton [E], WIP

It's been two years and, finally, it has happened. They're paired up again. Anthony Crowley, coach driver for Roadside Fire Coaches and Buses, and Aziraphale Fell, licensed member of Scotland's Tourists Guide Association.

Maybe this time they can finally talk and figure out whatever has been going on between them for fifteen years.

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A Good Omens Scotland Tour Human AU.

~Mod N

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #human au #mod n #adult omens #fic rec

[anakin-pilled]

went to disney yesterday so here is my photo dump // opinions on pandora at animal kingdom !!!!

it was literally so beautiful!!!! they did such an amazing job with the architecture, lore, and details It felt so immersive and i had such a fun time explaining everting to my friends 🩵 im disappointed that i didn’t get to eat at the satulli canteen bc i heard it was really good but we didn’t have time. but aside from that it was amazing and i wish we could have seen it at night

the flight of passage was really fun, but i have to admit i was disappointed. so we did lighting lane so we didn’t get to go through the actual queue where they have more displays. for ex: they have an avatar body floating in a cryo tube and a life sized print of jake and neytiri on the wall and i really wanted see both!!! as for the ride, it was like a more advanced version of soarin. and spoiler: jake and neytiri are NOT in the ride which i thought they were. however, the visuals were stunning and i loved to see more of pandora’s different ecosystems and flora/fauna. like it was visually stunning!!! HOWEVER i would not wait in the stand by like which is consistently over 100 minutes. i’d give it a 7/10. the shop after the ride was adorable and i did buy myself the cutest little globe with a glowing atokirina. they had a lot of fun stuff but disney has a terrible merch design team for avatar lol. ALSO MY HAND COMPARED TO THE NA’VI HAND PRINT??? Yeah just imagine….that somewhere else.

and i can only add 10 pictures so im gonna reblog with part 2 😜

#kendra's thoughts (^_<)〜☆ #avatar 2009 #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar