#i tried drawing him the cutest way i could and that's what i ended up with

[rosie-bun27]

Diasomnia boys : Their love language !

Characters : Malleus Draconia , Lillia Vanrouge , Silver Vanrouge , Sebek Zigvolt

Pairing : x [Fem] Reader

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(A/N : Okay , I think I will be making this into a little series where I cover all the dorms in Twisted wonderland , starting with my favourite ! Give your suggestions in the comments for which one I should do next (≧∇≦)/)

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💚Malleus Draconia💚

Love language : Words of affirmation , gifts

1) Malleus loves to shower his darling with compliments and sweet nothings . After all , since he is the soon-to-be crowned king of Briar Valley , it is only fair that his partner gets to be treated and pampered like a princess .

2) However , his love doesn't merely stop at words . For what kind of lover would he be if he didn't also shower his darling with expensive gifts , adorning them like a sweet little doll , all wrapped up in silk and adorned with gold and jewels .

"My love , how could I possibly focus on the night sky , when you are my whole world ?"

**Bonus headcannon [🎉] : "What makes them really flustered ?"

Malleus : Any kind of physical touch . Just a soft little squeeze of the arm while the two of you are out on a walk or a sweet little peck on the cheek is enough to get his tail wagging and his cheeks flushed a bright red . His heart almost seems to melt as he just stands there , looking at you adoringly .

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💚Lillia Vanrouge💚

Love language : Words of affirmation

1) Lillia just loves to see you blush when he flirts with you . He loves the way you bashfully avert your gaze when when he has made that cute little face of yours turn bright red , or the way your face seems to light up with the cutest smile after he has just complimented you .

2) Lillia also loves to playfully tease you , getting you all riled up just to see how much he could make you blush ~ To him you are just the cutest little human in the whole wide world , and your cute little flustered reactions make you all the cuter to him .

"Awh ~ Aren't you just the cutest , sweetheart ? Careful now , if you keep being so adorable I might just be tempted to eat you up !"

**Bonus headcannon [🎉] : "What makes them really flustered ?"

Lillia : Any sort of hand-made gift , whether it be a drawing , a cute little crafting project or a hand-sewn or knitted piece of clothing , he just can't help the little smirk that comes to his lips , or the oh so faint pink tint that paints his pale face when you give him something made from your own little hands . You are just so full of suprises , how could he not love you even more ?

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💚Silver Vanrouge💚

Love language : Physical touch

1) Silver might not always be able to tell you "I love you" directly , unless you catch him lovingly mumbling it under his breath during one of his naps , or be able to spend as much time doing fun activities with you , but he is always up to cuddle , just wrapping you you up in his embrace and snuggling into you , giving you lots and lots of kisses all over your little face .

2) The only issue is that sometimes Silver's sleepyness can be so powerful , that he ends up trapping you in his warm embrace until he wakes up from his nap , which usually takes quite some time , so do be prepared to stay there for a while .

"... Mhm , you're so soft darling ~ Don't ... Go yet ~"

**Bonus headcannon [🎉] : "What makes them really flustered ?"

Silver : When you also return the physical affection . Cuddling with you as he sleeps is ptobably the highlight of his day , and he enjoys how soft and cuddly you are against him . Just the though of having you in his arms , all cuddled up against him .

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💚Sebek Zigvolt💚

Love language : Acts of service

1) Let's be honest , Sebek doesn't exactly have the best way with words , as no matter how he tries to word his feelings he always ends up sounding mean and bossy and aggresive .

2) And so , the only way for him to properly express his love for you is through his actions . Making sure that his darling is taking care of herself and eating proper healthy meals and sleeping the recommended amount , and doing little favours like helping you with homework , or carrying your books when they are too heavy for you to carry .

"Good morning my darling ! Have you eaten brealfast ? ... No ?!? *proceeds to get you something to eat while firmly lecturing you about how precious and valuable you are and how you should take care of yourself !*"

**Bonus headcannon [🎉] : "What makes them really flustered ?"

Sebek : Bold flirting , when his darling gets playful with her words , he just melts . How is he supposed to keep his composure and remain serious when you are calling him all these cutsey nicknames ?! Watching him just turn as red as a ripe tomato as he stumbles over his words is just the cutest thing ever ~

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(That's all !)

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(A/N : I feel like Silver's and Lillia's didn't turn out as good but oh well T^T)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #fanfic #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #lillia vanrouge x reader #silver vanrouge #silver vanrouge x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #requests are open #requests are welcome #fem reader

[forgeofthenine]

Sorry for adding to your pile of requests 😭 quick question: so like how many requests can one person give before it gets annoying 🙈🙈

What do you think of post-game Tav hyping up Dammon’s forge saying it’s the reason they could beat the absolute. OR OR some jealousy HCs but specifically for late Act 2 when Tav sees Dammon lowkey flirt with Karlach/mutual pining shit.

One or the other! IDK I can’t get this man out of my head.

When my requests are open? Absolutely fair game, especially for great requests like this. While I like the idea of the first one, the second prompt gave me more to work with and is similar to an idea I've had in mind since I first made this blog. I hope you enjoy and send in more requests when they open back up :)

When you get jealous of Dammon 'flirting' with Karlach

You'd been travelling with your group for a few months now, all of you growing closer and forming bonds in your own way with each other and the others you've run into

One person you feel you've had quite the connection with is the handsome tiefling blacksmith Dammon

Now you're all here in the shadow cursed lands it's the perfect time to reconnect with the charming man, particularly as you take Karlach and some infernal metal to him

He'd always been friendly with you, smiling and offering discounts on his wares, his calm and confident demeanor drawing you in

Soon you found yourself spending more time with Dammon, joining him for a drink once his work was done for the day or bringing him new materials you found while traversing the wilderness

It didn't take long for you to fall for the tiefling

What you didn't expect was the way he'd look at Karlach, the subtle flirting as he worked on fixing her infernal engine

You could feel your own heart break as the visit went on, even Karlachs endless excitement at being able to touch others didn't cheer you up after she held Dammons hand

However, Karlach was oblivious to the way you excused yourself as soon as you could, ducking out of the forge and leaving to go have space

And you were oblivious to the way Dammon asked Karlach if she knows how he might win you over

What you'd misconstrued as flirting was just a genuine sense of excitement on Dammons part to work with the rare substance again, and his stumbling over words was his failed attempt of trying to avoid flirting

There's no way for you to know that though, as you look out over the water and cuddle with Scratch

Things carry on much like normal from then, other than you avoiding Dammon and Karlachs endless excitement over being able to touch others

It only took a few days for the blacksmith to wonder what's keeping you, though initially he tried to brush it off as you being busy keeping everyone alive, and he must admit he misses you

After a week he left his forge to try and find you, however he found Karlach first and surely she'll know where you are

You come back to your campsite only to see the two speaking, stopping right in your tracks until Karlach waves to you, and you turn heel and leave

Dammon doesn't know what's going on in your mind, but he seems to realise part of what's happening by now, quickly taking chase and calling your name

You eventually find yourself stuck in a dead end, only you and Dammon around as he catches up and tries to catch his breath

It's a hard conversation for him to start, asking why you're avoiding him with the cutest frown on his face

His frown only deepens at any comments you might make about him preferring Karlach

It takes the both of you a short while to work through the miscommunication, neither of you realising the others feelings at first

Once Dammon does reveal his feelings to you, trying to assure you he doesn't want Karlach, it's easier to reveal your own in turn

Once you two resolve things though, it's easy to fall back into your old routine

Except this time it includes you and Dammon sneaking many more kisses when the others aren't looking

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #dammon x tav #dammon x you

[abibliophobiaa]

My sweet babes I'm so sorry allergies are kicking your butt rn ! My dear Luna , Can I pls get a small little look into what our gourgous buttercup and Eddie are up to ??

from the daylight universe

dad!eddie munson x mom!reader

requests are open (general requests for any eddie/steve and scenario, not just daylight ones)!

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You tried everything.

A choo-choo train. A helicopter. An airplane. And none, absolutely none of the aforementioned options, intrigued your six-month-old. In fact, most of his mushy peas ended up everywhere but his mouth. Coated his high hair tray, his bib, his cheek — even his curly head of hair.

Because every time you went to offer a spoon to your son, his head turned at the last second, whiny cries spilling from pouty lips framed by chubby cheeks. Instead he was too interested in everything happening over his shoulder to even attempt trying a new food for the week, where mere feet away his older sister was playing air guitar with your husband.

“Eddie,” you grumbled, stirring him from his little concert, drawing his attention your way, “help?”

“What? Benny Boy doesn’t like his peas?” Eddie mused, slipping into the adjoined kitchen to press a loud kiss to Benny’s cheek, earning a gummy smile and the cutest giggle. Baby boy was enamored with his dad. “Someone is a little messy.”

He gestured to all the encrusted peas on every surface area of baby Benny’s feeding area. You huffed out a grunt as Elena barreled into your lap, never wanting to miss out on the extra attention of her parent’s.

“He’s your son,” you laughed, pinching at the bridge of your nose as Eddie dragged over a chair in front of Ben, “he doesn’t like anything green.”

“Mommy is being silly, isn’t that right?”

“Mommy always siwwy,” Elena giggled, earning a little tickle from her father before he turned back to his baby and waved the spoon near Ben’s pursed lips.

Ben, knowing what his father intended, pushed his head as far back as he could into the cushion of his high chair. Pushed his face into the furthest corner, eliciting an elongated whine.

“Daddy, sing song,” Elena said brightly, leaning forward in the circle of your arms to grasp at her baby brother’s hand currently waving angrily in the air. “Benny, vegebles make you grow big!” And then she turned to you as Benny broke into a louder cry of anger, “Mommy, why is he yelling?!”

Your hand glided down her head, brushing away some messy curls, “He’s just a baby; he doesn’t know any better. You used to cry when I tried to feed you foods you didn’t like.”

“I did?”

“All the time, sweet girl,” Eddie said, holding up the spoon to his son one more time. “Aww, Ben, come on, buddy.” Eddie cleared his throat, muscle in his bicep shifting as he tried one more time to spoon feed the baby, singing quietly, “Come crawling faster.”

Ben’s eyes sparkled at the sound of his father’s voice, head turning to face him. You grunted out a laugh, because both of your children danced away while they were still on the inside whenever Eddie sang to them. Figured now he recognized it and stood at attention.

“Obey your master.”

“I can’t look at you right now,” you laughed, bouncing Elena on your knee.

“Your life burns faster,” Eddie sang, and Ben giggled, bright and joyful, mouth opening wide enough for Eddie to shovel a bite in.

The moment of truth came in the form of Ben staring at you both, brows furrowed, a little bit of extra peas spilling out from his closed lips. Baby boy’s mouth moved, worked over the contents of his palate, and both of you waited on bated breath to see if peas would be on the menu for the foreseeable future.

Your answer? Food splattering from puckered lips, the sound of his normal bubbles he’d make, paired with the force of his breath sending green sputtering into his father’s face. Eddie closed his eyes, your own laughter unable to be stifled as Benny bursted out into loud, rising giggles.

“Da-ddy,” Elena trilled, her own laughter like little bells in your ears.

Eddie jerked his head over his shoulder, a little glum, sticky with baby food, grimace on his lips. “Not a word from you, Buttercup.”

“Got a little something…” you teased, thumbing at his stubbly jawline, “right here.”

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“I feel like I still have peas in my hair,” Eddie grumbled later that evening, when both children settled down for a nap.

“Baby food is like glitter.”

You laughed, walking across the bedroom as he rubbed a towel over his wet hair, chest bare, gray sweats hanging low on his hips. Fingers slipped up and over his torso, forging a path over his shoulders, before your arms draped around the back of his neck to hold him close.

“Hi,” you whispered, leaning up just the slightest to press a kiss to his lips, “I’m happy you’re home.”

It had been a long couple of months. He’d barely made it in time for the birth of Ben, your contractions starting while they were just getting on stage for a concert, ramping up much quicker than they did with Elena. By the time you were allowed to push, Chrissy was there to hold your hand, moving out of the way only when your husband rushed in, still sweaty from his show, hair a mess, cheeks reddened like he’d ran from the venue.

You’d tried to come along to as many local shows as possible, but doing so with a newborn at the time proved difficult. Eddie had missed a lot of those first six months, a fact he grieved every day because neither of you planned for your second child to come a few weeks earlier than anticipated. But now he was home, and you couldn’t be happier.

“Missed me?” he teased, voice a low rumble against the curve of your neck, lips seeking out the places he knew had you preening for him in seconds. “Thought about you all the time while I was gone. My best friend, my wife, the mother of my children.”

His fingers dragged up the edge of your silky shorts, toying with the hem of your panties, along the wet spot already forming there, dragging a slow circle along your clothed clit. “Thought about you like this too,” he practically purred, forehead dropping against yours as you gasped against his lips, “when did Steve and Chrissy say they’re taking the kids?”

“Five,” you huffed out an exasperated sigh, craving nearness to him too. He’d only gotten back the night before, had walked over to your bed and face planted into it after holding both your babies tight until they’d gone off to bed. “And then it’s just us. And…a teeny tiny gift I might have gotten you.”

“Are you pregnant again?” His eyes twinkled at the thought, and you shoved him jokingly at the mere notion, though you’d love one or two more in the future.

“I’m going to need at least another year before we think about that — but no, it’s…” You paused, grabbing his hand to lead him toward the garage. “Remember how we’d both said we always wanted a dog?”

“Baby…” He couldn’t help the excitement in his tone, the way his eyes softened and then widened when he saw the golden poof of hair hidden in a box, a giant red bow around his furry neck. “You got me a puppy?”

“Shhh,” you giggled brightly, insides melting as your husband reached down to pluck the puppy from its box, “I haven’t told the kids yet. I wanted to show you first.”

Said puppy wiggled in his new dad’s arms, pink tongue rolling across his chin, his cheeks, his nose, making your husband burst out in laughter at the influx of pure love.

“Welcome home, Eddie,” you said, folding against his chest and patting at the puppy’s head. “I love you.”

He kissed the top of your head as the puppy leaned over to lick your nose. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #dad!eddie munson

[bestiesenpai]

Youtuber Itadori

Gardener Itadori is the cutest thing ever and I tried to make him as cute as possible here lol. Femme reader 9.6k words

Hands in the soil, dirt beneath his nails and a bountiful harvest in his little wicker basket - that’s what Itadori’s life had become, and he wasn’t mad about it. After inheriting a home and land in the countryside from his grandfather, Itadori scoffed at the idea of living in the slow countryside, but burdened with morality, he went and discovered that it was actually the best thing for him.

Quickly getting to work, he collected rain water, installed solar panels, had a massively flourishing garden that he rotated with seasonal plants all year round and cultivated a nice relationship with the local farmers. Everyone traded their wares, holding markets in the town center that people from all over would come and visit.

Itadori haphazardly stumbled into making YouTube videos one day when he decided to post a video of the apples he’d just picked to show his friends. It wasn’t a long video, ten minutes max, but for some reason the algorithm had decided to bless him and put his video in front of a million people.

The comments made him smile, they were all so supportive of his hard work. A few made him blush, calling him impossibly cute among a few other embarrassing things. And that was how his channel was born. Ordering a few cheap supplies off Amazon, Itadori filmed whatever he thought was interesting: his spring harvest, deadheading flowers, the farmers market and the handmade soap he got one day.

He had imagined his life to be filled with the busy atmosphere of the city, but the relaxed pace of the countryside brought his mind at ease. All he needed to do here was make enough to pay for utilities and keep himself fed. Sure he missed his friends, but they were always a phone call or a train ride away and he had managed to make more friends during his time here.

Walking the rows of his garden, Itadori filmed the plants along the way, narrating what he was planning to do with the upcoming summer season and what fruits and vegetables he was excited to grow. Quickly posting the video to TikTok, he tucked his phone away and forgot about it; becoming entranced with small insects and birds that visited often got him distracted.

“Yuji!” Someone shouted, drawing Itadori’s focus away from the caterpillar he was feeding a berry to. Dusting off his pants, Itadori came to a stand and looked around to find the voice.

“Hey!” He waved back upon landing eyes on Daichi, the retired farmer standing at the edge of his field. Bounding towards him, Itadori could see the gray streaks of hair permeating the otherwise dark strands on the man's head. “What’s up, gramps?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.” Flicking his chin, Daichi began to walk towards his home and Itadori followed dutifully. It wasn’t a far walk, hardly five minutes and they were at the front door.

“(Y/N)! C’mere!” Daichi beckoned and the sound of rushed footsteps gave way to a side door opening in the hallway and a flustered individual staring back.

“I told you I’m in a meeting!” You hissed, eyes flicking to Itadori but not paying him any mind. “Give me a minute, please?” Not waiting for a response, you hurriedly closed the door and went back to work.

“Who’s that?” Following Daichi to the living room, Itadori accepted the lemonade that was offered to him by Daichi’s wife.

“That’s the grandkid.” Daichi huffed, taking a sip from his own glass. “She’s here for the summer to spend some time with us.”

“Hmm.” Nodding along, Itadori’s eyes wandered to the hallway, where if he strained he could hear your voice.

“There ya are!” Throwing up a hand, Daichi grunted. “I thought you said you were on vacation, what’s with the work?”

“Not yet. I told you I have some things to finish up for the end of the week and then I’m free.” Rolling your eyes, you entered the fray. Itadori tried not to giggle at the button up you’d thrown on over an old shirt for your meeting. You quickly took it off, laying it over the back of the couch before sitting down next to your grandfather.

“Whatever.” Waving off your attitude, Daichi gestured to Itadori. “We have a guest, say hi.”

“Hey, I’m (Y/N).” Giving him a brief wave, you settled into the cushions.

“I’m Itadori, I live in the house next door.”

“Got it from his grandpa! You remember old man Wasuke, right?”

“Kinda…” Wasuke hadn’t lived in the area for long, and what you remembered of him was that he gave you money for some candy at a festival once.

“Wasuke wasn’t much of a farmer but Yuji here? Why, he’s got a great green thumb!” Laughing to himself, Daichi pushed up off the couch. “Stay here and chat, I’m going to see what grandma is making for lunch.”

As Daichi shuffled away, Itadori took the opportunity to observe you a bit more. You were typing furiously on your phone, mumbling that you’d be done in just a few seconds. He couldn’t deny he thought you were cute, hoping that this coming summer you would have a chance to hang out - just the two of you.

“What kind of things do you grow?” Finally tossing your phone away, you looked up at Itadori, seemingly not noticing that he’d already been staring at you.

“I-I grow a lot of things!” Clearing his throat, he tried to hide his surprised blush with his cup. “Right now I’m transitioning to summer crops and I really hope to grow some amazing strawberries this year and make some jam.”

“That sounds cool, you’ll have to let me come by and see the garden.”

“(Y/N) can’t even grow a houseplant!” Daichi shouted from the kitchen, causing you to jump up in defense.

“Grandpa be quiet!” Now it was your turn to blush, heat crawling over your entire body. You could hardly look at Itadori when you sat down, slapping your hands over your face as Daichi laughed. “God, he’s so embarrassing.” While what he said was true, why did he have to say it in front of the cute boy you’d be seeing the whole summer?

“It’s okay!” Itadori chuckled a little, enamored by your bashfulness. “I think you can grow something if you really put your mind to it.”

“Thanks.” Collapsing onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling. “But honestly, I’d probably need divine intervention to keep a plant alive longer than three weeks.”

“I’ll make sure whatever you plant stays alive the whole summer.” Whatever Itadori had to do, he was ready.

“Promise?” Turning to look at him, you stuck your hand out, pinky outstretched to him.

“Promise.” Quickly locking his pinky with yours, Itadori shook your hand. He’d have to remember to grab your number before he left, now that he had an excuse to start talking to you.

Talking a bit more, it wasn’t long till lunch was ready and Itadori was sitting at the dining table with a sandwich in front of him. He’d eaten in the house before, but it was different now that you were here.

“Did’ya know Yuji makes videos about plants?” Daichi asked, looking at you curiously. “Puts ‘em on YouTube and stuff.”

“Really? What’s the name of your channel, I’ll check it out!”

“(Y/N) works for a big PR agency in the city, maybe she can help promote you.” Daichi said with a proud smile on his face.

“Grandpa, I work with musicians.”

“You never know, maybe Yuji is into music!”

“Not really.” Itadori laughed, shaking his head. “I go to karaoke sometimes but that’s about it.”

Chatting away into the day, eventually you had to return to your laptop and finish out a few more things for the workday. Itadori had scored not only your number, but you were now mutuals on a bunch of social media sites. When you balked at his TikTok and YouTube following, it made Itadori’s chest swell a bit.

He didn’t see you for a few days after, with you being busy on your laptop and him being busy in the garden, there was no time to meet. But you did text him occasionally, sending pictures of plants you were hoping to grow and if there was something funny to show on Twitter.

When Saturday came, you sent Itadori a text in the morning asking if you could come over to see the garden. He instantly replied, dropping everything he was doing and running around the house to prepare for your visit.

Making a lunch, drinks, cleaning dishes that were already clean and making sure the greenhouse out back was spotless - he’d done everything a million times over and it still didn’t feel like he was ready enough when you rang the doorbell.

“C-coming!” Nearly tripping over an area rug, Itadori ran to the door. Opening it in a hurry, you gasped at the sudden motion and Itadori gasped upon seeing you. In a pale yellow sundress and a wicker hat no doubt made by your grandma, you were exactly what Itadori imagined the cutest gardener ever to look like.

“Hi!” You smiled, waving a hand at him. The faint smell of sunscreen drifted towards him and Itadori stepped aside to let you in.

“Hi.” He replied dumbly, closing the door after you. He suddenly felt self conscious of the decor of his home; it wasn’t modern in any sense, all of the furniture belonging to his grandpa before he passed.

“I remember this!” Stopping in the hallway, you pointed at a painting of a field of tulips.

“You do?” Itadori had passed by the artwork many times and didn’t think it had any special meaning.

“Yeah! Our grandpas painted together when I was young, I remember finger painting some of the tulips on here.” The tips of your fingers brushed the canvas as the memory came back to you of sitting on Daichi’s lap and insisting on helping.

“That’s really cute.” Itadori cooed, wishing he could have been there as well. Shuffling towards the backdoor, Itadori beckoned you to follow. “I have something to show you.”

Following him diligently, your jaw dropped at the garden before you. There were rows of large spring crops ready to be harvested, several flower bushes being visited by bees, and a few garden beds filled with rich dark soil and seedlings taking root. You couldn’t help but stop and smell some of the flowers as you walked through the garden, smiling at the ladybugs and caterpillars that called the leaves home.

“This is amazing.” Coming upon a large archway in the path, it was fully enclosed in climbing roses, some beginning to flower and show delicate pink blossoms.

“These are cecile brunner roses.” Coming up to one, Itadori plucked a flower and held out the stem for you, which you happily took. “At first I didn’t think it would ever grow, but luckily it took to the soil.” There were countless days spent doing research on the best soil, watering techniques and fertilizer to get the roses to not only grow and climb around the archway but to also survive the winter.

“Grandpa wasn’t kidding when he said you’re a great gardener.” Coming to the edge of the garden, you saw an empty little plot of dirt waiting patiently to be used. “How cute.” Crouching down, you giggled at the sign made with popsicle sticks and cardboard that read ‘(Y/N)’s garden’.

“Made it this morning.” Rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, Itadori motioned to the greenhouse off to the side of the garden. “I have a bunch of seeds in the greenhouse ready for you to choose from. A bunch of flowers and stuff.” Was it wrong to assume you would like to grow flowers? He didn’t want to stereotype you or make you feel bad-

“I’d love to grow some flowers!” Cutting off his inner monologue, you started toward the little structure. “I can give them to my grandma!” Itadori watched you walk away for a few paces before following you, his long stride catching up with you in no time.

Inside the greenhouse, with its frosted windows and higher humidity, it felt like the two of you were in a completely separate world. Itadori had set up the building shortly after moving in, assembling and filling it with gardening supplies and saplings in record time. He’d laid out all the summer seeds he had for you on his work table, unsure of what you’d like.

“I definitely want to grow these.” Holding up a packet of sunflower seeds, you handed them to Itadori, who settled close to your side. “Definitely a watermelon too!” As you picked seeds, Itadori followed along, making a mental checklist of what soil and fertilizer would be needed.

“Hey (Y/N)...” Walking back to your little plot, Itadori wasn’t sure how to pose the question he had.

“What’s up?”

“Do you mind if I set up the camera and film this for a video?” It felt so awkward asking you this - no one was ever in his videos so he never had to worry about asking permission. “It’s not for anything weird, I promise! I just think it’d be nice to make a series for new gardeners. Y’know, give tips and stuff?”

“That’d be perfectly fine!” Your immediate response instantly eased Itadori’s nerves. “Have to capitalize on every chance to make content.”

“I’ll be right back!” He didn’t want to keep you waiting, breaking out into a sprint to grab his camera gear. Setting up his trusty dirt covered tripod, he made sure the scene wasn’t too washed out from the glaring sun before hitting record and running back in front of the camera.

“Hi, welcome back to my garden!” Itadori started the video; he didn’t do proper intro’s or fancy editing for his videos, he preferred to keep it simple. “This is-” Stopping himself short, he turned to you. “Wait, sorry I didn’t even ask if you wanted to be in the video.”

“I don’t mind! I’m already here anyway.” Giggling a little, you waved to the camera. “Hi, I’m (Y/N), someone that can’t garden to save her life.”

“Yeah, this is (Y/N).” Laughing at your introduction, Itadori loosened up as he spoke. Talking about the promise he had made and the seeds you chose to plant, he went through the packets with the camera and zoomed in on the empty soil.

“I’m going to list on screen the fertilizers I recommend for this kind of soil; it’s all kinds you can buy for cheap!”

“You’re really easy going in front of the camera.” You said after he turned it off. You’d interjected with funny quips here and there as you and Itadori planted, but for the most part you were quiet, letting him do his thing and rattle off a million and one gardening tips.

“You think so? That’s good to hear!” Your compliment meant a lot to him; he never had an audience before, and his friends never commented on it when they watched his videos. A light blush adorned his cheeks as he shot some b-roll footage, chuckling as you waved at the camera after being caught in a sweeping view.

“Do you edit all your videos yourself?” You asked, walking slowly side by side back to the house.

“I do.” It wasn’t the best by any means, but Itadori was proud of the skills he’d managed to scrape together during his time producing content. He thought about hiring an editor, or at least someone else to just look at his work, but he didn’t like the feeling that it gave him; like he was giving up on a part of his channel, delegating it to someone else when he should be taking responsibility and doing it himself.

“If you want, I can…possibly help? I do some video editing for my agency.” The words were hesitant to come out of your mouth and you didn’t look at Itadori as you said them. You knew it was risky, and you were prepared to hear a rejection come from him.

“I…” His previous sentiment flashed before him. “Sure, you can give it a try.” Saying it with a slight smile, on the inside Itadori was freaking out. He had no idea he would say that, shocking himself to the core. But looking at your tentative smile, the ease in your shoulders as you walked into his home, he found he didn’t regret it.

Sitting you at the dining table, Itadori brought out lunch. He had made a large salad with the vegetables he’d grown, putting in fish that he had bought at the market. He was proud to boast that he made the dressing himself as well as the lemonade in your cup.

“You’re amazing, Itadori.” The awe in your eyes bolstered Itadori, making his chest puff out with pride. He could see the stars in your eyes and wished he could take a picture to capture the moment forever. Choosing not to answer, he stuffed his mouth instead, watching with interest as you took your first bite. “Itadori, it’s amazing you’re not married already.”

“W-what?!”

“Especially living in this town.” Your statement made him blush fiercely, his entire body engulfing into a red flush. It was true some of the townsfolk had wondered about possibly setting him up, but Itadori felt too awkward to accept any dates.

“S-so, what kind of videos have you edited?” Desperate to change the subject before he embarrassed himself, Itadori glanced at his camera sitting on the table.

“Mainly short videos for bands, like if they film behind the scenes content or make a vlog.” Pulling out your phone, you brought up a recent video you edited. “We flew overseas for a brand campaign with an artist recently!” Leaning forward, Itadori watched the man on screen talk about his first time being in the city and working with the brand in question. The video was smooth, interjected with funny pictures or short meme videos, stickers and glowing pencil drawings adorning the man whenever he did something cute.

“He’s…” Itadori struggled to find a word to describe him. With a serious, almost sullen face and jet black hair, Itadori saw why he would be the face of a brand.

“Megumi’s a bit of a grouch.” You chuckled, pausing at one part of the video where he was eating ice cream. “He insisted on getting ice cream just because I said I wanted some, and ended up getting it all over his clothes!” And sure enough when you hit play, Megumi stumbled on a bump in the sidewalk and his cone went right into the middle of his shirt; a GTA death screen fading overtop him as he realized what happened.

“What kind of music does he make?” Itadori was impressed with your editing skills, but there was something weighing on his mind.

“Here, let me show you!” Eager to promote him, you pulled up Megumi’s most recent music video. Itadori nearly groaned at hearing the smooth tenor voice coming out, wanting to smack a hand over his face. There was no way he could compete with a guy like this.

“He sounds great.” Itadori wasn’t listening to the words at all - he was too busy picturing Megumi buying you ice cream, probably taking you to dinner once filming was over and getting you some fancy bottle of wine Itadori had no idea how to pronounce. “Is he your boyfriend too?” As he asked, his head slumped forward and pressed against the table. He couldn’t bear to hear a yes come from you.

“W-what?” Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. “N-no! He’s my- he’s the agency's client!” You didn’t even allow yourself to entertain that idea, not wanting to get caught up in silly daydreams and possibly losing your job for falling for someone.

“Good.” Whispering to himself, Itadori sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “Finish eating, I’m going to grab my laptop and upload the footage.” Quickly leaving the table, as soon as Itadori was out of earshot he leaned against the wall and let out a sharp exhale. Thank god.

Returning quickly, Itadori took a seat next to you instead of across, opening up his laptop and importing the footage as fast as he could. Just sitting next to you like this made him nervous, sliding over the laptop and trying not to breathe too loudly as your knees brushed together.

“Itadori, your computer’s a dinosaur.” Giggling at the piece of tech before you and nudging his shoulder, you took a glance over the screen.

“Shut up.” He nudged you back and laughed as well. His friends also teased him about it, but Itadori figured that as long as it still turned on, it was good enough for him. He wanted to spend his time in the garden, not worrying behind a screen.

“Itadori, do you think-” just as you were speaking, your phone interrupted with a blaring ringtone. “Shit sorry.” Scrambling to grab it, Itadori saw the name flash on screen: Megumi.

“Hello?” It was a video call, something you were ill-prepared for. Fixing your hair and clothes, you were met with the desperate face of Megumi’s agent.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The man was close to tears, or at least that’s what it looked like to Itadori. “I need your help!”

“What is it, Jin?” Glancing at Itadori, you mouthed the word sorry and sent him a brief pout.

“I know you said you were on vacation for a while and that you would respond to emails once a week and to not bother you too much, but-”

“Gimme the phone.” Yanking it from his grasp, Megumi positioned himself into view with a scowl. “Where are you?”

Itadori’s mouth flashed a quick frown. Why was this man talking to you like this?

“You know where I am.” You replied in kind, playfully scowling back at Megumi. It was quiet for a moment, just the two of you staring at each other, before it was Megumi that broke the silence.

“Whatever. What’s my schedule for the week?”

“Ask your agent!” Rolling your eyes dramatically, you slumped in your chair. “He’s literally right next to you!”

“I don’t want to hear it from him.” Megumi copied your eye roll, earning a begrudging laugh from you. “Wait. Who’s that?”

“Who’s who?” You immediately jerked away from Itadori upon noticing his face was starting to peek into view.

“Are you with another guy?”

“Megumi, you can’t ask that!” Jin cried, tugging on his arm.

“It’s no one!” Another giggle came out from you, coated in nervousness. You didn’t expect Megumi to care who you were with.

“(Y/N), who-”

“He’s my boyfriend, bye!” Blurting out the line, you hung up the phone and slammed it on the table. Your entire body burned from humiliation and your phone was now getting a flurry of text messages.

“He…has your personal number?” Itadori asked slowly.

“Yeah.” Lifting up your phone, you groaned at all the messages from Megumi and now his agent as well. “Boss thought it’d be best for him to have it when we started working together. Ya know, ‘just in case’.” You’d never been more desperate for a proper work life balance than now. Sitting up, you took a look at the messages.

Megumi: (Y/N)! Call me

Megumi: answer the phone!!

Megumi: do you really have a boyfriend?!

Jin: (Y/N) I’M SO SORRY

Jin: just email me the schedule for this week

Jin: I promise to keep Megumi out of the way while you’re gone

Jin: JUST PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME

“Wow, they’re desperate.” Itadori didn’t mean to read your messages but it was difficult not to when you made no effort to hide them.

“Jin is always like this, I swear he was born a nervous wreck.” Pushing yourself away from the table, you wanted to curse at the moment that was lost between you and Itadori. It was normal for Jin to act this way, but Megumi was usually so nonchalant that you had trouble reading him at times.

“Let me get back home and put out the fire.” You had a dramatic slump to your shoulders that made Itadori laugh. “Do you mind sending me the files? I really want to edit the video.”

“No problem!” Giving you a thumbs up, Itadori led you to the door.

“Oh, and sorry about calling you my boyfriend.” You stuttered to a stop right as the door opened, taking a tiny step across the threshold and looking over your shoulder. “I hope it didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no worries.” Itadori waved it off. “I…I didn’t mind it all, actually.” Taking a quick glance at you, Itadori rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you stood still, worrying your lips and unsure of what to say next. “There’s a market in the next town over a few days from now, d’ya want to come with me?”

“I’d love that.” Your flushed smile and shy giggle made Itadori laugh himself.

“Great. I’ll text you the details.”

“Great.” The both of you gave each other once overs before finally separating and Itadori watched you walk away until he could no longer see you.

In the coming days, you had been unexpectedly swamped with work; apparently, you were the only one able to work with Megumi’s attitude and coax him into actually listening to Jin. You came over to Itadoris briefly, just to check on the plants and give him some bread your grandma made.

The day of the market, Itadori drove to you in his mini truck, the back filled with wooden crates of produce he intended to trade for some meat. Climbing in, the two of you set off down the road with a picnic basket in your lap; you and your grandma had woken up early just to make lunch for today.

“I’m so excited!” Bouncing in your seat, your eyes darted at every passing thing. You used to go to the neighboring towns a lot when you were younger but as you’d grown older you got too busy to do more than visit your grandparents.

Itadori smiled big at your enthusiasm and hoped the market would live up to all your expectations. You chattered about how it used to be when you came, before you got swept up in university and getting a job in the city. Listening happily, Itadori flicked the radio on.

“Oh my gosh, this is Megumi’s song!” Snapping to attention, you immediately turned the volume up, clapping giddily as his voice filled the car. “This is amazing! I have to let him know!” Quickly shooting off a message to him, you turned to Itadori. “What do you think of his song?”

“His song?” Resting his head in his hand, Itadori listened intently for a few moments. Megumi wasn’t a bad singer by any stretch, yet Itadori struggled to find something to say that wasn’t negative. “It’s good.”

“Just good?” You teased, leaning forward as the car slowed down at a red light. Itadori glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his cheeks getting a bit warm.

“If I say it’s amazing will you stop looking at me like that?”

“Ha!” Falling back into your seat, you laughed and sent off another message to Megumi. “I’ll let him know you love it.”

“Y-you’re telling him right now?”

“Of course! He worked really hard on this song!” He had spent many sleepless nights in the recording booth, only coming out to use the bathroom and to give you and Jin loathsome stares.

You came to the town in twenty minutes, nearly swaying Itadori to stop at a random field so you could take pictures of some grazing cows. Parking right at the edge of the market, Itadori first had to deliver his produce. He insisted on you staying in the car, not wanting you to lift anything heavy and hurt yourself.

“Alright, all done.” A few minutes later and you two began your walk down the market, shoulder to shoulder and looking curiously at every table.

“Smell this!” Picking up a bar of soap, you held it out and watched Itadori take a sniff.

“Oh, a sample!” A kind elderly man gave you and Itadori a slice of cheese.

By the time you were halfway down the market, Itadori was carrying a bag of things you stated you absolutely needed. You’d even bought him a few things, like a candle and homemade cookies.

“I love it here.” Sipping on an iced drink, you and Itadori wandered over to the nearby park, setting up your picnic and laying out on the grass. “I can’t wait for the summer festival, it’ll be even more fun!” You’d gone to the festival nearly every year, only missing out on recent years due to work.

“Yeah, it’ll be great.” Itadori was already forming a mental plan on how to ask you out at the festival, possibly right before the fireworks went off.

The two of you spread out on the blanket you’d laid down, people watching as you ate. The sun was warm against your skin, there was the light background noise of people in the distance, and once your stomach was full you decided to lay down.

“That cloud looks like a rabbit.” You pointed up at the sky. Itadori had laid down with you, not even trying to hide his yawn.

“Mmm, I don’t see it.”

“Your eyes aren’t even open.” Poking him, you got him to open one eye.

“Okay, maybe I see it.” Both of you laughed quietly, and while you tried to pick out more shapes from the clouds, Itadori fell asleep - with you unwittingly following suit soon after. It wasn’t a deep sleep by any means, you could still faintly hear people around you, but it felt good to relax for a bit.

A heavy weight across your midsection roused you in your slumber, drawing you closer to the body laying next to you. Looking out the corner of your eye, you saw Itadori still fast asleep, his head pushed against yours as his arm tightened around you.

“He’s so cute.” You whispered softly, fumbling to grab your phone and snap a couple pictures of him and the two of you together. You had to bite back the childish squeal that bubbled in your chest; the two of you looked cute together and if you were bolder you would show them to Itadori when he awoke.

Letting him sleep, you carefully sat up and began to put things away and back into the basket. At least half an hour had passed since you both laid down and there was no shortage of people still at the market.

Looking down at Itadori, you were unable to resist any longer and you ran a hand through his hair. It wasn’t exceptionally soft or silky, if anything it was a bit rough and in need of conditioner, no doubt from him being outside all the time but you liked the feeling between your fingers and you repeated the motion.

“Feels nice…” Itadori mumbled sleepily, pushing himself into your leg and groaning in appreciation at your fingers in his hair.

“Have a nice nap?” You chuckled, ruffling his hair a bit to stir him awake.

“How- how long was I asleep?” Interrupted by a yawn, Itadori forced himself to open his eyes and look into the sky.

“I’m not sure, I was asleep too.” Grinning at each other, Itadori yawned again and sat up on his elbow.

“We should head out soon, I need to load up the truck and get the meat home.” He made no move to get up any further, instead rubbing a hand over his face and shaking his head. Itadori looked at something in the distance, his mind trying to catch up with what was happening in the world.

“C’mon.” Helping him come to a stand, you folded up the blanket and tugged on his sleeve. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” Comically dragging his feet, Itadori let you drag him back to the market. As you got back into the crowd of people, he slipped your hand from his sleeve and laced your fingers together. “Let’s stay close.”

The words came out smoothly and from your vantage point he looked perfectly calm moving through the crowd, but on the inside Itadori was freaking out. It was taking everything in him not to shake from holding your hand and if he dared look over his shoulder at you, he knew an embarrassing noise would escape him.

“Pretty flowers.” You said casually, looking at a table full of floral bouquets. Itadori took one glance at the table and turned, walking straight toward it.

“Which one do you want?” He asked, fishing out money from his wallet.

“Oh no, it’s okay, you don’t have to-”

“How about this one?” Itadori picked up a large bouquet of baby's-breath and tulips, a lovely pink shade that nearly matched his hair.

“These are gorgeous.” Taking the flowers from him, you took a whiff as Itadori paid for them.

“Such a loving boyfriend you have.” The shopkeeper cooed, handing Itadori his change.

“Thank you.” A blush overtook your cheeks and a smile spread across your face; you didn’t have the heart to correct them nor did you want to in the first place. Walking back to Itadori’s truck hand in hand, you sat in the car as he loaded a few coolers of meat into the back.

Hugging the bouquet to your chest, the two of you drove in relative quiet, listening to the soft noise of the radio as the day winded down.

“I had a great time today.” You spoke up as Itadori made it to the front of your home.

“I did too.” Putting the truck in park, he quickly hopped out and ran to your side to open your door. Taking hold of the hand he offered, you moved slowly, not wanting the time together to end. Standing in the doorway, Itadori stared straight at you, inching closer every few seconds.

“Welcome back you two!” Your grandpa’s voice shocked both of you, forcing Itadori to take a large step back from you.

“H-hey grandpa!” You waved, hoping he didn’t see you and Itadori just staring at each other. Closing the car door, you tipped your head at Itadori. “I’ll see you soon? I should be done editing your video by tomorrow.”

“Soon.” With a nod and a wave to your grandpa, Itadori got back into his truck and drove off, this time allowing his hands to shake as violently as they wanted to. When night fell and both of you were in bed, Itadori could hardly sleep, reliving the day over and over in his head. As he tossed for the hundredth time, his phone lit up with a text.

(Y/N): I got a vase for the flowers!

Attached to your text was a picture of the vase sitting on your bedside table. Another picture came in shortly after, of you holding the bouquet in your backyard, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

(Y/N): grandma really wanted to take this picture, she said she’s going to print it out and frame it

Itadori immediately saved it to his phone, having to stop himself from making it his wallpaper.

Itadori: you look beautiful

Gripping his phone tightly, Itadori stared at the screen. He didn’t care if his statement was too bold, he needed to let you know.

(Y/N): thanks

The word was sent between a flurry of heart emojis and Itadori just knew you were blushing like he was. Neither of you said anything further, opting instead to grip your pillows and try to force sleep to come.

As the days and weeks went on, you and Itadori spent more time together. He loved how you edited his video, asking if you’d like to do a few more for him and possibly show him how to do it as well for when you left. You filmed several more videos together, capturing the growth of your seedlings into blossoming buds with fledgling leaves. You also went over the video comments together, thinking of how best to reply to them.

Neither of you said anything about the comments shipping you, saying how cute you looked together and wondering when you would start dating if you weren’t already. A few people had asked if you also made videos or were on other social media platforms, but you declined to answer those, not wanting it to possibly affect your work negatively.

“(Y/N), call up Yuji and tell him to come over, I want to have a barbecue.” Your grandpa announced just after 4pm. He and your grandma had been going back and forth about what to do for dinner and he finally decided.

“Why do I have to do it?” You questioned, grabbing your phone nonetheless.

“Oh, and tell him to bring some beers-”

“Don’t you dare, you know the doctor told you not to drink on that new medication!”

“Dear, he said one or two was fine!” And back to bickering they were. Laughing under your breath, you slipped out into the back, looking at the wide open grassland before you as you waited for Itadori to text back.

“(Y/N)!” You didn’t have to wait long, Itadori called your name as he rounded the corner.

“That was quick!” Standing to greet him, you gave him a curious look. You’d only sent the message ten minutes ago and he was already here with a platter of vegetables and meat.

“I got excited, I haven’t had a barbecue in so long!” In dirt stained overalls and no shoes, you could see he had been working in the garden.

“Well I’ll let grandpa know you’re here.”

“Yuji!” As if on cue, the man came out of the house. “Such a good kid.” Taking the platter from him, your grandfather turned over his shoulder. “Dear, is the barbecue still in the shed?”

“I’ll get it.” Itadori immediately walked over to the building in question, pulling out the barbecue and a bag of charcoal. “Where d’ya want it, gramps?”

“Over here.” As the two of them got to work setting up the grill, you went back inside to grab drinks. In no time, all of you were outside, listening to music from an old stereo and waiting for the grill to heat up.

“So (Y/N), how’s that boy in the city?” Taking a sip of water, Daichi stared at the grill. “He done calling you all the time?”

“Megumi’s just stressed, this is the first time I’ve gone on a vacation like this since we met.” Itadori frowned at the topic of conversation; he couldn’t help but see Megumi as competition in winning you over.

“Oh Yuji, you’re so cute!” Cooing at the young man, your grandma glanced at you. “I think someone is jealous.” Giggling behind her hand, the elderly woman patted you on the shoulder as you slapped a hand over your face.

“Jeez Yachi, you could try to be more subtle!” Leaning back dramatically, Daichi groaned.

“I can’t help it!” She continued to tease, reveling in yours and Itadori’s embarrassed faces.

“I’m going to get more water before I die of humiliation.” Jumping up, you all but ran into the kitchen to escape. Going straight into the bathroom, you splashed cold water on your face to quell your scalding cheeks.

Once your body had cooled down, you exited the bathroom, surprised to see Itadori standing at the kitchen counter chopping vegetables. You could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he chopped, his already short sleeves rolled up to expose his shoulders.

“Did grandma put you to work?” Making your presence known, you tore your eyes away from his arms and over to the window where the two of them were standing over the grill.

“Yeah.” Itadori chuckled, focused on chopping. Leaning against the counter, you looked over to him, wanting to say something about your grandma’s comment. “I am jealous.” He spoke before you could, not tearing his eyes away from his task.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Glancing at you, he licked his lips nervously before continuing. “Jealous that he’s known you longer, he’s gone on a vacation with you and probably a bunch of other things I don’t even want to think about.” Setting the knife down, Itadori placed his hand over yours. “But I’ll beat him, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Beat him in what?” Your breath was hardly coming out and your heart was beating so loudly in your ears you were surprised any sound was able to be heard.

“In the race for you.” A shaky exhale left Itadori, his eyes making contact with yours briefly before dropping to your lips. “I’m going to win your heart before Megumi knows what hit him.” Giving your hand a brief squeeze, Itadori stepped away and grabbed the cutting board he’d been working on. “Alright, all done!” He yelled as he walked outside, leaving you alone to think about what just happened.

You wanted to deny it, push away the idea that Megumi might like you in that way, but there was no getting around it. You’d seen the signs yourself no matter how hard you pushed them away and if these past weeks were any indication, he was desperate not to lose you to Itadori.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur, your interaction with Itadori playing over and over in your head. A few other neighbors had joined the fray, helping to disperse the conversations and take attention away from you. You didn’t shy away from Itadori, sitting next to him when it came time to eat and walking him out when it got too dark to stay out any longer.

“Thanks for coming.” You two were now standing on the sidewalk, neither of you making a move to leave the other.

“I had a good time.” Rocking on his feet, Itadori reached out and hooked his fingers on yours. “I’ll see you soon?” He gave you a hopeful look from under his lashes, one that turned to happiness at your nod.

“Yeah, I need to check on my plants!”

“Plants, of course.” Chuckling, Itadori raised your hand to his lips, giving your knuckles a kiss and a squeeze before letting go. “See you.”

“Bye.” Biting your lip to hold back a childish giggle, you waited for Itadori to get a bit farther away before making yourself turn to go back inside. Itadori’s confession followed you to sleep, making butterflies erupt in your stomach everytime you thought about his lips on your hand.

With the summer festival coming up sooner than either of you had anticipated, the time you and Itadori spent together wasn’t as much as either of you had hoped. Being a strapping young man, he was put to work grabbing supplies and setting up booths. What time you did spend together was always short, just a quick exchange before Itadori was called to do other things or he was simply too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

But it was all worth it in the end, when you woke up and saw that the festival was beginning to start. People from other towns had come and set up, making the festival stretch widely across the town center. 

“Itadori!” Painfully excited and jumping for joy, you knocked loudly on his front door. You knew he wasn’t at the festival already because you had made a promise to go together.

There were a few thumps from the other side of the door and a hushed ‘ow!’ before the door was yanked open.

“W-what time is it?” Itadori yawned, shielding his face from the sun. You couldn’t formulate an answer though, too busy ogling his shirtless physique. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again, your eyes drinking in every detail of his muscles.

“Eleven?” Your voice was terribly quiet and Itadori didn’t even hear it, opting to turn around and look at the clock on the wall.

“Damn, pretty late. Come in.” Dragging his feet through the hall, Itadori came to a halt at a coffee machine in the kitchen. “Want one?”

“I’m good.” Leaning against the dining table, you now stared at the muscles in his back, idly wondering what it’d be like to touch them.

“I see you staring.” Itadori teased, looking at you from the corner of his eye as he poured a cup of coffee.

“Shut up.” Whipping your head away, a blush cropped up on the back of your neck.

“I’ll get dressed and then we can go.” Quickly downing the drink, he did a light jog out of the kitchen. Five minutes later and Itadori reappeared, a light tank top adorning him. Escorting you out of the house, Itadori held up his camera.

“You’re filming a vlog?” You asked excitedly. He had never really filmed a video like this before and you were excited to see him broadening his content.

“Yes, I’m filming a vlog.” He was already holding up the camera, arm extended to capture both of you in the frame. “It’s the summer festival everyone! And me and (Y/N) are going!”

“It’s going to be great! There’s so much to do there!” You chimed in, pumping your first into the air.

“What should we do first? Maybe get some cotton candy?”

“Yes!” Scurrying ahead, you let Itadori continue to talk to the camera, excitement driving you forward. Briefly looking over your shoulder, you saw him film you running off and waving. Stopping once you reached the edge of the festival, you bounced on your toes waiting for him to meet up with you.

“Someone’s excited.” He teased, casually slinging an arm over your shoulder as you began your walk through the festival. You welcomed the motion, moving closer to him and letting your head rest on his shoulder for a moment.

Walking through the festival, Itadori had a hard time multitasking between vlogging and talking to you. He’d never filmed in such a public place before and it was making him nervous; not all the townsfolk knew he filmed videos.

“Hey Itadori!” A man sitting at a strawberry tanghulu stand waved the two of you down, gesturing to the fruit sitting on the table. “Look, these are with the strawberries you grew!”

“Wow!” Itadori had an impressed look on his face as he filmed it for the camera.

“Here, take some! They’re technically yours after all!” The man eagerly handed you a skewer of the fruit, giving you two a wave as you walked away.

“Don’t keep me waiting, try it.” Itadori nudged you; he wanted to see what you thought of his food. Biting down on the brittle sugar, you hummed and licked your lips.

“Only the best from the Itadori farm!” You exclaimed, waving the skewer at the camera. “I know all of you are jealous!”

“Gimme some.” Opening his mouth, Itadori waited for you to feed him. Taking a bite himself, he gave a thumbs up. “Amazing.”

Walking around the festival, the both of you stopped to talk to the other townspeople, some running stands and others just perusing themselves. There was a lot to see and do, from eating all the festival food you could get your hands on to watching live performances of local musicians.

“I should ask Megumi if he’d be interested in playing a festival, I want to go to more.” You said offhandedly, always eager to help broaden the exposure of your agencies clients.

“I should become a musician so I can have you think about me all the time.” Itadori teased, pinching your cheek.

“I think about you plenty!” Giggling and swatting at his hand, you captured it in yours, holding it tightly against your chest. Itadori laughed as well, untangling your hands to properly thread your fingers together.

“Good, ‘cause I think about you a lot.” Resting his head against yours, Itadori turned his attention to the music playing, turning the camera so it could capture it as well.

As the sun began to set, there was an excited murmur of the fireworks show to come. Itadori had helped put it together, driving cases of fireworks from one town to the other and helping plan out the order of everything on his ancient laptop.

“How cute!” Walking around a bit before it started, you stumbled upon a game stall where the prizes were large plushies. A large pink bunny had caught your eye, its ears much longer than its body.

“You like it?” Handing the camera to you, Itadori fished out a few dollars. “I’ll win it, no problem.”

“Alright, I’m counting on you!” Angling the camera, you made sure the whole stall was in frame before he started. Itadori was painfully focused, he hardly made a sound as he threw darts to pop the balloons a few feet away. Every throw landed, making you more anxious by the minute.

“It’s all yours.” The person manning the stall pulled down the rabbit and handed it to Itadori.

“Here you go.” Walking off, Itadori switched the camera for the rabbit.

“Thank you!” Feeling a rush of adrenaline, you bounced on your toes and swooped in, giving Itadori a kiss on the cheek. Clutching the plush close to your chest, you laughed at his shocked expression and how his eyes got wider upon realizing he caught it on camera.

“N-no problem.” He could hardly speak, surprised that you would even want to kiss him. Fighting the urge to grab you and kiss you back, Itadori tugged at your hand instead, focusing on walking straight and not passing out from how hot his face was.

Finding a spot to watch the fireworks, Itadori hugged you to his chest, resting his camera on his shoulder as the sky lit up. The babble of amazed children was drowned out every few moments by a loud boom and the crowd was bathed in a wonderful swatch of bright colors.

While the fireworks were going off, Itadori did mental gymnastics trying to figure out how he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. With the festival coming to an end, it also signaled the beginning of the end of summer, meaning you’d be going back to work in the city in no time. He worried so much about it all that the firework show came and went without him noticing.

“I had so much fun!” As the two of you walked out of the town center, your hands had naturally come together and swung back and forth.

“Me too.” Itadori turned the camera off now, it was too dark to really see anything on film. Passing by street lights, he dreaded every step closer to your homes. “(Y/N).” He stopped abruptly. “Let’s go on a walk.”

“Okay.” Sending him a curious look, you followed him down a side street away from home. Walking in silence, you could tell something was eating at Itadori because every few steps he would falter and look at you, only to snap his head away just as quickly. “Is something wrong?” Now it was your turn to stop under a streetlight, tugging him to stop as well.

“No.” Itadori said, refusing to look at you. “Well, yes…” Taking a glance at you made a groan come out of him and he threw his head back in frustration. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…just…” It was silent between you two: you looking at Itadori with worry and him staring at the sky trying to muster the courage to do something.

“Did I do anything wrong?”

“No!” Your question immediately brought Itadori back to earth, his wide stare throwing you off. “No, nothing!”

“Then what’s up? You’ve been acting weird since we left.”

“I-” Getting fed up with himself, Itadori let out a short and annoyed shout. “I just don’t want this night to end with me doing nothing!”

“Nothing?”

“Yes! I want to- I want to kiss you! I want to ask you out, I want you to be my girlfriend! But how can I ask any of that when I keep chickening out?” He hadn’t meant to shout, but Itadori was getting angry at himself. Squeezing your hand tighter, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder. “I don’t want you going back to the city without at least knowing how much I like you.”

Itadori refused to lift his head after his final words, not wanting to see your expression lest it be something he didn’t want to see. Sure, he had stated that he intended to win your heart but this was different, he was actually coming out and saying how much he wanted to be with you.

“Itadori.” Nudging his head up, you got him to look at you, his cheeks a horribly deep shade of pink. Looking at you made it worse, but he leaned into the hand you placed on his cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.” Your words made a tremendous weight lift off his shoulders and Itadori nearly collapsed.

“Thank god.” He sighed happily, cupping your cheeks as well and laughing like a fool. “I don’t think I could stand to be rejected.” Pushing his forehead against yours, he closed his eyes and sighed again. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” The word barely left you before he was already putting his lips on yours. Itadori was smiling in the kiss, pushing his teeth into yours without meaning to. He kissed you a few times, managing to close his mouth properly a few times before finally parting.

“Alright, let’s get you home. I don’t want gramps to get the wrong idea about me.” Kissing you again, Itadori put his arm around your shoulder and began walking. The trip back was too short for either of your liking and you made it to your front door all too soon.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked hopefully.

“Of course.” Itadori punctuated his statement with a kiss. Sharing a long hug, you eventually separated and went inside. Taking a glance into the lounge room, you balked at seeing both your grandparents scrambling to fix the curtains. “Were you spying on us?”

“I- well- it was your grandma's idea.”

“No it wasn’t! You know grandpa is nosy!”

You couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed at being caught by your grandparents. You just laughed it off and offered to give them the details which they happily listened to, giving you love advice every now and again.

With the end of the festival truly came the end of your summer holiday. Itadori and you harvested your crops, proudly showing the camera the bundle of flowers and produce you were able to grow. He edited the vlog of the festival himself as well, keeping in all the cheesy and romantic moments you two shared and titling it ‘finally getting a girlfriend’. There were hundreds of fan edits by the end of the week and Itadori clipped several moments to relive on his TikTok.

Once the day came to leave, you said goodbye to your grandparents, promising to come back soon. Itadori drove you to the train station, his hand laced with yours as he drove. He was pensive, not saying much as he drove; he had to constantly stop himself from turning the car around and driving you right back to town.

“You won’t forget about me right?” He asked as he helped grab your bags.

“How could I?” You knew for a fact that he and your grandparents would be blowing up your phone constantly asking for you to visit.

“Megumi better not give you any trouble.” Itadori would be ready to drive to the city at the drop of a hat just to put the melancholy man in his place. You laughed at that statement, rolling your eyes and taking your suitcase from him.

“Please, Megumi’s harmless.” Fixing your bags and checking the time, you missed Itadori’s brief look of discontent. You said that, but Itadori had a feeling Megumi wouldn’t back off just because you suddenly had a new boyfriend.

“Text me when you get on the train.” Placing his hands on your shoulders, Itadori squared your body to him.

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” Throwing your arms around him, you squeezed him tightly and pecked him on the lips. “I’ll even send a picture of my seat.” Kissing him one last time, you pulled apart and took a step back. “Bye!” You went to walk away but Itadori grabbed onto your hand, preventing you from going any further.

“I’m going to miss you!” He whined, letting you tug back and forth.

“You big baby!” You would miss him too and you nearly let him pull you back, but you stayed strong and eventually broke free from his hold. “Go pick out the fall crops already!”

“Fine!” Itadori made no move to leave, instead watching you walk away and into the station. He waited until you texted him that you were on the train and even then still waited until he heard the whistle blow and saw the train begin its departure.

(Y/N): miss you already

(Y/N): I’ll be back before you know it

(Itadori): I’ll be waiting

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[timottea]

Hey! I know your requests are closed but you said this is one of the prompts you will be writing so for dad timo could u make a little boy who looks just like him? and maybe his kids having french names, it would be so cute (:

hiiii! thank you for requesting this, i had the best time writing it and hope you like it 💗

crayons

it’s the curls, you decide. or maybe it’s the shape of their smiles. or the way they both sneeze the exact same way. almost always it’s the laughter, the way it fills the room, loud, unabashed belly laughs merging into one beautiful cacophony of happiness.

it’s everything, you decide, everything about luc reminds you of timothée. and you’re sure you’ll never be able to comprehend your luck, your life with him, with them, with all this love.

watching them from the kitchen, you play spot the difference as a teething luc dribbles all over timothée’s fingers on the living room floor: his tiny scrunched nose is an exact replica of timothée’s, smattered with the same dusting of freckles that you kiss nightly. his pudgy hands are just as wild as his father’s, banging together in a sort of applause while he gurgles and shrieks at timmy’s funny faces.

“baby?” you call from the doorway, stifling a giggle when both heads whip around simultaneously. your boys. you smile at them. “can you reach that pan for me?”

timothée’s up in a flash, pecking your cheek as he passes you, kind of like a habit. you smile, admiring the stretch of his arm as he retrieves the pan from the highest shelf.

“thank you, darling,” you smile against his lips when he kisses you again, he can’t help himself, and you use the pan to push him gently back towards your very unsupervised twelve-month-old.

“hey, monkey!” timothée laughs, hurriedly sitting back down on the living room floor and prying a red crayon from his son’s mouth. “that’s not food.”

he only looked away for a second, but your son is exactly where the baby books say he should be: pulling himself up, a strong grip, a teething nightmare, and he’s a little menace for it.

everything, everything, ends up in his mouth. hair, soap, the tv remote, one time your engagement ring – a terrifying day for all involved. and you’ve tried everything: teething toys, chilled fruit, cold washcloths, all to no avail.

now, your twelve-month-old son peers up at his father, craning his neck so high he almost topples over before timothée steadies him.

“nomnomnom,” he babbles, one pudgy hand fumbling for another crayon.

“nuh uh,” timmy sings, laying down on his stomach and holding the crayon in front of luc’s face for a beat.

he’s mesmerised by the colour, the shape, and timmy loves his curiosity, but he also loves his son not throwing up rainbows.

“drawing, dessin,” timothée says, english then french, pressing the crayon against the paper in between them, “not eating.”

he draws some lips, a smiling mouth, then switches colours, adding eyes, nose, ears, hair, colouring and shading until that delightful shriek —

“mama!” luc cries in recognition, banging his hands together in what timothée interprets as a clap.

“that’s right, it’s mama!” timothée smiles at his son, his mirror image, and then hands him the crayon to draw his own picture.

luc immediately shoves it into his mouth.

“nonono,” timothée rushes out, quickly fishing it out of his mouth. “not eating. drawing. like this—”

delicately, he takes his son’s hand and works it into a fist, slotting a bright yellow crayon into his grip. together, they cross the paper, luc gurgling happily at the lines he’s making, at the crazy scribbles and swirling marks.

“think you can do it by yourself?” he asks, watching his son intently. “luc draw?”

luc nods, his chubby fists reaching for more colours, first a pink, then a blue, adding more and more until it’s the most beautiful mess timothée has ever seen.

“yay!” luc shrieks, cheeks flushed in excitement. it seems he’s realised he is the one making the lines, as he studies each mark intently in the cutest damn concentration face timmy ever did see. it kind of reminds him of your laser sharp focus on the morning crossword; it kind of makes him want to cry. he sees so much of your beauty in him, and every day he can’t believe it. to be given the greatest gift: more of you in the world.

“more paper, buddy?” he asks, watching luc work out where to mark next on his scribbled masterpiece. of course, the next sheet goes directly into his mouth.

“jeez, you’d think we never feed you,” timothée giggles, lying the paper back on the floor with an affectionate kiss to luc’s curls.

this time, luc loves the colour purple, and is suddenly inspired by your hardwood floor.

“no, not on the floor, monkey,” timothée guides, nudging his son’s fist back to his paper.

luc just gurgles, climbing over his father instead, a much more interesting canvas, crayon running over timmy’s sweats.

“hey, cheeky,” he chuckles, rolling onto his back and hoisting his son into the air.

luc shrieks in laughter, kicking his legs out as his grabby hands reach out for timothée.

“dada!” he cackles, tugging on his father’s curls when timmy’s mouth lands on his tummy, pretending to chomp.

“you know how much i love you? how much mama loves you?” timothée asks, placing his son astride his stomach.

luc looks down at him inquisitively; timmy’s almost convinced he understands him sometimes. those eyes, like his, swirl with a thousand thoughts, constantly learning, seeking, growing.

he almost wants time to stand still. just for a little while.

timothée watches his son choose another colour, smiles to himself when he sees luc’s thoughts as they pass over his face: grab, sniff, dada, what does it taste like—

“nononono, luc!” timothée chuckles, removing another gnawed crayon from his son’s mouth.

“drawing, baby,” his father reminds him, setting out more paper when luc clambours off of him.

he could watch him make random scribbles all day. it’s luc’s unbridled joy as he does it, as he squeals happily when colours overlap, or he goes really fast with the crayon.

“dada, look!” he cries suddenly, little head snapping up to meet his father’s eyes, those eyes alight with pride, love, so much love.

“it’s me?” timothée asks, heart tripling in size at the messy squiggles. “you drew me?”

“dada, mama!” luc corrects, flapping his arms happily and adding a green squiggle in the corner. “luc!”

“me, you and mama?” timothée lets out an incredulous laugh, blinking back tears. “buddy, i love it.”

dazed, he had no idea he could love this much. of course, he loves you so much it scares him, but this burning desire to protect, to care for this tiny human you created together, it’s unlike anything he’s ever known.

it’s his very own work of art.

“gah, we love you so much,” timothée shouts, grabbing his son and peppering his scrumptious cheeks with loud kisses. luc shrieks in delight, a proper belly laugh overtaking him that makes timmy double down his efforts, tickling his son’s little feet.

the most beautiful sound, timothée chases it, springing into a cross-legged position and cradling him in his lap just to munch on those deliciously chubby legs.

luc’s giggles amplify as he kicks his feet, tiny hands tugging at timmy’s tshirt, his laughter bouncing, infectious, hilarious.

it’s the most beautiful sound, the most beautiful sight from where you stand against the doorway.

the pair of them together, a joyous mess of curls and squiggles, your very own work of art.

#timothee chalamet #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfic #timothee imagine #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet fic #timothee x y/n #timothee x you

[kyberblade]

Back To You (Din x Reader) - Part 13

A/N: We are getting into some angst with this one, but don’t worry, it ends happy. You know the Mando’a drill by now. We have some show dialogue in this one. Also, once again, there is some lore in this that @writerlyhabits wrote in a fantastic short, and I loved it so much, I asked if I could use it.

(This takes place right where the other one left off and goes to the end of episode 2x4/12, The Siege.)

I do not own Star Wars or it’s characters. Sadly. But I carry them in my heart. Does that count for something? My soul says yes.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, Grogu being the cutest thing you ever did see, and Din is once again a warning in and of himself in this one. Typical show violence. Maybe like one or two light swear words?

Word count: 10,121

As always, thanks to @grippingbeskar​ for encouraging me, looking over this for me, and being the one to introduce me to Din fanfiction in the first place, getting me hooked. You are fantastic and I always love our chats.

Thank you to @blondiwankenobi​, @what-the-heckin-heck​, and @dontletyourchildrenwatchthis​ for helping me think of things by just chatting with me.

Thank you to @deceiverofgodss​ who is the ruler of all Mando’a knowledge, showed me the error of my ways, and was kind enough to help me fix it. (Any errors remaining are my own. It’s hard, okay?)

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Sitting in the back of a small landspeeder, smooshed between Din and Karga, the five of you made your way across the lava flats.

The plan was simple. Get in and get out. Easy. The base was mostly abandoned, so there should be no problems once inside. After you rigged it to explode, the rest would take care of itself. 

The speeder was small, the front offering Cara and Mythrol plenty of room, but the back, while technically made to hold three, was more conducive to two, so you tried to take up as little room as possible.

After a few minutes of the wind whipping around you, you noticed Din’s arm coming around your shoulders, resting on the seat behind your head casually. You settled into the embrace, slowly realizing his arm tightening around you and drawing you in closer to his chest. 

It didn’t take much, your thighs were already pressed together in the cramped back seat, your whole left side sealed up against his right, but still you felt the slight squeak as you slid against the leather of the seat. 

Looking up at the side of his helmet, you narrowed your eyes. “What are you doing?” You asked lowly, arching a brow at him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said just as low, leaning in just slightly towards you before sitting back and relaxing in his seat. The movement made you slide the last little bit, settling into him with a soft thump as Mythrol jerked the controls over some debris.

“But if I did,” he continued, his helmet lowered right by your ear, “I don’t see you putting up a fight.”

You’d stopped by the Crest one more time on the way out, dropping off your cloak and Din stocking up on some weapons he thought he would need. 

As he passed by you after grabbing another blaster, he grabbed your  shoulder lightly, lifting your arms and twisting them in his hold as he studied your vambraces. Pressing a few buttons, lights flashing and motors whirring, he finally was satisfied, lifting his gaze up to yours as he kept a light grip on your arms.

“Mesh’la….”

“I’m not staying.”

He sighed. “That’s not…. I wasn’t….” He let out a heavier sigh. “I was going to say don’t be a hero.”

“Oh.” Your eyes flicked over his visor in amusement, a smirk twisting up the side of your face.

Pushing you to arms length, he tugged on your belt, spinning you slowly as he checked each weapon quickly and effectively. Shoving your blaster back in the holster, he tugged you back until your back was pressed against his chest, his helmet tilting down so the modulator was right by your ear.

“Remember, if anything goes wrong….”

“Don’t shoot. Just look scary and find you.” You turned your head to look up at him with a grin. “Although, I think I’m kinda actually scary now.”

“Oh, are you now?” His tone was amused, his head tilting as he looked down at you.

“Yes. I’ve been practicing.” Your lips quirked higher.

“And how does one practice being scary?”

You looked forward, pretending to be deep in thought. “Well,” you brought a finger to your chin, tapping it lightly as you continued. “It involves flamethrowers, a lightsaber, having scary good aim, yelling Mando’a at people to throw them off, and having a wall of beskar following me around.” You looked back up at him, brow raised. 

“So, what you’re saying, is ninety percent of what makes you scary is…. Me?”

You nodded. “I learned from the best.”

“Oh really?”

You turned in his hold, nodding with a grin, hands winding up in his cowl to pull him closer. “But I don’t think you’re scary.”

“No?”

“Not at all.”

The blaring of a horn beeped from the bottom of the ramp of the Crest, making the two of you sigh.

“I’m not saying anything,” you heard Mythrol hiss.

“Why, are you scared?” Cara teased. 

“Yes!” He whisper shouted in response.

You giggled, looking up at Din. “See? I told you. Scary.”

“Are you more scared of him or her?” Cara laughed over the question. 

Mythrol let out a little squeak. “Do I really have to answer that?”

“There is no wrong answer,” Karga offered in a playful tone.

“I somehow doubt that,” Mythrol said dejectedly.

Now, the closer you got, the more unease you felt. The whistling wind around you faded into menacing whispers, indistinct and threatening. You weren’t sure if it was some other language, just babble, or like someone speaking on the other side of the wall, all you knew was you didn’t understand, and that alone was maddening.

They surged, in and out of your consciousness, dancing along the edges just enough that sometimes you wondered if it was just the wind. But you weren’t that lucky, you thought with a sad smile. When had it ever been just the wind?

The whispers faded, mercifully, as you focused on the conversation around you, discussing the base once again.

“How close you want me to drop you off?” Mythrol asked offhandedly, almost bored, but the slight shake to his voice betrayed his nerves. 

Karga leveled a glare on him from his seat beside you. “How ‘bout the front door?” He grumbled.

“It’s a little close for a civilian, don’t you think?”

Karga rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his seat slightly, effectively pushing you further into Din with the motion, not that you were complaining. “I got two choices for ya. You take us in and I knock a hundred years off your debt.”

Mythrol hesitated. “Or?”

“Or I leave ya out here in the lava flats to walk home with whatever’s left in your humidity vest.” Karga looked satisfied with himself, sitting back in his seat, looking over at you as he chuckled disbelievingly. His grin turned a little lopsided as he looked you and Din up and down once, taking in how close the two of you were sitting. “You two look comfortable.” He spoke in a low voice, letting out a deep chuckle of amusement at his own teasing.

Cara peeked back at his lower tone, noticing the look on his face and reached out one hand, batting it lightly on his knee as she scoffed. 

“What?” Karga protested loudly as he looked forward at her.

“You know.”

Karga’s spine straightened, his face melting back to something stern at her words, her narrowed eyes making him shift uncomfortably in his seat, grumbling about how this wasn’t his fault. 

Cara just rolled her eyes before turning back to the front.

You looked up at Din in amusement at the exchange, moving to right yourself in the seat, but stopped when his thumb and index finger slipped over your pinky like they had in the market, squeezing gently. Looking back up at him with narrowed eyes, he simply looked straight ahead, the only indication he knew he was being watched his head tilting slightly when he gave your finger another squeeze. 

“It’s not much of a choice, is it?” Mythrol pouted, getting back to the main topic at hand.

You smirked, looking at the back of Mythrol’s head. “I think he’s getting it.” You turned to Karga with a proud smirk, laughing softly when he winked at you with a slight nod in agreement.

Finally pulling up in front of the base, Mythrol stopped the speeder, cutting the engines. “All right. We can’t go any further than this.”

Karga’s voice was low, determined. “Let’s go.”

Din approached what appeared to be an elevator, pressing the control panel a few times with no results. “Controls are useless. They’re melted.”

Karga sighed. “Well, it’s probably not rated for lava.”

Cara narrowed her eyes in annoyance. “Imperial trash.”

You looked at Cara as she spit the words out vehemently. You’d noticed the tear tattoo before, but it finally hit you, she was from Alderaan. Your stomach sank as you wondered if she’d lost anyone, and you immediately kicked yourself over how stupid that question was. Her planet was destroyed. She’d probably lost everyone.

“All right, I’m headed back. Hit me up on the comm, we could set up a rendezvous time.” Mythrol spoke loudly, beginning to start up the speeder again, soft beeps coming from the controls.

Karga pointed at him harshly. “You park your gills right there until I say otherwise.”

“I’m startin’ to dehydrate, boss.” Mythrol pouted, and you rolled your eyes.

Turning, you watched Din as he walked around, looking for another way in. Following his lead, you took a few steps back and looked up toward the base, shielding your eyes from the sun to get a better view. Mythrol and Karga continued to bicker, but you tuned them out, going over to Din and nudging him in the arm with your elbow.

When he looked down at you, you pointed up at a platform high above, and he followed your gaze, nodding slightly as he pressed the side of his helmet to change his display, studying it a bit more closely.

“Hurry up.” Karga was ushering a begrudging Mythrol towards the door, some small tool in his hand as he approached the control panel.

“Hold tight.” Din’s arm came around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest like he did on the ship on Trask. 

Looking up at his visor, you quirked an eyebrow when you found his head turned toward the others. “Them or me?”

Looking down at you, his head tilted to the side just slightly, he said in a low tone, “Both work.”

Scrambling, you barely got your arms up around his neck before he used the jet pack and you both were lifting into the air up toward the platform. 

“A little warning would have been nice!” You hissed into his neck over the howling of the wind around you. 

“I said ‘hold on’!” He laughed softly over the words, his grip around your waist tightening.

You let out an annoyed groan, tilting your head back and peering over his shoulder as the top of the platform came into view. Your eyes went wide. “Din, we have company.”

He kept his body between you and the platform, his beskar a shield should the two of you take any fire. “Where?”

“At your six.” You reached for your belt, his arm around you cinching impossibly tighter when you let go of his neck, fumbling for your blaster. “I can’t…. It’s just….” Because of the tight grip, your blaster was pressed tightly into your thigh, and you couldn’t get it out. The only thing you could get at was your knife. Pulling it out of the sheath, Din rolled his head slightly in annoyance when he saw it. “Oh hush,” you hissed. “It’s this or nothing. This was your idea. Just get us to the platform.”

Summoning every bit of focus you could, you ignored the pained whispers swirling around you like tendrils, trying to wrap themselves around any part of you they could. You saw the moment the stormtrooper saw you, and focusing on his blaster as it rose to aim at you, you pulled your arm back and whipped the knife forward, throwing it with deadly precision.

It knocked the weapon out of his hand, cutting him in the process, and he cried out in pain, clutching his hand to his chest. “Blast them!” He yelled at his squad, just as Din touched down on the platform.

Focusing again, you closed your eyes and reached out, hearing a faint click echo around the platform as each blaster malfunctioned in sync. Keeping the mechanical failure held up, you kept your eyes closed as you heard the sounds of struggle around you, blaster fire and the sound of beskar striking flesh moving rapidly around the deck. When it was silent, you opened your eyes, seeing stormtroopers lying motionless all across the surface of the platform, Din standing easily over by the control panel of the elevator.

Two troopers popped up from behind some crates, and without thinking, you drew your blaster with one hand, reaching out with the other. You shot one down before he got a shot off, the other you used the Force to catch his blaster bolt before it even traveled a few feet and sent it back at him, making him drop like his friend beside him.

A third came running out of a doorway, and with a flick of your wrist you sent him over the edge, his yell growing quieter and quieter the further he fell, until it finally stopped with a muffled thud at the bottom. 

You heard the beep of the control panel, turning to find Din walking away from it and looking at you. “Have I ever told you how handy that is?” He mused.

You snorted out a laugh, holstering your blaster as you walked over to the first trooper you’d thrown your knife at, scooping it off the ground. Walking over to him, you grabbed his cape and used it to clean the knife. “No. But can’t say I disagree.”

The elevator opened with a ding, the other three filing out and looking around with wide eyes while you and Din stayed in place, looking admittedly relaxed.

“Empty base, huh?” Din said to no one in particular, making you smile and shake your head, focusing down on your blade as you wiped the last of the blood off of it. 

Mythrol walked past, gulping when he saw the knife. “Is that…. Bl-” he swallowed roughly and you could have sworn he went a few shades paler as he stared at your hands. “Blood?”

“Yes, it was,” you said quietly, attempting a small smile meant to put him at ease if possible. But the way he reacted made you think you probably looked a bit manic. Reaching out for Din’s cape once again, you wiped a spot you had missed, before letting it swoosh back behind him. 

“Both. Definitely both of them,” Mythrol muttered to Karga as he walked past, following after him hurriedly.

Cara walked to the edge, peering down at the entrance where they had just been. 

“The reactor should be set in the heat shaft. If we drain the cooling lines, this whole base will go up in a matter of minutes.”

Karga’s words turned into echoes in your mind as you slipped the knife back into your belt, the only sound you were really aware of your heartbeat sounding like it was in your ears. Everything else faded into…. Nothing. The loudest silence you’d ever experienced. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew Mythrol was saying something about some ship on the platform, but that was the extent of it.

Staring toward the doorway the troopers had come out of, it was almost like you had zoomed in on an image of the space, every detail vivid to you, the vast space looming in front of you. 

Something was wrong.

It wasn’t just a temptation this time, or a mischievous kyber crystal wreaking havoc with your mind. There were no visions swirling when you blinked, no alternate realities waiting behind closed eyes. 

This was just an ominous sense of something…. Off.

And you couldn’t shake it.

A hand on your arm brought you back to reality, but whatever this was still loomed over your shoulder, waiting.

Looking up, you weren’t surprised to find Din looking down at you already. “What did you see this time?”

You smiled gently. “Nothing.” He tilted his head at you. “Have I become that predictable already?”

“I know you,” he said simply. “I pay attention. When you have one or two experiences preceded by that very specific look, you figure out the signs.”

Letting out a soft scoff, you followed after the others with a small shake of your head. “Have one or two visions and suddenly everybody can read you….”

He reached out and stopped you again.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you looked up at him after a long moment, keeping your face neutral. “What?” He stayed silent. “Really, I’m fine, Din. No visions, no predictions, no need to worry.” His visor simply held your gaze silently, making you roll your eyes with a huff. “Fine, I just don’t feel…. Right. It’s not me, it’s….” You turned your head toward the door where the others were waiting. “It’s something in there,” you finished quietly.

“Something dangerous?”

You looked back at him. “No, well…. Not necessarily. Not anymore.”

“What does-”

“Death.” You shut your eyes tight, unable to look at him as you said it, your voice lowering after the small outburst. “It feels like death.”

He quickly let go of your arm, making your eyes fly open, his posture rigid as he looked toward the door himself.

“Remember I told you I saw the Temple burn? How I felt dread that wasn’t my own?” He nodded, still looking at the door before he slowly turned his face back towards you, hand on his blaster out of habit. “I feel that again, too. Something horrible happened here, but it’s over. I think. It feels like it’s past….”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t!” You snapped, looking away at the door again and finding three sets of eyes on you, making you turn away in embarrassment back towards Din, looking just past his shoulder instead. “Look, we don’t have time for this.”

“I’m not letting you go in there if it’s dangerous!”

“‘Letting’ me!” You scoffed, eyes flying to his visor as you fumed, hands going to your hips before they do something stupid like start gesturing while you talk. “Oh, that’s nice.” Some of the crates sitting nearby began to rattle, trembling violently until you took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you focused your gaze on the center of Din’s chest. 

“I didn’t-”

“No. I know,” you said lowly, voice continuing into a hiss, eyes flicking up to his visor in a narrowed glare. “I know you.”

His spine straightened at your words, but he stayed quiet. If he had noticed the small lapse of control, he didn’t mention it. His gaze never strayed far from you.

“None of this is easy for me, Din. I have voices in my head, full of sadness and pain and horrible, horrible things. I don’t understand any of it, I just have to follow what I think is right. And you just have to trust me.” Your arms crossed over your chest. “Now, like I said, we don’t have time for this right now. We can talk about this later on the Crest, but for now….” Your arms fell to your sides limply, your shoulders almost slumped forward in defeat. “We said we’d help your friends, so let’s go.”

You felt his gaze linger on your back as you approached your small group huddled around the doorway. He didn’t move until you were halfway between the two, walking slowly forward to join you with a barely audible sigh. 

He was just worried for you, you knew that. But he already had so many other things to worry about, you didn’t want to add to his plate. 

It wasn’t his fault you could sense death inside the base. It wasn’t his fault you were hearing voices. It wasn’t his fault you felt like phantom hands were pulling on every part of you, trying to get your attention, or simply just drive you mad.

But he felt like it was. Somehow. You could tell by the way he looked at you, his helmet just a block of beskar to most, but to you it had a wide array of emotions you’d come to understand. From the slightest tilt of his head, to the sound of his breath through the modulator, it was almost as good as seeing his face, at least, in the sense of knowing what he was thinking.

As he walked up across from you on the other side of the doorway, however, you didn’t understand a word as you looked at him. Something had shifted, a wall had gone up that wasn’t there before, and it made your breath catch in your throat for a moment. You caught a glimpse through a crack in his facade as he looked at you one more time before turning to go into the base, and it made your face fall to watch the floor as you began to move forward. Sadness. 

Taking a deep breath in and out, you lifted your gaze, squared your shoulders, and let everything roll off you to focus on the matter at hand. This was dangerous. You needed to be on alert.

Luckily Din didn’t hover, in fact, he took the lead, letting you pull up the back without argument. 

After a few twists and turns inside the base, he began around a corner, pulling up short and quickly backtracking when stormtroopers crossed his path. 

“What are you doing?” You signed to him in Tusken when he glanced over his shoulder at the group.

“Troopers,” was all he said, signing as well.

Cara looked between the two of you, eyes flicking back and forth silently before she let out a gentle groan, rolling her eyes.

You arched a brow at her, smirking.

“Of course you know Tusken,” she explained.

You signed while you whispered, “Tatooine was the first place we visited. Got caught up between a Marshal in beskar, some Tuskens, and a krayt dragon.”

The stormtroopers' voices retreated down another hallway, oblivious to your group.

Cara snorted softly. “Let me guess, they’re all dead now?”

“Nah, only the kyrat,” you grinned, winking at Mythrol when he gulped audibly.

“How’d you manage that?”

“Not entirely sure. It swallowed Din and a bantha loaded with explosives, then he flew out of it, shocking it with his Amban rifle before he hit the detonator, and-”

“Forget I asked.”

You chuckled at Cara’s huffed response, turning back to see Din signaling the group forward again. 

After taking care of the cameras and the Imp monitoring them, you all found yourselves on a platform high above the center of the mountain the base was built into. Lava boiled and bubbled deep below, the source of energy for the base festering just below the surface.

“Woah!” Mythrol said, stumbling dangerously close to the edge as he looked over at the magma with wide eyes.

Din reached out, stopping him with his hand on his chest.

“Yeah. ‘Woah’ is right,” Karga mused quietly, peering over the edge himself. Looking to the side, he saw a control station a few feet away from your group. “That’s it,” he pointed at it. “Get on the reactor controls, drain the coolant lines.” He stared pointedly at Mythrol. “We’ll watch the doors.”

It took him a minute, but Mythrol finally understood. “Me?” He practically squeaked, pointing to his chest as if he needed further clarification. 

“Yes, you!” Karga practically growled.

“I’m afraid o’ heights. And heat.” He paused. “And lava.” He made a small nervous swooping gesture to the pit below. 

“How ‘bout if I put you back in carbonite?” Karga ground out. “Get over there!”

Hurriedly stepping over, Mythrol set one foot onto the small walkway, tapping it a few times to test its integrity. “There’s no guard rail on this.”

“Come on!”

Letting out a heavy sigh, you walked over to Mythrol where he stood on the small walkway, and put your hand on his shoulder, making him look at you with wide eyes. 

“What’s she doing?” You heard Karga whisper loudly to Din.

“Mesh’la,” Din tried quietly, but you held up your hand to stop them, never taking your eyes off of Mythrol’s. “Mesh’la, what are you doing?”

“Helping him,” you kept your voice quiet. “Take a deep breath,” you said lowly, letting your chest rise and fall in time with his as he did. “Good.”

“We don’t have time for meditation,” Karga grumbled. You vaguely noticed Cara whip her head to the side to glare at him from the corner of your eye.

“You’re not scared,” you said evenly, holding his gaze.

“I’m not scared,” he repeated in an almost distant voice.

“You can do this.”

“I can do this.” He smiled a small, proud smile. 

“You’re going to walk over there, set this place to blow, then we’re gonna get the hell outta here.”

“I’m gonna-”

You screwed your eyes shut with a sigh. “Don’t repeat that.”

“I won’t-”

“Just go,” you lifted your hand off his shoulder, bringing it to the bridge of your nose to massage away the incoming headache from pure annoyance.

“I’m gone,” he said, voice still distant, before he shook his head quickly, looking at you for a moment before snapping into action. 

Walking back to the group, you stood beside Din, arms crossed over your chest as you watched Mythrol work.

“Do you ever do that to me?”

Smirking, you looked up into Din’s visor. “No, you’re much too smart for me to do that.”

His weight shifted to one leg, his hands going to rest on his belt. “That’s what I thought.” After a moment his head tilted just slightly. “Wait….”

You were just looking back up at him with another smirk when Mythrol started yelling hurriedly. “All right, she’s gonna blow.” He scrambled off the walkway. “Let’s go! Let’s get outta here!”

An alarm started blaring and the lava started shooting higher, waves of heat beginning to rise now that the controls had been tampered with. 

Din pushed you gently but firmly in front of him, hand at the small of your back, as you all made your way back through the door. 

Running through the hallways, Din once again in the lead, you felt that sense of dread hit you in your gut once again, making your steps falter for just a second. Shaking your head quickly, trying to clear it, you surged forward to fall back in with the group. But try as you might, the sensation only grew the further into the base you got.

Din once again held up his hand to stop the group, peering around a corner as you heard more trooper chatter. 

Bending over, resting your hands on your knees in your spot at the back of the group, you took deep breaths, trying to steady the growing unease. The alarm blaring overheard no longer sounded like an alarm to you, but voices, almost like on Trask. Not your own like before, and none you recognized, but all felt familiar.

“Run!”

“Go!”

“It’s not safe!”

“Get them out!”

“It’s not your fault….”

You knit your eyebrows at the last one. What wasn’t your fault?

Mythrol tapped your shoulder, making you look up, and he jumped back slightly before pointing quickly to Din. The alarm went back to normal and the voices stopped.

“What’s wrong?” He signed, the troopers lingering on the other side of the wall.

“Noth-”

“Don’t say nothing,” he signed hurriedly, the tilt of his head conveying what would have been a frustrated tone. 

You sighed, standing up straight. “Voices.”

“Good or bad?”

You hesitated. “Just…. Voices.” His head tilted further at you. “It’s this place,” you signed with a soft huff. “Let’s just get out.”

He nodded, turning back to look around the corner. The troopers were still there, so he pointed back behind the group at another hallway before leading you all in the new direction. 

As he passed you, he grabbed your arm gently and pulled you alongside him. You arched a brow at him as you fell in step, your features softening when he signed one word. “Please.” Nodding once, you kept pace at the front of the group.

“Hurry up, purge the drives.” You heard a voice say as you rounded the corner into the new room.

Two Imps were bent over a console frantically pressing buttons and turning knobs. When they saw your group come in, the same voice, the one on the right, looked to the other and yelled, “Destroy it!” before drawing their blasters and opening fire.

Standing in place, you reached out, holding the other man suspended in the air, his blaster drawn and aimed at the console, his finger frozen a breath away from pulling the trigger. His eyes were wide as blaster fire bounced all around the room, and suddenly your view of him was cut off by a wall of beskar stepping in front of you.

“Mando,” you hissed through your teeth, looking up at the back of his helmet.

A blaster bolt pinged off his armor, making him groan. “Stop talking.”

You scoffed, but didn’t say anything else.

The group moved forward as a unit into the room, the first Imp dropping, his body draped over the console, and you held onto the second one still until a wave of something crashed over you, making you collapse to your knees, dropping the Imp in the process.

He released a few shots into the displays in front of him before someone in your group got him, too.

Din turned, finding you on the floor, and rushed over to you. Helping you to your feet, his voice was angry, not at you, but everything happening to you. “This is getting ridiculous. There has to be a way to stop…. Whatever this is.”

Looking up from where your eyes had been trained on the floor, everything stopped. You heard nothing, could barely take a breath, even dust particles in the air seemed to freeze, which you knew wasn’t true.

But what you were seeing couldn’t be true, either.

Bodies.

Bodies lined the wall in bacta tanks. Warped, twisted, they looked like they were in pain.

An odd sense of peace hung somewhere at the back of your mind, despite the horror taking over the rest. At least they were no longer suffering. There was some comfort in that. The feeling of dread began to morph into something calmer, as if the bodies suspended in time themselves were trying to tell you it was okay.

It’s not your fault….

You walked up to the chamber, your hand slowly extending toward the transparisteel divider between you and the being. Stopping just shy of the surface, you curled your fingers in slightly, pulling them just short, thinking better of it at the last minute. You wanted to offer them something, give them peace, a kindness, light…. But they weren’t there anymore. They were only shells, echoes of a life cut short.

You could try to reach out, listen for the last remaining sounds of what happened to them, let their stories be told, but something still and small in the back of your mind told you not to. It grew as you looked down the line of bacta tanks, like another hand being added to the idea and pulling you further away from it with each new body revealed. Almost as if the beings themselves were there and telling you not to look. That it was okay. There was an odd sense of peace behind the insistence, letting it settle in your gut with ease.

Rolling your shoulders back as you took a deep breath, you stepped backward slowly, keeping your eyes on the tank in front of you.

“Are you okay?” Din’s voice was right behind you, and you could feel his body heat radiating into your back as he stood just out of reach.

“No,” you all but whispered, shaking your head gently. “But I will be.”

“I thought you said this was a forward operating base.” Cara’s tone was low, dark.

“I thought it was,” Karga said quietly, his voice almost pained.

“No, this isn’t a military operation. This is a lab.” Silence fell between all of you. “We need to get into the system and figure out what’s going on.”

“What about the reactor….” Mythrol sounded panicked.

“Do it!” She hissed. “Do it.”

Stepping back timidly, Mythrol made his way over to the console.

At your back, Din spoke quietly. “I don’t like this.”

You just kept your eyes on the bodies during the whole exchange, finally blinking after what felt like too long, your eyes beginning to sting as the air continued to get warmer from the lava. Squeezing your eyes shut for a brief moment, you turned to watch Mythrol around Din’s shoulder, looking up into his visor with a small tight smile before focusing on the blue man.

“Pardon me,” Mythrol said dryly as he shoved the dead Imp off the control panel, and you smiled minutely. In another world, the two of you would have been friends. 

The scene from your bar flashes before your eyes, gone as quick as it came. It feels like a lifetime ago, had it only been a few months?

As you’d gone to move the not a stormtrooper out of the bar, the man’s head lolled back as you shifted his deadweight in your arms, making you shudder. “Don’t look at me like that,” you mumbled to him.

“I don’t think he can hear you,” Mando added dryly as he took the legs back into his grip.

Now dead or unconscious bodies seemed to follow everywhere you went, most of them actual stormtroopers this time around. It was to protect the kid, to protect Din, to protect yourself. But that still didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

Looking over your shoulder, eyes just shy of the bacta tanks, it felt a little more justified knowing you were getting even for them. Somehow. They couldn’t fight anymore, so you would.

A holo appeared of a man who began talking about experiments. You listened tentatively, only hearing every other word or so, until he mentioned “M-count”s. That got your full attention.

Din noticed and stepped up beside you. “What does it mean?”

“Midi-chlorians. It’s what makes some people more sensitive to the Force than others. The higher the count, the stronger your abilities.”

“So the kid….”

You nodded. “His would be off the charts, I’m guessing.”

“The child is small, and I was only able to harvest a limited amount without killing him.” The man on the holo sounded like he regretted much of what he was doing, but that didn’t matter.

His mention of the kid made an anger boil in your stomach, turning into a rage quicker than you’d ever felt. Fear soon swooped in to add to the mix, and your hands began to shake. 

You noticed Din’s shoulders tense up at the mention, but his hand silently slipped into yours with a gentle squeeze, in an attempt to help calm you. 

Blind rage would get you nowhere fast, you knew that. But it felt so easy….

“I will not disappoint you again, Moff Gideon.”

You stood in silence as the holo flickered off.

….would this day never end?

Din squeezed your hand harder, more for his benefit than for you this time.

“This must be an old transmission. Moff Gideon is dead.” Din’s voice was firm, like he wanted to believe it, but the slightest waver told you he was beginning to have doubts.

“No. This recording’s three days old.” Mythrol spoke calmly, meeting Din’s visor straight on, and you wanted to smile at his bravery, but couldn’t find your own to push past the sinking feeling in your gut. 

You squeezed Din’s hand in return.

Din’s voice was small. “If Gideon’s alive then….”

Footsteps were heard in the hall, and you all turned to face them as stormtroopers poured into the room. 

A firefight broke out, and you ducked down behind the front of the console, Mythrol on the other side. Drawing your blaster, you took out two troopers, smiling when Mythrol popped up over the edge in front of you, aiming his blaster at an awkward angle, but still dropping another trooper.

“Thanks,” you said on a heavy breath.

“No problem,” he mused quietly. You rose to your feet now that the room was cleared, and he flinched back a little bit, laughing nervously. “You still scare me.”

“Good.” You winked at him, smiling a bit broader as his nervous laughter grew slightly before turning to find Din. 

“I need to get the kid.” He sounded worried and you didn’t like it.

Cara nodded. “Jet back, you’re faster that way. We’ll head to the speeder and meet you in town.”

Din nodded and began down the hallway, gesturing to you to follow him.

As you made your way through the halls, you noticed how rigid his posture was.

“I’m sure the kid is just fine, Mando. We’ll get there in time.”

“I know that. I’m not worried about him.” He shot two troopers that rounded the corner towards you.

“Then what?”

“This place is gonna explode, mesh’la, or have you forgotten?” He chuckled.

You groaned, shooting a trooper that almost ran into Din around a sharp corner. “This has been a long, chaotic day, okay?”

He just shook his head gently, continuing on.

Further ahead, a door hissed open, and a wave of heat washed over you. Din skidded to a stop as fast as he could, teetering on the edge as he looked at the lava below, and you reached out, grabbing his cape to yank him back.

“That was kinda reckless,” you mused with a grin.

He shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s been that kinda day.”

Punching in the code for his jet pack on his vambrace, a door across the way hissed open, revealing a stormtrooper that began shooting, blaster bolts pinging off of Din’s armor before he lifted his blaster and dropped the trooper.

Suddenly fire came from behind him, and two more troopers came through.

He pulled you in front of him, blocking the bolts once again with his armor, and you looked over your shoulder down at the lava nervously.

His arm came around you, pulling you tight, and you were quick to pull up your blaster, aiming over his shoulder.

“I see you came prepared this time,” he grunted as a bolt hit his pauldron.

You shot the trooper on your right and he dropped, the one on the left continuing to fire. “Eh,” you shrugged one shoulder. “Figured I’d be helpful. No big deal.” Aiming for the trooper, you missed, then Din was taking off into the air. You tried again, but your shots ricocheted around. Shaking your blaster, slamming the butt on your palm, you scowled at it. 

“Problem?” Din sounded amused.

“I got one of them,” you shot back, glaring at the side of his helmet.

“Out of…. How many?”

You just stared at him for a long moment, hot dry air rushing past you as you continued to rise. “I’m not talking to you.”

He cinched his grip around you tighter, accelerating to the top. “Oh, come on now. Don’t be like that. I’m sure there’s a….” His grip got even tighter. “Perfectly normal reason why you missed.”

You rolled your eyes, mumbling as you stared at his pauldron. “Sorry, I’m a little distracted.”

“Aw, don’t feel bad, that’s….” He trailed off as you brought your other hand more firmly around his neck. “….fine.”

You smirked at him as you both burst up through the top of the mountain, where he was quick to fire at two more troopers in front of him. Once he landed, a trooper behind him landed a hit with a clang, sending Din off balance, and you quickly popped over his shoulder, bracing on his pauldron, and dropped him. He fell over the ledge, falling the way you had just come, yelling the whole way. 

You took a step back, holding your hands out to the side, blaster still in your hand. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” He only sounded slightly sarcastic. “Except I shot him.”

Looking down, you saw Din’s blaster was indeed aimed where the trooper had been, and was smoking from having just been fired.

Looking back up at his visor, you pointed a finger towards his face. “No, that was totally mine.”

Holstering his blaster, he spoke smugly. “If you say so.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, before deciding to holster your blaster, too. “I do.” You accentuated the last word by shoving the weapon back into your belt, promptly crossing your arms again. 

“Then fine.” He wrapped his arms around your waist again, pressing the buttons on the vambrace behind your back as he continued in a low playful voice. “But you’re wrong.”

Xxx

The flight back to town was quiet. You kept your face tucked into Din’s neck, leaning into him harder as he accelerated faster once the outline of the town came into view.

Those people…. They were just like you. Force sensitive, if only a little, even before the experiments, you could tell. Growing up, your family had always kept your abilities a secret. Word that the Empire wanted people like you spreading like wildfire, whispered at each street corner along with other local gossip. You’d never told another soul until Din.

You could have ended up like them.

Or like the Inquisitors you’d heard about who hunted for Jedi and wielded red lightsabers.

You shuddered as Din landed in front of the Crest, pushing you to arms length as you stared at the ground, arms held tight to your chest. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked quietly.

“Nothing.” You let out a bitter chuckle, looking up into his visor with a wobbly smile. “Everything.” It came out on a strangled whisper. You felt tears begin to fall silently down your cheeks. “What isn’t wrong?” Swiping at them angrily, you stared blankly at the ship behind him as you made your list, gesturing with each new thing. “Gideon is back, you need to get to the kid, I am worried for the kid, our friends are at a base that’s about to explode, there are secret Force experiments being done and they involve the kid on top of it all….” You took a deep breath. “Oh! And there is still a bounty out for me.” You let your hands slap down to your sides after your emphatic gestures, looking straight into his visor again with a sardonic smile. Reaching up, you swiped at a fresh wave of tears with the back of your hand, absently staring at the stain they left on your gloves.

“Hey,” he said in a low voice. “It’ll be okay.” Reaching out slowly, he pulled you into his arms, locking you in an embrace. 

It was all too much. All of this felt like your fault, but at the same time, some small part of you blamed him, however irrational it was. Everything on top of the lab experiments bubbled over into an emotion bigger than you could contain. “No, don’t touch me!” Without thinking, you reached out to push him away, blinking wide eyes at him as he skidded several feet back by an unseen force. You stared at your extended hands in horror, blinking rapidly as you turned them toward yourself as if you needed to examine them. “I- I’m so sorry. I didn’t- That’s not….” 

“We don’t have time for this.” He spoke so quietly, a chill ran down your spine. It was a voice you’d heard him use before, but never with you. “We need to get the kid and save our friends. Get on the ship.” Without another word, or another glance your way, he turned and began to head for the front gates of the city.

“But, Din I-” 

He rounded on you, shoulders broad as he loomed over you, only bending slightly to get closer to your face, speaking so lowly in what you could almost call a growl. “Get on the ship.”

Your eyes went wide and you just stared as he turned and jogged back into the city. Finally your brain kicked into gear enough for you to hurry up the ramp and into the ship, starting up the engines and everything else you could remember him teaching you on Arvala-7. A beeping that signaled an incoming hail sounded, and you pushed the button to accept.

Din’s voice filled the cockpit. “Leave the ramp down and begin the take off sequence. I’ll use my jet pack to get on the ramp.”

“Okay,” you said quietly, sitting in the seat and beginning what he had asked. “Is something wrong?”

“Too many people in the street to go back the way I came. Only makes sense to cut a few corners. Plus I don’t want to risk running into any of Gideon’s men.” The kid squeaked over the comm, making you smile just a little. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Then the line went dead.

In the silence that surrounded you, you’re left to only your thoughts as they swirled around and around in your mind. You hadn’t meant to push him like that. You hadn’t meant to do anything even remotely like that. But you hadn’t been in control. That was the problem. Your emotions had gotten the better of you, and something almost primal came out of nowhere, exploding out of every pore before you could stop it. 

You’d fully expected him to tell you to stay here while he got the kid and left. He didn’t sign up for this. Yes, you were a member of his clan now, and more than that, but you wouldn’t blame him for not wanting to deal with invisible forces that seemed to put you and the kid at the top of everyone’s list. Who would? It was a part of you, and right now, you really wanted nothing to do with it after that display.

A soft thump came from below, the ship jostling a bit as it continued its ascent into the air. The sound of the ramp closing and sealing with a hiss shortly after brought a wave of relief with it. Soon Din was in the cockpit, putting the kid in his usual seat, while you moved from the pilot’s seat to your own so Din could take over. 

“I’ll buckle the kid,” you kept your voice light and small as Din got behind the controls without a word.

As you fastened the kid in, you saw his pouch of blue cookies he munched proudly. “What have you got there, ad’ika?” (“Little one.”)

Din let out a quiet sigh. “I’m pretty sure he stole those off of a kid in there.”

Tisking as you raised an eyebrow at the child, he simply smiled up at you as he took another bite. “Bic cuy jate gar cuyi copikla.” (“It is good you are cute.”)

“Get yourself strapped in. Things are about to get bumpy.”

“Don’t they always?” You mumbled, doing what he asked.

After you were strapped in, your head shot up when you heard them.

TIE Fighters. 

“Din….”

“I see them,” he muttered, jerking the controls to the right and turning the ship. 

He came up behind them, over a canyon, and down below you saw that ship Mythrol had gone on about at the front of the base racing away from them as fast as it could. 

“They’re in there, Din. I can feel them. Something must have happened to the other speeder, but they are in there.” You pointed at the large vehicle as it raced away.

“I gathered that from the fact they’re under heavy fire,” he grumbled, pulling the controls back. 

You glared at the back of his head. “Okay, smartass.”

“Can you flip those switches over there?” He pointed in front of you. “Need the extra firepower….”

“These?” You pointed at a row just out of reach, and Din nodded. Trying to undo your safety belt to close the last few inches, something in it stuck, and you couldn’t undo it. 

“Mesh’la? Sooner rather than later. I need-”

Suddenly the entire row flipped at once, the sound of the canons charging up barely audible over the roar of the engines as you were all plastered back into your seats at the sudden acceleration one of the switches caused.

“What did you do?!” Din grit out.

“Why do you always assume it was me!” You groaned as you were pressed further into your chair, closing your eyes and tossing your head to the side. “I didn’t do anything!” Trying to lift a hand to point, you struggled to get it in the air, only for it to fly back down to your side as you let out labored breaths from the effort. “It was the kid!” You opened your eyes and glared at the seat across from you at the giggling little green creature.

“Which switch turns it off?”

“Far right,” Din hissed, turning to look at the child himself.

You reached out and flicked it off with the Force, the ship lurching in midair.

Din let out a relieved sigh as he kept looking at the child. Turning back to the console when it beeped, he pressed the triggers, and fired one of the enemy ships out of the sky.

Din looked over his shoulder at the child again, making you turn that way, too, finding him munching happily on his cookie. “Hang on, kid,” he said softly, before facing forward and sending the ship up into the atmosphere on a steep climb. 

You almost smiled at your little green neighbor as he cooed excitedly with a wide grin, his arms going up in the air as he enjoyed the rise and fall of the ship through turbulence. Almost. You were too busy trying not to be sick at the abrupt change in direction to give it too much attention.

Once again plastered to your seat from the force of the acceleration, you sighed heavily. “It’s not a race, you know.”

“But if it was, I would win,” he said under his breath, sending the ship into a roll. 

You groaned. “Now you’re just showing off. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line.”

“But this will look so much better,” he said, once again under his breath, before pulling the trigger and firing at the TIE Fighter ahead that looked closer and closer by the second. 

The ship bobbed and weaved on patches of turbulence, the kid turning back to his cookie for entertainment. 

“You missed,” you mused dryly.

Din only grunted in response. 

The targeting computer beeped to alert him the enemy was in range, and he fired again, sending it careening to the ground in flames and billows of smoke.

The kid put his arms up again and gave a little cheer of a squeak in celebration.

“Oh look, you hit one.”

The Crest kept rising, dashing through the smoke hanging in the air, until Din pulled on the controls, opening the drag fins. They caught the air, pulling the ship around, over itself in a loop as metal groaned in protest. 

While the ship hung in midair, the child squealed excitedly, while you groaned and mumbled, “I hate it when you do that.”

Closing the fins, he fired the engines back up and punched the ship forward, surging toward the surface of the planet. 

Entering into a long spin, you just stared straight ahead while the child giggled from his seat, arms still in the air in joy, and the incoming TIE Fighter sent bolts of light your way.

“What, no witty comment?”

You rolled your eyes at Din’s sarcastic tone, which was a bad idea, because added to the spinning, you got extremely dizzy. Bringing you hands to cradle your face, you screwed your eyes shut to stop the world from spinning. “I have no more words,” you grumbled. “But I’m glad you think I’m witty.”

“You have your moments,” he said softly, firing as the computer said he was once again lined up, the other ship exploding right before they would have collided.

Coming out of the spin after he passed through the smoke, the ship teetered back and forth as he swung left and right to stabilize out of the spin. Still headed toward the planet, he pulled up to fly parallel with the surface.

“Not too bad, huh, kid?” Din looked over his shoulder at the child again, just in time to see him act a little woozy, let out a soft squeak, open his mouth and let out a stream of blue vomit down the front of his robes. “Oh, boy.”

The alert for being hailed sounded, and Din pressed a button to accept before putting the ship on autopilot, then turned to the kid, wiping him off with his cape.

“That’s not a napkin you, know,” you teased, echoing his words from Trask when you did the same thing.

“I know. But do you have a napkin?” He replied with your exact reply.

“No.”

“Maybe in those magic vambraces of yours?”

You snorted another soft laugh.

“Right. Anyway.” He turned back toward the comm to actually listen to what Karga was saying. “Sorry, what?”

“That was some pretty impressive flying, Mando. What do I owe ya?”

He continued to wipe the kid’s face, reaching out behind him, doing it on instinct, and you smiled as the kid whined, wrinkling his already extremely wrinkled face up in annoyance. “With the repairs, let’s call it even.”

Karga chuckled. “Can I at least buy you a drink?”

“Sorry. I have some onboard maintenance I gotta take care of.” 

You snickered at his play on words, the child cooing and trying to get out of his seat while also staring at his sleeve of cookies. Unclipping your belt, you got to your feet to help the kid out. 

“Then we gotta hit the road before Gideon catches wise.” Din turned in his chair to look at you and the kid just as you set him down on the cockpit floor. 

Catching his visor on you, you smiled softly, and it widened when his head tilted just slightly. 

“Well, good luck flying, my friend.”

“It was wonderful to meet you!” Cara’s voice came from somewhere in the background, making you laugh softly. 

“You, too!” You leaned closer to the comm. “Stay out of trouble, Mythrol.”

He chuckled nervously. “Yes, ma’am.” The line was silent for a moment before you heard him mumble to the others. “She still scares me.”

“Good,” you said teasingly, smiling when Karga and Cara laughed. 

The line went dead right as the ship flew over them, then the city. 

“Well,” you said on a sigh, clapping your hands together in front of you once. “Today was interesting.”

You didn’t quite know what to say. Din wasn’t acting angry, more aloof than anything. You’d bantered during the dogfight, even laughed a little. “I’m sorry” just didn’t feel quite right. Not enough. 

You leaned on the back of your chair as the doors to the cockpit hissed closed behind you, the child deciding to head to the lower level. “Can I get you anything?” Din didn’t say anything. “Food, water…. Some silence?”

He turned, pressing something on the nav before standing and making his way over to you. 

“Din?”

He didn’t respond, didn’t slow down, he just kept moving forward, backing you up until your spine was flush with the wall of the cockpit, and his forehead came to rest against yours, pressing the back of your head softly against the wall as well. His hands came to rest lightly on your hips while his chest rose and fell harshly with quick breaths.

“Din, I’m okay. We’re all okay.”

His hands pulled off of you, and you almost asked if something was wrong, but they came back to rest on your cheeks, cradling your jaw without gloves before you could. As soon as your face was firmly between his fingers, he let out an easier breath.

“I thought we were safe. Gideon was gone. I can’t…. I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”

Your hands found purchase on his neck, slipping slightly under the cowl so you could feel his skin, too, and he leaned into the touch with a soft groan.

“We won’t let anything happen to you, either.”

Xxx

The door to the cockpit slid open with a hiss, and Din walked in almost timidly. He stopped after only a few steps, looking down at you and the child perched on the floor as you rubbed your head with one hand, face scrunched up somewhere between pain and amusement.

“What are you doing?”

Looking up at him with a sigh, the hand rubbing your forehead fell to the side of your face, cradling it as you braced your elbow on your knee. 

“I'm teaching our ad how to ask for stuff politely after I got whacked with the metal ball by standing in the way while he was doing his wizard baby magic on it." (“Son.”)

You looked at the kid again in amusement before you looked at Din again, eyes roaming his visor in search of the eyes you’d never seen. “What?”

He just stood there, frozen, as he stared down at you and the kid, every line of him rigid. 

“Hello?” You drug out the vowel playfully, rising to your feet and standing in front of him. “Mando? Din? Anyone home?” You waved a hand in front of his face, lightly knocking a knuckle on the side of his helmet when he still didn’t respond. Lowering your voice, your brows furrowed in concern. “Din?”

Shaking his head softly, he stepped around you, scooping the kid off the floor and setting him in his chair. “Sorry. Nothing. Just thinking about our ad and where we need to go next.”

You smirked, nodding once. “Ah. I see.”

Din turned to face you, and you felt your stomach twist in knots as you met his gaze again. 

“Din, I’m so-”

“Let me talk,” he held up a hand to stop you, his voice oddly calm despite the situation.

Closing your mouth, you nodded, darting your eyes all over the cockpit before they finally landed back on him. You bit the inside of your lip while you waited for him to speak.

“What happened back there…. I know that was out of your control.” Tears welled up in your eyes. “I’ve been with the kid long enough now to know that sometimes emotions just take that over, and even the best of intentions take a turn for the worse. He tried to choke Cara once when we were arm wrestling and he thought we were fighting. I had to physically pick him up and step between them before he stopped, and it looked like he wasn’t totally aware of what he was doing.”

He looked over where the kid played with his little silver ball contentedly in his seat, tilting his head fondly before he continued. “I’m not going to pretend I can empathize with you, because I have no idea what it’s like to hear voices like you do.” He looked down towards his feet. “But I do know what it’s like to be haunted.”

Lifting his gaze back up to meet yours, he sighed heavily. “That day with my parents, when the Mandalorians found me…. I’ve relived that day so many times I’ve lost count. When I’m awake, when I’m asleep…. In the middle of a hunt, when I’m eating, walking down the street somewhere. It’s everywhere. So I know some of what you’re feeling.” His voice lowered just above a whisper. “Bal Ni copaani gaa'taylir.” (“And I want to help.”)

Reaching out tentatively for his hand, he closed the remaining inches and wove his gloved fingers between yours. You smiled at your joined hands before looking up at his visor. 

Matching his quiet tone, you whispered, “Mhi ven'gaa taylir gar ni.” (“We can help each other.”)

Taking his other hand and knitting your fingers through his, you held it tight.

“Mhi me'dinui bora, tome. Ogir'olar, mhi ven'atiinir. Vaii gar alori Ni ven’shekemir.” (“Share the work, together. One way or the other, we will make it through. Where you lead I will follow.”)

Din tilted his head affectionately at your words, and somehow you knew he had smiled under there.

“Ni ven'alorir gar gayiyla.” (“I will lead you everywhere.”)

You smiled up at him, the first broad, genuine smile in a while, and you felt so much lighter as you did. “Ibic te haat.” ((Lit.) “This is the truth.”/(Approx.) “This is the way.”)

He pulled you in close to him, one hand on the back of your head, the other firmly around your waist, tucking his head close to your ear before rumbling his reply. “Ibic te haat.”

Xxx

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[lovrre]

Pink Walkman~

Eddie Munson X fem black reader 

Word count: 2,277

Summary: you’ve always had a huge crush on Eddie Munson but when you and your best friend make a deal that requires you to confess your feelings things take an unexpected turn. 

Warnings: pure smut, drug use(weed),cursing and a bunch of other stuff…

You had always had a thing for Eddie but he was never really your crowd. He didn’t seem to mess with what he thought was high Society type, high school girls. Plus the crowd you hung with wouldn’t let you hear the end of it. Last year you had him as a partner in your 3d sculpture and art Class. He might have not been good in his other classes but he was very creative and surprisingly good at drawing. He wasn't scary at all, just sweet and funny. You felt like if people actually knew him he wouldn’t have such a bad rep. You were telling your friend June that Tomorrow was your last period with Eddie before you switched classes

“You should definitely tell him you like him when you tutor him today,” June said excitingly at the lunch table. June wasn't like your other friends she didn’t care about social status or clothes just what she found interesting and she was The only other black girl in the school you clicked with.

“absolutely not, we’re cool but not that cool”  “girl he wants you, I can tell by the way his look lingers when you walk,” she says making a motion with her hand. “And you’ve been crushing so hard it might do you good” she says taking a fry off your tray. “No, he’s dose not” you say snatching the fry back and biting it. “why would he invite you over to his house to “smoke” if he didn’t want you” “Maybe because he’s a drug dealer June ?” you explain “if you kiss him OR at least

tell him you like him, I’ll give you my sister's old Walkman, with everything including”

“with the pink case and matching headphones?” You say raising an eyebrow “yes” “It's a deal then” you say smugly. You wanted that walkman since sophomore year and begged June to give it to you because her sister never even touched it.

After the lunch bell rang, you confidently strolled up towards Eddie. “Did you bring the textbook, it's the last day to practice for the final ” you say making sure that your forearm brushed up against his. A Look of horror paints his face as he talks “Shit- I could have sworn you said we’d use yours, I can go pick it up at my house if-”

a smile starts to appear on your lips and not knowing it Eddie starts smiling too “what’s so funny” he says now laughing with you. “Nothing just your face… “ you say motioning your hand around his expression “I have the book,” you say wiping away the tears that had formed due to your laughter. “ I’m just messing with you”

you say loosely grabbing onto his arm and dropping it. Another excuse just to touch him “You scared the shit out of me Y/N”. in reality you knew The situation wasn’t that funny but it was just his adorable face. He is just super cute his dimples that showed with his wide smile or his doe-like eyes. He really was the cutest thing ever and it felt like a big secret that only you were In on.

~~~~~~~~~

After school You and Eddie practice for his final using history flash cards in the caf  “who is the sixth President of the United States?” You say holding the card Close to your chest so he can’t see. You watch Eddie's gears turn as he tries to remember. “Remember the one that we said had the detachable beard”

he sits in silence for a second before answering “umm m...QUINCY ADAMS!” he says slamming down on the table “GOOD JOB, the fifth one in a row” you say giving him a high five before continuing.

After another hour of practice, you’re both were tired. But it still didn’t feel like the right time to talk about your feelings. “I know it was forever ago but does that offer for a smoke sesh still stand” “yeah of course”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Eddie, pull up to his house after unbuckling your seatbelt you jump out of the van, you miss-step and accidentally slip on a rock scraping your knee in the process. Luckily Eddie didn’t see and you wipe off any visible dirt. Inside you plop down on his familiar couch. You had been to Eddie’s a couple of times always to grab a textbook or practice for a test never to genuinely hang out

Eddie goes into his room rummaging through threw a drawer before coming back with a small bag of weed. “You smoked before?” Eddie asked setting everything up on the Coffee table in front of us. “Ya, I used to smoke a lot actually,” You say readjusting Yourself on the couch. Eddie looks back at you surprised. “Really you, smoking ‘’a lot” the way he emphasized A lot made you laugh. “Ya before I moved, I wasn’t always Hawkins high society”

” Who would’ve thought”

~~~~~~

40 minutes later you and Eddie were off the walls talking about the dumbest shit imaginable.

“I think that Mr. Hagan is a registered sex offender, ACTUALLY I KNOW HE IS,” you say with A bowl of cereal in your hand that Eddie had got you. “ Nobody gets that mad over girls not wearing short ‘NOBODY” Eddie says pointing at you bowl in hand. you jump up at his validation

“THAT'S WHAT I KEEP SAYING his excuse is “uniform” DO YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIS STUDENTS!” “Just disgusting” Eddie exclaims as he walks into the kitchen “DO YOU WANT SOME PEACHES” he yells form the kitchen. “Yeah, sure”

A minute later Eddie comes out of the kitchen with two open cans of peaches with a fork in one of them. “Here you go malady,” he says handing you the can with the fork, you bring your knees up sitting cross-legged on the couch, blissfully eating the peach slices. when you hear slurping and turn your head to see Eddie inches away downing the peaches like they were soda.

Metal Can to mouth, his head thrown back exposing his Adam’s apple. You watched as the juice ran down his chin and neck leaving him glistening. Your mind instantly went to the gutter you hadn’t been with anyone in over a year and it was starting to take a toll on you

Your mind thought about the taste of his lips covered in peach juice and how sweet it probably tasted. but You closed your eyes tights and opened them Washing away the thoughts. After he finished, he put the can on the coffee table next to yours

Whipping the juice off with his arm Eddie gave you a big smile “FINISHED” he announced. “You’re adorable you know that like literally the cutest”. You say whipping more juice off his chin. For a moment things seemed slow as your hand stay still on his face. In seconds the space between you two was closed. The kiss started off soft and sensual but quickly escalated.

Eddie was grabbing at the back of your neck deepening the kiss “shit- you taste so good” he huffs as his lips finally leave yours for a breath. He Pushes you down on the couch so you’re laying completely flat on the sofa. His hands roam up your shirt hesitantly touching your bare stomach. You grab his hand bringing it up towards your breast.

Your legs wrap around his waist looking for some sort of friction. He stops sucking hickeys on the crook of your neck and looked down at you with lust-filled eyes. “You want this,I understand if -“ you pull his lips into yours only stopping to confirm. “Eddie I want you so fucking bad right now” you breathlessly whisper in his ear. That’s all the confirmation Eddie needs

He Swiftly stands up and picks you up like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrap tightly around his waist, he leads you to his bedroom Plopping you down on the bed. Eddie was over you in a second helping you swiftly remove your clothes leaving you in nothing other than your bra and panties.

You internally praise yourself for wearing your new lacy pink set. Eddie took a second just taking you in before speaking your “so fucking beautiful” your core tightens at his words “take your shirt off” you breathe pulling at it. Without another word, his shirt is off “your wish is my command” he says before lowering himself in between your thighs. Holding them apart as he laid kisses on the insides of your thighs, closer and closer to your wet center.

Eddie loved the way the baby pink lace contrasted with your brown skin, he loved how smooth your skin looked. Just the sight of your Body made him harder

“Stop teasing,” you say from above pushing his shoulder with your foot. “it took me this long to have you I’m going to take my time,” he says begging to slowly rub your clothed cunt. The moisture from your wet core leaks through your lace panties. “So fucking wet” you clenched around nothing. Holding your panties to the side. Eddie began giving kitten licks to your center making you squirm under him.

You bit your lip but couldn’t contain your moans as his licks began to focus on your clit. In one swift moment, Eddie took off his rings and threw them somewhere in the room then sucked on two of his fingers before swiftly rubbing them against your wet slit. Slowly sliding in Eddie began to increase the speed of his tongue while pumping your cunt slowly.

You couldn’t control your body as your legs clenched around his head. “Faster” you moan barely able to speak. Your moans became louder as you feel your core tightening. Eddie quickly stopped throwing off your panties.

your legs squeeze together and He forcefully pulled them apart now eating you out more aggressively than before. He sucks on your clit and makes you call out his name. You now had a hand full of Eddie’s hair and were moving your hips against his mouth chasing Release. “Uhh Eddie don’t stop, don't ever stop” you scream as the knot in your stomach becomes undone. His groans into your center throw you over the edge. You cum all over his mouth, Riding down your orgasm Eddie keeps pumping his fingers inside you.

Finally Finished Eddie brought his fingers towards his mouth a sucked your juices off. “You taste so fucking good y/n,” he says rising back up towards your face. You looked at his face covered in sweat And cum, his hair sticking to his forehead. He just looks down at you with that adorable smile on his face “Oh I want you in me so bad, but first ” you say biting at his ear, you quickly grab a nearby blanket and wipe off his face.

You and him laugh at the act and then the moment stills again. Eddie kisses the hand you just used, the moment was romantic but you break the silence. “I want you in me Now,” you say snaking your hands down to fumble with his belt.

“I got it baby” Eddie pushes your hands down and quickly takes off his belt and throws his jeans off. Eddie leans over you to grab the condoms in his drawer. “What are you getting?”  “A Condom” Eddie replies grabbing one from the box in his drawer “I’m on the pill” you say smiling underneath him. “Oh Y/N You’re tryna kill me”

The thought of filling your tight cunt up with his cum was enough for him to bust right there.

Eddie quickly pushed down his boxers to expose his large pink cock coved in pre cum.

“You’re so big,” you said under your breath but Eddie heard you only fueling his drive. In one swift movement, Eddie plunged deep into your wet core. His dick filled you up and you moved at the stretch of him.

He gave you a second to adjust to his size before plunging into you like there was no tomorrow. Eddie Grabbed your leg a threw it over his shoulder To get a better angle. “so fucking tight” he groans in your ear, you clench around him and he groans. The sounds of your skin slapping against Eddie filled your mind leaving no room for thought. The moans that escaped your mouth were straight out pornographic.

You couldn't help but scratch up his back as he plunged inside of you hitting all the right spots. Eddie tried to hold in his moans but as he slid in and out of you his breaths became labored and he couldn’t hold them “this is mine” he repeated under his breath with every thrust “yours, all yours baby” you repeat in the crook of his neck. You began leaving sloppy kisses on his neck and face as he pounds into you

“Your close, I can feel it…me too baby,” Eddie says lifting your other leg over his shoulder. You feel a familiar knot in your stomach beginning to be undone. “Cum on my dick Y/N” he huffs out “cum in me, fill me ” You moan grabbing at the sheets you cum hard on his dick. Eddie lets out a loud groan and string of cuss words as he fills your cunt up to the brim. “Shit…Jesus. fucking. christ”

~~~~~~~~~

Later After Eddie cleans you and him up you lay your head on his chest and trace his tattoos with your finger “you know I’ve had a crush on you since forever” Eddie says wrapping One of your curls around his finger “No WAY!” you say look up at him chin now resting on his chest. “Yea I used to try so had to get your attention, with the outburst in the cafeteria, doing good on tests, going to BASKETBALL GAMES,” he says laughing to himself “aww baby, me too I’ve been wanting to jump your bones since I met you,” you say while giving him a small peck on the lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Eddie became a well-known couple at Hawkins high. Of course, there was regular name-calling but it was better than you could have hoped. Eddie was the best boyfriend ever and you often listened to music together on your new Walkman.

Author note: this was my first ever fan fic so it’s probably a little wonky.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson smut #Eddie Munson X black reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things #stranger Things season four #stranger Things season4 #smut #lovrre

[linabirb]

Go ahead, Lina, talk about why you like Rollo. I need a reminder on why he's the best ever :DD

SORRY FOR A LATE REPLY AURORA I GOT HOME A FEW HOURS AGO AND NEEDED TO REST and the power went out while i was typing this. why is this world so rollophobic

warning for lots of rambling under the cut!

first of all, his design.

"haha funny boy with a bowl cut and a huge hat" virgin vs "literally the most fun design to draw" chad. yes i'm the second one.

of course his design is heavily inspired by his counterpart but i just love it a lot! i really like the colors (some of them lowkey remind me of a bi flag JDKDLSLSL) of his outfit and i like how the color of his hair and his eye color look with them!

i actually disagree with people who say that he'd look better with longer hair or a more detailed/"unique" hairstyle bc i think in that case his design would feel very overwhelming? meanwhile here it looks much more balanced! when i draw him, it feels really nice bc i don't have to do much when it comes to his hair, i can just focus on the outfit! (though i had to get used to drawing his hairstyle, bc my art style is just. floofy hair.. soft hair..)

speaking of his hair..

I'M STILL NOT OVER HIM HAVING MORE MESSY-LOOKING HAIR AND EVEN HAVING AN AHOGE. I'M STILL INSANE ABOUT IT THIS IS SO CUTE. i've talked about it with my other friends and i hc that his hair is like that simply bc he wears a hat most of the time and.. yeah, your hair can become like that after you wear a hat. and like, maybe his hair has no choice but to look like that no matter how much he tries to take care of it and make it look better, so he also tries to hide it with his hat HDJKDKSLD.

also, i find it so funny how on some images it looks like he has really bad dark circles, meanwhile on other images you can clearly see that he wears makeup, so here's my rollo headcanon number 420 (i have so many of them. so many. literally about any topic. i am going insane): rollo tries to hide his dark circles with makeup, but fails miserably and he's really bad at it and nobody has a heart to tell him that he's actually not really doing a good job.

HIS CHIBI VERSION IS SO. SQUISHING AND BITING HIM. WHAT'S THAT EVIL SMILE FOR. YOU SILLY GOOFY MAN

now, his personality.

HE'S SO. SIFGHDHJFBDFBHDJNDVFDNM!!!!!! i love how rollo isn't just a "cold and emotionless anime guy". HE HAS EMOTIONS!! HE HAS SO MANY OF THEM!!! LITERALLY THE WHOLE MASQUERADE EVENT CAN BE A METAPHOR FOR EXPRESSING ALL THE FEELINGS YOU HAD REPRESSED FOR SO MANY YEARS AND ENDING UP DOING SO IN A WAY THAT'S HARMFUL FOR OTHERS (and probably you).

okay, i've said it before in my other post (the ask game one) but the fact that he's literally one of the few characters (if not the only one) who actually says that yuu must feel weird being the only magicless student and that it can be very scary and tiring. man. and like, when everyone has to split up into groups, rollo is the only one who asks what yuu will be doing. i could try my best to not go "this man is in love with them" at least for a second, but no, this man is in love with them. "oh it's only because they're magicless" shut up. so what if it IS because they're magicless. what if yuu is so pure to him, nobody can touch them. what if he wants to protect them from magic users. rolloyuu can either be the cutest and softest ship ever or they can be the most toxic ship BUT IN A GOOD WAY. IN A WAY THAT MAKES YOU GO "waittttt 👀👀👀 that's kinda. that's kinda. hold on a minute" LIKE YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYINGGGGGG. all variations of rolloyuu are good. all of them. his ghost room voicelines are also so. it's like, even if he's studying at nrc currently, you can clearly see that he still has favoritism for yuu. it really feels like he sees them as the only "good" student here. it feels like he's a little bit more.. um.. maybe he's more of a tsundere now, since now he knows that yuu likes magic? such as him being surprised when yuu shows him that they want to be friends with him and thinking that it's all just some kind of evil scheme and then being shocked that they're just genuinely nice and saying that it just makes everything even worse. OTOME GAME LOVE INTEREST BEHAVIOR. and him also kinda scolding them for "asking for a present" from him but then saying that birthdays really are important and that he hopes he won't disappoint them with his present. man. m a n. AND HIS OTHER VOICELINES STILL MENTION HIM FEELING SORRY FOR MC AND SAYING THAT THEY CAN ALWAYS RELY ON HIM AND ANYWAY ROLLOYUU ARE MARRIED-

but i should go back to the topic of his personality! you know what makes me insane. it's that rollo, no matter how hard he tries to look like this serious and organized person who has everything under control is canonically a dork in the most affectionate way. HIS FLYING LESSONS VOICELINES ARE SO FUNNY. the fact that he goes "WHY WON'T THIS THING LISTEN TO MEEEEE" when it's not working out, but when everything is fine, he immediately goes "oh, it's quite simple actually"?? i'm going to kiss you on the mouth, you idiot SJKDKDLSLS. he's also canonically a horse girl, which makes sense bc of his counterpart, but also HORSE GIRL ROLLO REAL. i need his lab coat sr. or at least let him take alchemy classes with his current card i want to know what he'll say.

his battle voicelines are so cool, i'm literally obsessed with them. HE LITERALLY SAYS THAT HE HAS UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO TAKE CARE OF AFTER BEATING UP SOME GUYS. HOW COOL IS THAT. some of his voicelines totally didn't make me giggle and kick my feet. totally. don't look at me. me reading "good, how obedient" and "it seems you still desire punishment" and choking on my tea

also i love how his vignette exceeded my expectations and didn't just make me go "i love him <3", it made me go "i need to take care of him, i need to give him a blanket, i need to force him to go to sleep when he needs it, i need to kiss his stupid face, i need to tell him that he's enough-". like what do you mean he eats the exact same things (and not just food, but also the exact amount of it) for lunch and i'm pretty sure he does the same with breakfast and dinner. what do you mean he wakes up BEFORE SUNLIGHT to clean the bell and the gargoyles. what do you mean he likes the bell of salvation (yes, i'm sticking to fan translations) because "it rings when it's supposed to", meaning that he likes predictable things and things that he "already knows" (i think you can say that it's also implied in one of his voicelines where he can't understand why mc is "acting so familiar with him". they're being unpredictable. it's too hard for him to understand them.) what do you mean even when he knows that it will be easier/more convenient for him to do something different, he still does it the same way that he always does. i need him to go to therapy, this man has at least one mental illness and i'm like 100% sure that he's neurodivergent. (i've said it so many times on discord but he's ocd-coded. i say that as someone who has ocd. that's it. i do so many of the things that he does, it actually was a little uncomfortable (but also validating) to read his vignette, i was like "?? DUDE?? PLEASE?? PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW UNHEALTHY IT IS?? wait i don't have a right to say that". the bit where he says that he eats the exact same foods to "avoid unnecessary desires" especially reminded me of my own behavior, because my brain often makes me stop taking care of my needs because "otherwise the Bad Stuff will happen". but i won't go into detail)

also i like how he's loved by literally all nbc students?? say whatever you want, call him manipulative and all that, but it takes hard work to make people like you and admire you and rollo is definitely hardworking.

now, his role in the story. sure, him and idia have very similar backstories, but rollo's past resonates with me much more, because i really wish we had more characters that express their grief and other negative emotions as anger. of course, some people cry, some people isolate themselves, some people become afraid of everything, but in those cases those characters are usually portrayed as sympathetic, meanwhile those who want to punch people, want to fight back, want to scream and yell at everyone, often get portrayed as unsympathetic, scary or even abusive and toxic or just evil. which is.. not good. not good at all. anger is a valid and understandable emotion and it's actually good to be angry about things. i actually was shocked when my therapist told me that i SHOULD "bite and scratch people more" (as i've said it myself) right after i was describing to her how easy it is for me to get angry we also found out that it's actually one of my alters' doing and i was like "i sound like some kind of monster don't i". so it's really nice and actually kinda healing to see him just steal everyone's magic, set the town on fire (with flowers, but whatever) and still hate magic and not really getting a redemption arc. it's okay, he'll get there someday. him immediately starting to sob the moment he remembered what happened to his brother also broke me.

however, there is one tinyyyy problem with his backstory, though that's just me, probably. you see, idia blaming himself for what happened to ortho was more.. i wouldn't say understandable, but it makes sense story-wise. he really was involved in it, even if it really wasn't his fault and he was only a child, i can still see why he'd blame himself. but in rollo's case, him secretly blaming himself.. doesn't really make sense to me? i mean, his brother just wanted to show him his magic, sure, rollo could blame himself for just standing and not being able to help him, but.. i don't know, it just feels a little bit weaker to me. so when the story goes "hey, look at him, he's blaming the magic users for not saving his brother, when he actually thinks it's his fault"! i'm like ". okay. what do you want me to do. do you want me to give him a hug and tell him that it really wasn't his fault." like, according to him, other mages really couldn't help and they ignored him, so what do you want me to do?? do you want me to point at him and go "HAHA SO IT REALLY IS YOUR FAULT"?? i'm not gonna do that!!

also, the thing is that rollo isn't selfish at all. i don't think he thinks that highly of himself. i actually bet that his self-esteem is horrible. when idia tells rollo that rollo wasn't trying to save other people, but he actually wanted to save himself, rollo is genuinely confused and can't believe it and idia himself says that it looks like rollo really did think that he was doing it for others. and even if he secretly wanted to do it for himself, i don't think him saying that he wants to save others and end their suffering is selfish. and he also says that he'd love to lose his magic too and he doesn't like using his magic.

his parents also being worried about him and making sure he's fine in the vignette also breaks my heart.

soooo yeah! that's all i can think of right now, but of course, there's most likely much more, my brain is just a little tired, haha.

maybe none of this makes sense and i'm just biased and i'm projecting, but who cares. at least i'm having fun.

if you've read all of this, thank you and congrats! have a pic of my croissant plushie (+ a bnuuy!!) :)

#[ 💌 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 ] #[ 💕 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ] #[ 💫𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝: 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 ] #eh you know what #twisted wonderland #rollo flamme #twst rollo #i'm probably gonna regret it later but rn. i'm too sleepy to care and i need to do my hw

[kjdkive]

cold weather with warm kisses — kth

fluff, tae being a total cutie

A long and heavy winter day. The coffee shop you worked at had many clients today, making you sick of espressos, caramel syrup and almond milk. Not to mention all the coffee spilled on your shirt. The place was small and new, that's why only you and other girl worked the afternoon shift; the problem was that with 15 people waiting in line, you saw the message of your coworker telling you that she wouldn't be going to work because she was sick. Couldn't she have done that earlier? It would, at least, mentally prepare you.

But it was now 10pm, and you were washing the last cups and cleaning the tables. You had now closed the doors to clean peacefully, without people entering. Your arms were telling you to stop moving because of how tired you were, and you also felt like if you saw another client you'd explode. Suddenly, you heard someone knocking at the crystal door. You sighed, trying to ignore the sound thinking it was a client trying to get something. There wasn't any problem if you didn't look back at the person, the place was already closed. You kept cleaning, but they kept knocking at the door. It really bothered you. So you turned around and looked who was so eager to get coffee.

"It's close—!" you tried to say, but you couldn't finish because you saw who it was.

You saw your boyfriend outside, greeting you with the biggest and cutest smile you've ever seen, waving his right hand at you. He knocked again, and pointed to the window so you pay more attention to him than you were already paying.

Without knowing what he was planning to do, he blew hot air on the window and drew a heart, never getting that big smile off his face. When he finished drawing the heart, he raised his arms over his head making a heart shape which made you laugh loudly. He really looked really cute, and the big puffer he was wearing making him look so small made him look cuter.

"Oh, Kim Taehyung." you sighed, smiling.

This type of gestures, you could say you were used to them now, but they never failed to make you feel happy.

You took your apron off, turned off the lights and grabbed your jacket to head outside. You closed the doors and made sure they were safely locked.

"Taeee!" you hugged you boyfriend, falling in his arms.

"How was your day, babe?" he asked, holding you tight.

"Horrible!" you hid your face on his chest, enjoying the warmth he was radiating.

"Do you want me to kick some ass to whoever made your day horrible?"

You laughed again and shook your head to let him know that it wasn't necessary, even though you knew he wouldn't actually do it. It's part of the job at the end of the day. He opened his jacket, and opened it so you could get inside and be closer, and warmer.

"It's not that." you said, making yourself comfortable on his embrace. "Well, yes, but no. My coworker told me 3 hours after opening that she was going to take the day off, and dear God, Taehyng, you don't know how many people came today. I really don't wanna see another coffee machine... or milk. Oh God, not milk! But it doesn't matter now, how was your day?"

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby. My day was just lectures and assignments." He started carressing your hair and cheeks while he spoke. "You worked really hard today, angel." He got closer, shaking your nose with his. You would make fun of him for his petnames, or how he was treating you. But you felt like you really needed that today, so you just got the closest you could to him.

"Your hugs make me feel better, so it doesn't really matter to me anymore."

"I know my hugs are magical, you don't have to tell me. But I don't want you to get cold, let's go home, yeah?" Taehyung separated himself from you, and zipped your jacket all the way up, he took his scarf off of him and put it around you. It felt warm, since he was already wearing it before, and it also smelled like him. He took your hand to start walking, and moved you to the other side, you know, the sidewalk rule as he calls it.

"I'll cook you ramen while you take a warm shower and then we'll watch your favorite show." He told you, while getting closer to you to give you little kisses on your cheek.

You just smiled. What did you do to ever get a boyfriend like this? You could only thank the universe for letting you have the chance to have someone love you this way.

english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.

#taehyung #bts #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #bts fic #bts fluff #kpop #v #kim taehyung #thv

[mercurygguk]

make you mine; drabble #3

➵ summary; jungkook teaches you the workings of dopamine – also known as ‘the happy hormone’.

pairing; jungkook x f. reader

rating; 18+

wc; 1.4k

genre; slice of life au

warnings; dirty talk (or science talk idk), oral (f. receiving)

a/n; third drabble for the mym couple is here and it is hot ;) enjoy!!

“Kook, it doesn’t make sense.”

The annoyed, frustrated whine leaving your lips has Jungkook grinning from ear to ear as you drop your head onto his shoulder. He’s been helping you with anatomy and physiology since that first study date months ago and every time you’re frustrated because of it, you’ll whine in the cutest way he’s ever seen, a pout on your lips that he wants to kiss so badly. But he refrains from doing so, just settling for a mere peck on your forehead instead.

“Baby, it’s really not that difficult,” he softly tries.

You scoff, lifting your head to look at him, “that’s easy for you to say when you’re already freaking Einstein in this class!”

He can’t help but laugh, the words that leave your mouth only making you seem even cuter – which shouldn’t be possible but it is and Jungkook doesn’t know how to deal with it.

“There’s got to be some other way I can easily understand this,” you frown, “no?”

Jungkook purses his lips, staring at nothing in particular as he thinks. How can he show you the workings of dopamine so that you can understand it correctly? The last time he had to explain something to you, he ended up showing it on your own actual body because explaining it or drawing it didn’t help. But how do you demonstrate how dopamine works? It’s not an actual physical thing you can touch, so demonstrating it on your own body is quite difficult.

Unless…

“Dopamine,” he quietly mumbles to himself. He leans forward to grab the book, index finger skimming the page until he finds what he’s looking for. His voice stays low as he reads out loud: “Dopamine is the chemical messenger used to send pleasure responses throughout the brain–“

He pauses, glancing at you with the hints of a smirk on his lips.

“What?” You ask.

“Pleasure responses,” he stresses his words, smirk widening as he wiggles his eyebrows.

Realization hits you as you stare at him, lips parting as a soft ‘oh’ leaves you. You’re not entirely sure what’s going on inside your boyfriend’s head but something tells you it has something to do with showing you how pleasure transports to the brain as dopamine.

“Kook-“

“Why don’t you lay down for me, hm?“

His voice turns raspy as he closes the book, putting it back on the coffee table. You can feel your heartbeat increasing as you notice the way his eyes have darkened. Excitement shoots through your body the moment his hands slide their way onto your thighs. Before you can ask him what he's doing, he’s guiding you to lay down.

A soft exhale escapes you as your head hits the decorative pillow at the end of the couch. Jungkook smirks softly as he hovers over you, pressing his body against yours. His breath fans your lips, brushing against them causing chills to rise upon your body.

There’s not an ounce of self control within you as you reach for the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. He moans softly against your mouth, kissing you back, tongue slipping past your lips and touching yours. Your fingers slide into his dark strands of hair, tugging at it as one of his hands gives your hip a squeeze.

“Dopamine…” he repeats when he pulls away, leaving kisses against your cheek and jawline. You let out a soft sigh, hands staying intertwined with his hair as you let yourself feel all of his touch. Goosebumps rise upon your skin when he slips his slightly cold hands underneath your T-shirt, brushing over your warm skin.

“… is a neurotransmitter,” he continues, trailing kisses onto your neck, “a hormone that helps us feel happiness and pleasure.”

God, you never knew someone talking about anatomy and physiology could be so hot.

Jungkook slides further down your body, mouth leaving a few kisses on your now revealed stomach. You shiver as he leaves a row of soft, soft kisses along the waistband of your sweatpants. A quiet, whispering ‘please’ leaves you, barely reaching Jungkook’s ears as he glances up at you.

“A lot of things can trigger dopamine release,” he tells you, the air from his words brushing against the skin of your abdomen.

Your heart skips a beat when you feel him tug at your sweatpants, pulling them down only to reveal your pink (and rather wet) lace panties. A shaky breath of air brushes past your lips when he pulls them off entirely, leaving you in nothing but a t-shirt and panties. Jungkook smiles and dips down, lips connecting with the skin right next to your clothed core.

“Such as,” he mutters, fingertips hooking into the waistband of your panties. His eyes meet yours as you watch him, watch him pull your panties down. He dumps them on the floor of his living room once they’re off completely, “food…”

A kiss right above your pulsing core.

“Learning something new…”

He spreads your legs wide open, the sight of your glistening lips causing him to lick his lips. But instead of touching you where you crave him the most, he turns his head and presses a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Or music… gambling.”

“Oh- mygod,” you gasp, his tongue finally coming in contact with your throbbing lips in a lick, clit sensitive as hell when he flicks it with the tip of his tongue.

“And sex,” he rasps before digging in, his mouth on you like a starved man eating his first meal in months. Your back arches off the couch, fingers tightening their grip around his dark and tousled strands of hair.

Everything he just told you about dopamine disappears from your mind as his hands tighten around your thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh tightly as he sucks and licks, eating you out and pulling moans from you. And every time he will suck on your clit, you whimper in the most delicious way, the sound going straight to his cock.

“Kook- ohmygod, fuck-“

Jungkook groans against your core, speeding up and bringing up a hand to slide his fingers into you, curling them and hitting a spot that has you whining his name.

God, he loves it when you whine his name like that.

The mix of his fingers and tongue has you whimpering and moaning above him, writhing on the couch and tugging at his hair as he slurps your juices, devouring you entirely. Your thighs try to close in but his free hand keeps them from doing so, fingertips digging into your thighs as he keeps your legs open, tongue dipping inside your folds, nose rubbing against your clit.

The end nears and you can feel the string within you is about to snap. That right feeling inside of your abdomen, sending pleasure through your entire body, heart hammering inside your chest and vision turning blurry, white spots slowly beginning to appear.

“Oh- fuck, I’m close,” you gasp, causing Jungkook to lift his head, fingers still working inside of you. When his thumb adds pressure to your clit, you moan his name loudly, a hint of whimpering laced in it.

“Cum for me, baby,” he rasps, watching you with dark eyes. “Wanna taste all of you.”

You’re biting your lip to keep yourself from moaning out loud when he wraps his lips around your clit once again, sucking hard as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, working you over the edge and letting you fall apart.

“Ohmygod- ohhh, Kook…”

Your legs jerk, thighs closing in around his head, hips stuttering as you chase his mouth as the orgasm washes over you, filling your body with goosebumps and a blissful feeling that causes you to let out a heavy, deflating sigh.

Jungkook makes sure to clean up your cum, drinking it all up as if it’s water. The lewd sounds of him licking and slurping your juices has your face heating up, hands covering your face in embarrassment.

“So…” your boyfriend hums, crawling his way back up to face you. You remove your hands, meeting his now glinting eyes. He smiles, lips and chin covered in your glistening wetness. “You understand the workings of dopamine now?”

You huff out a chuckle as you reach up, thumb wiping the wetness of his chin and then his lips. You gasp softly when Jungkook wraps his lips around your thumb, sucking off the remainder of your cum.

“Mhm,” you hum, gulping as you watch his mouth with focused eyes. “Dopamine… p-pleasure.”

A smirk spreads across his face, a proud nod of his head as he leans down and softly kisses you.

“Exactly,” he hums. “Good girl.”

“Fuck me,” you blurt, whining softly, “right now. Please.”

Your words have him chuckling but he obeys nevertheless, giving you what you’re asking for. You’re pretty convinced dopamine is your favorite hormone ever – if having one of those is a thing.

#mym jk #jungkook #jungkook smut #drabble #bts smut #bts #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #smut #fluff #bts jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts x female reader #jungkook x female reader #college au #jungkook college au #established relationship #kpop fanfic #kpop #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic

[evansbby]

Question for Poyt Steve.

I know this is nothing like omega, but how would Steve react if she tried to wrestle with him.

Would he react all smug and tell her to knock it off before she regrets her words.

Or play along with her as he knows the outcome of thier little game.

Anywho! I love you and the way you write! Plsass never stop writing!

Why is this the cutest thought ever??? I can’t get enough of these two, I want them in any and every cute scenario ever!! 💕💕😩😩

So, it would be super OOC for omega to want to wrestle Steve. I mean, she’s too shy to even talk to him properly half the time😩 also, she’s not stupid and she knows that she could never beat him at anything physical😌 but let’s say one day, poyt!Steve is watching wrestling on TV and he gets a depraved idea 😏😏😏😏

He calls omega over and of course she comes immediately (she was in the kitchen, baking cookies bc she is trying to perfect her cookie recipe bc she’s compiling a little recipe book secretly except she wants no one to know this bc she’s shy and insecure about her abilities and thinks it’s not good enough😩) ANYWAYS, Steve calls her over and she comes in her little cherry print apron and Steve gets hard immediately😌

Steve’s like, “baby, let’s play a game😈” and omega is like 😕😕 bc she knows Steve’s “games” usually end in him railing tf out of her. And Steve’s like, “let’s play wrestling. If I win, you give me something I want, and if you win… I’ll give you anything you want.” And omega’s like, “b-but I’ll lose😔” and Steve’s like “don’t be so pessimistic baby.”

And of course Steve gets what he wants and he figures this is an easy way to maul her around and mess with her (somehow make her cry bc that gets him hard too). He also likes how weak, docile and submissive she is with him, that makes him hard too. And he easily pins her, laughing all like “c’mon omega, try harder. Isn’t there something you’d really want me to do for you if you win?“

(And omega can’t help but think that if she wins, maybe she’d ask Steve for a bubble bath and a cuddle, maybe a movie and a quiet night in that doesn’t end in sex. Or maybe she’ll ask to be excused from cooking him dinner tonight since she’s already kind of tired from all the baking? She knows she’ll never win and she’s too shy to ask him for all this anyways, but a girl can dream, right?)

Anyways, back to the wrestling. Steve basically commands omega to try harder and she really doesn’t want to bc she’s not violent and she hates the thought of hurting him (as if she ever could). Anyways, the wrestling itself is kind of funny, just them rolling around and omega giggles and Steve even lets out a snort of amused laughter bc his omega is really so fucking cute when she’s play wrestling

BUT ANYWAYS as an omega she’s actually quite quick so she manages to wriggle out of his grasp and dodge him at one point and Steve is like !!!!! And then Steve gets… weirdly competitive and actually grabs her and throws her on the bed really hard and she’s all like ow!! 🤕😣😩 bc her arm twists 😔😔😔 and she’s a baby when it comes to pain so she starts crying bc it hurts!!! And Steve is like… half kind of feeling bad for accidentally twisting her arm and half turned on as fuck bc she looks hot when she’s helplessly crying.

Guess which feeling of his wins out? 😅😅😅

He ends up fucking her hard then and there. But he babies her extra extra extra afterwards. Like, condescending babying and he actually does draw them both a warm bath as a form of ultra rare poyt!Steve aftercare! So omega kind of gets what she wants… 😌😩

#anon #poyt ask #poyt drabble #ANDHSJSJWJS WHAT IS THIS IDEC I THINK IT IS FUCKING CUte

[buckttommy]

WIP (Thursday)

I was tagged to do WIP Wednesday yesterday by Dev @eddiediass , Morgan @rewritetheending and Chapel @extasiswings but I was busy. So I'm doing it today! Most of my writing has been for {redacted} lately, but I was inspired by a gifset from @bilosan about a Buddie + Zombie Apocalype AU. So I played around with my Buddie x TWD fic from last year and ended up with this. This snippet is a loose continuation of this part; enjoy!

"Hey. Hey." Eddie slaps the side of his face to get his attention. He draws a gun, gleaming silver in the sunlight, and waves it around. "I was Army before all this. You know what that means? It means that if you touch my son, if you even so much as look at him funny, I'm gonna put a bullet in you so fast you'll be dead before you even know what happened. Now, my son is nice. He wants to help everyone we come across. I'm not nice, which means if you become a problem, if you slow us down at all, I’m cutting you loose. You got it?"

Buck nods slowly. "I got it."

“Dad.” Christopher frowns disapprovingly from the corner. “We said we weren’t going to cut him loose unless he did something bad to us.”

“No, you said that. I said if he became a problem we’d leave him to the walkers, and since I’m the decision maker here, I’m pretty sure what I say goes.”

Christopher continues to frown. It’s such a human moment, such a slice of normalcy in a world gone dark and wrong, that Buck starts to laugh. Quietly at first, and then louder, harder until his shoulders are shaking. Eddie looks at him like he’s crazy, hand resting on the handle of his gun, but Christopher only smiles at him. 

“Man,” Buck says when he’s calmed down, “You have the cutest kid ever.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie grumbles, clearly defeated. He still leans down and helps Buck to his feet, still supports his weight until he can prop himself up on the wall of the cabin before squatting down and letting Christopher get on his back. Eddie looks at Buck out of the corner of his eye. Reluctantly, he reaches into his waistband and holds a revolver out to him.

Buck takes it gratefully. 

“You know your way around one of these?”

“Doesn’t everyone these days?”

Eddie snorts. “You’d be surprised. Come on. I have a truck about a mile away. We don’t fire unless we have to, otherwise we get through the woods as quickly as possible. You got it?”

“I got it.”

Eddie doesn’t look convinced. In fact, he’s looking more and more like he’s considering just leaving Buck here before even giving him a chance. Which would be shitty if Buck didn’t get it. It’s the end of the world; if he was a father, he wouldn’t put his kid’s life in jeopardy either, especially not for some stranger with a broken leg.

“Hey,” Buck blurts out, “I get a question too.”

“Of course you do." Eddie rolls his eyes. "What is it?” 

“If it ever comes down to it—if I ever put you or Christopher in danger—I want you to promise you’ll be the one to do it. To kill me,” Buck clarifies when Eddie frowns. “The dead can have my body, I don’t care, I just—I just don’t want to end up like that.” 

Buck can deal with a lot—he can deal with his parents’ deaths, he can deal with the world gone to hell, he can even deal with never finding Maddie since he already knows the chance is so slim. What he can’t deal with is turning into one of those things. He’s had nightmares about it, tried to envision himself as a monster tearing apart all the people he cares about, and it’s all too easy. That’s the disturbing part. It could happen to anyone at any time. Gone, just like that. Buck would rather be dead than have that happen to him. 

Eddie’s face changes then, too quickly for Buck to tell. For the first time, he looks hesitant. Unsure. 

“Promise me,” Buck insists.

After a beat, Eddie nods. “I promise.” 

Buck nods back, relieved. He takes a deep breath and rolls his shoulder back, checking the gun for bullets. Fully loaded, one in the chamber. You can say a lot about him but you can never call Eddie Diaz unprepared. 

He peeks out the cabin window and scans the woods. Coast clear. Eddie rests his hand on the doorknob.

"You ready?"

Buck's not sure he'll ever be ready, but he nods anyway.

“Ready whenever you are.” 

#twd au #no plot just vibes #love what tumblr has done to the tags on desktop btw. very chic #jack.txt #my fic #wip wednesday

[humanityinahandbag]

Eddie and Nancy: Serious Question

Hi. Yes. Steddie Fandom. I have a serious question.

Why aren't enough people talking about Nancy and Eddie?

I see a lot of them as friends. Which is great! I love that! But somehow in that headcanon, I haven't seen a single person talk about how Eddie and Nancy have a shared point in their lives. And that shared point is Steve.

So where are the scenes where Nancy and Eddie gossip about Steve in bed.

Steve was Nancy's first! And Steve may very well also be Eddie's first! I mean, really. It must be impossible to meet someone being a young gay metalhead in rural Indiana.

I absolutely want to see more moments of Steve walking into the living room to find Nancy drawing out a diagram like, "and then I did this."

"And he liked that?"

"He did. But that was after he did that move with his hips I wrote out for you-"

"Oh yeah! The one he did on me too!"

"He'll tell you his moves are original, but let's be real-"

"What the hell are you talking about!?" Steve would look around the living room. It's filled with scraps of paper, covered in charts and statistics, written out by one Nancy Wheeler.

Nancy and Eddie blink innocently up at him.

"Studying," said Nancy. "Eddie asked for some advice and felt like I'd be the best person to ask."

Steve squints down at a bit of paper that reads Steve's Five Favorite Moves and glares.

"I have way more than five moves," he snips, even though, yeah, reading it over...

"It's sweet you think that," said Nancy, before turning back to Eddie. "Does he still do that thing where he says touchdown at the end?"

"It's the cutest."

"Isn't it? He's such a jock in the sheets."

"Oh my god and last night he got on top and said, "put me in coach!""

"He didn't."

"He did!"

Steve very quickly turned on his heel. Maybe he could drown himself in the pool before Robin tried to talk him out of it.

#steddie #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson

[shiyorin]

A Random Collection

This is random things from the note app on my phone. Most of them are excerpts that I had to remove because they are not suit for fics anymore, but I still love those.

"Are you kidding?" She ticked points off on knuckles. "No relationship experience? Overbearing daddy issues? Probable performance problems downstairs? You're not red flag. You're red alert."

…

She pursed lips, as if divining some great mystery. "Hmm. Three possibilities come to mind. One - you weird religious cult type dudes, taken strict vows of celibacy?"

"Absolutely not!" Guilliman protested stiffly.

She ticked off a finger. "Two - dear old dad Big E raised you all to be socially inept man - children?"

Sanguinius cleared his throat delicately. "While Father emphasized scholarly pursuits, I'm certain matters of the heart suffered no neglect."

"Uh huh." She grinned like a fox scenting easy prey. "Which leaves option three - maybe the old family jewels just… don't work so good, if you know what I mean?"

An eruption of offended squawks answered, Angron leaping to defend primal functions in crass terms best left unquoted. She threw head back laughing at their discomfiture.

…

"Seriously though boys - this lifestyle screams more red flags than a Soviet parade. Maybe consider loosering up some? Live a little?" Her grin turned wry. "Unless you actually like being walking hormones with no outlets. Each to their own, I guess."

…

"A girl enjoys keeping royalty on their toes."

"You call that keeping him on his toes? More like knocking him senseless!"

…

"Come now, where's your sense of adventure?"

"Buried alongside our sense of self preservation."

…

"You lot look like the cryptkeeper after a bender. I resemble Cate Blanchett risen from some Classical goddess."

…

"As if any of you dullard men could compare. I am art, poetry, passion given form. You're just 'thank you, next'."

…

The moral? Never judge a book by its cover, or an ape by its goggles. The Jokaero may seem quaint and amusing in their orange fur, but their tech will ruin your day in a nanosecond.

So the next time you face a goggled chimp wielding a grenade ring, do yourself a favor: back away slowly and pray to whatever gods you worship that the chimp just wants a banana, not your fiery oblivion. Because when they says "Get the fucking fool, Mr. Muffin." you do not want to be the fool in question.

…

"Well, it seems your reckless merging of xeno and imperial has finally born fruit."

"Indeed. Fruit that twitches, hisses and tries to eat your face off."

…

She smiled in satisfaction. "That'll teach you to call me not cute." She examined her reflection, preening. "Who's the cutest assassin in the galaxy? That's right, me!"

…

"A woman's got to have hobbies."

"If your hobby is torturing us, you must be incredibly bored."

…

The soapy bubble will pop. The puddle will dry. But the Firstborn will remain, sleeping in the dust of stars, waiting to be reborn. For we lit the first spark in the cosmos. And even death cannot extinguish that light. Though the ending draws near, we greet it with open arms, for at the last, we return to begin once more.

…

They persisted. And slowly, an escape plan began to form. Two parts genius, one part madness and 100% unlikely to work. This will either fail spectacularly or turn they all into newtons. Either way….

…

"Someone who knew nothing of knowledge spoke."

"Someone who knew nothing but knowledge spoke!"

…

As the Imperium fell into twilight and decay, the cat lived on. When at last the Emperor's light dimmed to an ember glow, it was still there, curled up at His foot, the one constant in a changing universe.

The story goes that when at last the Imperium crumbles to dust, cats will roam through empty Palaces once more. They will nap in thrones meant for giants, bathing in sunlight still streaming through stained glass windows. They will rule the galaxy, not through duty or destiny, but by birthright of carefree whimsy that even gods cannot defy. And so it shall always be, when at last the Imperium's golden dream fades into memory, and stray cats wander freely through ruins.

#shiyorin's writer #writing

[itskatieloves143]

The Little Human ❤️️💜

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The Obey Me crew accidentally brought a human child to the devildom instead of the exchange student

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~Part 3

~Obey Me Twins (seperately)

~GN3Y/O!Reader (pronouns they/you)

~Platonic

~Fluff with the OBM boys trying their best to take care of a little human

~(mild cursing)

~Not proofread

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A/N: Heyy! I managed to get this out on time so yay me~ I'm horrible at writing for the side characters so rip me in the next part (looking forward to Luke though)

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Beelzebub❤️️

–Was raiding the fridge like always when he noticed the little kid staring at him

–”What is this tiny human doing here are they scared of me oh no”

–Instantly reassured when you shyly asked him if you could have some of the pudding he was eating

–He thought it was so cute that you would just come right up to him without being scared

–Parted with a pudding cup for you

–Thought it was so cute how you tried (and failed) to use the spoon

–He helped you eventually

–When you were both done eating he picked you up and started off towards the common room to ask who you were

–Riding on this man’s shoulders as a three year old would be terrifying ngl

–He may as well be a skyscraper already, but being on his shoulders? Absolutely nerve wracking

–He’d never drop you though and he’d be very careful with you since humans are fragile, especially the smaller they are

–When he learned that you were the human exchange student he was actually shocked

–He always makes sure you never go hungry

–If you don’t like something on your plate please offer it to him he’ll be very grateful (Lucy might get mad though so make sure he doesn't see)

–Bear hugs

–You know that thing where you throw the baby up in the air and catch them? That's him with you.

–Is always very gentle with you and if he ever accidentally hurt you he’d be so upset

–Takes you to fangol games

–His friends from there love you

–You become the team mascot

–If anyone ever considered touching you he’d absolutely obliterate them

–Loves it when you make little drawings for him

–You remind him of Belphie when he has to help you get dressed

–Takes you to Hell's Kitchen constantly

–At first is kind of concerned at how a Kid’s meal is enough for you but his brothers reassure him that human children don’t need that much to eat

–Movie nights with TONS of popcorn

–He thinks it’s cute that you like his wings but you can’t really touch them because the oils in human skin can mess up fly wings so better safe than sorry

–Carries you around everywhere with him

–Is used to carrying people around and basically being a human demon pillow (thanks Belphie) so he doesn’t mind at all

–He thinks you’re the cutest thing in all 3 realms

–He’s so scared of hurting you because of how tiny you are

–Comparing hand sizes

–Likes holding your hand because of how small it is

–You tried to sleep in one of his old t-shirts once and it was absolutely massive

–You ended up just using it as a blanket instead

–Once you fell down the stairs of the HoL and he had a really hard time forgiving himself for letting you get hurt

–Eventually his brothers helped him get over it but he still thinks about it from time to time

–When you have to leave he’s really upset

–Wouldn’t hesitate to come running if you called for him

–He doesn’t eat for a solid week after you leave

–He’ll always make sure you have food on your plate and would never let you go hungry

–Adores you and considers you apart of the family<3

Belphegor💜

–Was napping on the couch as always and woke up to see a little human curled up next to him

–Confusion ensues

–Carries you around the house while hunting down one of his brothers to ask who the hell this kid was

–The way you yawn when you wake up makes him melt

–He almost started to like you before you started doing zoomies around the house

–”You little shit-”

–That night when you came to his room and climbed in bed with him was the moment he realized

–You’re his cuddle buddy forever now

–Can’t sleep unless you’re with him

–Uses you as a mini pillow

–Helps you sleep and always gives you nice dreams

–He’s the one to come to if you have a nightmare

–He thinks it’s adorable when you try to play with his tail but he never lets you because it feels weird

–His pillow becomes your pillow

–You and him both rely on Beel in the morning

–You have matching cow plushies

–Bought you a cow onesie when he was in town once

–You’re absolutely precious with your onesie and cow plushie

–He’s the only one who doesn’t carry you around incase he fell asleep standing up

–He doesn’t want to accidentally drop you

–When you’re awake he tries to stay up to watch you

–Doesn’t know what he’d do if you ended up getting hurt while he was asleep

–When he wakes up and you’re not there he gets so worried but he’d never tell anyone that

–When he finally finds you he scolds you for running off but he doesn’t really mean it

–He’ll hold your hand while you walk if you want

–Is actually really jealous of your onesie because it has the little feet on the bottom and it looks so soft

–Thinks it’s cute when you try to steal his jacket to sleep in but is also kind of annoyed because its fcking cold

–”You little bitch give it back”

–His brothers find you two passed out in RAD and around the HoL

–Lots of hugs and cuddles

–You tried pulling the hair in front of his eye back once but he stopped you

–You’re convinced he doesn’t have an eye back there and instead has a secret tiny demon behind his hair

–Another twin???

–He eventually showed you that there was actually just an eye behind there just to get you to shut up about it

–Unfortunately for him you had already started an entire club at RAD who spent their time making conspiracy theories about what’s behind his hair

-His brothers constantly joke about there being a 9th sibling behind Belphie's hair

-There's a framed RAD newspaper article about it in the twin's room

-It was photoshopped so well Belphie almost started believing it himself

–He’d gladly deck someone for looking at you the wrong way

–He loves his little ball of sunshine

-You're like a tiny Beel

–When you have to leave he’s really sad and has trouble sleeping for a while after

–After you leave you never have trouble sleeping again

–You will never have another nightmare either

–He likes to visit you in your dreams

–He never thought he’d love a human the way he loves you

#obey me #obey me shall we date #beelzebub obey me #obey me beelzebub #beelzebub om #om beelzebub #beel fluff #beelzebub fluff #belphegor obey me #obey me belphegor #om belphegor #belphegor om #belphegor fluff #belphie fluff

[stormblessed95]

Hey Storm, this is a bit of a cheeky ask, as I know that you’ve mentioned this moment before, so feel free to ignore it if it’s too repetitive!! This is in regards to the jikook moments in run BTS episodes 77-78 , as well as the behind the scenes of the episodes (massage and recording). I love the sweetness, flirtiness and sly thirstiness (…jk, rm is trying to hi five you) that we got to see here. It’s currently not on your master list (under run posts) so if ticontinue rewatching run, I’d like too see an individual post just on these moments, if that’s something you’d also be interested in. Kind regards to you and yours!

Second attempt at answering this because tumblr hates me and didn't upload the first one. Lol SIGH. THESE EPISODES THOUGH ARE AMAZING.

Link to the episodes:

In Episode 77, about 7 minutes in. Jin pits Jikook against each other in the palm pushing game. Jimin immediately whines about already having lost since JK is strong. Yet when the game actually starts, JK doesn't even make an attempt to push Jimin, much less trying to win. Jimin just smacks JKs chest a couple times. JK is staring at him with the world's biggest heart eyes. They are all giggling and speaking so softly to each other. The flirting is out of control and we are all clearly intruding. My god. Jin has to interrupt them and cracks a joke about them acting like a couple, asking if they are a dating couple. And then they both just burst into giggles and Jimin basically falls to the floor, thereby losing the game and everyone quickly moves on. Lol

And then we've got Jimin taking his turn at pictionary with the blow pens. And JK.... got lost watching Jimin... on his knees blowing on that pen. We totally lost him. Namjoon tried to give him a high five, TWICE and JK didn't even notice RM holding his hand in front of him. Not until Jin called him out on it (again, Jin lmfao) and told him to give Joon a high five. Lol JK finally snaps out of it and gives him a high five and some awkward giggles. Before immediately turning back to watch Jimin draw his picture, on his knees with a blow pen. Take what you will from this. Lmao

In the Behinds for 77, we see JK giving Jimin a back massage with the cutest smile. And Jimin just contently moaning through the whole thing. Which was something. Lol but very cute

In Episode 78, about 15 minutes in we see JK jokingly ask Jin for the answers to the game. Of which Jimin finds super cute and funny. Almost folding in half with his giggles over it all. JK smiling so big. Everyone else ignoring them and moving on with the game. Jimin will laugh at everything JK does, he is so endeared.

In the behinds for Episode 78, we get some of the cutest Jimin dances while they eat to Anpanman. Jimin just dancing away in front of the tables. JK ends up joining and dances too and wiggles his hips at Jimin, earning a smile as Jimin notices. Lol looks like Jimin was going to say something too, but the clips ended

Right after that, we see Jimin continuing to dance to Anpanman, but this time FOR JK, who is now filming him and loving the show. Lol and Jimin seems to be loving acting goofy for JK. JK zooming in on Jimins face a couple times too. This is seriously so freaking cute. JK looks very into it as well. Lol

These episodes were a LOT in terms of jikookery with how much could be unpacked just from these few moments. Lol like... a lot. Sweetness, flirty and thirsty is the perfect way to describe all of them anon. You are so right on the money. 😅 sometimes I felt like i was interrupting 🙈🤣

Bonus. Because they are all so cute in these episodes. Jimin once again failing to stay in his chair. Tae trying to save him but otherwise unbothered lol

Everyone feeding each other so sweetly

NamGiKook being the absolute cutest teammates ever

Vhopemin being the cutest punishment bunnies ever at the airport

Thanks for the ask anon! I love these episodes!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook run episode 77 #jikook run episode 78 #jikook run episode behinds 77 - 78 #jikook flirting #jikook run bts