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akumakosuke · 2 months

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Yay, I finally finished the first chapter of my new fic...

†Our cursed love†

This is my first time writing an actual fic so it might not be that good, constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged! I would really like to know your opinions on what I'm doing right and wrong, things I should change and so forth.

A little PS this is not going to be absolutely canon, there will be some changes to the lore and techniques so be warned. I am also fully up to date on the manga so there will be manga spoilers.

Please enjoy the first chapter of ‡Our cursed love‡.

No warnings

~_Our cursed love._~

Chapter 1- Our pedestal.

~No one POV:~

The day is like any other day to most people. The sun blazing high in the bright blue sky, perfect white fluffy clouds dot the sky, moving along swiftly with the breeze. The sound of streets full of vehicles and streets full of people fills the air.

The day was like any other to non-sorcerers.

They all go about their lives, completely oblivious to the two Gods currently walking among them, blissfully unaware of the evil seeking to destroy these two Gods.

The day was like any other to the two Gods. Aware they’re being hunted but unaware of each other.

It’s true what they say, ‘ignorance is bliss’ and our two Gods will have to learn that lesson the hard way.

~3rd Person POV~

A young boy, around the age of 9 walks with an unusually cold face for a child wearing a blue hoodie with beige shorts and black sneakers. His expression isn’t the only eye catching thing about him, his eyes are quite simply breathtaking. Strikingly brilliant sky blue orbs. His short, fluffy white hair gently swaying in the breeze.

To passers by he seems like a relatively normal child with oddly spectacular looks but normal is not a word fit to describe this God.

Satoru Gojo decided to take a trip to Shibuya for no other reason than boredom. He knows it’s ‘dangerous’ because of the many, many bounties on his head but does he care? No, of course not.

Why would he care? He’s a ‘God’ right? All these fools are beneath him, besides its clear that none of them would even be a problem, he might be 9 but he knows his place in this world, he knows the ‘blessing’ he’s been born with and he knows how to use it -albeit not well- one glare is enough to dissuade anyone crazy enough to target him.

He can sense them all around him, thinking they’re hiding their cursed energy well but nothing can get past his six eyes, nothing.

~10 minutes earlier~

A young boy with long grey hair tied into a neat pony wearing a (f/c) shirt and (2/f/c) pants that are clearly too big for him and a pair of (f/c) boots steps out of a fancy black car in the middle of Shibuya. The 9 year old closes the door and the car drives off, left unattended which would be odd if he were just a boy, although his expression is somewhat normal for a boy his age, relatively bored, his eyes hidden by a pair of blacked out glasses with a circular frame.

He confidently makes his way through the busy streets, despite his small size he easily navigates a path through the much taller adults, some only sparing him a brief glance but none question why there’s a clear gap between him and everyone, a physically space none of them an seem to cross, naturally and absentmindedly moving around the boy to avoid it.

M/n Goto is aware of this gap as it’s intentional. He’s practicing although the few hungry pairs of eyes on him are distracting. M/n knows venturing out alone is ‘risky’ because of how valuable he is but hes a God isn’t he? Those fools are beneath him.

They’re clearly trying very hard to hide their cursed energy but alas it’s in vain, M/n sensed them following him since he left his estate. It’s not like any of them would be a problem for him, he knows his place in the world, he knows the ‘blessing’ he was born with and he knows how to use it -thanks to his loving father training him since he could walk-, one glare is enough to dissuade any idiotic enough to try and mess with a God, besides nothing can touch him without his permission, nothing.

~present time~

Destiny is a funny thing, many argue its existence.

If destiny exists then freedom cannot.

If freedom exists then destiny cannot.

Many argue its existence, many chose to deny its existence, they chose freedom.

The freedom of choice.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo do not believe in destiny.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo both chose to come to Shibuya today because they wanted to, they were bored and chose to do the riskiest thing by leaving unsupervised.

They both chose to walk this random street, they both decided they were tired of being followed and chose to turn around. A completely, random choice.

Completely random.

“Huh-?!”

“What-?!”

Time suddenly stops for two young, lonely, untouchable Gods.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo do not believe in destiny, so what is this feeling? Not the physical feeling of their shoulders colliding.

This sudden tug, this oddly familiar feeling like meeting a different version of yourself.

Luminous, sparkling sky blue orbs meet now uncovered blazing, blood red orbs and for the first time both are in absolutely awe of another’s appearance.

~M/n POV~

‘He- he bumped into me… his eyes… they’re… how did he-? This feeling… who is he, i feel like I should know… wait… he’s…’

~Satoru POV~

‘I didn’t sense him-? He touched me… i was sure i had it on… those eyes, they’re breathtaking… who is he? Why do i feel like I should know him? Wait… he’s…’

~3rd person POV~

“Cursed.” They both mumble at the same time causing both their eyes to widen, both taking a step back from the other.

The warm, carbon filled air suddenly feels a whole lot more suffocating, the feeling tugging at both of them gets stronger and they both know the other feels it.

It’s an odd sight, two unsupervised 9 year old standing in the middle of a busy Shibuya street just silently staring at each other in what can only be described as bewilderment.

For the longest time they’ve both believed them to have no equal. From the moment they opened their eyes they were forced to live in a word beneath them filled with people beneath them. They were put on pedestals so high no one else could ever hope to climb it and yet…

Their lonely pedestal is apparently bigger than they thought, all they had to do was turn around and be confronted with the other.

A shared pedestal is something everyone told them was impossible, they were born Gods among mortals, they were special, miracles, forever alone.

“Goto M/n…” M/n, finally regaining his brain, blurts out, feeling something he’s never felt before, nervous.

“Gojo Satoru…” Satoru eventually replies, having taken a few more seconds to recover and identify the unknown feeling in his chest, anxiety.

“We should probably lose them first before we talk…” M/n suggests, hesitantly turning his gaze away from Satoru and toward one of the groups of curse users currently hiding out in a tall building across the street with horror on their faces because the sheer amount of power coming from the two Gods is mind breaking.

Satoru turns his gaze towards another group hiding on a rooftop few building’s down with the same expression and hums in agreement. He slowly reaches out to grab M/n’s hand, he doesn’t know why but he just does.

The moment their skin makes contact they both jump, the feeling of physically touching another is so foreign, so intrusive yet so natural.

They quickly easy into the feeling, Satoru pulling M/n along and M/n following without complaint.

This action feels so normal it’s almost easy to forget the innocent looking 9 year old boys are running away from assassins hunting Gods not boys.

They both in this moment, forget they are Gods, they forget they are cursed, they both, even if only for a fleeting moment just feel like two normal boys, running freely through the streets of Shibuya, unsure of when they actually started running but unwilling to spend any time thinking about it.

They just run, the destination isn’t a concern to either of them and after running for what felt like both a lifetime and barely a second they stop in a dark, dirty alleyway, joyful laughter still bubbling from their chests as they catch their breath.

“Phew, I’m pretty sure we lost them.” Satoru comments as he leans against the wall, relaxing a bit more because he can’t sense anyone else.

“Hmm, it would be foolish of them to follow.” M/n adds, leaning on the opposite wall, also relaxing.

A short, comfortable silence envelopes the two Gods as their gazes lock, again being completely caught off guard by the other’s eyes. Millions of questions run through both of their minds, having finally found another like them is something they didn’t think possible , they were told it’s impossible.

“How… how did you touch me? Get past my barrier which I’m positive was active?” M/n asks incredulously, he should be absolutely horrified someone can bypass his technique but he isn’t.

Satoru looks at M/n in slight shock, now being made aware the other also had a barrier active at the time of contact.

“I… I don’t know, i also had a barrier active so maybe they cancelled out?” Satoru would have never thought he’d say that with such a casual tone, someone being able to bypass the one thing that makes him untouchable, he should see M/n as a threat but he doesn’t.

“So we both have a kind of barrier technique and they cancel out somehow… that should be horrifying right? Our one impenetrable defence rendered useless…” M/n’s voice drops to a low whisper but there’s no hint of defensiveness, simply taking in the fact he can be touched, he’s not unbeatable.

“It should but honestly it just makes me excited ya know?” Satoru chuckles, his eyes sparkling even more as his usual cold expression replaced a small grin, his heart is still pounding in his chest, the tugging feeling getting stronger the longer the talks to M/n.

M/n mirrors Satoru’s expression, feeling the same pounding in his chest, the tugging feeling moving his feet forward as he takes a seat on the floor next to Satoru, his barrier preventing his clothes from getting dirty. Satoru quickly joins him, activating his own barrier to stay clean.

Although both of them are just 9 years old, being born basically ‘God’s’ they naturally possessed some basic control of their techniques, both already having trained to use their techniques for a few hours none stop before they get tired.

“It is isn’t, my entire life I’ve been told no one would be able to challenge me and I thought how boring that sounds, they said I stand on a pedestal made for Gods and that I alone stand atop it, atop everyone else and then I thought how… lonely that sounded…” M/n says, pulling his legs to his chest as he rests his head on his knees, looking at his new found friend.

Satoru adopts the same pose, his mind and soul filled with pure joy as M/n speaks because he understands, he understands so well and he never thought someone else would understand.

“Mhm, they called me blessed my entire life, a miracle. Showering me in praises and gifts alike, telling me how special I am, how I’m better than everyone else. They also call me a God, put me on a pedestal too tall for a kid… They don’t see the view from the top, they don’t see how big and empty that pedestal is…”

M/n listens to Satoru, there’s something freeing in listening to him speak, like a weight lifted off his shoulders, the weight of being called the strongest and the loneliness that comes with it, a weight no 9 year old should even have to know about.

“Well it was big and empty but perhaps we can share it?” M/n asks with a hopeful tone, somehow already knowing he doesn’t really need to ask.

“I… I would like that. Our pedestal?” Satoru has never felt this type of excitement, the idea of sharing, being equal to someone else, of not being alone is enough to make him feel like a normal kid.

“Our pedestal.” M/n repeats, the word ‘our’ rolling off his tongue so naturally.

“So what do you normally do for fun? When you’re actually allowed to do what you want ?” Satoru asks, clearly excited to do whatever friends do when they hang out, he’s excited because he doesn’t really known what others do because he’s never bothered to pay attention to anyone else, they were beneath him so there was no point in getting to know them but now, now he’s never been more interested in another.

M/n grins, suddenly standing up and looking down at Satoru with a sparkles in his already spectacular eyes. Satoru still can’t believe he likes someone else’s eyes more than his own, his attention immediately glued on M/n. They both feel that tug again as M/n extends his hand towards Satoru, the idea of physical contact regardless of their barriers still seems so absurd but so enticing.

“Wanna find out?”

Satoru takes M/n’s hand, the unfamiliar warmth of another comforting their souls , penetrating their minds. M/n pulls Satoru up and their hands stay linked as they exit the alleyway, M/n leading the way, unknowingly staring the first chapter in a very long and dangerous book.

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reiniesainyo · 2 months

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IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 03

03 | ENCHANTED previous | next | masterfile

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. i'm going through a rough / stressful period and i find this series and writing it very therapeutic so here we are! this chapter takes place around episode 7 release, i'm not really inclined to write about the filming in between for some reason (unless you'd be interested)

liked by walker.scobell, thelnarchives, and 262,287 others rickriordan With the release of the new PJO series on Disney+, I'm happy to announce that to celebrate I've partnered with some of your favorite authors and close friends of mine to present to you all a new look into the lives of our favorite demigods!

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A HALF-BLOOD will go online for free this February 20, 2024!

Click the link in bio for more info! PS: A sneak peak from our writers on the other slides

thelnarchive ... WHAT THE??? i have to manifest a chapter for my girl, manifesting a chapter or more please or even just one mention ↳ iamcharliebushnell YOU DIDN'T KNOW EITHER?????

user1 HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT????

user2 1) more stories about characters and 2) WRITTEN BY OTHER AUTHORS???? WHO COULD BE IN THIS PROJECT ↳ user3 i'm manifesting a story about tahlia and jason as kids oh my god

iamcharliebushnell imagine releasing a whole anthology to celebrate? that's the best author right there

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walker.scobell another book and there's still not enough percy jackson in this world keep it coming i love your work ↳ aryansimhadri Imo too much percy maybe some more grover ↳ leahsavajeffries wrong there should be more annabeth

dior.n.goodjohn the gc going wild with this news

🃏 @CHILDOFHECATE what are your guys guesses for the stories in what it means to be a half-blood??? 🗨 32 comments 🔁 150 retweets ❤️ 456 likes

user1 a jason and tahlia story about them as kids, just a delve into their childhood

user2 more stuff on luke and rina, as individuals and as a couples- like i totally see a luke perspective on some situations or a conversation they had being in the book ↳ CHILDOFHECATE honestly i think it'd be so cool if they went like contemporary and also gave us maybe a poem or transcript / screenplay of a conversation between luke and rina

user3 stories about annabeth, tahlia, and luke's time before camp maybe fighting monsters together or just trying to survive ↳ user4 watch me cry over this one

user5 i just see a lot of delving into the lives of the original trio and also like the original supporting characters to like tahlia, luke, rina, even rachel

user6 grover's childhood! i really wanna see that or some parts of the story from his perspective

user7 Angst.

liked by iamcharliebushnell, aryansimhadri, and 320,372 others thelnarchives celebrating with the half-bloods

iamcharliebushnell when you're so excited over new lore you go and have dinner to talk about it ↳ thelnarchives this means so much to us

user1 YN IN THE SECOND SLIDE OH SHE'S GOREGOUS

user2 her face card never declines ↳ user3 it even has like benefits and a perfect credit score

dior.n.goodjohn fans first cast second ↳ thelnarchives this show has more more dressed up than my wedding

user4 this cast is so cute it's crazy

walker.scobell the 3rd pic >>> ↳ iamcharliebushnell oh so true ↳ i.am.andrew.alvarez a banger photo ↳ thelnarchives phone hijackers.

user5 the little black dress is doing so good for her, if i saw her in public i would've fainted ↳ user6 i can't believe i live in the same city as this girl like we breathe the same air???

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djarinterstellar · 1 year

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Safe Place

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Summary: What starts as a night off alone escalates into some trouble in town. Luckily, when you’re employed by one of the fiercest warriors in the galaxy, backup is never too far away.

Tags/Warnings: category is- MUTUAL PINING[!!] they just don’t know it. mostly comfort/fluff. some violence in the beginning + 1 minor injury. mentions of alcohol and spice (cannabis) use. Reader is fadeddd most of the plot lmao. Protective/Soft Din 🥰 mentions of Force-sensitive Reader. also no Grogu today, it’s past his bedtime :(

Word Count: 8.6k

a/n: not me posting this on the cusp of season 3 finally premiering 💀 also this was supposed to be shorter but honestly, this thing got so out of hand so fast, idek why it drags on for as long as it does. but i was inspired by this very stoned prompt i thought of months ago with my favorite tin can babygirl and decided to finally finish it so. here we go. ✨

ps: i’m still trying out the 3rd person pov thing so lemme know if you hate it or not. also to settle any confusion amid the new szn, this takes place between s1 and 2 :)

Translation: Sen’ika = little bird

It’s supposed to be an easy night.

Mando is on a hunt and she’s been left in charge in his absence. Normally she would’ve argued coming along and you know, making herself useful as she’d originally agreed upon. But the Crest could only land so close and the additional foot travel was too long and treacherous for the Child to follow along. Plus Red trusted her enough to leave her alone with his foundling without making off with his ship and she had no other choice but to agree.

A few days had passed now since he’d departed. He estimated he’d return in about a week, so she was in no rush in waiting for him. Mando had settled them on the outskirts of town, far enough where they could lay low in peace but still close enough for her to make any emergency supply runs in town. She was left with everything she needed to care for the kid. And with specific instructions not to leave the Crest unless it was absolutely necessary.

Which is exactly what she decided to categorize this as.

The pair of double doors leading into the local cantina burst open and she stumbles back out into the streets, giggling to herself as she cradles a pair of warm cider bottles to-go in her pouch. She hadn’t planned on lingering at the bar but three drinks and a pair of shots with a group of local girls later, plans were changed. She was even invited out back to share a round of their spice joint, a generous offer she simply couldn’t refuse. She was now blissfully intoxicated and felt lighter and happier than she’d been in weeks.

The kid had finally settled in earlier and if his recent patterns served her correctly, he’d be down for the rest of the night. She was finally alone, a privilege she found extremely rare these days since joining Mando’s crew, which gave her ample time to wander into town. Was it responsible of her to leave the Crest and the kid alone? Most would argue it wasn’t, Red most of all. But he wasn’t here to say no! Plus, she had locked the ship down to keep the kid inside and protected from any potential stragglers. All goes well, she would be in and out before he woke up.

And she was confident about this because she’d already gone out just last night. Sure, she hadn’t been out this long, but again, Mando wasn’t expected anytime soon.

She liked exploring towns. It gave her a reason to not only scope out her environment, but to familiarize herself with the locals and figure out which spots in town were traveler-friendly. It was easy to wander when she was on her own, but now that she was a full-time employee, it had become somewhat of a rare treat.

It was week’s end for these particular folks, which meant most of them were out in droves tonight. She could still hear the fits of laughter and drunken serenades belting out of the cantina behind her as she walked away. The air was far cooler at night and the refreshing taste of it in her lungs gave her cloudy head the clearance it needed.

She was delightfully drunk and probably just as high, but she was conscious enough to know she needed to get back. Leaving the kid alone for a couple of hours was fine, but stretching it out any longer than that was far too much of a risk. Live music was playing somewhere from around the corner, locals dashing around her as they hopped from one cantina to another.

The energy buzzed around her like an electric current, yet she walked with a familiar ease. She felt oddly safe within the center of town. But as she drifted further into the outskirts, the street lamps dulled and the crowds thinned out. A pair of fraternal moons became her guiding light as she willed herself to remember the path back to the Crest.

And for a while, it was fine. Despite the silence, she couldn’t help but feel a bit more on edge out here alone than when she was surrounded by a bunch of drunk miners. She ignored it though, trying to tell herself it was probably the spice making her antsy. But the farther she walked, the longer her paranoia festered and itched and scratched until she realized it wasn’t the libations talking to her.

It was the Force.

She realized too late she was being followed until just before she was confronted. A Balosar male slinks out from an alleyway behind her, long and slim with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his oversized coat. She wills herself to keep her eyes straight ahead but she could hear him glide over to her side to match her stride.

“Where ya goin’ sugar? The party’s that way!” he drawled, sending an immediate chill up her spine. Shit.

“I know where I’m going,” She doesn’t look at him as she attempts to brush past him. “Have a good night.”

He reacts by slipping around her once more, this time blocking her path directly ahead. “Whoa whoa, take it easy!” His accent is thick and laced in what she can only describe as mock-innocence. “Relaax, nobody’s gettin’ hurt here!”

Her facial expressions remain unmoved, glancing up at him boredly. In reality though, her heart was hammering against her ribcage. The last thing she needed, especially right now, was unwanted attention from anybody, let alone from this total stranger. She moves to step forward but he cuts in her way, a sly grin stretching across his face.

“It’s okay baby,” Her stomach internally caved in at the pet name. “just tryna find where the cool people hang out.”

“Wouldn’t know where to point you to.” she replies flatly, straightening her back. “Excuse me.”

She attempts to move around him again, but his arm comes up to lay on the wall next to her and he leans forward to cave her in. “Where’re you from then? I’ve never seen anyone this pretty so far out here.” His free hand inches towards her face but she’s quick to turn her cheek, her jaw clenching behind her lips.

“And you never will.” she snaps back, already inching backwards.

This only prompts him to step closer, a frown crossing his slimy face. “Ey, you don’t have to be a bitch.” His tone switches almost predictably and her hand slips behind her cloak to reach for her holster.

“Back off.” she snarls him a warning with the coldest glare she can make.

He tries reclosing the gap between them again. “C’monn honey- ”

“NO.” Her fight-or-flight instinct kicks in and she fully pushes her weight on him to shove him down. Her stand off is cut short though when he finds his balance and pushes back. She’s thrown back against the wall and before she can even process it, a pocket knife is jabbed against the skin of her neck.

Shadows move over his shoulder in her peripheral vision and when she follows them, 3 more Balosars creep out of the dark, hovering behind the first one in a sort of half circle around her.

It’s at this moment that she realizes 2 distinct things. Firstly, she doesn’t recognize them. In her 4 or so days since they touched down, she’d observed the villagers in her down time and gathered a very broad consensus of who was who— and in that time, she hadn't seen any Balosars in this town, which told her they were also just passing by. Secondly, she thinks as she watches the other 3 close in, she’s tangled herself in a very complicated web here. It was 4 against 1, with a notable size difference amongst all of them. She couldn’t see straight, was hilariously underprepared for a fight given the company she was currently keeping, she was fucked up and only growing more inebriated as her vices soaked into her bloodstream, and she was alone. No baby, no bar friends, no civilian witnesses.

No Mando.

Fuck.

A strangled little noise escapes her throat when the knife is pinched further into her skin and she curses herself at how whimpered it comes out.

“Fine, since you wanna do this the hard way..” the first Bathosar sneers almost mockingly, his frame towering over her own.

She’s curling into the overcast of her cloak when her fingers finally find the handle of her blaster, skin digging tightly into the cool of the metal. She looks into his eyes and sucks in a deep breath before the tension snaps.

Fuck it.

In an instant, a shot zaps out, aimed directly at his foot. He cries out when it makes contact, and she smashes her blaster across his temple when he folds over in distracted pain, his knife clattering to the ground. Despite her inebriation, she can sense the others jumping into action and she points her gun at the closest one, shooting him right in his chest before he can get any closer. She doesn’t have time to watch his body crumple to the floor as she turns to shoot at the other two, a rapid succession of plasma bolts whizzing out almost desperately. Her second target barely misses her line of fire and as she follows his trail, she fails to block the third Balosar from tackling her into the wall. She cries out as he harshly elbows her wrist to disarm her, the blaster forced out of her hand.

“Grab her!” She hears her attacker hiss from above her before she’s suddenly snatched from behind. Her arms are pinned to her sides as she’s grabbed and lifted several inches off the ground.

Her heart is pounding, blood pumping into her ears as she yells out. Her feet start kicking furiously in an instant, every functional instinct left in her telling her to fight back. “Get off me!” she shrieks, flailing until her boot finally connects with a knee. She hears him yelp behind her, his grip slipping. She jabs her elbow fully into his nose, sending them both tumbling.

Two separate voices are shouting incoherently above her in a blend of confusion and exasperation. She can see her blaster just feet away and she starts crawling, scrambling in a desperate effort to reach it, until she’s yanked backwards by her ankle.

“Pin her down.” she hears one of them growl maliciously from above.

Her stomach turns as she’s dragged back into her assailant’s grip, trails of her fingernails digging into the dirt floor. She feels her brain short-circulating in its panic so she resorts to one last defense tactic.

She starts screaming.

And it’s a shriek that’s piercing and raw and louder than she was planning it to be. But she screams anyway in hopes that anyone within the block can at least hear her, even if it’s another drunken villager on their way home.

“Shut her up!” A second voice hisses hastily, hands scrambling to smother her.

“NO- ” She bites down on the first hand that touches her face and only squeals louder, her pitch jumping another octave in her hysteria. She starts kicking again, nails scrambling in the dirt for a spare rock, a glass shard, anything physical to grab in her defense. When her palms only fill with clumps of dirt and sand, she clenches her fists around them anyway.

What started as a dreamy, whimsical high has quickly soured into a debilitating panic trip. Rather than floating in euphoric bliss, she feels tranquilized, her focus and motor skills severely hindered and overpowered by these 3 much larger adversaries. Her stomach is turning over under her ribs, waves of nausea churning with her rising panic. Her heart is pounding too fast she feels, and her lungs are tightly clenched despite how fast she’s gasping for air.

She doesn’t realize she’s crying until she’s flipped on her back, the welling tears spilling down her temples. Before she can scream again, a balled up handkerchief is forced into her mouth. Two of them meanwhile, are putting their full weight down on her to pin her limbs to the ground. The first one is limping over to them, his knife recovered in his hand while patches of fresh blood trail behind his injured foot. She audibly whimpers now, wriggling in their grasp like a drowning fish.

“You know.. I was gonna let you go after all this,” he starts, turning his blade over in his hand as if to inspect it. “But that was before I believed the rumors.” He pauses here, and the dread is only momentarily overwhelmed by her instinctive curiosity. “I mean- we all knew the bounty’s primary target was a Mandalorian with a green pet- ” Her stomach drops. “ -but there was no mention anywhere about his pretty little accomplice.”

She rustles again as he looms over her. “And I gotta tell ya, I didn’t think it was true at all. I mean, a Mandalorian with a business partner? And a girl at that!?” He almost laughs before he pivots. “But then we sees’ you in town, carryin’ this little guy around, and we think, maybe there’s some truth in all this, ya know?” Her stomach sinks even lower at the realization that they not only spotted her with the kid, but that they’d been watching her this whole time too.

Double fuck.

Suddenly, he’s kneeling in front of her, his injured foot tucked behind his knee, and she’s roughly sat up to face him by the snatch of her hair. “So here’s what’s gonna happen,” She grunts helplessly when his blade is pressed deeper against her neck as the three men crowd around her. “you’re gonna point me in the direction of the gremlin, you’re gonna watch us shoot his kidnapper, and then, and only then, will I finally kill you myself.”

Her brows crease in pain as she tries to pull away from his blade, but the hand twisted in the back of her hair only pushes her into it. The handkerchief is yanked out for her to answer and his head tilts to catch her eyes. “So?” he snaps. “What’s it gonna be? Now or later?”

Her eyes harden, nostrils flaring. Honestly, right now, she just wants to tell him to fuck off. It’s not like this was her first time being mugged and/or threatened, and unfortunately not while inebriated either. But this one felt pretty damn close to getting got. Her brain is already scrambling between scattered half-assed theories on how to get her out of this.

Fw-ip !

A whizzing sound passes under her and it’s so subtle, she almost doesn’t notice it. Then there’s a pause of silence that’s almost too heavy to be coming from nothing before she notices that the first guy’s eyes have blown wide open. They make eye contact and she squints, almost confused.

Suddenly, he’s thrown back and he starts screaming before she realizes he’s being yanked into the shadows by his wounded foot. She can hear the mechanical whizzing again as he’s dragged, even over his friends’ shouting, and it takes another split second for her to realize it’s a whipcord. And just like that, the Force alerts her that she’s not alone again. But instead of dread, something else flutters in her gut.

The Balosar’s screams are cut short by a single blaster shot, and she inhales a gasp of air before a chill crawls up her spine.

Two heavy, familiar boot steps clunk in front of them as its owner steps into the dim lighting.

She exhales and pure euphoria blooms in her chest.

He’s towering over them, broad shoulders stiff and gloved hands clenched into iron fists, his armor gleaming like a beacon even in the cover of night.

She can’t stop the smile that’s spreading across her face. “Mando..-”

“Kill him!” One of the Balosars yanks her back into his chest as his friend scrambles to his feet, blaster already in hand. She squeaks and the sound seems to snap Mando into full action. She’s yanked to her feet as his arm wrangles itself around her neck.

From here though, she can see her Mandalorian in his full glory. She watches him stalking towards his prey, blaster bolts bouncing off his beskar like raindrops as the other guy empties his clip into him. And of course, when that doesn’t work, he headbutts him to stun him before striking. Despite the weight of his armor, Mando moves like a viper and is just as deadly.

She feels herself being dragged away and she grunts in protest, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. It’s then she remembers one hand is still clenched. Without a second thought, she swings backwards, smacking the guy right in the face as she temporarily blinds him with a fistful of dirt.

“Agh- !” He shouts and she slips out his grip. She starts towards Mando, but then she’s grabbed by her hair and is yanked backwards with a cry. “Fuckin’ bitch- !” She hears him snarl before the back of his hand strikes her directly across her cheek.

She drops against the brick wall behind her, his body towering her, but from the corner of her eye, she spots Mando. The second guy is now motionless on the floor and his helmet is fully trained on the last one. And based on the swell of his chest and how hard he’s breathing now, she doesn’t need to gauge anything else; he just saw what he did and he’s furious.

He crosses the space between them and drags him backwards and away from her. The Balosar starts fighting back but he's quickly overpowered as he’s disarmed with an unnatural twist of his wrist. Mando spins him around and lands a punch directly into his face once, twice, thrice and then a final fourth blow before the guy falls to his knees. And it’s there that he goes for the kill, grabbing his head with both gloved hands and snapping his neck with an enraged grunt and a sickening crunch.

She watches the final body crumple to the floor with blown out eyes and her jaw fully dropped. She’s physically shaking, she realizes, and can barely breathe, let alone stand on her own. But when Mando finally turns to her, his chest rising and falling, she clings to the wall behind her to gather herself back up.

“What the hell happened??” Mando’s tone is harsh and agitated, even under his modulated panting. “You weren’t on the ship when I-”

He’s cut off when she runs straight into his arms. She all but collapses into his chest, arms coiled around his neck and her face smothered into his cowl. Before he can even process what’s happening, she pulls back to look up at him. “You’re earlyy!” She’s practically beaming up at him, one of her hands tracing the cheekbone of his helmet.

He’s speechless. First, a hug. And now she’s.. glad to see him? Not to mention how she’s smiling up at him with those big, adoring puppy-dog eyes. She’s never been this nice to him before, not even around the Child. “I- ” he hesitates before clearing his throat. “ -Yes. The target uh, took less time than I thought.”

This only makes her smile wider before she buries herself in him again. This time, her arms slip around his back, her cheek leaning into his chest plate. She could care less about how the edges of his armor were pinching into her skin, or how his fully loaded bandolier was pressed very uncomfortably into her collarbone. All that mattered to her right now, was this. “I’m so happy you’re here.” she all but whimpers, closing her eyes to savor the coolness of his beskar and the familiar scent of metal and gun smoke.

Now Mando was really stunned. But he can also feel the physical tremble in her muscles and the speed of her pulse, so he relents with a long sigh before a single arm drapes around her back. “Are you okay?” he asks, his tone much softer this time.

She nods into his chest before pulling away again. “Y-Yeah I just- ” she takes a deep breath and lets out a shaky exhale. “ -that was.. too close..”

“What happened?” He decides to ask again. “Are you hurt?” His hands quickly pat her down as if checking her for any other injuries before one of them comes up to gently cup her chin. He carefully tilts her face to get a better view of her red cheek and it doesn’t go unnoticed when she refuses to make eye contact. His helmet tilts ever so slightly. “Sen’ika..”

Her lips press together and her brows furrow as she flinches. “Well..”

“Did they kidnap you?” He asks, his other hand gesturing towards the 3 bodies behind him.

This makes her head snap back up. “No! No, they had no idea where I was staying. They were just trying to follow me back t..” she trails off the moment her brain catches up to her lips, and now that she’s face-to-face with him, she can practically feel Mando’s visor burning a hole into her forehead.

The pause between them stretches out uncomfortably before he finally speaks. “Where did you go?” His voice makes her insides squirm, like a teenager getting caught out after curfew.

“Uh..” She starts and suddenly she’s become hyper-aware of how hot her face is. She can’t remember the last time he was this close to her, and the realization of this somehow makes her self-conscious. She’s also still remarkably faded, too faded in fact to fake any semblance of sobriety. And if he’s already here, there’s really no point in lying to him, he’s way too smart for that. “..the bar.” she finally finishes meekly.

His shoulders slump as he exhales. “You got drunk?” he asks incredulously.

Her face brightens in embarrassment. “Okay, look- ” she starts and she can practically hear him groan under his helmet as he looks up to the sky. “-to be fair, I only went after the kid passed out, cause I knew he wouldn’t wake up.”

When she looks up, his helmet only tilts to the side, a silent move that only prompts her to keep going. “Ok, so there’s this pattern I’ve noticed, so when you give him a full meal and a glass of warm milk, and then you just let him play with his toys and get him to make them float around the room, after a certain time, he’ll get super tired and, like, fully sleep through the night. And I know that sounds like the most basic excuse in the book but I swear I tested this three nights in a row and it worked every time, okay so I wasn’t being totally stupid..”

She doesn’t realize how long she’s been rambling until she glances up again. He’s now leaned in closer to her, and for a moment she thinks he’s examining her cheek again. What she doesn’t realize is how carefully he’s looking into her eyes. He can tell she’s been drinking by now, and despite the trauma of the attempted assault on her just now, her eyes are still way too bloodshot to just be the liquor. Not to mention the hint of another smell on her..

She inhales sharply through her nose when she feels his gloved hands slip over her own. She gazes into his visor, as if straining to look for a pair of eyes behind it and leans in ever so slightly. She’s never been as curious to see what his expression looks like as she is right now. Her face softens as she stares up at him. “Mando..?” Her voice is just above a whisper and oh-so delicate.

She can feel his thumbs gently press into the pulse points of her wrists as he stares at her, and the surprising warmth of his touch makes butterflies flutter in her ribs. And just before she can open her mouth to call out to him again, he leans directly into her eye level.

“Are you high?” He’s audibly confused.

Her eyes turn into saucers in silent panic and it’s here that he can see her pupils are blown wide open.

“…Uhhhh…”

He sighs heavily as his head drops in defeat. It’s the only answer he needs.

“Okay,” he relents as he lets go of her. “Get your stuff. Let’s go home.”

He immediately stiffens once the words slip out. Oh, fuck fuck fuck.

No Din, no! This was temporary, remember?? She’d only made that abundantly clear the day she stepped foot on the Crest with a single bag and 2 datapads. It was always a mutual agreement though: she was to join him on the Crest to work full-time on tracking down a Jedi, with a deadline of at least a couple of months before he was to drop her off at a new planet of residency of her choosing. After all, she’d only just begun resettling her life and it was a path she intended to follow through on her own. Din understood this partnership was fleeting and it was unfair of him to call this ‘home’, yet for some reason, he insisted on slipping up in little moments like this again and again.

Though based on the glazed, clueless look in her eyes, she didn’t notice at all. “Okay.” she simply says, turning around to scan the alley for her belongings. As she skirts off in one direction, Din sees her blaster laying just a couple of feet away. He picks it up for her when a loud clanging catches his attention.

“Hey!” She calls out, straining to pull her bag out from under one of the bodies. Once she rolls him off with a kick of her foot, she holds up her bag and pulls out one of the sources of the noise. “Look, the cider survived!”

His helmet tilts almost disapprovingly, but he does nothing else as he holds her blaster out to her. “C’mon.” he all but huffs impatiently.

“Okay okay, sorryy- ” she slurs, stumbling over the same body as she returns and accepts her blaster. “One of these are yours ya know!” Mando is already walking away as she’s throwing her up bag over her shoulder, and she has to scramble to keep up with him, a move that makes her trip on her own two feet.

His helmet tilts over his shoulder at her. “Can you walk?” She’s not sure if it’s meant to sound demeaning or not, but it makes her puff her chest as she pouts at him.

“Of course I can walk!” she shoots back. “You’re just going too fast.” He grunts in response, helmet facing forward again and continues his pace. She’s not sure if it’s the spice but his strides feel more rushed than usual. His shoulders are also still fully straight, she notices and something tugs in her chest as she tries getting a sense of what his body language is telling her. She’s only a step or two behind him, and her eyes wander to the floor in front of her, the words spilling out before she can stop herself. “..are you mad at me?”

She almost sounds like a child, remorseful and heavy with guilt and she already hates how it comes out. But what punches harder is his response. Or his lack of it. Because he simply keeps walking at the same pace, fully ignoring her. No grunt, no hum, not even a sigh. And for some reason, this makes her ache. She stumbles over her own feet again and almost instantly she can feel tears threatening to well under the skin of her cheeks. She wants to curse herself for getting emotional, but it has to be liquor making her moods swing so drastically, she tells herself. Not that this thought doesn’t stop her from speaking again.

“I’m fired aren’t I- ”

Before she can blink, she runs face-first into a wall of beskar as he stops abruptly. She can’t help but yelp as she clutches her now-throbbing nose and when she looks back up, he’s turning to face her again. He stares at her until the silence frays at her nerves, and just when she can feel her face burning up to her ears, she hears a soft exhale from his modulator.

“C’mon,” his voice is soft as his right arm slightly pokes out towards her. “I can hear you tripping around from up here.”

Her brows furrow ever so slightly. “Are you makin’ fun of me?” she asks.

“Does it sound like I am?”

Her eyes narrow this time. “Mayybe.” she coos. But she loops her arm into the crook of his elbow and is silently delighted when he tucks her against his side. She finds it much easier to match his walk now and she can’t help the jump in her pulse as she’s pressed closer to him. In fact, she has to bite her lip to stop the silly grin threatening to spread across her cheeks. They walk in comfortable silence for a while before her spinning brain comes up with another enquiry.

“Mando?”

“Hm?” His response is barely registered under his modulator.

“How’d you find me?”

For a moment, Din doesn’t answer. And it’s not for the lack of one either. He’s just not sure where to begin. Does he start when he first re-entered the Crest to find the kid safe and sound but with her nowhere in sight? Or when he went back outside in hopes that she was on the roof stargazing or fiddling with the ship. Or when he started speed-walking through the nearby alleys because now he really couldn’t find her and just before his panic could bubble over, a single sound just yards away made his heart stop before he jump-started into a full sprint for her.

“I heard you scream.” he eventually replies and it almost sounds like his teeth are pressed together under that helmet.

She smiles at that. My hero. She almost wants to swoon until he speaks up again.

“I’ve warned you about being alone Sen’ika,” His tone is still soft, but firmer this time. She flinches and tucks her face down from him, nodding once.

“I know, I- ” her head swirls at the pang of shame but she swallows the urge to say anything other than what was necessary here. “I’m sorry.”

Another pause of silence. She decides to focus on their footsteps instead. There was something about the synchronized crunch of gravel under their boots that just satisfied every single sense in her. And it isn’t until she looks up and gets a full glimpse of the night sky that she realizes the spice is still very much in her system, unnatural neon lights and shapes bouncing across the stars. She stares in drunken awe up at them for a little too long and when she sees the Crest finally back in eyesight, she practically deflates in relief.

“Hey,” Then, Mando gently slides his arm out of their loop, leather ghosting down the length of her arm until he cups his palm over her fisted hand. “What matters to me most is that you’re safe,” he says softly. His visor turns to her, and he slowly opens her hand to slide his own into her palm. His gloved thumb gently squeezes her knuckles in what she can only gather as reassurance. “Okay?” His tone is so warm, it’s almost tender.

It catches her so far off guard, she’s pretty sure she short-circuited and is only still breathing on emergency autopilot. Her cheeks flush up and her eyes are blown wide open in the same sweet doe-like expression he adores so much, that he can’t help but smile behind the safety of his helmet. She blinks and she almost resets, clearing her throat as she looks straight ahead. She’s still blushing as she smiles and nods once. “Okay.” she replies sweetly.

Even his gloves are impenetrable, thick and almost twice as large in size. But she can still feel a warmth radiating from the other side against her skin. Suddenly feeling brave, she shifts, slipping through his gloves and slowly linking their fingers together. Mando stiffens at first, until her nails sink into the shape of his knuckles, and he internally melts. Before he can process his own reaction, he squeezes back, his thumb gently stroking over her own.

She looks up again, grinning from ear to ear. Clouds are dancing in her vision, stars swelling and shrinking in size across the painted skies. She dares herself to glance at him from the corner of her eye. He’s looking straight ahead thankfully, only semi-lit under the glow of the moons, but his beskar has never been more radiant. The same colors in her eyes bounce off the high points of his armor, illuminating him in an almost ethereal glow. She can’t stop her eyes from wandering. He’s perfectly shaped from every angle. He stands tall and proud, and walks with an effortless swagger so few could replicate. His mere presence can shift the focus of an entire room. He’s daunting and striking and is the picture of discipline and strength. Yet he cradles her hand in his like she’s made of glass. She’s never seen anything past the chiseled cut of his helmet, yet he’s never looked more beautiful in her eyes right now. She knows she shouldn’t be looking at him the way she is right now; with stars in her eyes and the softest, most affectionate little smile spreading from cheek to flushed cheek.

“You’re so pretty~” she slurs out in the sweetest tone. From behind his beskar, Din’s heart jumps into his throat.

“You’re drunker than I thought.” He doesn’t skip a beat though, somehow keeping his tone flat and neutral.

“It’s still truee,” she shoots back, leaning against his side with a wide grin. “It’s always been true!”

He glances at her wordlessly and she smiles back at herself through his visor. He’s not sure what to say to that, if anything, he’s too flustered to think of a rebuttal. He’s never been called pretty by anyone, even as a joke. Eventually he clears his throat and looks away and she only grins wider. Did she just leave him speechless? She can’t help but try to read his body language for any hints.

BONK.

Unfortunately she’s so distracted by the dancing Mudhorn on his pauldron that she fully trips on the descending base of the Crest’s ramp. The only thing that stops her from falling on her face is Mando’s sudden grip on her elbow. His visor slowly turns to her again. And she knows he’s frowning this time. He yanks her back to her feet and they finally ascend to the deck. She sighs happily once she stumbles into the safety of the Crest.

As Mando closes and locks up the gangway behind them, a late thought suddenly strikes her. She turns to him with panicked eyes. “The kid!?”

“Shh-!” He quickly hushes her with a gloved pointer over her lips. She stares into her own flushed reflection as her voice echoes into the cockpit above. She’s hyper-aware of just how loud she’s being now that she’s no longer outside. Along with the scent of sunkissed leather directly under her nose. She doesn’t move until his finger slowly pivots to her right and when she follows his direction, she spots his hover pod, sealed up and safe and sound, just as she’d left him.

She sighs softly and her shoulders slump in relief. Mando leans in pointedly. “You’re lucky you were right.” he whispers into her hair. “He didn’t flinch when I got home.”

As goosebumps sprout up the back of her neck, he pulls away and crosses the room to the ladder. “I’m gonna lock us down. We’ll leave first thing tomorrow.” Just before he climbs, he turns back to her. “Bedtime, Sen’ika. Now.” It's a gentle, but final warning.

She nods wordlessly and he leaves her in the middle of the room, dizzy and flustered. Her ears are also ringing now that she’s swallowed in silence. Eventually, she slowly pads into her designated corner. Her hammock is tucked away in the pocket of an empty storage closet, a thin makeshift curtain the only barrier between her ‘room’ and the deck. The walls hum around her and she realizes the heat has been turned back on, thankfully. She’s too drunk to fully wash up but she’s got enough energy to rip off her tight, itchy outdoor clothes and boots. She grabs the closest pajama-adjacent shirt and lounge pants she can find and wriggles them on.

She opens her hammock and finally allows herself to lay down, eyes turned to the dim ceiling.

How would it have felt if she’d laid her head on his shoulder?

No.

Would he have pushed her away? Or allowed her to stay?

Her brain’s focus shifts to the vision of his arms. His hands. His sweet, soothing voice.

I mean, he let her hold his hand, didn’t he? And hug him. Surely she could’ve gotten away with a little shoulder lean.

Gods, no.

Is he soft under all that armor? Does he run hot or does the beskar keep him cool? Is there a human face behind that m-

No! Stop it!

She physically shakes her head to break her train of thought. This was dangerous terrain. Just because you’re drunk doesn't mean you should be humoring these silly curiosities of yours! Her eyes squeeze shut and as she tries to take a deep breath, she realizes her heart is racing.

This is ridiculous.

Okay, so what if she has a crush on her employer?? It's not exactly a new phenomenon, and it certainly wasn’t the first boss she’d ever fallen for either. What was insane was what she liked about him. Because for the very first time, she couldn’t put a face to it. Instead, it was in his voice. His strength. His unwavering faith in his Creed, in the Way. He was loyal, honorable and resourceful. Stubborn as a Bantha, but quick to strike like lightning. He was also kind and selfless. He had the patience of a saint for the Child and innocent locals and despite his daunting appearance, he never hesitated to help out others, even if it meant pushing back on their schedule. There were actually various reasons why she liked him, and she couldn’t even put a name to a single one of them.

Not that any of it mattered. Because not a word of this would be uttered to anyone, let alone to him. Not to mention that this was a temporary gig, it’s not like she’d be around much longer anyway. The last thing she needed was to complicate this job for herself with her unprofessional schoolgirl behavior.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she shifts her focus to the only other thing clouding her judgment. Her head is still spinning but the heaviness behind her eyes makes it easy to keep them closed. She also focuses on slowing her breath, allowing her limbs to fully sink into the cradle of her hammock. A few minutes melt away and just as she finally feels herself beginning to drift..

“Pin her down.”

She physically jolts awake as the image of her ex-attackers kneeling over her flashes behind her eyelids. Her heart jumps to her throat as that same awful wave of nausea courses through her. Okay so clearly she wasn’t over what happened just yet. Her stomach turns again though this time for far more terrifying reasons.

She leaps to her feet before she can stop herself. She’s not sure what she wants just yet, but she knows whose presence she needs. She whips her curtain aside and almost jumps out of her skin when she sees Mando already standing at her doorway. “G-Geez- !”

He doesn’t flinch. He’s also holding a metal cup that he offers to her when she looks at it. “Drink this before you fall asleep,” he simply says.

“What is it?” she accepts it anyway, peering inside before taking a test sip.

“Just water,” Mando pauses and inwardly smiles when she gags at the aftertaste. “and powdered electrolytes to cut your hangover time in half. You'll thank yourself in the morning for it.”

“Mm, awesome!” she flashes him a pained grin and he almost chuckles. She’s so adorable like this, it’s almost painful.

He lingers for just a moment longer before he nods once. “Sweet dreams.” He starts walking away until a single hand on his arm makes him stop in his tracks. His helmet shoots towards her expectantly and when her eyes meet his visor, her voice suddenly clamps in her throat. She catches the almost-panicked expression in her reflection’s eyes and looks away. She almost starts apologizing, but he turns towards her instead, closing the distance between them. “What’s wrong?”

“I- ” Her face feels warm again despite her growing anxiety and she feels betrayed by the flush burning across her cheeks. She huffs and looks down at her feet. “Never mind, it’s n- ”

“Sen’ika,” He doesn’t even have to say anything else. His helmet ducks to try and catch her eye. “Tell me.” His voice is so gentle and reassuring that she has no choice but to succumb.

Fuck it, right?

“C… can I stay with you tonight?” Her voice is so soft, it’s almost a whisper. Her hand gently squeezes his sleeve, teeth catching on her bottom lip. “I don’t.. wanna be alone tonight..” To be fair, it wasn’t a lie.

It’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop from the cockpit. In fact, she can’t even hear him breathing. Fuck. Did she fuck it up? Is he weirded out? Is she fired? Again?? Fuck! Take it back!

She has no idea just how startled Din really is though. She can’t hear his heart doing somersaults in his chest or how almost-terrified he looks behind the visor. But then she looks up at him with those frantic angel eyes for just a moment, he knows that despite whatever’s asked of him, how could he ever deny his little bird?

She opens her mouth and he perks up. ”Okay,” he says. It’s just as soft as she asked and almost nervous. He nods to follow up and clears his throat. “Of course.”

Her eyes round and she blinks back at him, almost dumbfounded. Holy shit, it worked? “Yeah?”

He nods again. “Yeah,” he replies lightly before his helmet jerks in the direction of his bunk. “C’mon.”

He crosses the room to his bunk to open the hatch. The kid’s pod is hovering peacefully right by the door where either of them can reach him if they have to. She follows him wordlessly where he steps aside for her. “Pick your spot, I’ll be right back.” he tells her.

Ironically, she was no stranger to his bed. He’d offered his room to her plenty of times before she carved out a spare corner for herself to give him his privacy back. She never imagined she’d actually be sharing it with him for once. She downed the last of her water and put the cup aside before she stepped into the bunk. She decided to slide into the corner facing the wall to give him as much space as possible.

Mando’s only gone for a few minutes, but in her panicked, overthinking state, it feels like ages. She finds comfort in his sheets. After getting so used to this space then moving out for a stretch of time, they felt familiar and almost welcoming to come back to. She acknowledged this was mostly due to their scent, the warm, woodsy musk that she recognized as what was likely the scent of his skin. She nuzzles into his blankets, inhales and sighs into them.

Then his boot steps echo back into earshot. She rolls onto her back and props up on her elbows, watching his shadowed figure fiddling outside. After a particularly heavy sigh, he clicks a light off and steps inside. For a second, he almost looks like a shadow sliding along the walls. It’s then she realizes he’s not wearing his beskar. He's stripped down to his full flight suit, boots, gloves and of course, his trademark helmet. There’s still not a shred of skin in sight but this still gives her a full view of his own figure. She’s dumbstruck at just how broad he truly is even without his armor. Then, it dawns on her that he took off his beskar to make room for her and something flutters under her ribs.

He looks at her and she scoots into the wall. His gloves clench and unclench in a subtle twitch as he slides into the space next to her. It’s a tight squeeze, laying shoulder to shoulder, but it’s a fit that would’ve probably been unbearable with the few inches of additional armor on. She crosses her arms, making herself smaller and fitting around the bigger gaps between them.

They both sigh and for a moment, it’s quiet. Her heart’s weirdly racing and she’s not sure what to say. Or if anything should be said at all. He shifts next to her, and her first thought is that he’s warm, even under his dense flight suit. He sighs again, and it sounds spent. She wonders if his eyes are closed behind that helmet.

Her head cranes towards him. “Long day?”

A short huff cracks through his modulator. “Something like that.” He’s smiling behind that response.

She grins back and looks up at the dark ceiling again. Colors are still swirling in her eyes if she squints long enough, but they're fading, she notes. There’s another short pause before this time, he breaks. “If.. this is too uncomf- ”

“It’s not.” she cuts in sweetly, still smiling to herself. Despite the angle, he’s warm and sturdy and she’d never felt more secure sandwiched between a man and his metal walls. She gently nudges his side. “Thanks again for saving my ass.”

He huffs again and nudges back. “Any time.” he replies.

She giggles and pauses, words pricking at the tip of her tongue. She’s feeling brave again and in her growing drowsiness, she decides to throw caution to the wind one last time. “Mando?”

“Mm?”

She inhales and shifts, her chin gently pressing into his shoulder. “Can I be honest about somethin’?”

His helmet shifts to her expectantly before pointing his chin at her. A silent approval to keep going. “I’ve been surrounded by armies my whole life. For as long as I can remember. Rebels, mercenaries, outcasts. You name it, I’ve met ‘em,” She peers up at his visor, ensuring she’s making eye contact. “And I’ve never felt safer with any of ‘em than I have with you.”

He doesn’t so much as twitch, but she swears she hears his breath seize under the helmet. Once again, his chest blooms and swells and something warm settles in his stomach. He smiles inwardly and before he can stop himself, a gloved hand comes up between them, leather knuckles stroking along the shape of her cheek.

She leans into it for just a moment and then she breaks through, ducking under his arm to curl herself up into his side. She rolls onto her own side, an arm draped across his chest and her head resting below his collarbone. Surprisingly, he not only allows her position shift, but he wraps his arm around her and even pulls her into him. “I made a promise to you,” he says. His hand settles between her shoulder blades, his thumb tracing a single circle into her back. “As long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe from harm. I intend to keep that promise as long as it takes.”

With her ear pressed into his shirt, she realizes that his pulse is racing against her. He also smells nice, like a combination of gunsmoke, the outdoors and the linen of his sheets. It’s woodsy and crisp, but it’s warm and homey and so intoxicatingly comforting.

She wants to say it.

She could get away with saying it if she played it right. But she's too drowsy and delirious and exhausted to keep thinking. He’s draping his blankets over them, tucking her into the ultimate heat source and she wants to soak in it. There’s a cool press against her hair and she realizes that his helmet is leaning into her. “Is this okay?” he whispers to her.

She nuzzles into his shirt and sighs contentedly. Sleep is pulling her into its depths faster than she anticipated but she has enough energy to sweetly mumble, “No. It’s better than okay.”

He exhales through his nose from above her and his hand gently rubs her back. “Get some sleep, mesh’la,” he purrs. “I’m here.”

She doesn’t know what that one means. She makes a mental note to ask tomorrow. Right now, she picks her head up to press a single kiss into his collarbone before plopping back down. “G’night Mando..”

His heart rate picks up again. He pulls her up closer so her head is nestled into the crook of his neck. This allows her to wrap both arms around him. His helmet tilts down and she swears she feels his eyes on her. “Good night.”

She closes her eyes and smiles, allowing herself to sink into his warmth and scent for the first and probably only time. Her words were never truer than in this moment; never had she felt safer than in this tiny bunk, wrapped in her Mandalorian’s blankets. She falls asleep shortly afterwards, her breaths evening out and her heartbeat slowing into a tranquil pace. This time, her mind takes her to more pleasant dreamscapes.

She can’t detect Mando at all, listening to her pulse as she sleeps. She doesn’t feel how long it takes before his gloves slip off in the dim lights and two arms fully wrap around her. She can’t sense his warm palms holding her against him, one across her back, the other coming up to smooth and brush her hair. And she’s long gone by the time he makes the conscious choice to give his helmet a break, telling himself he needs the air and it’ll be back on long before she wakes up tomorrow.

Somewhere in her subconscious, thoughts flash across her eyes; images of the Child, his laugh, his bright brown eyes, and his infectious joy. Repeated images of Mando, his visor, his cape, his arms. His sheets. His voice. His leathered touch. Their hands linked under a coat of stars.

She swears she feels a pair of ghostly lips brush against her forehead, if only for a moment, but she never quite figures out where they came from. Not that it matters. Because for now, this is enough. Even if it is only temporary.

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a/n: stream season 3 only on disney + <3

#din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x y/n #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x female reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #mando x female reader

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vex91 · 10 months

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Jang Wonyoung - Serious

Pairing: Jang Wonyoung x Female Reader (Highschool AU)

Fandom: IZ*ONE / IVE

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: First time requesting something

Can i request a wonyoung fic where she is the heartthrob and she just breaks people's heart for fun, wonyoung and yn hate each other so she tries the same with yn then she fall for her and tries to win her heart.

There are few wonyoung fics and enemies to lovers is just that trope🧎‍♀️

It can be as long as you want i just love your works so i will read anything from you

- 🌙

Summary: Jang Wonyoung was known by a whole school as someone who loved playing with people's hearts. You hated her because of that and despite you doing your absolute best to avoid her, you became her next target.

A/N: I agree, we need more IVE fics in general😭 Thank you for requesting for this Queen❤

3rd's POV

Jang Wonyoung.

There wasn't a person at your school who didn't heard of her. Wonyoung despite being only a first year became well known by everyone, even the third years knew about her. Some loved her, some despised her and you were definitely the latter.

You hated her.

Wonyoung was known for a lot of things, her good grades, her looks and of course the fact that she loved playing with people's hearts. No one knew why but you guessed that it was probably the feeling of being wanted and being able to have anyone she wanted. Everyone knew that her feelings for them were fake but for some reason they still let themselves fall for her charms and believed that it was real until she broke it off like it was nothing.

Before you wouldn't say that you hated her, yeah what she was doing was very wrong but it didn't affected you much so you didn't cared much. You started hating her when she decided to break your best friend's heart. Seeing her cry so much and still wanting to be with Wonyoung despite the hurt that she caused her made you despise the other girl.

Unfortunately for you, Wonyoung took a notice of you when you accidentally bumped into her at the cafeteria and decided to go after you next.

A piece of paper landed on your notebook. Confused, you looked around to see who throw it to you and the guilty one was Wonyoung, who gave you a "sweet" smile that you knew was only a disguise. You took the piece of paper and decided to take a look, just to see what she wanted.

You're Y/N right? I'm Wonyoung,

are you free after school?

PS. You're really pretty ;)

You rolled your eyes at the note. So now you were her target? You looked over to her just to see her sending your way another smile. You took your pen and started writing something down on the note, making Wonyoung a little excited because she thought that she already charmed her way into your heart. When the class ended you threw the note to Wonyoung and left the classroom with your friends who immediately started asking you questions about the note.

Excited Wonyoung opened the note but her smile quickly fell when she read what was inside.

For you? I'm busy ;)

PS. Thank you but didn't asked

It won't be as easy as she thought.

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"Hi!" Wonyoung smiled at you while you only gave her a blank stare. You closed your locker with a sigh and turned in her direction. Wonyoung looked you up and down quickly before meeting your gaze and sending you a wink.

"So I was wondering if you were free right now? We could go to this one café close by. They have great cakes and cookies, as a sweet expert I can confirm" You pretended to think about it for a second before declining "That's very tempting, unfortunately I'm not interested in them just as much as I'm not interested in a date with you and being your next plaything so if you could kindly leave me alone that would be great" You bumped your shoulder into her and walked off, linking arms with Haewon who came over after seeing you.

Wonyoung observed your disappearing figure with a rather sad expression. Yujin who saw the whole thing came over and leaned on the locker that you have previously put your books in. She looked at her friend and furrowed her eyebrows at the face that Wonyoung had "Are you okay?" Wonyoung quickly hid her disappointment and smiled at her friend "Yeah, just having some problem with my next date" Yujin nodded but was definitely not convinced by her words.

She knew Wonyoung. The girl never cared about feelings of girls she has dated before just like she never had any feelings for them so seeing her so affected by you rejecting her was very weird to Yujin. Honestly if Wonyoung had feelings for you, it would be great. Yujin wanted Wonyoung to stop doing what she was doing, she wanted her to fall in love and stay with one girl that she can love and be loved by.

That's why she hoped that you could maybe be this girl.

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It was bad.

It was really bad.

Wonyoung tried to take you out on a day for a month now and you still aren't interested but if this wasn't bad enough, Wonyoung realized that she may be into you. At first she didn't noticed since she never liked girls that she went after, plus she only thought that what she was feeling was some sort of determination to get someone who was hard to get, like a challenge but her friends quickly made her realize that she got too into it and after thinking about it more, they realized that Wonyoung who never fell in love, fell in love with you.

The problem is you not being interested at all.

Wonyoung spend the entire weekend thinking about ways to make you like her instead of hate her but nothing that seemed good enough came to her head.

To be honest she didn't thought that anything would be able to help her case, she hurt so many girls that you already had an opinion about her and there was no changing that.

Her friends didn't gave up though and whenever their ideas failed, they were coming up with new ideas. Yujin even went to you and tried to tell you that Wonyoung wasn't so bad. Finally Gaeul had an idea but when she shared it with Wonyoung, the younger girl wasn't too convinced.

"Take these flowers and just be honest with her"

"Isn't that too simple?"

That was too simple in Wonyoung's opinion. That was real life, not some movie where everything was working out perfectly. You hated her, Gaeul couldn't be so stupid to think that some simple flowers will be able to make you suddenly change your entire mind about her. Still as Gaeul gave her the flowers, she decided to give it a shot. At this point she didn't had anything to lose.

That's how she found herself waiting for you at the gate after school. As she waited her mind was occupied by everything she wanted to say to you. It was weird, she was so used to not caring about stuff like that so this whole thing was new to her. If someone told her that she would be waiting with flowers for a girl that she wanted to date for real, she would probably laugh at them but now here she was doing exactly that.

Soon she saw you walking out of the school with your best friends, Yuna, Haewon and Minji. She recognized Minji as one of the girls that she dated before and all the colors drained from her face when she realized that you're friends. That are consequences of her own actions it seemed. Now she was sure that you would reject her once again, how could you not when she hurt your friend like that.

Wonyoung quickly hid behind a tree before you could notice her and observed as you bid goodbyes to your friends and went back home with your brother, Sunghoon. She sighed when you left, feeling hopeless. Her past actions really made her life difficult now.

Wonyoung slowly walked over to the trash can and threw the flowers in there along with her whole hope for a happy ending with you.

How could she deserve happiness and love after so many hearts she broke for her own satisfaction?

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2 months passed ever since that day. Wonyoung stopped running after you and flirting with you but not only you, she also pretty much stopped flirting with everyone. She started taking her studies more seriously and instead of going out with different girls on dates, she started going out more with her friends or just went home to spend some time alone aka cry alone in bed because you weren't interested in her and at this point she was badly into you.

You noticed the change. At first you were relieved that you won't have to deal with Wonyoung trying to rizz you up every chance she got but after some time you started to miss her. Shocking but true. For some reason you missed her weird jokes and pick up lines. The smile that she gave you when she tried to charm you or when she made fun of your height. You knew that you shouldn't feel like that because the whole thing was probably just a game to her but you couldn't help it and now that you noticed the change in her behavior, you couldn't help but feeling like you wanted to be with her.

"I know that she doesn't seem like it because of how she acts but she's a really caring girl. She made a lot of mistakes but she's not a bad person deep down, believe me if she was then me, Gaeul, Rei and Jiwon wouldn't hang out with her. You may not believe me but it looks like she actually cares about you, even if she didn't realized it yet so maybe you could give her a chance and help change for the better?"

Yujin's words came back to you. She really did care about Wonyoung so maybe there was some truth to her words. Yujin is a good person, she wouldn't be friends with Wonyoung if she was a terrible person. So maybe it was worth giving it a shot.

On Thursday you waited for Wonyoung at the gate after school. The same place and time that she waited for you 2 months ago. Wonyoung noticed you standing there but shrugged it off and started going in the direction of her house. She was sure that you were waiting for your friends or your brother so she was surprised when you took a hold of her arm "Wait Wonyoung, I wanted to talk with you" She looked at you surprised, eyes wide as she pointed at herself, questioning why you would want to talk with her.

"I thought about this and I just wanted to ask you if that café you were talking about months ago was actually so good" At first she wasn't sure what you meant but when she realized it, she couldn't contain a smile taking over her face as she nodded excitedly "Yeah, so do you want to go there with me today? I don't have other plans so..." You giggled at how shy she got for a second there "I can go but only as friends. If you want to take me out on a real date then you have to really prove to me how much you've changed" Wonyoung could only agree as the happiness she felt started growing. It was better than nothing.

"I'll prove to you that I'm serious about this"

"I can't wait" You smiled and let Wonyoung intertwine your fingers as she started guiding you in the direction of the café that she loved so much.

Almost as much as she loved you.

This was a chance that Wonyoung wasn't planning to waste, she was going to prove to you how much she cared about you.

#vex writes #🌙 anon #ive x reader #ive reactions #iz*one x reader #izone x reader #iz*one reactions #izone reactions #jang wonyoung x reader #jang wonyoung

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milaisreading · 1 year

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hi! Ok, what about fic where manager have to wear something like mascot costume (like ears and tail) or something like maid dress (you can choose anything you want) all day because of JFU and fan service for BLLK TV during the NEO egoists league arc. And when boy see her in this costume, they are frustrated, freaks out and try their best to cover her and get away from the cameras.

Author: I hope you like this and thank you sm for the request🩷 stay safe and healthy.

PS: I really hope people feel included in these stories, that's why I mostly avoid giving any physical descriptions of the reader. Also, English is like my 3rd language and I hope you all aren't too annoyed if I am repetitive with some words. Mostly when I use the words blush or turn red I don't want to allude to the skin tone, but I try to describe the situation in a way that would make sense to me as well. Sorry for that and I will try to work on my vocabulary a little bit more. I am so sorry if smn felt left out bcs of my wording 🙇🏻‍♀️🩷

Warnings ⚠️ : Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue Lock belongs:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

When (Y/n) signed up for the Blue Lock project to help out, she knew there would be hard and easy times. She knew she will be a lot bussier with taking care of not just the team, but also running errands for Anri and Ego from time to time. But with all the exhausting and draining tasks she had, she was greatful for the friends she made at the project, all the connections and fun times that came with it. But and a big but, (Y/n) didn't know that Blue Lock would turn into a reality show with... certain demands from the JFU.

"Respectfully, no way in hell am I wearing that!" (Y/n) shrieked at the clothing item Anri was holding. Ego kept quiet, pitying the girl a little.

"Come on (Y/n)! The JFU did that fanservice polls and the fans really want to see you in this dress... it's not even revealing." Anri tried to argue. And true, the maid dress wasn't anything too extreme. A normal maid dress that went to her knees, nothing revealing and a simple black color, with a white apron and some head decoration.

"Still! I never agreed to this! I don't want anyone to see me in that! And why aren't the boys wearing it as well, seems unfair!" (Y/n) said, feeling embarrassed to be wearing such a dress. Anri shook her head and walked closer to the girl, pressing the item into her hands.

"You came in first place when asked who should wear it. Rin was second by like a 400 votes difference."

"400?!" (Y/n) cried out, feeling betrayed by the audience.

"Just wear it for half a day. I tried to negotiate with the JFU and we came to a agreement for just half a day." Ego said.

'I hate it here!! The others will just make fun of me!' (Y/n) thought, wanting to cry.

"It looks adorable!!" Anri cheered as she finally got the dress on the girl.

"Can't we just get Rin to wear this?" (Y/n) asked for the 10th time as Anri pulled her out of the changing room.

"No, no we can't." The woman said back.

"Get Rin to do what?!" Isagi asked as he walked out of a room. The boy looked at (Y/n) for a few moments, blinking as he finally started realizing what she was wearing.

"(Y/n), why are you wearing that?!" Isagi exclaimed as his face turned a bright red, catching Bachira and Baro's attention.

"I-I didn't want to, I was forced!" (Y/n) said back, causing Anri to roll her eyes.

"Don't you love the fans?"

"Not this much!"

'She looks so adorable in that! What a great day to be alive and witness this!' Isagi thought as he covered up his cheeks.

"What happened with (Y/n)?! Do I have to beat someone up-" Bachira's grin soon faded and his jaw dropped a little when he saw the girl, face flushing to match Isagi's.

'So... so adorable!'

Baro peeked outside too only to freeze up at the sight of the manager.

'I... this is a dream? Or maybe not?' Baro pinched his cheeks to make sure everything was real.

"Wh-what?! I told you this was rediculous!" (Y/n) yelled, expecting them to tease her.

'Adorable!' Baro thought, suddenly getting shy as Bachira ran to hug her.

"You look so cute, (Y/n)! I could just eat you!"

"Bachira, you are making it worse!" (Y/n) yelled, startled by his sudden hug as Nari cheered.

"Told you it looks fine."

"Bachir, let her go!"

"You little piece of shit!" Isagi and Baro yelled as they went in to grab to separate the two.

'I want a hug too...' The two thought, jealous that Bachira got it first.

Otoya fell to the ground and covered up his nosebleed.

'Thank you God. Thank you for making me witness this!' The green/white-haired boy thought, feeling tears of joy cloud his eyes.

"Otoya! Are you alright?!" (Y/n) panicked as she tried to walk to him, but was stopped by Yukimiya standing in the way.

"He is just being weird, don't worry. So when will you be wearing this again?" The brown-haired boy asked as (Y/n) shook her head at that thought.

"Hopefully never. Also can you stop touching my hair, Karasu?" The girl wondered as the said boy kept patting her head.

"But you look so adorable! We need to give you headpats." The boy declared as Yukimiya nodded his head.

"Wait, I want to do it too!" Otoya added as he finally composed himself. Meanwhile Kurona and Hiori were standing off to the side, faces red as they admired the girl's costume.

'So adorable! She looks better than any model!' Kurona thought.

'Ahh~ I live being in Blue Lock~' Hiori sighed dreamily.

She was just doing some pick ups for the medic room when Gagamaru, Niko and Rin walked by, and seeing her in the costume really flustered them.

"I-I... you look pretty (Y/n). Like a princess!" Gagamaru had exclaimed nervously as (Y/n) thanked him, clearly just as flustered as he was.

"You look..." Rin started and then looked away, clearly unsure how to say it in a smooth way.

'She is so adorable! Just like she always is, but now she is even cuter! Thank you God for not sending me off to Spain too.' Rin thought, too shy to look her back in the eyes. And in that moment Niko started stuttering something out, but the more he looked at (Y/n), the blurrier her form was getting.

'So cute!'

"Niko! Gagamaru, can you bring me some water?!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she caught the black-haired boy before he could fall to the ground. The boy quickly nodded his head, forcing himself to look away and get the water.

'Lucky bastard!' Rin tsked as (Y/n) held the boy's figure.

"So.... how long do you have to wear that?" Kunigami asked, covering up his cheeks.

"For like an hour more... then I am free." (Y/n) explained as she fixed up Chigiri's hair, the said boy enjoying the attention he was getting from her.

'My manager taking care of me while dressed in a cute costume... I won at life!' The redhead sighed as Reo kept staring at her intensely.

'Ahh~~ what a day to be alive! Blue Lock is the best place on earth!' Reo thought with a silly grin as Nagi stood to the side with his phone.

'Sorry (Y/n), but God knows when I will see you like this again.' Nagi thought as he snapped some pics of the girl.

"Why are you even taking pictures?" The girl asked as she turned to the albino.

"Blackmail." He blinked and nervously answered.

'Idiot!' Reo and Kunigami thought.

"Blackmail? Literally anyone who follows Blue Lock will see me like this! What's the use of the Blackmail?"

"Hold up! Rewind that, what do you mean everyone will see you?!" Aryu spoke up, deciding to finally stop staring.

"It's like fanservice for the next episode or something." The girl explained, causing them to go into panic mode.

"So... so other dudes will see you like that?!" Chigiri questioned, turning around to face her.

"Yeah..."

"Absolutely not! Take this!" Kunigami said as he handed her his jacket.

"Take mine too." Aryu added, dropping it over her.

"I will just be the wall then." Nagi said in annoyance as he stood in front of (Y/n), shielding her from the camera Ego had put up.

"Reo, can you somehow buy this episode out or something?" Chigiri whispered to the purple-haired boy.

"I could try. Nobody outside of Blue Lock should see our manager like this."

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boydepartment · 7 months

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can you write smth about jay just spoiling you cause he loves u so much 🥹

spoiled rotten- park jongseong headcanons

a/n: i am so sorry this is late, i got back from my trip, got sad, had to do hw, and then i had errands to run with people. here it is tho!!!!

description: headcanons of jay spoiling you rotten <3 fluff, cute, hee hoho haha yaknow. lowercase intended

warnings- none

MASTERLIST

wc- dawg idk like 300???

oh mr. park… given an allowance AND having idol income. at first it would all go to his savings, like if he wanted to take a class, or if the rockstar wanted to buy more things for his guitar. however….. when you came into the picture 1/3 of his savings just seemed to vanish. well, not vanish jay knew exactly where it was going. and soon it became 2/3rds of his savings.

jay loved to spoil you rotten, he loved seeing your eyes light up at the new bag he got you. the way you’d let your fingers glide against the material of the leather strap. how you’d talk excitedly about the history of the bag design. he loved it.

jay’s favorite part of spoiling you was how you’d geek out over whatever item he bought you. like the one time he bought you a piece of jewelry from a movie you liked. you started to go on and on about the movie and the details of said movie.

he loved every second of spoiling you because he got to hear you happily talk.

buying you things was great and all, but seeing you smile and give an excited giggle unwrapping what he got you was the best part. jay had never felt such adrenaline unless he was performing.

you always get so giddy when jay comes home from tour or whatever business trip he was on. for starters, because you get to see the love of your life again. and because you get to see the excited look on his face when he pulls a present out from behind his back.

you loved his reactions to giving you things just as much as the actual gift. you made sure to always show him how grateful you are of him. you may be spoiled rotten but you’d never in your life take advantage of his kindness.

jay would do anything for you, if you wanted a trip to the moon and back he’d plan it for years so you could have that trip.

and trust me, with as much as he buys you, he probably could take that total and fly you to the moon.

jay can’t help it, he loves you way too much for his bank account’s good. the bleeding of the numbers didn’t really matter anyways, your attention and your company, the fact you chose him over anyone else on earth is his idea of getting spoiled by you.

oh and ps…. he’d definitely spoil you with random trips to places you’ve always wanted to go to. or let you pick out ANYTHING you wanted in any store you’d want. jay loves seeing you prance around places. you’re just so precious to him

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lemonandlime22 · 2 years

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PLS I NEED MORE OF THE BITEY CHILD

Maybe with like lilia, idia, or azul

Lilia, Idia, and Azul with a scrawny and bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): cussing, slander(?), this ones a long boi

A/N: Thank you for the request! i love writing the bitey child headcanons. hope you enjoy!

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

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Lilia

This man gave you an early mid-life crisis

"this man" my apologies-

I meant this pile of sentient rotting bones-

anyway as I was saying,

at first glance he gives off a cute childish vibe

but if your around him for a little longer he gives off a creepy intimidating vibe, similarly to Crowley.

So your just like-

╭( ๐_๐)╮

And he's standing there like-

(人◕ω◕)

then you run away and avoid him every time you see him

ps. this doesn't work

thinks your just shy and need a little encouragement to get out of your shell.

He didn't learn about your little habit until he saw you lunge at some poor student in the courtyard

this made him tear up because of how much you reminded him of himself when he was little

except he didn't really need any reason to bite someone. he just did.

Minus not being able to slay dinosaurs, you are exactly like a little him

that, along with the fact that you get along with Malleus, was all he needed to finalize his decision!

he's adopting you!

Now, I've already made this longer than needed to so all I'm ganna say is good luck and have some Advil for the headache that is Crowley and Lilia's adoption battle /hj.

Idia

One moment he was minding his own business in the corner of a room or something

and the next he's screaming a flailing his arm around trying to get this weird small creature you off

obviously it didn't work

you have a bite force stronger than a crocodiles from all your experience

I hc that when you are all grown up and big, you start doing that death roll thing crocs do. its very effective. if you don't know what I'm talking about look it up, its really cool.

He eventually gave up and now just had you hanging off of him for most of the day

then he realized that you had been asleep for like 99% of the time you were on his arm.

he was really warm and you got comfy so took a lil nap.

Ortho had to help him detach you.

After that he avoided you as much as he possibly could

he thought he was the one person you hated enough to bite for a long while

until one day when you came into a housewarden meeting and started biting Crowley

which he, Crowley, didn't stop at all and even extended his arm for you then picked you up in his arms all while you were gnawing on his forearm.

he felt a little better after that.

Overall, he doesn't hate you but doesn't exactly enjoy your presence. he's on team f them kids except his lil bro and you are no exception.

Azul

He heard of your little habit long before he met you

you had instantly caught the tweels interest

especially Floyds

and they both immediately told Azul about you.

And as with most others, he didn't know your exact reasoning for all the biting

so he made sure to keep his distance from you until he did

but as situations like these usually play out, that plan quickly failed.

As he was making his way back to his dorm from a boardgame club meeting, he heard some commotion coming from the courtyard

he was expecting a fight or something like that

not the Floyd laughing his ass off as Riddle was simultaneously trying to pry your teeth off Jade's leg and scolding you

Trey was trying his best to help Riddle but also trying not to laugh.

which he was failing painfully at btw

So he,

being the capitalist he is,

decided it would be best to offer his help to the redhead

for a price obv

to which Riddle declined.

Little did he know is that he already did help a bit,

as you had now let go of Jade and was staring up at Azul

giving him the mandatory vibe check.

You were going to give him a pass but then you noticed the annoyed look Riddle had towards the 3rd man that smelt like fish

then your child mind jumped to a few conclusions

"annoyed look -> upset -> mad -> hate. gasp! so mama Riddle hates this fish smelling man! he must be a bad man if mama hates him... i know what must be done..."

cue Azul screaming at the top of his lungs, Riddle yelling at you to let go, and Trey, Floyd, and Jade absolutely shitting themselves laughing.

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dreamywriter143 · 11 months

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Tsongtsyìp

(Tsongtsyìp [ˈt͡soŋ.t͡sjɪp̚]—-> Dimple)

Status: Multiple-Character Scenario

Genre/Warning: FLUFFFF

Parings: Neteyam x Reader, Lo’ak x Reader, Jake x Reader, Tsu’tey x Reader, Tonowari x Reader, Ao’nung x Reader and Rotxo x Reader.

Summary: How each character would react if their S/O had a dimple.

Word Count: 0.9k

A/N: I know this is an odd one but I’ve had it in my drafts since I started writing for Atwow. I have dimples and I’m really insecure about it. I love how others look with dimples because it suits their face. Mine doesn't. I have two and one is deeper than the other. It’s one of my biggest insecurities. So, I made a short scenario of each character from Atwow reacting to their S/O having dimples. I thought it would be a cute idea. Also Bailey Bass has dimples, and she looks FLAWLESS!!! Anyways, enough to my rant. Please enjoy!!!

Ps: I’m going to try 2nd POV instead of 3rd POV. If this sucks, I’m sorrry !!

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Neteyam

(In complete awe and in love with them)

The first time Neteyam saw his S/O’s dimples he was in complete awe. If Neteyam thought his mate couldn’t become more perfect, he was wrong. He loved how it only enhanced your beauty and he couldn’t look away. He always lived for his mates smiles, with the added dimples it made it seem like your smiles were that much more beautiful. Very eye-catching. He would admire them with a lovestruck expression. He was extremely attracted to your dimples, always trying his best to keep you smiling. He would grow a bit clingy when he’d notice how other Na’vi men would also gawk at you.

“Your dimples are so cute yawne,” he would say sweetly, his ears twitching as his tail swished behind him happily.

“Just like your face”

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Lo’ak

(Teases you and loves to poke them in a affectionate way)

He loves it when your dimples appear as you smile. Not only is he being rewarded by your smile, but your dimples too?! Score! He would do everything in his power to see them again, even at the cost of your embarrassment. He would affectionately poke at them, only to end up squeezing your face which would lead to featherlight kisses here and there. He's a complete tease and you’ll have to be patient with him. But he does it all with the purest intentions.

“Can I touch it? I want to touch it…I’m touching it!”

“C’mere sweet cheeks!!”

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Jake

(Calls you ‘dimples’/‘Tsongtsyìp’ as a term of endearment)

At first Jake would find it cute and unique. He knew that dimples were kind of rare, and the fact that you, the love of his life, had them. He couldn’t feel more blessed. He would be like Lo’ak, teasing and liking how you would react shyly to his advances. He even decided to call you ‘Tsongtsyìp’ (meaning dimple) as a nickname. He would say it in a term of endearment while he would watch your dimples appear with a soft expression.

“C’mere Tsongtsyìp! Smile wide, lemme see ‘em!”

“Hey dimples, check this out!”

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Tsu’tey

(Thinks its super cute but tries to be chill about it)

Tsu’tey always wondered why you would cover your mouth when you would laugh or smile. After being mated before Ewya you slowly started to unwind, even going as far as to not cover your face when you smiled. That’s when Tsu’tey saw it. And to say he was speechless would be an understatement. He is awe-struck. Why would you hide something that caused his entire being to throb in admiration. He would think it's super adorable and would always slyly glance at them when you weren’t looking. He figured the reason you covered your face was because you were shy about it so he decided not to shed any light on the situation. That is until he got caught.

“Uh…Tsu’tey? Are you ok? Is something on my face?”

“No….I just find your dimples irresistible. Please don’t hide them anymore yawne”

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Tonowari:

(Treats you like a baby, cooing when he sees them appear)

You're not that much younger than Tonowari, but that doesn’t stop him from treating you like his little princess. Especially when you smile and your dimples are out on display. He felt like a teenager again with how much he openly gawked at you. Tonowari would coo at the sight, his heart would soar as he only focused on them. In his eyes it was a gift, something to hold and show to the world. Something to be proud of. And that, he did.

“Isn’t she perfect? Look at the smile……look at that perfect smile”

“That’s my girl!! Look at how cute she is!”

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Ao’nung

(Teases you, claims you look like a baby. But his baby.)

Ao’nung would tease the hell outta you. No joke. You would be insecure about your dimples as it is and Ao’nung’s teasing didn’t help. That is until he admits he adored them, loves them and cherished them. He would squeeze your cheeks with his large hands lovingly, his eyes filled with adoration. He only teases you about it because of the reactions he can coax out of you. And also the fact, according to him, you looked like a baby. But just any baby though, his baby.

“Aww my little baby girl is lookin’ all cute!~”

“Ao’nung! People are staring!?!”

“So? Can’t I admire what’s mine?”

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Rotxo

(On a personal mission to keep you smiling no matter what)

The moment Rotxo saw your smile with your dimples on display he was a man with a mission. A mission to keep you smiling no matter what. He didn’t know if he could go a day without seeing those adorable dimples that would make his stomach erupt with butterflies. When he saw your smile it proved to him that he was making you happy, that also motivated him to keep you smiling at all times.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Ah! There they are”

“What?”

“Those beautiful dimples…..”

“Rotxo!!!”

“What? Your smile is beautiful, never stop smiling”

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A/N: I’m so sorry that it’s so short but I hope you guys enjoyed!

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daxerian · 1 year

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Teenage Love

Charles Leclerc x reader

Author's note: this is like the longest fic i have ever written and omg i feel excited for you to read this! Also i write like every story for my friend so it's kind of written in 3rd person so i hope that doesn't bother you!

Words: 7k (and some more)

Warnings: divorce, a bit of smut (not explained of course just a bit) and i think that's all

Ps: it's kinda rushed so don't expect much

Edited!

Y/n and Charles had the teenage summer love, but for them, it kinda seemed that it's a forever kind of thing you know? They somehow made it work with Charles' rising career in Formula 1 and y/n wanting to finish her Business degree. It worked, Charles got into Formula 1 and y/n finished her degree and got a job.

They got married in 2021 but since then their relationship wasn't it. There wasn't excitement in y/n's eyes when Charles came home after a race late at night. There wasn't any interest on Charles' face when y/n wanted to tell him about her day. Their relationship was falling apart. But they never mentioned a divorce, maybe they were scared to talk about it, or maybe they didn't want to throw all the memories they made over the 8 years of their relationship and 10 years of their friendship.

What should they do? Y/n already started looking at apartments in the city she grew up in, Spain. Of course, it was out of boredom then it started to get serious. Y/n found a job near the location of the apartment and it paid well. Charles found out about this a few weeks later because of his job. The argument was born just like that.

"What are you looking at?" Charles asked quite confused why his wife is looking at homes in Spain. "Nothing" y/n answered not wanting to talk about it but she knew that Charles would eventually find out. "Then why are you looking at apartments in Spain? Is it for a friend or what?" he asked and of course getting a bit mad, "No it's for me Charles, not any friends or family, just me" "But why?" "Charles, don't you understand everything that has been going on for the last 2 nearly 3 years of our marriage? We are more like roommates that don't like each other than happily married couple!" y/n answered Charles rather harshly than expected.

Charles became quiet because he knew y/n was right about their whole marriage being nothing but a failure of love. "Our marriage started to fall apart after our honeymoon. We pretend to love each other and I'm sick of it Charles! I no longer feel like I'm in a fairytale story with a loving husband in this beautiful city, your fans know that our marriage is falling apart but not you!" y/n told him this in a very mad but sad tone in her voice.

"Oh, you think I didn't notice that our relationship is falling apart? You don't know how many nights I spend wondering if you want a divorce or not! I ignore that this life that we created is not falling apart because I only imagined it with you y/n!" Charles told her sadly but he tried to hide it with frustration and anger. Y/n didn't know how to answer because she knew Charles told the truth that needed to be said.

"I never truly wanted this end with you Charles, all I wanted with you was a happy marriage and after time kids that could be a carbon copy of us you know? The happy life, not this stuff. And I also think that divorce would be the best option for us, we're not happy anymore so" y/n had a hard time saying this and obviously with the divorce part but she knew it was for the best.

Charles didn't know how to react to y/n asking for a divorce but he had respect for so he told her that everything was going to ok. "I'll call my lawyer to get the divorce petition so we can file it and then send the request for court okay? It will take a few months but not forever so we can fly to Spain and look at the apartments you have been looking for so you know which one is the best for you" At this point, Charles was trying not to cry.

Y/n was stunned, she just told Charles that a divorce would be the best thing for them and he said okay. "You would do this for me?" "I would even if I didn't want to"

*2 years later*

Y/n and Charles remained friends, they contacted each other twice a month to see how the other one is doing y/n also went to the Spanish GP to show support to Charles even if they were no longer together. Some fans still believe that the whole split up was something made up and the couple was still together but you know Bety and Charles ignored them, because even after the 2 years they wanted to keep it for themselves.

A lot of things happened since the divorce. Charles still interacted with his fans but not as often as before. Y/n couldn't focus on her work stuff anymore. They missed each other so much but they didn't dare to admit it. It's like 2 years ago when they were both scared to talk about their failing marriage.

They were meant to be but they did it wrong.

Well, one day everything changed. It was a beautiful summer day like every other in Madrid but at the end of the day it started raining so much, so y/n took care of herself you know? Washed her hair, did her skincare, made some late-night dinner that wouldn't make her stomach upset, and turn on a movie.

It was halfway through the movie and she heard her doorbell ring of course she wondered who the hell is here at 10:30 pm. She looked through the peephole and saw Charles with soaked hair, hoodie and sweatpants. She quickly opened the door and instantly felt worried. What the fuck is Charles doing here?

She softly asked him "Charles what are you doing here? And why are you crying? Come inside please" Of course she still cared, he was still her friend. "I'm so sorry," Charles said with tears in his eyes. "Sorry for what Charlie? I don't understand" "I'm so sorry for not trying harder in our marriage. And I fucking hate myself it took me 2 fucking years to realize that I should try harder and I shouldn't even be here your boyfriend-" Charles said slowly because he was crying.

"What are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend" Y/n answered him still talking to him softly because she couldn't stay mad at him. "You don't? After all the time?" Charles was confused cause y/n is still the prettiest woman he has ever seen and she could be with anybody she wants. "No Charlie I- you know what? I'll find some clothes for you and you go take a shower okay? The bathroom is down the hall" y/n told him "Okay, thank you"

Y/n never told anyone but when she was packing her stuff she sneakily 'stole' two pairs of Charles' sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants, they were big on her of course but they were her favorite pieces of clothing of his, so how could she let them go? After some time they stopped to smell like him and it kinda hurt her. Because Charles has this smell of his own that reminds her of home.

After some time y/n asked Charles softly if he wanted to talk about what was troubling him. Charles shook his head and said that all he wanted was her. Y/n tried to remind him that they couldn't act on their feelings, but he insisted that he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Against her better judgment, y/n found herself kissing him passionately.

It all happened so fast through. They were kissing passionately on her couch after 2 years of trying to act like friends even when they knew, they could never be just friends. It got carried away to y/n’s bedroom and it happened, it happened with love. Lingering touches were exchanged. Words of affirmation too. They somehow found themselves in love again.

*10 years later*

Charles and y/n got re-married after getting back together all these years ago. They are both 37 and living the best life they could ever imagine having. With Charles having 3 World Titles on his check he decided to retire after being in the sport for a lot of years. Y/n started working from home so she could finally had much more time to spend with her family.

They also got 2 beautiful daughters. Stella and Rose Leclerc. Those 2 girls brought so much joy to their lives. Stella being the fantastic 6-year-old kiddo and Rose being the fabulous 4-year-old, were living like one. There weren't arguments between the 2 sisters. They were their Angeles.

And now they are living their best life in their house in the beautiful country of Monaco.

#f1 x reader #formula one x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader

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heeseungsx · 10 months

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student!heeseung x fem reader!

Disc! read at your own risk !

Warning! smut, perv hee, perv reader, bathroom sex, fingering, praising, creampie, squirting, LOTS of curse words. !please remind me if I missed some!

Heeseung as your perverted, handsome, tall classmate that's always looking at your tits.

you having the biggest crush on him ever since the start of your jhs together.

you know he's looking at your chest so you tend to pop it out more, and this time, you dont even wear a bra to school just for him.

color definitions

Y/n:Pink

Y/ns inmind: Purple

Heeseung: Blue

Details: Red

this is my very first pov so please don't hate!

Ofcourse, another day of going to your boring ass school your only going to because of heeseung. You guys mostly flirt with each other usually at 3rd period so on but you guys keep it lowkey. You always see heeseung staring at your big boobs starstruck, you thought "why not go to school without my bra this time?" you smirk at yourself. "God Hee I swear if you don't see my fucking tits and fuck me right after school I swear." you whisper under your breath. You finish dressing and head off to your school.

There he is, all in his glory, Kang Heeseung sitting in his desk. when he saw you he immediately saw your bare tits, he smirks. when you walked passed his chair he "accidentally" touched your chest. *come on you could've done better than just touching it Hee.* you said in mind. You sat down taking out your notebook and pen out from your backpack getting ready for first period when Heeseung went to your table leaving a paper at your desk. you opened the paper and it said "Meet me later in the hallway y/n. xoxo-Heeseung. ps. cant wait to touch those bare tits later lol" the note said. You bit your lip trying to hide the smile that was forming on your face. Right after Heeseung sat down he looked and you and winked, meanwhile you winked back. Soon after your guy's professor soon came in and first period begun.

During second and third period you noticed Heeseung constantly looking at you and your breasts, ofcourse, your breasts were so obvious that when you went to the restroom a girl from the same grade but another section offered you a bra, you still took it even though you wouldn't wear it cause it was hard to deny. Even your fourth and last professor noticed but he didn't give much attention. most of y/ns class were consisted of girls that show their tits all the time. But heeseung only had interest looking at me.

Heeseung left during third period, He didn't come back in class after that, our professors were used to heeseung cutting classes so it wasn't new for them to even ask.

•Timeskip

after last period

You can't wait getting out of the classroom excited for what awaited you. *Please fuck me this time hee* you thought in mind while walking in the hallway, expecting it to happen. You we're caught off guard when someone pulled you into an empty room. "Het what the hell!" you say but immediately shut your mouth when you saw who it was. it was Heeseung, shushing you. "Hey Baby, It's just me, quiet love. Or they'll hear us". He cups your chin leaning in for a kiss and you meet his lips halfway, you close your eyes, finally tasting his juicy, soft, glossy lips. You tilt your head sidewards to have a better entrance for his tongue. You slightly open your mouth letting him enter his tongue inside your mouth and explore it. He breaks the kiss but there was still saliva connecting the both of you, which made you open your eyes. "it's not safe here love. let's go to a more private place, shall we?" he said and you nodded.

He dragged you out of the janitor closet leading you to the boys bathroom. *God this is it, I'll finally be squirming on his cock. I bet it's long* you said to yourself daydreaming while he was dragging you. both of you entered the bathroom, Ofcourse there wouldn't be anymore people at this time because all of the students have left the school is most likely closed. He pinned you to the wall getting in-contact the cold cement making your back shiver. "ready to be fucked dumb princess?" He said, you replied "God yes, I've been waiting for this the entire day". you both softly chuckled then he quickly kissed your lips roughly leading down to your neck leaving purple marks, quickly unbuttoning your shirt, letting your big breasts out. "Fuck." He whispered, "I have been eyeing this for forever." "I know cutie" He quickly sucked one and held the other breast. you let out a quiet whine and you closed your eyes making him groan. "God you sound so beautiful baby." He stated, making your walls clench on nothing. "Shit just fuck me already Hee." your said impatiently. "If that's what you say, darling." He quickly took off your skirt and your wet underwear. "Fuck your hella wet" he chuckled. "only for you, Daddy" You winked making him smirk. He took your hand and made you touch his bulge making you gasp. "You feel that baby? That's how hard your making daddy feel." "Awhh is my daddy hard hm?" In urgency you immediately took of his school polo and pants, leaving him in only his underwear. You kneel down, slowly taking off the only thing thats covering him, his cock then sprung out to his chest. *God, He's bigger than I thought.* You thought in mind. His cock was Thiiiiickkkkkk and longgg, the tip was pinkish red and the veins on his cock left pretty details. "Damn can I handle this?" You said. "Definitely darling, You will, trust me." With that you started cat licking the tip of his dick making him groan and throw his head back "Just like that baby, juuust like that, ughmmm" he said, catching his breath. You slowly started sucking him, deeper and deeper each suck, His cock was just halfway when it hit your throat, you used your hand for the remaining part of his cock that you can't take anymore. He used his right hand to touch your hair, gently but slowly tugging it whenever his cock touched the end of your throat. "God baby your mouth feels *groans* so good." He said heavily breathing being drowned in pleasure, your moans and whines were blocked by heeseungs dick. "y/n im about to c-cumm!!" He said in a high pitched tone making you jerk on his cock faster. after a few more throat fucking you felt his hot seed spurt into your throat. "Ahhhhhmm, Fuck."

"swallow my cum for me, whore." Heeseung said in a monotone voice, Making you pussy even wetter when he said it. You were still on your knees kneeling in front of his tall figure. You then swallowed his thick, white cum, licking the excess from your lips, while looking up at him seductively.

"Open up your pretty little mouth baby, let daddy see if you completely swallowed his lovely seed." he kneeled down in front of you with one knee, facing you, palming your cheek then holding your chin. obeying him, You opened your mouth revaeling white bits of cum that was left in your mouth. he then kissed you softly tasting his own cum in your tongue. "Good girl, thats my pretty slut." he then said followed by "My turn to make you feel good, hm?" he said, You couldn't do anything but just nod frantically at him, he then told you to sit down on the floor and told you to spread your legs. You we're now both naked so it was easy for heeseung to quickly touch your clit making you shiver from his warm, slender hands. he then started thrusting quickly two fingers in your cunt not giving you time to adjust from his long fingers "Ahh fuck hee!" you moan out his name making him move his finger faster in a consistent speed. He then leaned on your pussy sucking and licking your clit making you roll back your eyes from the pleasure he's making you feel, "Yeah? you like that baby? *he kisses you clit making you feel even better* you like daddy's fingers pumping into you slut? oh how I've been waiting for this moment. I'll be fucking you so good the only thing you'll be saying for a week is my name." "This pussy deserves to be fucking destroyed by his daddy yeah huh?" he said. "nggghhh yes daddy, yess!!! I'm all yours this pussy these tits are only yours im your dirty nghhhh slut *moan*" your stomach slowly formed a knot signaling your close to your orgasm. He saw you focusing on your orgasm so he went even faster making you make a high pitched moan over and over again. "S-shit Hee I'm cumming I'm cumming!!!!" You whined feeling your orgasm take over. "Yeah baby? Cum, cum on daddy's fingers darling." He didn't stop, His fingers we're still pumping in and out of your whole slowly overstimulating you, "H-hee stop *moan* ah! daddy!!" you were squirting, you were twitching all over forcing his hand to stop but he didn't, he was watching you squirt all over his hand, he was so focused. then there was another knot slowly forming in your stomach, "I'll make you cum over and over again my filthy slut, you made me so fucking hard when I saw those pretty little tits" still pumping his fingers in that same, fast, constant speed. you were in tears from all the pleasure, you were overstimulated moaning his name again and again but he still didn't stop. "Fuck Hee you fuck me so g-goooddd ahhmmm!!" you were still able to make to say that. Which made him go even faster, He looked like he wasn't slowing down. "Fucking cum on my fingers again baby I know you want to cum." He groaned. He then rubbed your clit for a while making you arch you back. "I'm cumming hee!!!!" You said whining, your orgasm this time was even larger than the first orgasm. You were suprised when Heeseung suddenly switched his hand then shoved his tongue in your cunt sucking all the cum you just orgasmed. After that he wiped his face then shoved his fingers in his mouth, not leaving any excess of your juices in his fingers. "you think I'm done with you baby?" He chuckled. You twitched hard when he suddenly rubbed your clit so fast. "nghhh Fuck!" you came again. you had tear droplets falling from your face from the pain and pleasure you were currently experiencing.

"You ready for my dick darling?" You couldn't speak, even if you tried to, you couldn't, all you could do was nod your head up and down. You were drowning in pleasure *I can't handle it anymore I think I'll pass out, shit Hee* you were saying in your head. If only you could actually speak you would've already said it, but you were so fucked up you couldn't. your thoughts were interrupted when Heeseung suddenly shoved his whole dick into you, you were shocked, jaw dropped, rolling your eyes. He groaned "God your pussy is still so damn tight after i finger fucked you?" he chuckled breathlessly. "Fuuuuckmmm" That was all you could say, His cock was banging in your stomach. it was so long you felt it hitting your womb. He then started to go fast again, not giving you time to adjust to his long, thick length, his cock was burning your walls, stretching you crazy, banging your womb. "is my pretty slut is tired already?" he was looking at your emotions while you couldn't even form a single word even in your head but just the name "Kang Heeseung" over and over.

"F-faster ghmnn ugmmmm ah!" That was all you could say giving him the biggest ego boost even pumping into you like he was not even tired, even after he came he was still roughly thrusting into you, all you could do was moan and whine from all the pleasure he was giving you. "This is what you get for being the biggest whore that I ever layed my eyes on." holding your waist with one hand then touching your mound with other. He then kissed you roughly getting you more overstimulated. He then started to rub your clit in circles making a high pitch moan. "Oh fuck!" You moaned. "God baby, so *thrust* fucking *thrust* *groan* tight!". He came after a few more fast thrusts both riding your highs out. You felt his seed enter you womb painting all over your walls.

After•

That went on for god knows how long but they soon ended. both laying down on the cum covered bathroom floor tired. Tho Heeseung was still not over touching your breasts with his one hand and kissing you softly, while you were there, dumb fucked and you don't even know if you can still stand up lol.

"Wish we could do it again Heeseung."

"Oh we will baby, next time I'll make sure you pass out with my dick inside you. *winks*."

#heeseung #for you #enhypen hard hours #obey me smut #obey me

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clemswinecorner-socials · 3 months

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american boy [jc]

! (A/N) reader is around 18 (since Jak is too), implied underage drinking

yourusername

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yourusername shoutout to my cousins for having connections and being the legal adults i had to have with me to travel the world x tagged paris_armstrong, clementnovalak, alice.blows

posted may 3rd, 2023

schoolfriend this looks so fun! so jealous i'm on the other side of the world jamesharvey no thank you for the drinks that you were totally allowed to drink?

yourusername james pls my parents are on this app

paris_armstrong we are absolutely slaying randomfan clem 😭 😭 marcusarmstrong really nice of you to include the cousin that got you these tickets

yourusername i was gonna make another post but if you keep asking you won't be in that one either x

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yourusername in my vroom vroom era with the BEST people in the world (ps please introduce me to some hotties my age as much as I love everyone theyre too old for me x) tagged marcusarmstrong, paris_armstrong, jamesarmstronggg, jamesharveyblair, clementnovalak

posted july 15th, 2023

clementnovalak 🔙🦴! randommafan those armstrong genes are SO good paris_armstrong having the best time with you!! 🩷🩷 bestfriend wish I could've joined :(( next time I am there (this is a threat marcus and friends) marcusarmstrong if you ask James he definitely has the right guy for you @/jamesharveyblair

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yourusername RAAAHHHHH 🦅🦅🦅🦅 tagged alice.blows, jamesharveyblair, clementnovalak, olliebearman and jakcrawford_

posted october 19th, 2023

alice.blows had so much fun!! more girl moments during trips are needed!!

yourusername alice ilysm

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posted october 27th, 2023

randomfan omg the softlaunchhhh miss gurllll jamesharveyblair nice pictures. wonder who that is. bestfriend so cute!!! randomperson i want to be a teenager and be able to go to NY and LA with my bf, teach me your ways pls??? paris_armstrong so pretty!! paris_armstrong also visit me next i miss u

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jakcrawford_ NYC + LA

posted october 30th, 2023

ajakfan looking so cuteeee clementnovalak hope you're having the best time 🔙🦴

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meanwhile on twitter

#jak crawford #f2 x reader #f2 #formula 2 x reader #formula 2 #formula 2 imagine #jak crawford x reader #this account is temporarily back from the dead to upload this draft :)#happy 2024 by the way #see you in another 6 months

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interlunium-opus · 11 months

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►DANCING WITH THE DEVIL #003 [Sunghoon.] — teaser

Previous Parts ‣ #001 | ‣ #002

Abstract: Juxtaposing the way your town was beginning to get a new lease on life after the authorities finally found the culprit behind your town's recent serial killings, your life was fraying at the edges instead as you still had to continue battling your inner demons on the daily – from nightly terrors to random flashes of visions – the latter of which, for mysterious reasons, seemed to only happen when you are face-to-face with Park Sunghoon, the bane of your existence. The more distraught you were over it all, the more convinced you were to get to the bottom of it, even if it means wreaking hell with the bane of your existence and waltzing with him in a game of his own making. You knew you were treading dangerous waters in doing so but you figured, if your days are numbered, then you'd rather go down fighting, dragging him down with you. But with the line between hate and love being thin, someone is bound to slip up soon, thereby threatening to ensnare the both of you deeper into the tangled web that Sunghoon had spun for you in the first place.

Genre: vampire!sunghoon | horror | thriller | fantasy | romance (or is it? 😋)

Status: released >> click me <<

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A/N: hi guys! I'm back. At least it’s not a 1-year wait again this time unlike last time oop- 💀 thank you so much for the love you all showered for Dancing with the Devil. I kid you not ever since Dark Blood concept teasers were released, that series gained a new lease on life, it was so stupefying lol ((unless someone boosted that fic somewhere, I can only think of the latest album casting a long-overdue well-justified spotlight towards vampire!enhypen as it should))

This 3rd chapter is actually quite hard to write. I have tonnes of ideas but once written they become too long, too messy, too arduous and too disjointed that every time I revisit it to continue writing it, I just end up scrapping a huge chunk of it and rehauling it. Eventually, after months of re-writing and after at least rehauling it 20 times (I know I suck), I have finally written about almost ~17k of it and am finally satisfied with how the story is going and flowing for the most part. So all that is left now is to fill in the gaps in each sections, make sure they flow nicely and make sure each section ends in such a way that makes your heart drop. Then of course to proofread it. I can’t promise you a date but rest assured, I won’t vanish on you hahaha maybe by the end of this month? That’s a safe bet. I get antsy if I drag it too long anyway.

Let me just say though, if you love ((tension)) and the hate((-love)) relations between the two in this series – you’ll love this chapter 😉😉 😉 (lol where is this overconfidence coming from, have some shame A.). But yeah, I was sick of how much I was dragging it in the initial drafts so as I rehauled it I was so obsessed in making sure that hey were at each other’s throat in a more love hate way rather than hate hate way. I've also made y/n more feisty and confrontational to ✨stir✨ the tension further. Basically, if you want a hint of what went down, the hint lies in the moodboard above OHOGOOHOHOH

ps. If you’re feeling extra nice and generous, do drop me some kind words about my work in my inbox to get my motivations burning 🔥

#enhypen vampire #enhypen imagines #enhypenwriters #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon imagines #park sunghoon #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon vampire #kpop imagines #sunghoon scenarios #enhypen sunghoon scenarios #kpop scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen x female reader #enhypen vampire au

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can you please do a Lloyd X zielo daughter reader basically the reader is the daughter of zielo and in this zielo is a good guy also zielo is the god of everything Lloyd and the other ninjas don't know because the reader is always in human form and when do they find out simple one day the reader and the other got attached and zielo happened to be walking by and when he see his daughter in danger he immediately saved everyone and of course everyone is shocked including Lloyd that not only is the reader not fully human but is also a demigod (zielo is from the murder of me both the reader and Lloyd are immortal the reader is always in human form because she is nervous of telling the others and this is just pure fluff I hope that this isn't to much)

ooooo, this sounds like a goodie! I do have to do some research but don’t ya worry, I will gladly write this. Thank you lovely person 🫶 ps I also went full out on the fluff near the end and added a bit of angst 💛. Hope you and everyone like it

Btw, most if not all of my oneshots/headcanons are gonna be in 3rd person because I find it easiest to write in. Also, I have a mini game for you while writing a certain section of this I was listening to ‘The night we met’ by Lord Huron have a guess where the lyrics ‘and your eyes were filled with tears, when you had not touched me yet’ inspired a section in the oneshot 💛

༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻ Lloyd Garmadon x Zielo daughter reader

Y/n= your name

f/c= favourite colour

h/c= hair colour

e/c= eye colour

For this reader uses she/her pronouns however you can replace them with whatever pronouns you feel comfortable with. Warning- cursing 💛

btw- this is Zielo (creepyyy fan art.)

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How do you tell someone you’re immortal?, that you’re not a human? That you’re the daughter of a god, of the Zielo making you a demigod. These questions haunted Y/n’s mind daily always having a mental debate with herself about how she should tell her friends, her newfound family, her partner about her heritage. Should she tell them about her heritage? She knew she had to eventually otherwise the dreaded conversation of when can I meet your parents will occur from none other than Lloyd, she had pictured it so many times in her mind that the entire scenario has been imprinted inside of her ranging from awkward side of her having to tell the blonde that she is infact the daughter of a god, to Lloyd being confused and rambling about the situation and then the worst part of it all the judging eyes. The judging eyes of Lloyd staring at her in disappointment about her heritage, I mean her father is a good person he ain’t evil but the bright emerald green eyes judging her every word haunts her in her mind. She felt a pinch being pressed onto her right shoulder causing her to turn her head to look at the culprit and there were the emerald eyes looking right at her.

“hello~” Lloyd sing song out his attempt at bringing Y/n’s attention onto himself.

“Lloyd? Why on earth did you pinch me.” Y/n asked her eyelids blinking slowly at the confused expression beginning to form on her face. “Are you okay?” The blonde questioned his hand slowly moved onto the table and near to Y/n hand “you looked like you were in another realm or something.”

Y/n hummed in response trying to plan out her response in her head she could say ‘oh you know thinking about my dad being a god and that I’m practically a demigod and did I mention to say immortal’ and then Lloyd would say ‘wait what’. But after repeating it in her head a few times she decided she didn’t want to send her beloved blonde boyfriend to an early grave.

“y/n?” Lloyds voice spoke again, a concerned look now appeared on his face.

“sorry, lot on my mind.” Y/n gently smiled, she wasn’t lying when she said there was a lot on her mind she just didn’t specify what exactly.

Lloyd moved his hand to be directly on top of Y/n’s “do you want to say what’s on your mind?”

I’m a fucking demigod, the daughter of Zeilo, immortal and I’m not even fully human she desperately wanted to yell, today had been the hardest in a long while for y/n to keep her heritage under-wraps she wanted so badly to tell someone about herself, about her struggles of fitting in, about everything. But now wasn’t the time.

“I’ll be fine, it’s nothing that I can’t handle.” Y/n declined shaking her head

“you sure?” Lloyd questioned, his grip on y/n’s hand tightened slightly.

“Yes Lloyd, I’m sure.” Y/n grinned showing Lloyd that she was fine (well physically, mentally ummmmm). In an instant her eyes narrowed playfully at Lloyd “you still didn’t tell me why you pinched me.”

“Oh well, um I heard that pinching helps get people out of a daydream.” Lloyd sheepishly answered now regretting his decision to pinch her.

“it hurt.” Y/n complained, she removed her hand from Lloyds grasp.

“Sorry.” Lloyd mumbled, lowering his head slightly in guilt.

“Probably gonna have a bruise there.” She smirked, y/n turned her head away from Lloyd.

“Wait what-“ Lloyd eyes widened in shock, he didn’t pinch her that hard? Did he?

“Yeah, gonna have to say that I got the bruise from the terrifying blonde ninja.” The smirk on Y/n’s face grew as a horrified look grew on Lloyds face.

“Terrifying??” Lloyd questioned

“Yup, and the terrifying blonde ninja is also incredibly gullible.” Y/n sneaked a look at Lloyd from the corner of her eye, he looked like he had seen a ghost.

“I am so sor-” Lloyd sympathetically said, he was about to apologise until he repeated the sentence Y/n had said in his head “wait gullible.”

Y/n couldn’t hold it in anymore and laughed to her heart content, Lloyd held an annoyed expression on his face.

“not funny.” Lloyd deadpanned.

“it was very funny.” Y/n chuckled slowly coming out of her laughing fit, her cheeks burnt bright red from laughing.

“I thought I hurt you.” He sulked as colour finally returned back to his face.

“From a pinch?” Y/n questioned

“yes!” Lloyd exclaimed his arms raised to show his point.

“Sorry, sorry. Couldn’t help it.” She giggled placing an apologetic hand onto Lloyds shoulder

Before Lloyd could think of a snappy come back to say and to get revenge on his h/c girlfriend for making him think he had hurt her, however Jay ran into the room in a panic.

“Ultraviolet escaped she’s been spotted near Borg tour!” Jay yelled, entering the room he stopped himself midway into the room and took a slow look between Lloyd and Y/n “have I interrupted something?”

Lloyd replied with a “yes” while Y/n said “no” both looking at each-other in confusion, until they recalled what Jay had screamed. “Ultraviolet escaped!” Lloyd exclaimed, he rose up from his seat in a shock already pulling his green GI mask over his head.

“everyone’s wanting on the bounty, Pixel will fill us in on the way there.” Jay explained rushing out of the room and towards the bounty parked outside the monastery.

“guess our little ‘debate’ will have to wait.” Y/n smirked grabbing her f/c GI mask from the table and standing up from the chair.

“oh believe me, I’ll think of something on the fly.” Lloyd replied his voice slightly mumbled from the mask, he grabbed y/n’s hand and rushed with her behind him to the bounty both mentally preparing to fight ultraviolet once again.

Yet, in the back of y/n’s mind she had the sudden sense that something was going to go terribly awry. ༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻༻

Y/n was right, and she wished she wasn’t. When her and the ninja team arrived it appeared that ultraviolet was expecting them and ambushed them, it was no wonder why people called her crazy. She was crazy enough to go against eight ninjas and so far ultraviolet was winning. Everyone was getting tired, bruised and beat by some miracle ultraviolet had gotten stronger, faster and crazier. Y/n was on the ground her lungs breathing heavily attempting to regain her breathe, her nose was bleeding and she was barely able to remain conscious. This was certainly the opposite of winning. Looking around at each of the ninjas all of them desperately trying to remain focused on the fight at hand and not to fall on the ground out of exhaustion and pain, the fight was far from over that’s what Y/n was thinking and was about to stand up once more regaining her composure to enter the fight once more when a flash of light appeared infront of everyone. A figure stood in the place of where the flash of light had landed, the figure didn’t look human they had skin as pale as snow, long and sharp fangs were seeping from their mouth and their almost black eyes were staring daggers their eyes going from ultraviolet to the ninjas and finally to y/n. Her eyes widened at the realistic of who this figure was, it was Zielo, it was a god, it was her father. Once Zielo eyes reached his daughters they immediately went darker.

“which one of you hurt my daughter.” Zielo threatened his eyes scanning the room at everyone nearby.

Y/n quietly moved her eyes from the ninjas and to ultraviolet hoping her father noticed her gaze and would send all of his fury to ultraviolet and not to her friends. Luckily he did, his head quickly turned towards Ultraviolet her eyes dilating realising the sudden danger she was now in.

“I-I- should g-g-go!” Ultraviolet stammered out, her gaze fixing to the opposite side of the street “I-I-I- h-have to uh feed my spider, yes! S-s-spider.”

Ultraviolet turned around and began legging it out of the street, the moment she had disappeared Zielo lifted his hand up and snapped his fingers. The sound of ultraviolet confused and scared screams was heard in the distance. Silence filled the room once the scream had fully disappeared.

“is she?” Jay stuttered he subconsciously took a step away from the terrifying being standing in-front of them.

“course not, just sent her back to where she came from.” Zielo replied, his dark eyes surveyed the room until landing on the nervous face of his daughter one last time. Internally Y/n was hoping her dad wouldn’t utter a word and would simply vanish after he saved both her and her friends, a smile erupted onto Zielo’s face when he saw Y/n “Y/n! Are you okay, who am I kidding your whole face is bleeding. What do you need? A tissue, some food, a hug~”

Y/n blinked slowly at her father, he had called her out. Her own father had called her out. She could just ignore his statement and act confused as to how this very strange man had known her name, yet she didn’t. Not really.

“yes I am fine, uh random god who is definitely not my dad.” Y/n mentally face palmed, she had done the exact opposite of what she was supposed to say.

“Wait dad!” Kai exclaimed looking at Y/n and Zielo trying to find some similarities between them, now he could see it. He could see the resemblance.

“no- yes.” Y/n lowered her head in shame her eyes lingered at the ninjas and their shocked faces before sighing “everyone met my dad Zielo, the god of everything.” Her voice lowered near the end of her sentence hoping her friends wouldn’t hear her. They did, Y/n secret was finally out.

“Did I hear you correctly? The god Zielo is your father meaning you’d be a demigod?” Zane inquired his head titled in question wanting to understand more about the situation. Before Y/n could reply Cole intervened “but why doesn’t y/n look like him, you know with the teeth and the um other things.”

“good question.” Nya whispered leaning into Cole

Y/n inhaled deeply mentally trying to figure out her wording on what she’s about to say, it wasn’t the exact words she was hoping for. It was the exact opposite, it was similar to the words she had in her head from nearly an hour ago.

“you know my dad the god of everything as you now know and I’m practically a demigod oh and did I mention to say immortal” Y/n rambled, her arms went into every which way exaggerating her point.

Zielo faced his daughter with a confused look on his inhuman face.

“didn’t you tell them?” He questioned causing Y/n to rapidly turn her head towards him.

“not really a conversation I wanted to use as an introduction to my friends and boyfriend!” Y/n snapped “yEaH iM tHe DaUgHtEr Of ZiElO lOvElY tO mEeT yOu.”

“Being on earth has made you so much more sassier than before.” Zielo mumbled incoherently.

“You aren’t human.” Lloyd finally spoke, he had kept quiet during the whole interaction and now he wanted clarification on what Y/n is supposedly saying. Y/n grimaced slight as she was reminded that Lloyd had found out then and there that she wasn’t like the rest of them.

Y/n nods her head “surprise.” She tried to smile to try and distinguish the situation her dad had gotten her into (even though she was grateful he had saved both herself and her friends). Instead of the judging eyes y/n had feared to be on Lloyds face when he would eventually found out the truth a warm and loving smile began to grow on his face.

“oh my masters that why you were distracted you were thinking about this.” Lloyd said in a relieved tone his head moved to look up, the smile still remained on his face.

“Wait what” Y/n raised an eyebrow at her blonde boyfriend internally questioning why he was happy about her heritage, she thought Lloyd would’ve been the one to say wait what.

“Do you two need a moment?” Kai questioned his eye scanning the room.

Before Lloyd or Y/n could reply, Pixel did “I think we should.”

“right, come on scary powerful god of everything let’s show you round the greatest flying ship of all time.” Jay announced, he was about to grab onto Zielo’s arm and drag him away but he thought better of it. He didn’t want to upset the being that could destroy him in an instant.

“yup! Let’s go!” The ninjas apart from Y/n and Lloyd all awkwardly side stepped out of the street with Zielo shuffling behind them glancing at the weird antics of the supposed mature and respectful ninja.

Y/n blinked slowly when the ninjas left he eyes were no longer on Lloyd.

“look Lloyd, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner about my heritage I thought you’d be disappointed that I’m not you know entirely human and that I’m a Demi god. Which isn’t a bad thing cause you know I’m immortal I’ll practically never die, and since you’re a Oni AND a dragon then you probably cannot die either so basically this is like a win, win situation.” Y/n explained her eyes never once landing on Lloyd, however his eyes were on her. Y/n’s eyes finally landed on Lloyd “why are you looking at me like that, I know it’s difficult for you to process this. It’s difficult for me to process that now you know something I should have told you a long while ago. Lloyd, stop staring at me and talk.”

Lloyd slowly stepped forward, the smile present on his face yet more loving as if he had fallen in-love with y/n all over again and in some way he had. He fell in-love with a side of her he had never seen before. Still Lloyd didn’t speak, he didn’t utter a word to Y/n.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, you should be upset at me, angry, disappointed, possibly disgusted. Why aren’t you doing-“ Y/n was cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her into their embrace. Lloyd was hugging her.

Silence surrounded them, not one of them muttered a single sound as they both enjoyed being in each others comforting embrace.

“I’m not alone.” Lloyds voice mumbled into Y/n’s h/c hair.

“what?” She whispered wanting to hear what he had said.

Lloyd chuckled under his breathe it was then Y/n realised he was crying. She lifted her head up to look at him, tears ran down his face.

“I’m not alone.” Lloyd whispered repeating what he had said a bright tearful grin on his face.

“You’ve never been alone.” Y/n reassured, uncertain why Lloyd was getting emotional. Was it because he was so upset about her heritage.

Lloyd shakes his head the tears continued to flow “I get to spend every day of my life with you. I don’t have to worry about you dying of old age or leaving me, you’ll always be by my side.”

Tears slowly made their way to Y/n’s e/c eyes as she realised what Lloyd had known.

They weren’t going to leave. They weren’t going to die.

They were going to live out the rest of their immortal lives together

#lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago x reader #emichen

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