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grogusmum · 2 years

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A Galaxy Far Far Away Part 9 : Tannenbaum

DIN DJARIN X EARTHING!F!READER

WORD COUNT: 4600ish

RATED: M

WARNINGS: while I do my best to keep my reader characters nondescript physically, there is some description here (stretch marks) I hope they are things you can relate to or imagine are a part of you within the context of the story. Also, Din picks you up. It's not meant to be thin coding at all, because he can. He picks up that Klatooinian with one hand in TBoBF. So its canon. Enjoy! While about Yule (winter solstice) Christmas and Christmas traditions mentioned. Grogu being adorable. Din being soft. Sexual situations, sexy times -kissing, taking off each others clothes kissing torsos, described though not explicitly fades to black.

A/N: @clydesducktape had suggested a Christmas in July writer's challenge- to finish up some December prompt wips etc. Well I really did want to do a chapter or 2 with Yule, plus some sweet readers had shared their hope for it to be included after reading the Halloween chapters as well. And the challenge afforded me a little push.

Anyway here I am July 31... long ago as a performer, I learned never to apologize for my work. But I feel like I need to here. I hope you enjoy this little slice of winter festivities. There maybe more in part 10, idk... This took me the entire month to write. It wasn't clicking for me. With some cheering on from @writeforfandoms I was finally able to finish. We will see...

On the plus side, the holiday spirit, whatever the holiday, seems helps move our pair's relationship along. (Who knows what will happen on Arbor Day!!)

Oh a little Ask Grogu easter egg can be found in the chapter.

Part 1

Part 8

The song O Tannenbaum is translated from the German to O Christmas Tree, though Tannenbaum simply means fir or pine tree. In actuality, it is one of the few carols that has gone mostly unchanged from its pagan origins.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

How faithfully you blossom!

Through summer’s heat and winter’s chill

Your leaves are green and blooming still.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

How faithfully you blossom!

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

With what delight I see you!

When winter days are dark and drear

You bring us hope for all the year.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

With what delight I see you!

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

You bear a joyful message:

That faith and hope shall ever bloom

To bring us light in winter’s gloom.

O Tannenbaum, O Tannenbaum,

You bear a joyful message

You woke early on December the first, with visions of sugarplums dancing in your head and the skating theme from Charlie Brown Christmas was on a loop. Determined to go all out, you would bake all of Nana’s Christmas cookies, decorate inside and out, make bird seed ornaments for the little pine tree outside, and go to a tree farm and cut your own tree. You didn't think you could get Din to sing, but you knew he would go caroling with you, if you suggested it. Just as you had so enjoyed sharing Halloween and Samhain with Din and Grogu, you were bursting to share another favorite holiday that had become very lonely to you in recent years.

Quietly you made your way up to the attic to bring down decorations, thinking maybe you would be able to get a start and surprise the little family you were becoming. You pulled three large boxes out of the corner of the open space, when you turned around there was Grogu looking at the boxes and you with interest. You jumped a mile high, he had been so quiet.

“Shhhi- Grogu! Hey, jellybean,” you picked him up, “and I thought I was being so sneaky. There is no surprising you, is there?”

You thought about that for a moment standing in the middle of your attic, the baby in your arms… was it part of the powers Din had so much trouble explaining to you?

“Well, anyway, good morning, little guy. I have to bring these boxes down, can you get down the steps on your own?”

“Can I help?”

Din made his way up Seamus, trailing behind. You laughed and shook your head.

“Yes, please. I was planning to - well it doesn’t matter. I need to bring these boxes down.” You put Grogu on the floor, and he toddled over to Seamus. Din picked up two of the large totes with ease, you picked up the last one and headed downstairs, Grogu and Seamus following.

"What is all this, anyway?"

"Well, did you notice how after our fall feast suddenly all the stores were covered in green and red and garland… um, silvery fluffy ropes?”

“Yes.”

“There is another big holiday, actually several of them coming up this month. Though one tends to dominate…” you begin your muttering, and Din and Grogu looked at each other with fondness.

“Far be it from me to be a Grinch but ‘Big Christmas’ shoves everything else out- when it steals pretty much eve-” you look at them and grimace. “Sorry, okay so there are a bunch of holidays all around this time.They have their own histories and stories… but what they have in common is bringing light during the darkest time of the year.”

“That sounds nice. So Halloween, well, Samhain was the last harvest and celebrated the dark,” Din said as he picked up Grogu who was chattering and touching Din's face. "Yes, buddy your right- and put on disguises to get candy."

“Yes. Well, sort of and Yule is the midpoint… the winter solstice.”

Din made a sound of acknowledgment and nodded.

“Do you celebrate the solstices too? That’s a dumb question… makes sense it would be universal in some form…"

“Yeah, different systems and planets do. Coruscant has a big celebration, they call Solstice Tide.”

Grogu cooed and gestured excitedly.

“Yeah kid, you would know Solstice Tide, wouldn't you? When you were at the Jedi Temple.”

Grogu nodded. You took his little hand in yours.

“A long time ago, Earthlings didn't know why it was getting darker, why it was going colder and the plants were dying, or why animals were harder to come by. They thought the world was dying. Even when they came to understand it would return they were scared, they didn't think there were any guarantees. After all, winter could kill you. You couldn't turn on a lamp or turn up the heat… go to the grocery if you ran out of food. They prayed to the gods the sun would return and with it longer and warmer days. So when it did, they celebrated and gave thanks. Even as they started to understand more about how the sun, moon, and planets worked they marked the days with revels. And we still do. Sure some have changed the name or the reason, but we still celebrate the promise of the sun's return. So Grogu, we get to celebrate Solstice Tide! I don’t know that it will be just like how you remember it, but I think you’ll like it!”

Soon Juniper Cottage was alive with activity. Faerie lights were strung on the bare lilac tree beside the old green front door that had a wreath of holly hung with a large red ribbon on it. The windows were bejeweled with folded kite paper stars, suns, and snowflakes, you, Din, and Grogu made one particularly snowy day. The snow came down so heavy and prolonged that you were able to get 4 varieties of cookie dough made.

“Not you too!” You moaned, two weeks into the month, as you spooned oatmeal into three bowls.

“I like Junebug,” Din said taking his bowl with a quiet thank you. Grogu smiled toothily as his bowl was set before him.

“I thought you had forgotten all about that.”

“You do know Dave calls you nothing else? The kid likes it too. Right, buddy?” Grogu laughed and waved his spoon.

“That proves nothing, he loves maple oatmeal. Don’t you sweetie?”

Din chuckled.

“I won't call you Junebug if you don't want me to, cyar’ika.”

You smile, shaking your head.

“It's okay,” you conceded before switching subjects, "but let's move on to more important things. It’s time to bring home the tree!”

Again, Din and Grogu looked at each other.

Just as you all climbed into your car to pick pumpkins right from the field, this time to get the tree. Din strapped Grogu in his car seat and you opened the other back seat door for Seamus. When Din straightened you tossed the keys. He caught them, with a look of surprise.

“You've been practicing with Dave’s jeep, and since you recite all the rules of the road as I drive, I'm thinking you got this.”

Din smiled his dimple showing and jogged around the car to the driver's side.

“Just stay under the speed limit, Din, we can not get pulled over.”

“Got it.”

Din adjusted the mirrors and smiled at you again. You leaned over and gave him a peck on the little bare spot in his scruff. Din looked at you shyly, his smile turning lopsided. He was still adjusting to life without his helmet, still getting used to this kind of casual affection. You gave it so easily, and he wanted to learn it from you. The ways you made him feel... if he could make you feel half as appreciated, as cherished as you made him feel... You looked at him as though he was responsible for the waxing and waning of the moon, but Din was sure it was you. Your love and care for Grogu, like he was your own, tugged at his heart.

Many nights now, you share a bed, but so far only to sleep. He wanted more, he was sure he could feel you did too. He wasn’t sure what was holding either of you up.

“Ready?”

Din was brought back to the task at hand, but before he put the car in reverse he took your hand and squeezed it.

“Yeah.”

It really could not have been a better afternoon, it was cold but not biting, there was snow, but none on the roads. Din parked, shut off the engine, and looked over at Grogu who clapped and babbled happily to Seamus, very proud of his dad’s driving. Din handed you the keys and you pushed them back with a small smile.

Everyone clambered out of the car, you got Seamus on leash, while Din placed Grogu in a front carrier on his chest. Din arranged his coat so it didn’t completely cover Grogu. He wore the wool hat you had knitted with ears with the hope people would just think it was a cute novelty hat, that way Grogu could be out in the open to a degree. Din would have preferred his little one to be facing out so he can see everything with ease, but this was safest. So Din murmured to Grogu and encouraged him to peek over his shoulder or beside them, he’d turn sideways to help Grogu see. Whether the strings of lights, the decorations on a snowy tree, or the jolly man in red with a large white beard, ho-ho-hoing and taking pictures with the other children. (You had read Grogu a poem about the gift-giving old man at bedtime just the other night.) All of it made Grogu's eyes widen in wonder.

Just like the day at the pumpkin field, it was bustling with folks from town. This time around they were familiar to Din too, though now they could see his face as well. He occasionally took a breath and reminded himself to relax his shoulders. He was getting used to being without his helmet, but he had yet to be in large groups. He had been with the Dades or some other neighbors he worked for, even at the grocery you tended to pick off hours so it was quiet. You assured him it was as much for you as it was for him. Saying you hated going when it was busy. He appreciated it nonetheless. He knew he would never be like the unreadable black t visor, but he has discovered he doesn't have what you call much of a poker face at all, only now learning to marshall his expressions.

People were waving at one another happily, just as before, enjoying the company and festive atmosphere.

“You alright?” you asked hooking your arm in his. Din held on, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah, just practicing my um poker face.”

You laughed, and he smiled down at you. He will always love hearing you laugh and it made him swell when he is the one to make you do so.

You pulled him down a path between the fir trees, and when you were out of the hustle-bustle you pulled Din to you and kissed him. When Grogu squawked, you laughed again and kissed his head.

“Sorry, Jellybean.” You began unclipping the carrier so Grogu could walk around and see the trees.

“So what do we do?” Dins asked looking around.

“We pick a tree, cut it down bring it to the guy and pay for it. Easy Peasy”

“Easy peasy,” Din repeated looking around. “Well, there are so many, how do you pick”

“Well, there are different types, Fraser, Douglas, Spruce, Balsam, White Pine…and heights… and then there is the magic factor. You just know its right”

The snow crunched under your boots as you walked down the row, you told him you usually got a pretty tall tree, the ceilings were high at the cottage, and you liked to cut the extra lower branches for decorating the mantel and other things. You explained you weren’t a spruce girl, you preferred Fraser Fir and Balsams. Balsam smelled the best, but their needles fell fast. As you explained this you touched the trees as you passed them, just your hand out brushing them, sometimes giving the tip of the branch a squeeze as though you were closing it around an outstretched hand.

“So, how do you decide?”

“The Balsam/Fraser conundrum? Generally, I hem and haw about it, pick a different one each year, love it but wonder if I should have gotten the other, just a little. Then feel a little guilty. It’s not a perfect system. Since we have a little one, maybe we don’t want to have to sweep up needles constantly… so we’ll go with a Fraser this year.”

Din smiled and shook his head a little. You have really gotten inside, and there was nothing he could do about it. And truth be told, he didn’t want to do a single thing about it. You were adorable, and he knew it. He adored you.

You said, we have a little one.

You hoped all this wasn't too overwhelming for Din, all the people, your meandering way about, well, almost everything. You worked to not chase every rabbit down its hole. You knew he didn’t mind, but he was so… economical in his communication, that you felt flightier than ever sometimes. Of course, these days whenever you apologized he kiss your nose and told you it was fine.

Grogu made little tracks in the snow leading the way, Seamus dutifully by his side, to a tall Fraser, it was quite straight and full. He ducked under it, and Seamus sat looking at you. You could hear the little one babbling, little happy patos, and mrapps. You smiled.

“It’s perfect, Grogu.” you exclaimed walking around it, then added in mock suspicion, “have you done this before?”

You ducked your head under to look at him solemnly, “would you ask the tree if it is okay for us to bring it home? It’s alright if we have to continue looking”

Grogu smiled and looked seriously at the tree, placing his small hands on the trunk, he closed his eyes, and his ears lowered in concentration. Then his ears popped to attention and he nodded and cooed in the affirmative. You smiled back.

“Excellent! Please tell the tree to send its spirit down into the earth so we may cut it.” You then took one of the branches in your hand like before, “Thank you for becoming part of our midwinter celebrations.” You pulled some fertilizer sticks from your coat pocket and handed one to Din and one to Grogu and showed them how you tucked into the cold ground the best you could. Your boys followed suit. With that, you held up the bowsaw to Din, “Would you like the honors?”

Din knelt, scooped Grogu who had started climbing the lower branches, handed him to you, then started to draw the saw back and forth.

“Well, we’ll have to watch out for that!” You laughed.

You and Din dragged the tree to the farmer's son, he took your money and pocketed it, and offered to take it to the car so you may enjoy some cocoa in the warming house. You told him which car was yours and he started the short trek to the parking lot, while you, Din, Grogu, who was back in his carrier, and Seamus went to the warming house, it smelled of cookies and cocoa and evergreen. String lights hung from the rough-hewn beams over your head. Just as you made your way to the woodstove someone called your name cheerily-

“You’re under the mistletoe!”

You looked up and yes, you indeed were under a large lovely sprig. Din looked up nonplussed.

“Kiss her!” said the same someone, who turned out to be Jakob, Pansy’s husband. Din looked at you with a small smile. You smiled back, murmuring a short explanation of the tradition, and then gave yourself an internal pat on the back for its brevity- which had become a little tradition of your own.

“Well, if I must,” Din winked and mindful of Grogu joined you under the mistletoe, holding you close. He tipped your chin gently up and brought his pillowed lips to yours. It was warm and wanting but chaste in front of an audience, and when the cheers filled the space you both smiled mid-kiss.

Both your faces warmed at the reception, Din’s ears reddening with a dusting of color in his cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold. He looked down into your eyes, which he noted were twinkling.

After hot chocolate, a spice cookie (two for Grogu, for he had levitated one while no one was looking), a biscuit for Seamus, and some cheerful conversation, you bid farewell to everyone and made your way back to the car. It had started to snow gently as you piled into the car.

You listened to carols and holiday music in the car and before you knew it you were untying the tree and bringing it into the house.

After the lights and decorating the tree, you sat, the lot of you, Seamus leaning on Din, Grogu leaning on Tabitha, and Willow in your lap. All on the floor, just looking at the tree. With the living room lights off, the space illuminated only by the twinkling lights on the tree and the flickering glow from the fireplace. The only sound was the crackling fire and the cats purring. Your heart swelled at the thoughts of Grogu’s awe at the shiny balls. His big eyes turned to saucers. (Din made some very clear rules about the glass baubles)

The moment was broken when Grogu suddenly decided it was time to climb the tree again. You and Din exchanged lighthearted grimaces at his speed.

“Oh boy,” you said as you scooped him in your arms. “Okay, bub, another rule about the tree, no climbing.” You turned to the cats, “I am talking to you two too.” You pointed at them sternly, Willow just yawned and Tabitha blinked at you then walked away. Grogu laughed and held onto your shirt, he appreciated the rule including all parties.

“Here let me show you something. Din, you too.” you sat with your back to the tree, and Din raised an eyebrow. You laid back on the wood floor and pushed yourself with your feet like a mechanic going under a car, so your head is under the tree. Taking Grogu off your chest you placed him down on his back next to you. Again his eyes grew and he cooed in awe.

Din smiled and ducked under to lay beside you, as he looked up into the tree at this new angle, you wordlessly took his hand as you looked up at the faerie lights, the tiny animals of wood and felt, the shiny baubles and feathery limbs hanging above.

Quietly you began to hum, murmuring the words to O Tannenbaum.

Grogu was asleep before the last stanza. Din gave your hand loving squeeze and picked up his snoozing son to bring him to his room. You were still under the tree when he returned. He took a moment to just look at you before he clambered back under it.

Din was very aware of his immediate attraction to you, found himself very quickly wanting to protect you. You were so bright, beautiful, caring, selfless, and stronger than you knew. The times he got to hold you, he never wanted to let go. They say revelation is not a burning bush, big and flashy. But comes to you in a chink of sunlight, seen from the corner of your eye or within the space between heartbeats.

It happened that moment in bed, Din holding you while you held Grogu. He even had admitted it to Dave. And again, here with you on the floor, looking up into the tree.

The revelation… became words, between heartbeats, I love you. Beat. I love you. Beat. I love you.

“Hi.”

“Hey there, it’s been a long day. You’re not ready to turn in?”

Din brought his arm under your head, you rested it there a moment. The two of you just looked at each other in the warm glow, shadows of branches crisscrossing your faces.

“Nope.” He tightened his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. His mouth found yours. It began as sort of giggly kisses, just playing a little. You rolled onto your side and raked your fingers in Din's curls, they were getting long, having not cut his hair since Navarro. Then you closed your fingers in them giving a little pull, lighting him up like the tree above your heads, he gave something between a hum and growl and nixed any and all plans to cut his hair anytime soon.

Suddenly Din pulled you out from under the tree and took the upper hand. You cried out laughing as he caged you under him. He looked at you for a moment, the tiny lights still reflected in your eyes.

Din's head came down again and captured your lips in a deeper kiss. His leg across yours. The warmth rolling through your pelvis made you wanted to open them, invite him to slot himself between them… as if he could read your mind, his foot nudged them, separating your calves. The muscles in your legs twitched as pleasure centers lit up. You opened for him and Din wasted no time positioning himself fully over you, nestled between your thighs his hands on either side of your head. He gently turned your face and brought his lips to the place he knew pulled the sweetest little sounds from you, below your ear. He decided to give an experimental suckle and was rewarded with a little gasp, your hips gave an involuntary buck. When you opened your eyes again, his brown eyes were on you soft, his brows perched with a question. A hand came up and traced your jawline. You put your hand gently over his and pressed your cheek into his hand.

“What is it, Din?”

“I- well, I hoped- I wondered if I might join you in your room. If you want-”

“Din," you smiled. "I most definitely want.”

“You do?”

“I do, I have wanted-”

“Me too.”

“Tell me,” you whispered.

“I want,” Din’s voice dropped lower.

You shivered at the words, at his voice. Din stood, pulling you with him.

Then without warning Din picked you up, arm under your knees.

You gave the smallest of yips in surprise, and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Din, you- I- please don't hurt yourself!”

“I've lifted klatooinians, I can most certainly carry my cyar’ika.”

In a voice meant only for responding to the most romantic of statements, "I don't know what a 'klatoonin' is, but um thank you for not calling me Junebug just now.”

Din laughed and came in for a kiss, as he carried you down the hall to your room.

You knelt on the bed in front of him, the height of it gives you a few more inches, you looked at Din from this new vantage point. His patchy scruff, the dimple that was teasing, his curling hair. Putting your hands under the hem of his oatmeal Henley, you ran your palms up his body bringing the shirt up with them. When it came over his head it mussed that rich brown hair. You smiled. You looked at his shoulders and chest in the low light, while the beskar had protected him well, you could see many scars, perhaps from places it doesn't cover, where he only had the heavyweight canvas flight suit for protection. You leaned in and gently kissed one that sat outside what would be the safety of his pauldron, and then another, you lips meeting his warming body, you looked up at him, Din hooded eyes shined a little as he looked down at you his Adam's apple bobbed with a swallow.

“Is this okay,” you asked.

He nodded

You mapped his wounds, stopping at each to give it singular attention. When you got to his hip bone he gave a small strangled moan and pulled you up to him.

"I'm going to kiss them all,” you told him, cupping his cheek.

“I know you will.”

He looked into your eyes then down at the flannel pajama shirt you were wearing, unicorns with winter scarves and hats this time, and his hands came up to the first button, sliding it back through the hole and down to the next, and the next, this was when he stopped and looked into your face searching for silent permission. You smiled again, a silent yes. And he opened your top like he is carefully opening a gift from under the tree, that he knew was fragile. You shivered, and unbuttoned the last two buttons as he looked at your bare shoulders and chest. He pressed his plush lips into the juncture of your shoulder and neck, then trailed downward, you arch into his kisses. It's been so long, his lips leave tingling heat wherever they touched. Your pajama bottoms were slung low, showing your belly, long silver lines stretching over it left over from carrying Fiona. As he got closer you were momentarily self conscious, Din looked at them reverently tracing them gently and laid you back on the pillows so he may have access. His kisses, feather light on them. When he’d kissed each one his mouth traveled back up your torso, to the valley between your breasts. Your breath continued to quicken. When he took one into his warm mouth, your breath caught.

“Is this alright?” Din checked in as his heart hammered.

Din's experience has generally been focused on the endgame of release, there was little intimacy, and kissing was still brand new territory. When he had told you this, you laughed lovingly, telling him he was a quick study.

“Yes, it’s more than alright.”

It was still dark, feet tangled together, this time in rag wool socks. Sexy or no, it was winter in the foothills of a small northern town. The dim clock read 3 a.m.

“Are you awake?”

“Yeah.”

“That was-”

“Yeah.”

“Din?”

“Yeah.”

“I am really glad we are anatomically compatible.”

You thought for a moment you stepped into too weird an area because Din was silent, then the bed started to shake from his silent laughter, and it didn't subside before-

“Me too, Mesh'la,” he sighed. “Me too.”

“I'm sure we would have made it work, but, this was…” you turned and as there is no moon out you couldn't see, so your kiss lands on the corner of his mouth.

“How do you say I love you in mando'a?” You stilled, shocked at your own boldness.

But the tightening of Din's arms told you you're fine, more than fine. You felt his smile on your cheek.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, it translates to 'I will know you forever'."

"nee kar-" you test it on your tongue, "tile garh- "

"-darasuum." Din said again.

"dahrah-soom?"

"Dah RAH soom."

"nee kar-TILE garh dah-RAH-soom," you said

"Yes. Yes, cyar." Din kissed your forehead, then placed his forehead there.

“I will know you forever. I love you.” After a beat, “Junebug.”

You could feel him smirk. And you laughed against your will.

“Do you really not like Junebug?”

“No, I do… I've just always associate it with being little I guess…” grown-ups only ever called me that. Bev and Dave still do, they are allowed.

Din chuckled, “so am I allowed? Sometimes?”

“Yyyyeah.” You said in mock annoyance.

"What is a Junebug anyway?"

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This was my first ever request! Thanks @niallhprincess :) I hope you like it!

Description: Fluff, FLUFF so much FLUFF 1009 words Warnings: kissing? might curse one time Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader **********************************

“Babe, what time are you working today?” Owen asked from the kitchen sink.

“2, why?” “I have to hop on Instagram and go live with Mads at like noon, so how about we order lunch from somewhere before I drop you off?” “Sounds good!”

Owen’s apartment was only about 15 minutes from work and since I spent the night here I just kept one work shirt in the bottom of his drawers so I don’t have to leave him early.

We both went about our morning, me trying to learn Tik Tok dances and songs from the new Tik Tok musical, and him working and actually being productive.

His phone alarm went off at 11:45am reminding him to call Madison before the live to make sure they were still good to go and knew what she wanted him to talk about.

After he was off the phone, I asked if he needed help setting up.

“I got it, y/n. Can you turn the speaker off? Mads can’t ‘save the live’ with music playing in the background.” He rolled his eyes as he said “save the live stream” because of everyone telling him to save a live stream a few months ago. Owen claimed he understood and was just being funny, but I know he had no clue.

“You got it, boss.” “Quick,” he said, tossing his phone to me, “order us something for lunch so it’s here when I’m done and we can eat together.” “What are you in the mood for?” “I could go for Mexican, but I’ll take anything really…”

I called up our favorite Mexican place and ordered what we always get, plus a side of chips and queso.

“I have to go pick it up, the delivery wait was 90 minutes.” “Driving or walking?” “I’ll just walk, O. I hate getting your truck out of the garage.” “Be careful. Text me if you need me. I’ll have my phone near me while I’m on.”

It’s a good thing Madi was always late starting her live streams, but not good for our lunch plans.

I logged onto the stream for a little bit from across the room and left comments innocently since no one knows who I am. It’s fun getting to see his expression when my name pops up on his screen and I’m leaving comments that blend in with all the fans. Then I got the text that our food was done and stole one of Owen’s hats on the way out the door.

I grabbed our food and while I was walking back to the apartment I got the text that I wasn’t needed at work today, our toilet exploded or something, so everyone got sent home. Not that I was complaining, it just meant I got to spend another night at Owen’s.

I snuck into the apartment quietly when I heard him still talking to Madi. The stream ran really long today, wow.

“Hi,” I whispered. I could hear that they were wrapping up so I thought about a Tik Tok I had seen earlier and thought it would be funny to do now.

I slowly sat on the couch next to Owen, as he shot me daggers with his eyes that he was still on the phone. Madi was saying goodbye and fans were starting to ask for Jere, so I knew he was almost done.

“I know, I know,” I mouthed, as I slid myself over and threw one leg over his lap. Carefully, I ducked my head under the view of the phone and grabbed on to his waist in a giant hug.

“So fun, Mads. See you next time. Don’t let Charlie beat me!” Owen said and then he leaned up, with me still in his lap, and left the live stream.

“Y/n, what the heck…” He was faking being upset with me, and I could tell because he buried his head in my hair, making the hug tighter. “I was sneaky, don’t worry. If they saw me, just say it was Bindi.” “You like driving me crazy,” he said with a laugh, “Sorry I was working for so long today. Tomorrow I am all yours. No work for either of us.” “About work… they don’t need me today. Everyone got sent home because a pipe burst in the bathroom lol.”

Owen sat up after that comment and was acting like an excited kid. “So what you’re telling me, I owe this hug to poop and a toilet.” “Yes, you could say that.” “God, I’ve never loved shit so much.” With that, we were hysterically laughing and making out on the couch before his stomach growled and he remembered I brought food home.

“Since we have the rest of the day, can we eat and then do whatever…” “Ugh, I guess,” I said fake rolling my eyes at him.

We sat at the table and showed each other funny Tik Toks back and forth, he showed me a recording for a cover he wants to post soon and told me about a collaboration he’s working on with Charlie for a charity fundraiser and giveaway, while we ate.

“OPJ, you always surprise me.” “Why the ‘OPJ’? Who are you? Kenny?” “I don’t think Kenny would do what we just did on the couch…” “Yeah, what were we doing? Wanna remind me?” Owen said as I got up to throw our trash out. “I could… but you have to ask for it.” As I turned to walk past him and over to the couch, Owen lightly slapped my ass and now we were chasing each other around the apartment. “You’re going to pay for that Joyner!” I was laughing and yelling, and definitely more out of breath than he was from running around. “HUG ME, BROTHER!” Owen yelled as we both collapsed from our chase. “A Drake & Josh reference? Really? You expect a kiss after that?”

Owen picked me up and put me back on his lap facing him, exactly like before, and we were happy and content in each other’s arms.

“You love me, y/n.” “Yeah, you’re okay, I guess..” I said as I kissed him sweetly.

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mymind--themess · 5 years

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Sugarbean -- Chapter One

It had been a week since your meeting with Ashe, and you still couldn’t get her out of your head. Work for you had been rather slow this past week due to two of your usual clients being either incarcerated or dead, and you were back up north, residing in New York state once more. You lived in a fairly large city; It wasn’t New York City, but it was second in size -- Buffalo, New York. It might as well have been NYC considering the hustle and bustle of the two cities were quite alike, as were the crime rates. Currently, you were nestled by the fireplace in your small apartment, lounging casually. Sure, you could definitely afford a mansion with all the cash you made in weapons dealing, but you preferred this adorable apartment and staying low. You were on the phone with a dear childhood friend who you had met at the best orphanage you had resided in, Marianna. (A/N: If you’ve ever read my reaper x reader, you will know exactly who she is)

“How was that trip down south to Deadlock Gorge?” Marianna asked knowingly.

“Hot,” You mumbled with a scoff as you unconsciously began to rub the beautiful necklace she had gotten you and B.O.B had been the one to give to you. “How’s Italy? Beautiful like always?”

“You know it; Although, it has definitely been a weird trip. So much has happened; I really cannot wait to see you and tell you everything at the annual reunion! You’re coming in this year, right?”

“Of course! That orphanage has been my home since I was 13; I wouldn’t miss reunion week for the world.” You replied as you smiled.

“Great! Anyways, how did the cowgirl casanova look?” Marianna said slyly.

You moved your hand to your chest in a mock dramatic gesture. “Finer than a bottle of wine!” You declared, causing Marianna to giggle.

“I don’t get why you two aren’t a thing yet; Just make a move!” She chided you through laughs, totally serious even though her tone was full of laughter.

You sighed in embarrassment. “You know I can’t! You remember our rule?”

“(Y/N)! That rule doesn’t apply if you like a cowgirl! There are no rules when it comes to cowgirls — She’s a modern day outlaw.”

You sighed, biting your lip. Maybe you should make a small mov-, no! What if she totally disregarded how you felt? You would be so damn embarressed! What if she wasn’t even in to females? “I don’t even think she’s into females.”

Marianna could be hear scoffing over the phone. “Oh no, she definitely swings the female way. Back when her and my brother Jesse were close, she told him all she fancied was girls.”

“Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe did not say fancy.” You replied in disbelief.

“You don’t know her backstory at all, do you?”

“Do... do you?”

“Jesse simply told me she was rich; Like — My grandmother’s level rich. Filthy rich.”

You thought on that for a moment. Well, it would certainly explain how she’s able to afford the weapons you sell. You were one of the most expensive dealers around because you dealt with high end clients. You never really thought of where they money came from; It dawned on you, she must’ve been pretty wealthy for the amount she could buy at a time. Which made her even more powerful in your head. You had always focused on just Ashe, never about where her money was from. “I hadn’t thought about that.”

“Because you were too busy thinking about her ass.”

You scoffed, “No... well once, but no! I was thinking about her eyes to be honest.”

“... You sound as sappy as my sister gets over her girlfriend; It makes me want to chug vodka until it drowns out you two.”

You smiled, “Hey, Marisol got her girl; Knowing Marisol she’s probably as sweet as pie. She’s ahead of me by a few steps.”

Marianna sighed, “Yeah, actually her girl is a hacker for Talon. So sweet as pie my ass. You two have always had this thing for someone screaming the word Badass.”

You couldn’t help but snigger. “Can’t wait til someone bad comes your way.”

“I’d like to see them try.” Marianna sighed. “Well, I gotta go. See you at the reunion?”

“Unless I’m wherever you are before then.”

“Pretty sure you won’t be wherever Talon Headquarters are, heh. But hey, I will be back and forth between there and my lab on the Lunar Colony! Come take a trip to the moon, maybe? I have some new gadgets of mine for you to inspect and sell,”

You nodded, sitting up from the couch as your other phone gave off a sound to notify you of a text message. That was your “business” phone. “Sounds like a plan; Just text me when you’re about to leave a few hours in advance and come scoop me up!”

“Okay! Ciao!”

“See ya!”

The two of you hung up as you picked up your other phone to see “ASHE DG” pop up. You practically almost dropped your phone from momentarily jumping for joy.

Oh!

OH!

It was her, and so soon!

“She must’ve really went through those new bombs quick.” You mumbled aloud as your heart rate calmed somewhat.

With a quick sigh, you unlocked your phone and read the text message.

Ashe 5:08 p.m. : Hey Sugarbean~

You 5:09 p.m. : I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon, Ashe. How can I help you?

You sent the text with a deep breath. You really had to stop acting like this with Ashe, you just had to! It was making you so vulnerable with your emotions, and heaven forbid she died or something! You’d be such a mess!

Soon, the notification went off again, and you quickly read the message.

Ashe 5:11 p.m. : Maybe I missed ya, darlin’. Just texting because I have a special proposition for you.

Typing a response, you raised an eyebrow as you mumbled the response aloud.

You 5:13 p.m. : Ha ha, very funny Ashe. What’s the proposition?

Ashe 5:16 p.m. : The boys and I are having a little New Year’s Eve bash. B.O.B wants you to come and I wanted to talk to you about looking into some more of those modified weapons; I’ve got the first stick-up of the year planned as somethin’ special.

A New Year’s Eve party, eh? Well, honestly, you didn’t see a reason to refuse. Go to the party, find out what Ashe wants specifically, go to the Lunar Colony to ask Marianna to build it, and then go for reunion week. It actually worked out perfectly — it was a win-win in your mind.

You 5:20 p.m.: Sounds good to me! Where’s the party going to be?

You held your breath for the response, impatient at best as you waited for the details to arrive to your phone.

Ashe 5:25 p.m.: At my ranch, which I just remembered you haven’t been to yet, Sugarbean. It’s in South Carolina, and one of the many spots I own. It’s very big and pretty hard to miss; the Desert Rose Manor. I’ll have B.O.B send you the location.

You sucked in a breath. “Wow, she really is that rich.” You said softly, biting your lip. Oh, man! You figured you had no shot in hell with Ashe.

You 5:27 p.m.: Alright, see you then!

Meanwhile, in one of the various places Ashe owned somewhere near Route 66, Ashe grinned wildly at her phone as her men stared to her in anticipation. “Did ya ask her boss?!” Charlie whispered anxiously. They all just had to know, y’know? Even B.O.B had sat down for this: everyone was trying to anticipate how the situation would turn out. This could either be very good, or very bad. If you said no, Ashe would be sad as all hell and hide it under anger she would lash at everyone else. If you said yes, you’d be practically answering the guys’ prayers for Ashe to be in a good mood before going back to the fierce leader she was in the morning.

Ashe looked up as she recieved your last text, placing her phone down and looking to her gang. “Bring on the liquor boys; Suagrbean said yes.”

Cheers errupted as B.O.B clapped for his master before walking up to her and tilting his head as if he had something to show Ashe. Ashe knew that look and gave a small pout. “Is it bad?”

The robot shook his head no and turned to walk into another room, away from the loud sounds or riled men and bottles popping open. Ashe followed and closed the door behind her. “What is it?”

B.O.B pressed his arm a few times until a voice capture popped up labled (Y/N). Ashe’s eyes widened. “B.O.B, did you... did you put a mic in the necklace?”

B.O.B stared at his human. Was it not clear for his mistress? Perhaps he had overstepped a bit, but he just hated seeing her miserable and longing for you. Especially when he could tell you felt the same. He swore to God, humans were weird.

Ashe smirked, “B.O.B, you absolute sneaky devil! I love ya! What’d she say?”

Lo and behold, B.O.B had set the mic to capture when Ashe’s name was brought up as well as Deadlock Gorge. B.O.B had your whole phone call with Marianna recorded and he played it back for Ashe until she blushed a bit with wide eyes. You hadn’t known she was rich from the jump, and didn’t even care? You weren’t afraid of who she was, just of the heartbreak of her denying you? You were just as afriad to screw this whole thing up as she was? You got lost in her eyes like she found herself getting lost in your own (e/c) orbs?

This changed everything. There was no more playing games now.

Ashe was going to have you.

And nobody else would.

Not ever.

“Thanks B.O.B, really. You always know just what to do to wake me up.”

B.O.B nodded and gestured back to the gang as if to ask Ashe if she’d like to go back in.

Ashe thought about it, before shaking her head as she crossed her arms. “Nah, not really thinking about drinking right now. What if I drunk text? I might send a nude to my Sugarbean and as much as I know now she’d enjoy it...that’d be a dumb move. Come on now, I don’t want her to think it was a drunken decision. I will win her over by being a gentlewoman to my Sugarbean. I might be a lot of things, but you didn’t raise a complete heathen.”

Ashe smirked, fixing her hat as she looked out of the large windows and down upon Route 66. “I am one hell of a winner though, and I know exactly how to play this card you’ve just dealt me.”

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midnight-serpentine-blog · 6 years

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FAQ

In General

Do you take requests? My guy, without requests, this blog will go dry very quickly. We are high maintenance and require a lot of attention.

Will you write all requests that you receive? We reserve the right not to write a request if we don’t vibe with it. We will explain why we won’t, and whining won’t change our minds. Otherwise we will do our absolute best to see that all requests get written.

What if I don’t like something in your fics? If you see something wrong in our fics, feel free to let us know politely. If you are rude, we will make a note of what annoyed you and we will feature it prominently in our following fics until you (or someone nicer than you) asks nicely for us to change it. If it is a trigger we won’t do that, obviously, but we will do our best to tag so that doesn’t happen. Don’t read things if they have a trigger warning for something that triggers you. I shouldn’t have to say it, yet here we are. If you dislike the characterization, we can open up a dialogue and maybe we’ll write you one with a characterization that you prefer. Or maybe we’ll tell you to shove it. Depends on how things go. If you dislike the things we write about (e.g. Death Eaters from Harry Potter), then don’t f***ing read that fic. Blacklist it, whatever. We know why and how they are problematic, we just dgaf. It’s for fun.

Why don’t you have a masterlist/other Tumblr things? We are new to this whole writing thing, Midnight to Tumblr in general, and Serpentine has never written her own post before, so be patient. We are learning this whole thing as we go, and it was meant as more of an experiment than a job anyway. We will do our best to make a masterlist and make the blog easy to search, but it has a learning curve, so don’t be surprised if we don’t manage right away (or ever)

Do you have a tag list? We could try?

How often do you update? Depends on how much love and attention we get. If we get a lot of requests, we’ll be doing a lot of writing, Real Life™ allowing.

Can I reblog? If you make sure our names are still on it, you do what you like, my guy.

Can I tag you in things? Can I give you an internet hug? Ofc. Remember what I said about attention?

Can I message you? If it is for requests, we’d prefer you keep it in the asks, but if you wanna say something, then sure. Keep it PG for Serpentine’s virgin eyes tho. (Serpentine can deal with it, don’t be a wuss - Midnight) (You’re a wanker - Serpentine)

What don’t you write? Incest, non-con, A/B/O (bc Midnight will die), m-preg, underage anything ever, etc. Just keep it level guys. Don’t make it weird.

What happens with any original fiction that you post? I won’t post much of it, and it won’t be anything that I ever have intentions on making into A Thing™ so it’s basically just like our fanfics, go ahead and reblog if you feel just keep our names attached. Also, try not to write anything based off of it or anything like that, but if it sparks something, you do you. We’re reasonably chill until you’re a dick. (Then we’re chillier than a frost giant’s cold shoulder - Midnight)

What happens if I want to be a prick about your writing while on anon? Come at me, bro.

What types of requests do you take? We’re going to try to have a prompts list, or borrow some from fellow writing accounts that are okay with others using their lists, but prompts that you come up with are definitely great! Imagines, multi-chap fics, one-shots, drabbles, headcanons, it’s all fair game.

Serpentine

Name/Nickname: Serpentine, Holly, Andy

Age: 18

Pronouns: she/her/My Lady

How would you describe yourself: I would not

Are requests open: Yes

What do you like writing most: Fluff. I love it when everyone is peaceful.

What do you like writing least: Character bashing. Sometimes I have to for the sake of the plot, but it hurts.

Who do you write for: Marvel - Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Loki, Thor, Dr. Strange, Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff (he didn’t die hmmm nope), Frank Castle (Jon Bernthal only), Brock Rumlow (don’t say anything Midnight, I know he’s a dick, leave me alone), Anatoly Ranskahov, Vladimir Ranskahov. Harry Potter - Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Charlie Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Draco Malfoy, Antonin Dolohov, Thorfinn Rowle, Rodolphus Lestrange (although I characterize him as fatherly more than anything), Rabastan Lestrange (although don’t expect mental stability), Fenrir Greyback, Corban Yaxley, Evan Rosier, Lucius Malfoy (if we go AU), Lucissa (Narcissa Black nee Malfoy + Lucius Malfoy), Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black, Jily (James + Lily), Sily (which is my take on Sirius + Lily, though mostly they are platonic sometimes I think hmm). I have a lot of my own personal headcanons for nearly all of these characters because I have spent many years of my life ‘living’ in the Wizarding World when I should have been doing my homework, so if something doesn’t vibe for you, I apologise, but I am very specific about my Harry Potter.

POV & Other Characters: These can be OC or reader, platonic and romantic or unpaired accepted. For Harry Potter, I can also write them as Hermione Granger (like most HP fics are tbh). As for other characters, it’s all negotiable, but with Harry Potter fandom Slytherin characters are much more likely to get the OK bc I’m House biased (Go Snakes). The ones marked as couples are only written as couples, so don’t try to make me pair dear James Potter with anyone other than his Lily.

How long does it take to write a request: If I’m inspired, maybe an hour or two. Now when I post it...

Open to ask memes: Absolutely the hell yes. I love talking about myself.

Special Rules: I do not write smut (yet, bc I am innocent in the ways of the flesh), but I will yeet those to Midnight and I’ll do my best to take any other requests and if y’all wanna drop nasty imagines into the ask box or something, we’re all ears (eyes?). I will write poly ships, though again I reserve the right to decide how (e.g. M/M or nah) and there will be no sin.

Midnight

1. Name/Nickname: Midnight, Kai, (Barnes)

2. Age: 19

3. Pronouns: she/her/Soldat

4. How would you describe yourself: I... am basically a less intimidating Winter Soldier (memory problems, depression, anxiety) and an MCU genderbent Loki because I can be a sneaky little shit

5. Are requests open: YEET

6. What do you like writing most: Fluff. Any time I get to make scary assassins do domestic things... I am there for that

7. What do you like writing least: Death. Why y’all gotta do me dirty like that? There’s more than enough in the MCU alone guys. Can’t we just pretend we live in the Everybody Lives AU?

8. Who do you write for: Marvel - Loki Odinson, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Doctor Stephen Strange, Bucky Barnes, Peter Quill, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, T’Challa, Peter Parker (aged up), Pietro Maximoff, Wade Wilson (Deadpool), Gamora DC - Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Diana Prince, Clark Kent, Connor Kent, Dick Grayson, Steve Trevor, Tim Drake, Wally West, Barry Allen, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman, Damian Wayne (aged up), Kaldur’ahm, Jaime Reyes, Bart Allen (aged up), Roy Harper (if you want YJ’s Red Arrow, please specify, otherwise my default is Arsenal), Hal Jordan Assassin’s Creed - Altair, Ezio

9. POV & other characters: I prefer reader inserts, however, if you would like an OC I would recommend naming the OC with a nickname so it makes it nicer for other readers to enjoy it. I will do specific ships if I ship them or I know enough about the ship. (eg WonderTrevor, SuperWonder, Stony, Stucky, IronStrange etc) I am also pretty okay with writing smut, but I may not be able to for specific characters/ships due to lack of experience in writing the sin, lol. (and yes, I will take your smut requests for Serpentine’s characters, and work with her to achieve the correct characterization, so long as time permits us to work on it in a timely fashion)

10. How long does it take to write a request: Depends on how busy I am, the alignment of the stars, the weather… jk, in truth, I can be very busy and also have to manage my own health so it can be from a half hour (if I’m really inspired) to up to a week or two. (I will try my best to turn out work in a decent time though, and if I have to ask Serpentine for help I will)

11. Special Rules: Already covered, I guess? Just bear with me on getting things out on time.

Please note; most of this was written by Serpentine at 3 am, I (Midnight), only wrote my own FAQs, also at 3 am. If none of this makes sense, that would be why. Serpentine rarely makes sense without supervision, so feel free to ask for clarification if the wording is awkward.

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