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sleepie-birdie · 1 month

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A Marriage Of Utmost Inconvenience

Rating: General Summary: Furina was getting married, just not to him. Tags: Angst with a happy ending, Pining, Misunderstanding, Plots

Sedene placed the letter atop Neuvillette’s desk with both hands. The melusine’s brows were furrowed, and her eyes gave a faint look of what he thought may have been pity. He thought nothing of it until he read his name in an elegant and perhaps too flowery script he once had 500 years to become accustomed to. It was also with maybe too much eagerness that he placed his contract off to the side. Carefully, the dragon shed his gloves and ran his nail beneath the seal. It opened with a gentle rustle; his fingers brushed the vellum, and the sweet scent of roses stained.

Sedene’s look of pity suddenly made a lot of sense.

Encased in cream and scribbled in gold was a single invitation. One the dragon never thought he would receive. He read the sentence once, twice, and thrice as if the content would change with each pass.

It did not.

The wedding invitation in his hand felt as if it weighed as much as steel—like it was a cold lead, heavy and lodged in his chest. The golden ink sparkled, an embodiment of supposed joy, yet it was nothing more than a gilded verdict to the dragon. An inescapable truth he had no warning of.

Furina was getting married. Furina was getting married.

The fact continued to glare up at him, and it was not until a soft cough brought his attention back to the present and towards the melusine who was eying him with a heavy dose of concern. Words were lost on his lips, and for a second, he could only stare as he tried to process the rapid spiral of his thoughts. Furina was getting married. That could not be possible. Last he heard, no one was courting her, much less was she seeing anyone with the capacity to marry. Neuvillette would know, she would have told him…or at the very least, one of their friends would...yes? If not them, then at least the network of hers he had obtained; he had given them one job.

“Sir…will you be attending?”

The part of him that stung, that blistered with disdain and hurt, hissed a resounding ‘no.’ The more decisive part, the one that had promised her everything and anything, was the one that spoke out loud.

“Of…course.” If… this was what Furina wanted, then who was he to deny her? What right did he have to even feel upset in the first place? Her private affairs were not his privy, and she was…she allowed, should marry whoever she cared for. She should…marry whoever made her happy and safe. But why was the fact that he was neither that to her blistering? Like a wound made irritated by constant picking. Neuvillette shoved the feelings to the depths of his mind, buried them alongside the graves of words and feelings he could never bring himself to voice. Words he had no longer any right to utter.

“Let me sign…” His pen was barely lifted from the response before the invitation had been swept away from him in a flurry. Neuvillette blinked down at the melusine, who regarded him steadily as if she had not been so impatient in the first place. The oddity was brushed off as Sedene nodded her head. “I’ll make sure Lady…I mean, Miss Furina receives your response.” The reminder was all it took for his curiosity to waver just long enough for him to catch the sight of a disappearing fluffy tail as the door to his office slammed closed. The echoing click and stretching quiet was all that remained.

The grandfather clock ticked away, the chime rang fourteen times, and the envelope mocked him from where it rested against the oak. The cloying scent of sweet roses never tasted so bitter on his tongue with every inhale. His name, written with evident care, ridiculed him. Beneath his fingertips, the cardstock crumpled. Crinkled and tore with the force beneath the flaring ire. Outside the mosaic windows, dark clouds pulled through. Regret bloomed only minutes later, heavy like viscous tar as Neuvillette smoothed over his damage and flattened the sheet until it was more recognizable. Still, the damage would remain as uneven marks and unsightly shadows across the surface once light. The sovereign tucked the envelope away anyway. Placing it carefully on top of all the messages, letters, and exchanges on his notepad he had received from her over the centuries.

Raindrops splattered against the windowpanes.

The resulting dull and empty thud sounded how he felt.

As Neuvillette eyed the envelope one last time, he came to a late but unimportant realization.

He never caught the name of Furina’s supposed intended.

He supposed he should learn, but ultimately, why did it matter? It was not like he could stop the wedding. Neuvillette’s chair creaked as he stood. On another day, he would have winced at the unsightly sound. Instead, he strode to the door. How remiss of him. How utterly unbecoming and distracted had he become with just a single sentence? His shadow was extended as he towered over Sedene. The melusine barely blinked as she looked up at him to her credit.

“Yes Monsieur Neuvillette?”

“Sedene, I must apologize for overlooking it earlier. Could you please remind me of the date of the wedding?”

“Of course, Monsieur. I believe,” he watched as her paws fiddled with a filled calendar. “Ah, here it is. It is in two days.”

Two – His mind halted.

Just two days? When had they even met? When did they date? How long had this been going on? Had he somehow been so taken with work that he had missed a change that resulted in this? A wedding pushed so early it was happening in two days? Was she… preg– he yanked himself away from that line of thought before it could be finished. The sheer notion of it made his stomach turn.

The storm outside turned torrential.

“I made sure to clear your schedule. There should be no conflicts!” The dragon wished there was.

Thunder ripped across the sky. Sedene patted the hand he had unwittingly clenched on the countertop. “Let us hope the weather also clears up by then.” He tried not to think of how piercing her gaze was, of how knowing she was of his…struggles. Very little escaped her in the centuries they have worked together.

Neuvillette sucked in a quiet breath. He could try, but that did not mean the sovereign wanted to.

A voice that was a vicious reflection of his own hissed at him.

Pathetic.

As he slunk back into his office, he was inclined to agree. He was utterly pathetic.

By the time the clock struck midnight and there was no work left to distract him from his aimless thought, Neuvillette was sure he was going to ruin Fontaine with the cacophony of feelings that was stirring the weather.

Upset was just a scratch on the surface of the mess that writhed inside him. It was a tight ball within his chest that only coiled tighter and tighter as time continued to tick away like a threat. Like an inescapable guillotine that hung over his head, but the guillotine was blunt. He was one swing away from being crushed by feelings he had long since pushed aside. For how can he burden her with his feelings? How can he ask her for everything when he is duty-bound to put Fontaine first? How would that have been fair to her?

Yet now, he was the one stuck, rooted to the very work that was his executioner as she moved forward. As she should, as Furina deserved after all her sacrifice . But try as he might, the dragon could not find joy for her.

Not a single ounce.

Not a single drop.

It was almost foreign, this inability to muster joy for her achievements when it had once been so easy.

Neuvillette's head throbbed at the back. Sleep evaded him. As the first light of dawn seeped into his office, the dragon discovered no improvement; the internal clamor had only intensified. Twisted, churned, and swirled into a mass he could not mask. The rain may have tapered off into a drizzle, but the office's air remained weighted. Sedene had shaken and ducked her head as she slipped him his morning work.

No one pointed out that the Iudex was in a less-than-pristine state.

The sun could only break through around noon to the familiar hum of a woman whose visit had only become sporadic over time. The workers only breathed a sigh of relief as Furina flitted through the doors to Neuvillette’s office.

Neuvillette was willing to admit that he was utterly pathetic as his world had righted itself when Furina graced his office. The frustration within had dulled; the day seemed a tad more manageable, and as she smiled at him plopping a raindrop cake on his desk, he could push the rest of the dissatisfaction aside. He felt a stab of guilt as he watched her brows furrow. “Are you overworking, Neuvillette? It has been quite turbulent lately.” The dragon’s heart ached. Tomorrow was Furina’s happy day, and she was fretting over him instead of attending to whatever task she needed to do. In that second, Neuvillette realized he could feel guilty for not feeling guilty enough. He liked that he was important enough for her to visit and was now on her mind. Not that other one.

The corner of his lips rose a fraction. “There have been more cases lately, but it is nothing I can not handle.” He gestured towards his desk, where the paperwork was steadily growing. “I..ah, apologize for the inconveniences I may have caused?” There was a snort. He watched with fondness as the white-haired woman rolled her eyes.

“Oh shush, you’ve done nothing of the sort,” Furina huffed. Her eyes traced his face, and he kept his gaze steady even as he wanted to shift beneath her attention.

He wished she had not dropped her hand when she approached his face.

“Have you slept at all?”

“I was…preoccupied.” By you, his mind whispered.

The dragon could only bear the brunt of her observation as her eyes narrowed. There was another sigh, and he only felt delighted at her consideration. “At least get some rest tonight. I can not have you looking like you are the embodiment of the dead tomorrow.” Delight soured as the proverbial blade twisted.

The sovereign froze as warm fingers brushed his cheeks and a thumb pressed against the bags beneath his eyes.

“Are you sure you are alright?” Furina’s concern was palpable, and it took considerable restraint not to lean into her touch. At this moment, he finally understood a human’s vices clearly. The things he could do to keep her here. To keep her with him .

“I will be.” He would try his best to be, if only so she would smile. “Perhaps I shall do as you suggest and retire early today.” If only to give him ample time to prepare for the torture tomorrow would bring.

The etching of worry lifted from Furina’s face just enough for the taller man to feel he was doing the right thing. His hand dug into his thigh when he forced himself not to follow her touch. He was glad she was distracted by Sedene’s arrival. Drawn, like a moth to a flame, he had leaned forward.

“Lady Furina, there’s someone here to fetch you.”

Neuvillette's jaw ached from the force in which he snapped them shut. The click was so audible it drew both the other’s attention. He cleared his throat, the smile on his lips crooked and wry. “I shall not keep you any longer than Furina.” His gaze dropped toward the box she had placed on his desk. “Thank you for the snack.” He wanted to brush his thumb against her mouth as she worried her lips.

“Oh, alright then. Promise me you will at least attempt to rest?” He could promise her almost anything.

There was a soft harumph as he nodded his head. Fondness dulled the pang as he watched her leave. The soft-blue carton of his dessert crinkled as it was pulled open. From the window, he watched as she disappeared with a bard dressed in green.

Neuvillette learned that the dessert she had always given him could taste bitter.

In hindsight, perhaps Neuvillette should have looked into who Furina’s perspective…partner was. In hindsight, he should have never allowed it to cross into Fontaine in the first place. Perhaps then, this wedding sham would never have happened in the first place. Had he been so busy that he missed the entry of not one but two usurpers into his lands? The Anemo and Geo archon were dressed neatly, sporting their best for today’s event. But for today, he would let the Anemo archon pass…

The other one, on the other hand…

Neuvillette could feel his fangs dig into his cheek. Feel the way his nails lengthened behind the sheathe of his gloves. He could feel the shade of dragon emanate from the fake, which irritated his nerves. What irritated him even more was the man’s position by the altar. Not even Sedene and Sigewinne’s excited chatter about acting and plays could distract him from…it.

His cane creaked beneath his grip. The noise was lost to the excited chatter that only grew around them.

Somewhere behind him, he could pick out Clorinde and Navia’s voice. Both sounded quite excited about Furina’s dress.

The dress she would wear to wed this…fake dragon.

The dress she would wear to kiss this…thing.

The dress she would wear to their wedding night–

He slammed shut the door to that thought before he could break the cane in his hand. Neuvillette exhaled sharply as the Melusine around him regarded him with mixed emotions he did not want to pick out. Not when his nerves were fraying by the second as the sun rose in the sky. It was already a struggle to keep the influx of everyone’s emotion at bay lest the weather turned…murderous.

The beast he kept beneath lock and key wished it would.

Across the sea of party-goers, amber clashed with amethyst. A smile with too many teeth was bared alongside amusement.

The sovereign felt his blood boil.

The dragon was unsure if the intense desire for violence stemmed from the craving of a beast or the human inclination for retribution. Neuvillette also decided it did not matter as knowing flitted across the usurper’s expression.

He wanted to…

The rage and irritation was flummoxing.

The hurt slipped between the vicious thoughts.

Furina was to marry a false dragon simply because her dragon was slow at staking his– no at showing her his affection.

If he could, if he perhaps had been human, Neuvillette was aware that he would have cried.

The violent symphony within him grew like a match taken to dry leaves.

It only festered, compounded, and leaked into what had once been the calm sea of his psyche.

Furina’s arrival exacerbated the already infected wound across his heart.

She was beautiful stunning, and Neuvillette’s breath was lodged in his throat for a second. She had always looked resplendent in white. The moment shattered the moment the scent of lilies passed by.

The string of pearl that created the clasp down her back was an insufficient distraction for his growing insanity. What else could he call the chaotic symphony scratching at him from the inside out? What was the name of the creature clawing itself free with each step Furina took away from him?

Ah.

The wretched creature was Neuvillette.

A grotesque and ultimately selfish being.

He barely registered anything, but the scene unfolding before him missed the knowing look Sedene and Sigewinne shared as they ushered their sisters to the side. He did not notice as Clorinde, Navia, and Chiori moved away from the aisle. Nor did he see the magician siblings and Wriothelesly duck behind chairs.

Neuvillete's eyes glazed over, his mind consumed by thoughts of Furina and her radiant smile. But then, like a swift strike of lightning, a sharp pang of jealousy tore through him. His heart clenched as he watched the scene unfold before him, the once beautiful canvas now marred with sickly shades of green. The officiant's words became a blur as Neuvillete struggled to keep his feelings in check, his fists clenching tighter and tighter. The parts of the vows he did hear only painted a future he did not want to see. One where Furina stood next to another, one where she shared with another, one where he was not there. One where loved, cherished, and grew old…

He was a kettle left on a stove that had finally boiled over.

Neuvillete's vision blurred as that man's face dipped just a fraction.

No.

Fontaine creaked.

No.

The aquabus lines churned.

Neuvillette relinquished the reigns on his taught selflessness.

The dragon had already lost Furina once. Why did he have to do so a second time?

Yellow cracked against blue as a growl ripped from the sovereign’s throat. The sound was low, and feral Dust scattered as the floor broke. The three-circle sigil glowed, rippled, and pulsed as it sprawled across the stone barrier that groaned beneath water pressure. A kick forced Neuvillette to skid backward.

“Nevullette, stop!”

The sovereign’s arm wrapped out his archon’s waist. This distance was enough.

In a flash of azure, he yanked them through space.

Back at the destroyed venue, Venti eyed Zhongli, amusement, and giggles on his lips. He clapped his hands together before turning towards the ‘guests.’

“Finally! I thought that Iudex of yours would not crack. I must say, my plan was brilliant.”

A snort echoed to the left as the previous geo archon dusted off his jacket. An exasperated look was sent Venti’s way. Easy for him to say. He did not need to take the brunt of an angry sovereign’s attack.

From the crowd, Sedene finally exhaled. “Um…are you sure Lady Furina will be alright?”

Their Liyuen guest finally spoke. “If anyone has a chance of…mollifying your Iudex, it would be the fair lady.”

That everyone could agree on.

Furina squeaked as she stumbled. The world righted itself into its proper colors as her head spun. It felt as if her body had been pulled apart at the seams and put together in rapid succession. With a whine, she buried her face into Neuvillette’s chest even as ire flooded hers.

What in Teyvat was her Iudex thinking, attacking their guests like that? In the middle of practice, to boot!

“Y-you, you brute, you owe me an explanation. What was that? You can not go around attacking visiting delegations.” Her huff was met with narrowed eyes.

The draconic gaze regarded her closely. “I assure you, Lady Furina, it was necessary," Neuvillette replied in a low, steady voice.

Furina pulled away slightly, her eyes wide with suspicion. "And why would that be? They came here as guests, seeking our diplomatic assistance...yours."

His brow rose. "My...assitance? Pray tell me, if they needed my help, why were you marrying one of them?"

"MARRIED?!" Furina spluttered. Her fingers rose to pinch the bridge of her nose. What was her Iudex going on about? "Neuvillette, have you even slept since I last saw you? How can you forget? I told you that this would be a rehearsal for a production. They wanted to experience the arts. I even sent a letter with Sedene."

Nothing made sense, and what had started as an enjoyable morning was devolving into chaos in an hour. Furina felt her patience waning. Neuvillette's inhale was sharp.

"Letter? Did you not send me an invitation to your wedding?"

"Neuvillette, I--" she was utterly confused.

"Why am I getting married when I am not even dating anyone? You...know that? Right?" She prodded his chest. "Even then, why would I getting married bother you enough to attack someone?"

She watched as understanding and a dash of what she could only suppose was annoyance flit across his face.

"It seems that we were involved in quite a setup."

"Set..."

Realization settled.

Nevuillette watched as understanding grew across his brilliant archon’s face. Her cheeks rounded with indignation as the pieces slotted into place.

“But why,” Furina questioned.

The answer the dragon knew. Their friends, those delegates, had all come together to orchestrate this moment. They came together to force his realization. To also give him this chance. One, he would not squander anymore.

“Because of this.” Neuvillette dipped his head. “The reason why your marriage to anyone but I is loathsome.”

His lips met hers.

As they broke apart, Furina's heart fluttered like a captured bird desperately trying to escape its cage. Her breath came in ragged gasps. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire. The dragon took her hand in his, their fingers interlocked. The shorter woman’s gaze traced the flick of Neuvillette’s tongue across his mouth.

"Was that a sufficient answer to your inquiry, or do you need another example?"

#neuvirina #neuvifuri #focalors #furina #neuvillette

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denial-permanente · 1 year

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Hi,

First of all, I want to thank you and Tom for the interesting real life chastity blog.

Different than many other blogs that are based on men’s chastity fantasies. This doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying them 😊.

We are a couple in our mid 50’s and this year we are happily married for 35 years. We are young at mind and fully enjoy life as it is supposed to be.

Since my childhood I have affection for bondage and other kinky stuff in contrary of my wife.

However, she knows my kinks and all those years she does efforts to understand this and she helps me out to fore fill my needs.

In the mid 90’s we watched on national a TV show regarding special fetish and taboos. There was an interview with Mr Walter Goethals of Carrara design experimenting with male chastity devices.

At that moment I also knew that chastity was something for me.

With internet more information on male chastity became available. When the CB6000 came out I purchased one and started to experiment with It. Sometimes I was locked for 3 weeks. However, the plastic case in 2 longitude parts gave me painful issues.

To make a longs story short, over several years we ordered several chastity cages and finally I have this cheap metal case from Alibaba that works fine, together with an anti-pull-out ring.

Our sex life is/was always good and I liked to experiment with new techniques to please my wife. Already since more than 30 years I don’t cum if my wife doesn’t cum first.

Since my wife likes penetration and likes to give me HJ and BJ, it was not always easy for her when I was locked. Sometimes she taught I didn’t like her or that I wasn’t happy with her performances. So we talked many times on the subject and the last 4 years she locked me for 2-3 weeks with some long term intervals. But as you mention in your blog, once you tried chastity, it stays in the mind and you want to go back being locked.

Since last year both our children are out house, and so we have more time for us.

Last January my wife had the NY party at work and I was alone at home. So I put myself in strict self-bondage with a sensory deprivation hood, chastity cage eo.

I texted my wife in advance not to be scared when she came home during the night. This was not the first time I did that, but she is always afraid that an accident would happen.

That night she came home relaxed, reacted positive and again understood my needs. We made love and she came from orally, and I didn’t cum😊.

From that night I’m locked up day and night.

However, she decided to unlock me twice to make love. I stayed unlocked during the night what result in a good night sleep (*).

My wife holds the key, and the spare key is in a sealed envelope in case of emergency.

Now since last week I found your Tumblr blog and I love it. Both the point of view from you both. I couldn’t agree more.

Furthermore, it helped me to introduce my wife to keep me locked longer then before and if she agrees permanently.

Since my wife doesn’t really like to go on Tumblr, I copy-paste your Q&A in a word document so my wife could read about your lifestyle as a chastity couple and the advantage of it if we/she implemented in our marriage.

It is now 27 days that I’m locked and, I hope that it is the first 27 days of a permanent chastity, fully managed by my wife.

In the meantime, I ordered a Vixskin and harness together with a t° regulated water heater. 😊

If my wife can enjoy the Vixskin we can go for the Vixskin-X, but this is not yet available in the EU. If I order it from the US with tax and import duty this become +/- 500$

This all said I have a question for you both, but particularly for Tom.

During the day I have no issues wearing the cage, but during the night it is sometimes terrible when I get an erection, which is normal. This always result in stretching the skin below my cage ring and makes me wake up several times during the night.

Before I go to sleep, I always use anti chafe cream to allow movement for the skin in the cage, but still.

When I wake up, I can concentrate to make him soft again.

The problem is that I don’t have a good night sleep with negative results during daytime.

Any idea how I can get over this issue?

Tank you and keep up the good work.

Regards

Wow, there is a lot to comment on here. 😅

First I am glad that you and your wife really talk about this. Too many times we get questions or messages from men who just push this on their wives and the wife has no idea what to do with all of this. But it seems that you and your wife talk about this.

I hope that you talked to her about using the Vixskin before you ordered it. I am pretty sure there are stores over there where you can get it cheaper than ordering from the US. I'll let my husband answer the rest of this. 🔐

Tom here. My wife is correct; lovehoney.co.uk sells Vixskin products (and other nice items. I've been there and am happy to give a shout out).

Unfortunately, the only thing that will help you adapt to wearing the cage is to keep wearing the cage. It may take a couple of months wearing it overnight to allow your body to get used to those erections in the middle of the night.

Make sure that you use good lube around the cuff ring to keep your skin from "burning" (it's really stretching). Also, I do not know what cage you have, but one that is smaller inside, that is, a more narrow diameter, will prevent your penis from expanding. That will help.

Note that I am not recommending those nub cages. You may have to try several different designs to find one that is comfortable for you.

#chastity question

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pottahishotasf · 2 years

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── 𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓣𝓸𝓸 𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 ──

Blaise Zabini x Reader

Summary ▻ He swore that he will never be on this stage ever since you had that talk, yet here he is.

Warning(s) ▻ fwb relationship. Yes, fuck buddies. No smut. FEELINGS. I can't explain how I love this trope so much.

Word Count ▻ 500+

ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ

You laid on his bed as he checks himself out in the mirror, he had a smile - a timid smile on his face.

You just woke up from an afternoon nap and you still felt dizzy and groggy, not wanting to make it worse you stayed laying on the bed.

He turned around, shifting back and forth on his heels - he wore a black button down shirt and black trousers and a tie that he still has in his hands - surprise, it's also black.

"How do I look?" He questioned, constantly taking a quick glace behind him to see his reflection.

"You look fucking handsome."

"Is it okay?" His breath was getting ragged and so you stood up to stroll to where he stood.

"It's more than okay - I'll tell you that. Where are you going anyway?"

"I have a meeting to attend to - I'm quite nervous."

"Oh, that's normal, but don't be too nervous that's bad for you -" you placed your hands on his chest and began brushing your palm against the expensive black fabric of his top.

"Let me tie that for you."

He let you carefully pull the tie that - he didn't realize he was gripping in his hands - and watch intently as you furrow your brows and made something that he calls "your endearing concentrating face"

It never occured to him that he'll feel this way for you - his "friend with benefits" or in short words "fuck buddy".

"Are you okay with being my fuck buddy?" You asked after a moment of comfortable silence.

"I would love that." He mumbled, against your chest.

"Don't fall in love with me too quickly." You jokingly said or maybe it wasn't a joke - maybe it was a warning, but he chuckled along with you - knowing that will never happen.

It was only supposed to be a quick fuck - he calls you and you call him - whenever one needs the other.

He swore that he will never be on this stage ever since you had that talk, yet here he is.

Always looking for a reason to spend time with you - to feel you - your warm touch - your limbs on top of his and imagine as though you were a couple making not just a quick fuck but making love.

"There." You finally muttered and pat his chest twice before putting your hands behind you in a lock.

He snapped of his trance and stood, waiting for you to make a move.

You understood him, even when he didn't mutter a word - you cradled his face and pull it towards yours and your lips met into one of those sweet kisses - not a desperate and lustful one - but a sweet kiss that lingered with a hint of his adoration for you.

"Blaise, it's time." You heard his brother called, your eyes widened and you were forced to pull away from each other -

Before hiding away you breathed out a "Good luck." And gave him a last peck.

"Thank you." He breathed back as he kept his gaze on you while still managing to get himself to the door.

a/n: I LOVE THIS TROPE SO FUCKING MUCH AND I JUST HAD THIS EXACT SCENARIO IN MY HEAD WHILE I WAS IN A FAMILY DINNER - AND I KNOW I NEEDED TO WRITE IT IMMEDIATELY.

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!!

@maelycious @slvtfor-gingerpubes @thehalfbloodedwitch @kimorna @padf00ts-l0ver @dracoslittleangel @honeymunson @raajali3

#blaise zabini #blaise zabini x reader #blaise imagine #blaise x reader #blaise zabini fluff #harry potter imagine #harry potter fluff #harry potter angst #harry potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fic #hp x reader #hp imagine #hp angst #hp fanfiction #mia.writes

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martiwikiwi · 6 months

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So I recovered my very very very first comic ever (2007-2010!) and read a third of it (it was very long, I swear it has +500 pgs of urban fantasy drama, I drew that comic for 3 years, you know) and today I woke up and said "let's redraw these gays". So here you have my first queer original characters. Enjoy:

This is Kurogane (he/him). Of course, he had a Japanese name, can't you see how cool he is? At the young age of 20 years, he was already a professional goth ninja assassin and at some point in the story he was possessed by an evil spirit or something and killed lots of people. Well, that actually happened several times, it was a big drama. Yes, I was around 14 when I drew that comic so don't judge me. Up to date, He is still the gayest original character I have ever created, no oppressive system could censor his queerness, and he had the worst boyfriend you could ever imagine but together they were THE COUPLE of that comic. And they weren't even the main characters. They were either insulting each other or having sex. I loved them so much that I made another long drama comic about how they met. I drew that comic TWICE.

This horrible person here is Kurogane's boyfriend, also known as Kaze (he/him). Yes, he has a Japanese name too because I was 14 when I drew this and had recently found out how cool manga was. He was very gay and poly (he actually had another boyfriend and a girlfriend (?)). Kaze was the last survivor of an ancient dynasty of dark sorcerers and had crazy dark magic powers and was super skilful with the sword. He was pretty much perfect except because he was the most toxic character of that comic and was obsessed with controlling everyone. At some point in this urban fantasy drama, he becomes **THE DARKDAWN GOD** and on top of his super amazing dark sorceries, he autoheals himself and becomes practically immortal. There was a big drama about that because his soul was supposed to be so dark that he would never be able to go to heaven and reunite with the people he loved, especially his beloved Kurogane, so yes, there was no happy ending for them.

It was fun reading again all that senseless chaos of comics from the perspective I did write queer characters back in 2007 already and, you know what? They were pretty cool. Very chaotic and problematic, but they were a found family even when I didn't have the word for it. And well, I could trace all the way from my current original characters to their actual origins, haha.

#sketchbook #my art #oc #character design #Marta Selusi #artists on tumblr #look at the stories I wrote back in 2007

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The Atlas Complex - Olive Blake (The Atlas #3)

1.5/5 - disappointing conclusion to the trilogy; no real satisfying character arcs or conclusions to those arcs; truly baffling character decisions

SPOILERS BELOW

To be completely honest, I read this book more out of a desire to see how, exactly, Blake planned to wrap up the character arcs than any real desire to engage with it because I also found the second book to be disappointing.

Basically, none of the characters are truly served in this book. The one with the best outcome is Callum and he ends up dead anyway. Every single character spends this whole book whining and complaining about their lack of purpose. Over 200 pages of the book go by before anything of note happens. Truly, I think Blake needed an editor and/or someone to tell her the harsh truth - that everything in this nearly 500-page novel could have been said in 200.

I just found myself extremely dissatisfied with the arcs. Reina gets no screentime and undergoes no real change. Nico/Gideon are stagnant. Parisa doesn't do anything interesting until page 350/474. Tristan whines, literally, the whole time about how he doesn't know what his purpose in life is. Libby undergoes a "corruption" arc and still manages to hem and haw and bite her nails the entire time, even though she's supposed to have grown a spine by now. By the end of the book all I wanted was for someone to just do something instead of overthinking their place in the world.

This book also continuously asks questions that I find to be overwritten and that Blake attempts to answer in text. The meaning of life and why humanity is the way it is does not need to be answered in your trilogy about six people without an ounce of backbone or direction between them. Even more so, the answers that Blake provides are not answers I find terribly interesting or useful. I am no longer interested in debating if humanity is fundamentally awful or if people with talent are always directionless and easily swayed to power schemes or if somebody can be both a good and bad person at the same time. These have all been done and, frankly, been done better elsewhere. To have multiple of your characters claim that ethics isn't really "their thing", that their experiments are just that and have no consequences is ... not a good look, particularly after the summer of Oppenheimer and the moral imperative of scientists everywhere. Like, yes, your experiments do have a greater ethical cost. That's common sense, actually.

The worldbuilding remains frightfully vague. The prose used is purposefully convoluted, which meant I had to read probably a third of this book at least twice to actually understand it. And I don't mean that in the there-are-complicated-metaphors-here sense. I mean it in the this-sentence-structure-and-word-choice-are-so-odd-and-complex-as-to-be-useless-to-the-reader sense.

By the time something interesting came up, I was so done with slogging through the rest of the book that it felt like a relief that might come in death. I just wanted it to be over.

Chief among these sins is that Blake also introduced new characters in this (already overstuffed) book that were substantially more interesting than our POV/main characters. Why tease me with concepts that are actually interesting before throwing me back into the weeds? It's cruel.

#this was for sure a book #if you've already read the second then like sure go ahead and read this #but if you've only read the first one just stop there #its for the best #OH AND IT WASN'T EVEN GAY #THIS WHOLE TIME IM HOLDING OUT FOR THROUPLES AND GAY/LESBIAN COUPLES AND WHAT DO I GET? NOTHING #the atlas complex #olivie blake #book review #magical realism #fantasy

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internetcatholicism · 2 years

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Y'all wouldn't believe how amazing life can get when you start recognizing which thoughts are actually coming to you from the Holy Spirit. Even just the smallest of things.

For example, me last night

Practicing violin around 8pm when neighbors start blasting music that triggers my sound hypersensitivity.

Brain: i should go to the adoration chapel to get away from this.

Me: oh. Yea. That's God talking isn't it? I just need to finish practicing this passage...

Jesus as I continue playing: why are you delaying your visit which I have requested?

Me: also remembers that I needed to print a hard copy of an encyclical because the library wasn't open on Saturday. Was supposed to go after Mass but forgot. Looks up the hours and they don't close until 11pm. Providence! I will go and print and then head straight to the chapel.

On the way I realized. On Sunday everyone goes to Mass, they receive communion, and that's it. The adoration chapel is likely visited the least on this day of the week because most prefer to fulfill their obligation and then be done with it. Jesus is lonely on this day!

The encyclical prints with no issue and I drive to adoration where I plan to study it for a writing project. I arrive and say "I will stay for at least 45 minutes, " as usual.

Inside I begin praying, reading and studying. After a while I write about 500 words that seem to be coming from Someone else more than from me. I finish this and check the time.

Woah. It's been two hours. It's bedtime.

I say goodbye and head home.

Earlier I had been worried that I would return home too early and still have my neighbor being noisy, but I ended up staying with Jesus so long that quiet hours have begun.

I return home with almost an entire page to add to my project and to a quiet apartment that won't cause me any anguish through noise.

So to sum up: Something difficult to deal with comes along, I have a thought which I recognize as a primpting from grace, don't respond absolutely immediately and am given a small chastisement, given another grace that I can finally have something I've needed even though the hour is late, obtain this thing easily, go to chapel and spend more than twice my minimum amount there with no trouble, am given another huge grace while there, get home and the issue from before is over.

This is just one of the times where I've recognized the quickest thought as a graceful prompting from my guardian angel or from God and have had something wonderful happen because of it.

Even the smallest idea of "I should pray," or "I should talk to that person who is struggling," should be looked at as not coming from myself because good things come from God, the only source of good.

It really just is amazing. Listen to your good "ideas."

#this ended up being a way longer post than it was intended to be #ramblings

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hi! when i realized i'd gone over 500 words, it was, like. 607 i think? and it was kinda late at night - late enough that i was up past my curfew and was trying to be stealthy so i don't get scolded for staying up doing hw (has happened before). so i just kept going until my brain stopped functioning. and that ended up being 924 words lmao. anyway! snippet :)

"So you're angry at me for defending a murderer that showed me kindness, but not at me for murdering just as innocents? Pink's dead because of me and you. But I'm still here, and I'm talking to you. Isn't it more logical for you to hurt me directly?"

Boiling blood. Broken bones. Knife's edge. Poisonous penstrokes. All fragments of attempts Brown could make at describing the way Red's making them feel right now. Brown-

They-

They're-

Stop it. Stay clm. Showing your whole hand is unaffordable, but keeping a full poker face is impossible, so compromise. Compromise. Compromise.

Hi! I also went over (only to 541 words though) and i waited to answer this until I actually finished it. It took so long because I went to bed and then I'm not writing-productive in the morning.

Aah your snippet! First of all it makes me feel things which is concerning because i've only played like two games of among us ever in my life. Second of all that second paragraph--the alliteration and the short sentences! Makes my inner english nerd happy. I don't like talking to aer because it's summer but you present me with such rhetorical choices. But then knife's edge breaks the pattern of alliteration and that does something but i'm past the point of making thoughts. And the last time repetition! That does things! Emphasis! Yeah.

Also because this is for a school thing I hope grammarly picked up on the last line that says "stay clm"without the a in what's probably supposed to be the word "calm" (it could also be clam but i find that unlikely)

Anyway. My snippet:

With that thought, the sound of a correct Duolingo answer echoes through the silent room. However annoying it may be, it keeps Ruy entertained, so, once again, Garwin can’t complain.

But sometimes he does anyway.

“Have you lost your headphones again?”

“No. I know right where they are. I just can’t move to get them with someone laying on top of me.”

That is a valid point which is why it should be ignored at all costs.

“Oh no! Whomever could that be?” Garwin asks, shifting to his side to snuggle in closer. And stare at Ruy. Both things that are very important to do.

Edit: this is a couple hundred words down the fic but i am sprinkling in the southern accent vacker agenda. Alvar has said y'all twice in two chapters.

#we'll see how far i go until my brain gives up for today #we aren't there yet i just finished my 500 and came over here #garvarioli

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Word Rant #2 aka How I Like Venus

part 2 of probably 2

My review of the entirety of Venus, a play by Suzan-Lori Parks

SPOILERS AHEAD

Some words may be in bold for emphasis

Also character names will be in bold

The Chocolates

The Chocolates is a symbol that appears throughout the play/book. There's not too much to say about these chocolates, other than the facts that

Only the Venus receives chocolates

She is usually taken advantage of shortly before or after she is given chocolates

As such, the chocolates probably represent the false love and lies presented to the Venus.They are a deception, a distraction. Once in the story, the Baron Docteur gives the Venus some chocolates so she is distracted while he masturbates to the sight of her. ew.

The Baron Docteur

I would probably consider the Baron Docteur a main character, as he usually steals the show from the Venus. The Baron Docteur is a doctor who purchased the Venus from the Mother Showman (A Showwoman who previously “employed” the Venus as a member of a freak show). The Baron Docteur purchased the Venus to study her strange anatomy, and we can see scenes of this throughout the book. Very long scenes describing every part of the Venus in vivid, scientific detail. “Her height, measured after death, was 4 feet 11 and ½ inches. The total weight of the body was 98 pounds avoirdupois” One time this lasts for 7 WHOLE PAGES. 7 pages of torture. Thankfully this takes place during an intermission. These descriptions of the Venus’ body serve well to remind the reader of her exploitation and objectification. Hooray. Throughout the book/play, mr. Baron Docteur talks all about how much he loves Venus. These medical examinations (and also the chocolates) reveal he only loves her body, and the prospect of being able to study her postmortem. He only loves her because he can take advantage of her.

Time

Twice in the book/play, readers/watchers are treated to an anecdote about a girl who was sent away from her home for 1000 years. Here are the important bits.

“Legend has it that The Girl was sent away from home.

Those who sent her said she coudnt return for a thousand yrs.

Even though she was strong of heart even she doubted she

would live that long.

After 500 years they allowed her to ask a question.

She wanted to know what her crime had been.

Simple: You wanted to go away once.”

Pretty neat little story. Anyways, the girl is probably the Venus, as her trip to Europe probably felt like 1000 years to her, even though it was around 5 years (side note: she was only supposed to be gone for 2 years). Also, the girl isn't allowed to go home, like the Venus was possibly forced to stay, or just unable to go home.

Just some stuff I wanna talk about

This last part is here because I just wanna talk about something neat I thought of. I just have nowhere else to put this.

I honestly think it was pretty smart to make this in the form of a play. Whether or not the author meant all this I’m gonna talk about is up to you. (Personally, I don’t think she did. Playwriting is her thing so that's probably why)

Anyways, this story being a play allows VENUS to do a lot of things a book couldn’t. Here's a list.

Spectacle

The sheer absurdity of VENUS is much more impactful (at least I’d assume so, I read VENUS) when watched in person.

No Chronology

This medium of a play allows this story to jump around time much more easily than with a book.

Characters lie

It's much easier to SEE when characters are lying and taking advantage of the Venus

No description

The fact that it's a play means the author can SHOW not TELL. Also, more talking.

All of this really lends to VENUS being postmodern.

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seokingpins · 2 years

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SEM Marketing - What it is and What it is Not

If you are a small business owner or entrepreneur running your own online marketing efforts, you have probably heard the words “SEM” and “Search Engine Marketing” in conversations with other marketers. You may also have been confused by them and asked yourself what on earth they meant. If you are still confused, here’s a brief explanation of these two terms, which are often used interchangeably.

SEM stands for Search Engine Marketing. When we talk about SEM, we’re referring to paid search and pay-per-click advertising – also known as PPC. This type of advertising is very effective at generating leads, but it can be expensive depending on how large your budget is.

SEO has nothing to do with SEM and is not something you should worry about unless you are a web developer who wants to learn about how search engines work. It’s important to remember that SEO is different from SEM because SEM focuses specifically on driving traffic through paid advertising. SEO is about getting people to find you organically – without paying anything for the privilege.

In order to make sure you aren’t confusing the two, here are some key distinctions between SEM and SEO:

SEM is about driving traffic to your website and landing pages through paid advertisements.

SEO is not about driving traffic; it’s all about ensuring that your site is optimized so that it appears high up on search engine results when relevant keywords are searched for.

SEM is about paid advertising and PPC.

SEO involves optimizing your content to appear high up on search results.

SEM is about getting traffic to your site quickly and cheaply.

SEO takes longer to implement but will result in a long-term increase in organic traffic.

SEM can cost more than SEO, but it tends to yield better results.

Here's how SEM works:

You create a campaign on the SEM platform where you define a set of keywords related to your product or service. The ad copy that you write needs to include those keywords. The ad must be displayed on sites like Google AdWords, Bing Ads, Facebook Ads and Yahoo! Search Marketing.

The advertiser bids on how much money he’s willing to spend on this particular campaign. That bid is then compared to all the others. The one with the highest bid wins. The winning bidder pays for all the impressions his ads get.

For example, let’s say you run an ecommerce company called J&J Shoes. In the past you might’ve spent $500 per month on SEM, but now you want to switch over to SEO, so you decide to bid $1,000 per month on each keyword. You put your ads up on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube and Google, and you start seeing clicks on your ads within days. Within weeks you’ll be pulling in $2,000 a month in new sales.

Now let’s suppose your competitor runs a similar campaign, but their bid is only $300. They put their ads up on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube and Google, and they see their same number of clicks within days. Your competitors' campaign costs them $600 a month. But because you had higher bids, you were able to charge more for your services and you're able to make twice as much revenue from the same amount of clicks.

This is why SEM is about getting traffic quickly and cheaply.

SEO takes longer to implement but will result in a long-term increase in organic traffic.

That’s right – SEO doesn’t involve any actual traffic. What it does is optimize your site and its content so that it ranks well on search engine results pages when people use relevant keywords. SEO is about making sure your page shows up on the first page of search results.

Because SEO requires time and effort to execute properly, you need to commit to building your SEO strategy over months instead of weeks. And while it’s true that SEO results take longer to show up, you’ll ultimately see better results because your site will rank for more keywords and drive more qualified leads.

SEM can cost more than SEO, but it tends to yield better results.

It depends. There are many factors that go into determining whether SEM or SEO is more cost-effective. For instance, if you have a limited budget, SEM can help you bring in new customers more efficiently than SEO. On the other hand, if you already have a lot of free press mentions, you might not see much benefit from SEM.

A good rule of thumb is that if you’re trying to sell a low-priced product or service, you’d likely see more value from SEM. Conversely, if you’re selling an expensive item, SEO would likely give you a bigger bang for your buck.

SEM can generate immediate results, whereas SEO requires a bit more patience.

Both SEM and SEO require planning. You need to know exactly what keywords you want to target and you need to write compelling ad copy. After that, you simply wait.

SEM can lead to instant profits, but SEO takes a little more time.

Unfortunately, there really isn't a silver bullet when it comes to SEM vs. SEO. Both options can work extremely well for you if you know what you’re doing and have done enough research beforehand. If you don’t know how to properly manage both types of campaigns, however, you could end up losing lots of money and wasting tons of time.

To summarize, SEM is about getting visitors to your site quickly and cheaply. SEO is about getting visitors to your site organically, so that your site ranks highly on search engine results pages.

So next time someone says "SEM is about Search Engine Marketing" or "SEO is about Search Engine Optimization," you'll be able to respond appropriately. https://seokingpins.com/

#sem marketing #seo #seo marketing

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pluviophile-imagines · 2 years

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your first date with kuroo tetsuro has turned out to be a certifiable disaster.

you’d never have pegged yourself as an office romance type but it’s difficult not to fall for his horrible laughter and easy teasing. he asks you out after months of mild flirting and your coworkers quietly pushing you together. you agree readily, feeling that it’s perhaps a bit overdue but aware that he’s less confident than he tends to let on.

of course, the disaster comes in when he decides that your interest in him means you expect him to be some rich, suave ceo type. he picks you up in a car that drives too fast for your comfort, takes you to an expensive restaurant that you are far too underdressed for, flaunts his friendships with the men on the teams playing at the volleyball game he’s gotten the two of you tickets for. as the evening goes on it becomes more and more unbearable, and you find yourself yearning for the slightly awkward yet charmingly dorky man you’d agreed to go out with.

it’s a bit of a relief, therefore, that you end up here. he’d offered to introduce you to some of the players and, more in a vain attempt to spend more time with him (because despite how he’s been acting you really do like him) than any concrete interest, you’d agreed. somewhere along the line he’d been roped into a pickup game. now you’re sat on the sidelines with a couple of merch-clad fans who you don’t remember the names of watching your date dive for volleyballs and it’s admittedly the most fun you’ve had all night.

firstly because he’s clearly having fun, and you’re not too put off to admit that it makes you happy to see him like this. his genuine passion for volleyball was one of the things that you found charming in the first place, and it’s particularly sweet to see how much he lights up with every block and spike. it’s not your first time seeing him play—lord knows you became a regular at the company team’s practices just to see him more—yet you’re impressed by how well he’s holding his own even against professionals, and…

well, secondly, it’s a certain kind of attractive to watch a man in a well-tailored suit playing his heart out. you don’t even bother to hide the way you’re biting your lip and ogling his forearms so prominently displayed with his sleeves rolled up like that. his ass looks nice, too, now that it isn’t covered by the jacket currently draped over your shoulders.

it comes to an end too soon; they’d only gone a few rounds. kuroo approaches you with a wide grin on his face and helps you to your feet with a big hand around yours.

“sorry ‘bout that,” he says breathlessly, cheeks still flush from exertion. “thanks for sticking around.”

before you can respond his friends call out in goodbye, and he looks over his shoulder easily as he responds. his hand finds home on the small of your back. for the first time tonight, it actually makes you feel a little warm.

“no worries,” you tell him once his attention is back on you. “i like watching you play.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“even though i’m all gross and sweaty now?”

the light snort you let out is too genuine to be embarrassed about. it makes him grin wider. “yes, even though you’re all gross and sweaty now.”

“hey, look at you, actually having fun. i was starting to think this whole thing was too much of a bust…”

so he had realized you weren’t feeling it. you pause now that the pair of you are far enough down the hall that the people you’ve left behind can neither see nor hear, prompting him to do the same, and raise a hand to cradle his jaw.

“i like you a lot, kuroo. i really do. and i’ve liked you a lot for months. what i don’t like is you pretending you’re someone you’re not because you think it’ll impress me. the guy i fell for was who i saw playing volleyball with his friends tonight, not the one who picked me up in that insane car and took me to that gaudy restaurant. you get what i’m saying?”

kuroo doesn’t respond for a moment. he just stands there, staring at you, seemingly a little dazed as one heartbeat passes and then another, but then he nods.

“yeah. yeah, i do. thank you for telling me.”

you lean up to press a kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “good. now, uh… you wanna go get some ice cream or something?”

“sure!” it’s fast, a little rushed, and you giggle at his eagerness. it makes him flush again, this time surely not from his unexpected workout. his hand finds its place on the small of your back again and he gestures down the hall. “there’s a place nearby run by this old couple i’ve been going to since i was in high school. i’ll introduce you, if you promise not to be weirded out by how excited they’ll be that i brought a date.”

“i swear i won’t,” you tell him seriously, earning a cheeky grin.

“the car’s not mine, by the way,” he adds on suddenly. “i borrowed it from a friend.”

“oh? somehow that doesn’t surprise me. you seem like the mini van type.”

kuroo lets out an exaggerated gasp. “the mini van type? i resent that remark. i’ll have you know i’m the ‘still drives the old coupe he inherited from his father at 20 years old because it still works fine and he’s too attached to it’ type.”

you bite your lip, trying to resist the urge to laugh and push down the surge of affection that swells up in you at the admission. he doesn’t miss your reaction, moving in closer and sliding his hand along to wrap around the side of your waist.

“what?”

“you’re adorable,” you tell him effortlessly, a little impressed with yourself by the ease with which you get it out.

“hey! that’s my line.” he sounds genuinely affronted, and he’s pouting at you, which makes you laugh even harder.

“you can say it, too. nobody’s stopping you.”

“okay. you’re adorable.” he glances down at you with a soft, sweet smile. “i might just have to kiss you when i drop you off at your house.”

that gets you flustered, cheeks warming as your laughter peeters off and you avert your eye. but you lean in closer to him despite it, tuck your shoulder in beneath his arm, and manage to respond giddily.

“keep this up and i might just have to let you.”

#kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #me screaming at the top of my lungs: KUROO IS A DORK LET HIM BE AWKWARD AND SWEET AND CHARMING #char.🌧 kuroo #mine.🌧#this is inspired by that official art of him in a suit diving for a volleyball bc #jesus christ that was so hot #also this was supposed to be 500 words and is Twice that #big f #in the words of my friend its still a drabble if i believe hard enough #KJHASBDFJHKB

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Osa’s 500 follower event: TWST mix-and-match it!

Hey guys!! I decided to do a TWST mix-and-match-it fic event to celebrate our 500 followers!! I will be taking 5 requests in total (perhaps more, if I get enough), each of them probably being 1k-3k words or so, so send those asks in!!!! I will guarantee that the first 3 requests submitted will be chosen :))) ive also left a detailed description of what these requests entail, so hopefully, there won’t be any confusion. Edit: please also make sure you put that your ask is addressed to osa bc she is the confused one actually (by fault of her own)

note: all fics will be reader-insert with you/yours/they pronouns used for the reader, and any angst will have a resolution.

Below, I’ve provided a list of dialogue prompts (DP), a list of things (T), and a list of tropes and conflict prompts (CON). In addition, I’ve also specified which characters I will be writing for. In each fic, there will be one main love interest (LI), and between 1-3 other characters (SC) that interact with the reader/LI throughout the fic.

To submit a request, you must choose at least two from dialogue prompts, things, and tropes for me to work with. This is where the mixing and matching comes in! I’ve come up with some interesting prompts, so I’m hoping you won’t have too terrible of a time choosing.

To make things simpler, everything is coded by an abbreviation and a number. For example, if you chose Lipstick (14) from the Things (T) category, it would be abbreviated as T14.

You also must select one love interest, and if you’d like, 1-3 supporting characters for me to add.

Here would be an example of a request:

DP13, CON20, LI Floyd, SC Ortho, Azul, Ace

Here’s a key to the abbreviations:

DP: dialogue prompt

T: things

CON: tropes and conflict prompts

LI: love interest

SC: side character

And now, onto the lists!!!

*note: crossed off items that may no longer be used

DIALOGUE PROMPT (DP)

1. “You know he’s in love with you, right?”

2. “How’s a taste of your own medicine?”

3. “I feel like this was supposed to be the other way around.”

4. “Yeah, about what I said before....”

5. “That sounds like a terrible plan. What time?”

6. “You’d better watch your mouth.”

7. “Shocker.”

8. “Y’know, that sounded a lot better in my head.”

9. “You’re kind of beautiful, actually.”

10. “I’m kind of an acquired taste.”

11. “I don’t care where you’re going, just take me with you.”

12. “Could you shut up and listen for one second?”

13. “Hear me out.” “Absolutely not.”

14. “I know what everyone says about me. It’s not true.”

15. “I’m not stupid.”

16. “Say that again, but slower.”

17. “Wishes are for people who don’t know how to make things happen themselves.”

18. “Are you crying?”

19. “You should’ve told me sooner.”

20. “In all honesty, I didn’t think I’d make it this far.”

THINGS (T)

1. Tarot cards

2. bubbling, pink potion

3. book from the library with a page torn out

4. magic broom

5. bouquet of assorted flowers

6. love letter

7. Stray animal

8. opaque water bottle

9. missing button

10. record player

11. Wedding dress

12. Seashells

13. Pain medication

14. Lipstick

15. Violin

16. Fish bowl

17. Wishing well

18. venomous snake

19. Stuffed animal

20. Journal

CONFLICTS AND TROPES (CON)

1. Miscommunication

2. Unrequited love

3. Enemies/rivals to lovers

4. Wiping away tears

5. Locked in a room together

6. Hidden feelings

7. Argument

8. Injury

9. Accidental partners/teammates

10. Taking care of a child

11. Tutoring

12. Mutual pining

13. Slow dance

14. Night swim

15. Overhearing something you shouldn’t have

16. Valentine’s Day

17. Love at first sight

18. Out of his league

19. Secret identity

20. Winning/losing a bet

LOVE INTEREST (LI)

- any NRC student, except Ortho

- chose one (required)

-I’m going to assume it’s romantic, but I can make it platonic upon request :))

*edit: the following characters may no longer be used, since they have been requested at least twice: Ace, Jamil

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS (SC)

- optional, up to 3

- any NRC student, including Grim and/or Ortho

Once again, you must submit at least two from DP, T, and CON (you can submit three if you’d like), one LI, and an optional SC, up to three characters.

Happy asking!!!!

#osapost #requests open #reqs open #twst #twisted wonderland #x reader #reader insert #gn reader

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verytalented · 2 years

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Ask/Request List

Last updated: 3/26/22

Genres: Smut / fluff/ Angst /hardcore smut

Words Count - Short:500 Medium:1500 Long:2300

A/N: when requesting please tell me if you want y/n to be male, female, and if they are a dom or a sub. You can only use up to five Quotes. Also, I did all the quotes by myself so do not reblog this. If you see anyone reblog this let me know this took a lot of work.

MasterList <— To see what groups I do.

Quotes

1. "Just Like that"

2. "Now why would I do that"

3. "tell me what to do"

4. "I won’t think twice”

5. "Maybe Later”

6. "Maybe something else can cheer you up”

7. "I hate you”

8. "You make me crazy”

9. "Don’t look at me like that”

10. "Well, you have my attention”

11. "I’ll treat you right”

12. "Anything is possible”

13. "You're such a brat”

14. "You bitch”

15. "Come on it’ll will be fun”

16. "I didn’t mean to make you cry”

17. "You’re so pretty”

18. "I didn’t mean it to end this way”

19. "I’m yours”

20. "Fuck you”

21. "I wonder”

22. "Do I even matter to you”

23. "Why do you care”

24. "Every day you’re on my mind”

25. "That’s it”

26. "Quite down, I don’t want them to hear you”

27. "Right there”

28. "Fuck”

29. "Oh please”.

30. "Use me”

31. "Let me know what you want”

32. "Please”

33. "Come here baby”

34. "Say you love me”

35. "Just be honest with me”

36. "How was I supposed to know"

37. "I don't want to lose you"

38. "Look at me "

39. "Stuff like that gives me butterflies"

40. "You can't be for real”

41. "I know what I said”

42. "You make me so happy”

43. "Is it got in here or is it just me"

44. "Tell me what you want”

45. "I want to make you feel good”

46. "Just be careful”

47. "Your wish is my command”

48. "I love it when you smile”

49. "Is this what you want”

50. "You like that”

51. “Please I want you”

52. “Lick it”

53. “You give me anything I want”

54. “I can make you scream all night long”

55. “I love you”

56. “You're making such a mess”

57. “You’re so good to me”

58. “Oh, baby I’m going in”

59. "You have such pretty lips."

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avengers-age-of-fanfics · 3 years

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just for you, honeybee (4/?)

pairings: steve rogers x fem!reader (platonic), bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: characters death, swearing, flirting with colonel phillips, guns, plane crash

word count: 4,327

a/n: holy crap this one is long! i really enjoyed writing this chapter just because i got to watch CA:TFA all over again and i cried like a little baby. hope you guys enjoy this! btw, next chapter is going to be very short - probably the shortest one yet, just a heads up!

“Johann Schmidt belongs in a bughouse,” Colonel Phillips started, “he thinks he’s a god and he’s willing to blow up half the world to prove it, starting with the U.S.A.”

You tensed up next to Steve as Howard moved behind you, taking a seat to your right, “Schmidt’s working with powers beyond our capabilities. He gets across the Atlantic, he will wipe out the entire Eastern Seaboard in an hour.”

Peggy’s eyes met yours before they drifted to Steve who tossed a pile of papers on the table in front of him. One of the Howling Commandos spoke up, “how much time we got?”

Colonel Phillips sorted through some files, “according to my new best friend, under 24 hours.”

You spoke up, “where is he now?”

The Colonel presented the group with a photo, “Hydra’s last base is here. In the Alps, 500 feet below the surface.”

Another Howling Commando spoke up, “so what are we supposed to do? I mean, it’s not like we can just knock on the front door.”

“Why not?” And just like that, Steve captured everyone’s attention in the room, including yours. You knew this was going to be a suicide mission, especially if he continued with this idea, “that’s exactly what we’re gonna do.”

Everyone looked at Steve with wide eyes, except for you and Peggy. Schmidt was in for a rude awakening.

Grabbing a motorcycle alongside Steve, the two of you headed into the snowy forest towards the base. Glancing over at Steve, you noticed he kept the design on the shield, joy sparking in your chest, “you kept it!”

Steve barely heard you over the sound of the motorcycles but he smiled, “not too shabby for your first Captain America design.”

You chuckled, about to respond until you glanced back, seeing six motorcycles behind you, “we got company, Cap!”

Quickly swerving back and forth to avoid whatever-the-hell they were shooting at you, Cap glanced back once more before he pushed a button on the pad attached to his motorcycle, two hooks with strings attached latching onto two trees. Right away, two guys on motorcycles failed to avoid the trap, sending them flying forward.

Cap yelled over to you, “get next to me!”

Speeding up a bit on your bike, you ended up next to Steve as he pressed another button, fire immediately covering two of the cyclists. You gave Steve a look, “that was so badass!”

On your left, you saw two Hydra motorcycles race ahead of you before you looked to Steve, “I got an idea! Move quickly!” Racing ahead, you quickly picked a pin from their motorcycles, making sure Steve was nowhere near them. Looking back, you sent a smirk his way as he sped up next to you, hearing and feeling the explosion of the motorcycles.

Riding towards the base, a tank was placed right before the entrance. Steve yelled, “stay right behind me,” just as the tank started shooting at you. Racing behind Cap, you both saw the tank explode as Steve shot at it from his motorcycle, riding up the cement barrier of the base.

Jumping over the barriers with your bikes, both you and Steve were met with Hydra soldiers with guns pointed right at you. Continuing your ride, you saw Steve jump off his, watching it explode the first wall of the base. Riding through the base, you quickly took down any soldier in your way, shooting them with your new best friend – StG 44.

Running a few fellas over with your bike, you looked over at Steve who was taking multiple soldiers down with the shield. Turning your attention back towards the fight, you continued to take down more men – but you noticed their numbers were growing bigger by the second.

In a spare glance, you turned to Steve who was now surrounded by two men holding flamethrowers, making it unable for him to move. You came to a stop, noticing a line of men pointing their guns at you. With a sigh, you hopped off your bike – but not before shooting one more guy by your feet.

You saw Cap look around for you worriedly until he met your eyes; you nodded at him, telling him to not put up a fight, at least not yet. He nodded back, allowing the Hydra soldiers to take both your weapons and leading you down the halls of the base and into a room that had it not hold one of the world’s most dangerous men, you’d say it had a beautiful view.

You and Steve stopped side-by-side with the Hydra soldiers as Johann Schmidt started talking, “arrogance may not be a uniquely American trait, but I must say, you do it better than anybody.”

This was not what you expected Johann Schmidt to look like.

He glanced at you, “seems you have no limits, Captain, bringing a woman into this.”

You glared at the red-faced monster, “I came here on my own accord, just to clarify, Schmidt.”

Johann hummed as he turned away from you, “however, even you have limits as to what you can do, Captain. Or did Erskine tell you otherwise?”

Steve spoke up beside you, “he told me you were insane.”

Schmidt seemed unsurprised, looking down to the floor and back to Steve, “ah…he resented my genius and tried to deny what was rightfully mine. But he gave you everything. So, what made you so special?”

Steve chuckled, “nothin’. I’m just a kid from Brooklyn.”

Schmidt turned to you, “how about you, little one? What makes you so special?”

You swallowed thickly, “good looks?”

You nor Steve really aren’t sure what exactly set Johann off, but a switch had flipped, and his face grew into a frown before he slapped you across the face twice, doing the same to Cap while also kneeing him in the stomach. Both you and Steve were put on your knees as all three of you breathed heavily.

With a slight grin, Steve looked up at Johann, “I can do this all day.”

Johann was not amused, “oh, of course you can, of course.” He paused before he continued, pulling a gun out from the side of his uniform, “but unfortunately, I am on a tight schedule.” He pointed the gun to Steve’s head just as the Howling Commandos began to zip line towards the base.

You growled towards Schmidt, “so are we.”

Once Schmidt realized what was happening, you and Steve quickly grabbed the guards behind you, pulling them in front as Johann fired his gun at them, their bodies disappearing in thin air. You gave Steve a look as the Howling Commandos flew in through the windows, firing at the enemy as Schmidt took off.

Quickly getting up off your feet, you scurried towards the hall where Schmidt took off, a Howling Commando yelling behind you, “Rogers! You might need this!”

Hearing the shield pass through the air, you knew Steve caught it as he yelled back, “thanks,” then hearing his footsteps take after yours.

Hydra troops marched down the halls of the base, guns ready to fire at any moment. With your heightened sense of hearing, you knew the rest of the platoon was taking over the Hydra base, gunfire slowly taking over your senses. Explosions filled the base as smoke and fire entered your senses; Steve ran beside you, sensing the same things.

You saw Schmidt turn down a corridor, yelling over to Steve, “this way!” Quickly, Schmidt retaliated, sending bolts of his gun your way, making you narrowly avoid being disintegrated. Steve ran beside you, shield blocking the gunfire as you chased after the madman.

With a lucky throw, Steve threw the shield, catching it between metal doors where Schmidt narrowly escaped. Cap let out a sigh, rushing towards the shield as you quirked an eyebrow, “lucky throw?”

Before he could answer, a Hydra Agent came around the corner with two flamethrowers, making Steve push you against the wall as he ran opposite of you; you both were trapped as fire encapsulated your vision. Glancing towards the fire welder, you tried coming up with a plan before, lo and behold, Peggy Carter shot at the man, his flaming body falling to the ground.

Both you and Steve looked around the corner, spotting Peggy as soldiers ran by; Steve smirked at Peg, “you’re late.”

Your eyes shifted towards the ceiling as you tried to avoid the awkward moment; Peggy spoke up, “weren’t you about to –“ Steve nodded, “right, yeah – y/n.” With that, you and Steve took off towards the door where the shield held its place. Grabbing your hand, Steve pulled the shield and quickly took off.

You spotted men from the 107th shooting at the giant airship, Hydra agents lying about the floor. Turning to Steve, who was a few steps behind you, you nodded your head, “we got a problem.” The ship’s engines had already started, and it seemed Schmidt was, understandably, in a rush to complete his plan. The ship turned, wheels screeching against the floor as you and Cap slowed down, watching it slowly make its way to the exit.

Steve glanced around, watching as Hydra forces and your own fought one another. With a nod towards you, both you and Steve took off, running headfirst into battle, making sure to avoid trouble along the way; that, and, well, Steve also wanted to get some hits in.

You noticed where Cap was headed as you two ran in battle, “how do you plan on fitting us both on that?”

Steve glanced back at you, “think you can hold on, kid?”

You grumbled, “yeah! But I’m literally older than you by like, 4 months…”

Quickly, Steve jumped over huddled bodies until he reached a box of supplies lying right beneath a chain; with a jump, Steve latched onto the chain as you skipped a step, latching onto his waist mid-flight. Reaching a safe zone, you jumped first, meeting Steve in a mid-run as you headed towards the ship Johann Schmidt was currently about to fly.

You and Steve ran beside one another, pushing to reach Schmidt even as fire from the engines burnt your face. You yelled over to Steve, “c’mon, Steve! We’re – we’re almost there!” Your last sentence turned into a scream, your body yelling at you for pushing itself to the limits.

The fans from the ship sped up as you and Steve struggled to catch up with Schmidt, your hopes slowly fading as he seemed to get further and further away. Steve pulled you to a slow jog, about to crash until Peggy Carter and Colonel Phillips pulled up beside you in one of Schmidt’s cars.

Colonel Phillips yelled at you both, “get in!” Before you even settled down beside the Colonel and Steve beside Peggy, you took off, hair flying behind you. You turned to the Colonel with a smirk on your face, “nice ride, Phillips!”

The Colonel glanced a look at you as he sped up, “figured I might keep this once we’re done here!” You let out a laugh that soon died off as you recognized the light from the sun and a runway – right where Schmidt currently was.

You looked to the Colonel, a worried look on your face, as he pressed a button beside the steering wheel; right away, the car you were seated in blasted off, hair wildly being thrown behind you as the Colonel grasped onto the wheel. You held onto the door handle, eyes wide as you were reaching the ship, “remind me to never drive with you again, Colonel!”

With shaky legs, you began standing up as Steve did the same mid-ride, reaching the back end of the ship. You and Steve yelled to the Colonel, “keep it steady!”

Peggy shouted over the sounds of the ship and car engines, “wait!” Steve looked back to Peggy as she pulled him into a kiss.

You looked to the Colonel with a shrug; he shook his head at you, “I ain’t kissin’ you!” You gave a laugh as you blew him a kiss, leaning on the hood of the car to avoid getting chopped up by the propellers on the ship. Steve followed right behind you, shield meeting the propellers only once, sparks flying.

You glanced at Steve quickly before you jumped towards the ship’s wheel, grabbing onto the metal support beam as Steve flew right below you, catching onto the lasting part of the wheel. Looking down, you tried steadying your breath as you realized how high up you were; grasping Steve’s hand, you pulled him up alongside you as the wheel you two stood on was slowly pulled into the ship.

With a shaky hand, you reached into your shirt and grabbed Bucky’s dog tags, holding them tight against your scolding skin, even though it was blistering cold in the Alps.

Once inside the lower level of the ship, you and Steve quietly made your way along the metal floors, looking below you as you saw a horrifying sight; bombs with names of major cities written on them, including Chicago and New York.

With a slight gasp, you turned to Steve who looked just as distraught as you were. As his eyes met the New York bomb, footsteps echoed above you, Hydra agents making their ways across the metal landings. With stealth, Steve jumped up, grabbing onto the railing, and kicking an agent over the ledge. Jumping just as high, you landed on the landing and met with the remaining three agents.

With a slight run, you met one agent halfway as he immediately threw a punch your way. You narrowly avoided it, ducking to the side and elbowing him in the face, hearing a nice crunch beneath your elbow. Steve made his way around you, kicking another agent in the chest as he flew backwards. Kicking your opponent over the ledge, you grabbed a knife holstered onto your thigh and threw it at the third and final agent running away, hiding him in the back of the neck; with a grunt, he fell against the side of the landing.

Somehow, Steve’s agent escaped during a quick moment of distraction, climbing on top of the Chicago bomb. Cap ran towards the control panel, pressing the red escape button before the poor guy could even make it inside the capsule, hearing him scream as he fell thousands of feet.

You took a quick breath, “I don’t feel guilty about that…is that bad?”

Steve shrugged, “I – I don’t think so…no, yeah, no, definitely not.”

Less than a second later, two Hydra agents ambushed you and Steve, punching you in the side as you let out a grunt. Avoiding another punch, you grabbed a knife from your thigh and stabbed your opponent in the chest, flipping him over just for good measure. Steve had already disposed of his guy as you kicked yours down towards the opening where Steve’s own guy had just gone down.

You wiped off the blood from your knife on your suit as Steve grimaced, “what, waste a perfectly good knife? Sorry I don’t have a shield, Stevie.”

Steve just shivered, “that’s just…gross, y/n.”

You rolled your eyes, “so overdramatic. C’mon, let’s go.”

Before you could continue on within the ship, however, Steve and you heard someone get into one of the bombs, closing the lid. Steve immediately jumped onto the window, another agent jumping on top of him. Without thinking, you threw your knife at the agent, hitting him in the shoulder as the bomb, along with Steve on it, dropped into the sky.

You screamed, “Steve! No – no!”

Grabbing at your hair, you held back tears as you watched Steve fly around, narrowly avoiding the tiny ship’s propellers. With careful steps, you saw the scene unfold as the agent you had stabbed was shoved into the propellers, blood flowing from the sky; you gagged, “jesus, Steve – that was disgusting.”

Stepping away from the platform, you trusted Steve and continued your way through the ship, trying to find Schmidt. Grabbing Cap’s shield from where it had been discarded before the bomb was dropped, you made your way to the cockpit where you realized it was quiet – too quiet.

At some point, you felt the ship shake and loud bangs filled the air as you hoped it was Steve – back in one piece. Slowly walking down the stairs, the shield protecting you, you quietly walked upon the metal grates of the ship until reaching the pilot’s seat; leaning to the side, you realized Schmidt was no longer there.

“What the –“ Before you could finish, you heard the sounds of a gun preparing to fire, and in a split second, you used the shield to protect yourself from Schmidt’s laser, the shot hitting the window of the ship.

Harsh winds forced itself into the ship, your hair blowing wildly as Schmidt stood before you, “you don’t give up, do you? Where’s Mr. Rogers, little one?”

Just then, Steve decided to make his grand entrance as you glared at Schmidt, “kids from Brooklyn aren’t exactly known for givin’ up, Johann.” With a flick of your arm, you threw the shield to Steve as Schmidt fired, forcing you to jump to the side. Steve caught the shield, blocking another hit from Schmidt’s laser as it hit the window again.

Cap ran towards Schmidt, blocking more hits as he fought with the red-skulled man, avoiding yet also receiving some hits. Once Cap was kicked to the ground, you jumped behind Schmidt, kicking his hind legs and kneeing his lower spine, hearing him grunt in pain in response. Steve stood up, pushing Schmidt against a wall before being slammed to the ground.

You ran towards Johann, arm going around his neck, choking him as he tried grabbing at anything for leverage. With a quick glance to the table lying in the middle of the room, glowing blue, you threw yourself on top of it, pulling Schmidt with you and onto the floor. Steve had then pulled Schmidt up, hitting him with his shield until Schmidt fought back, hitting Cap with his own weapon before Steve headbutted him.

Steve leaned back before he grabbed onto Schmidt’s uniform, throwing him towards the pilot seat, sparks immediately flying through the air. With a yell, you realized the ship was tipped downwards, heading straight towards, what looked like, an icy landscape. Flying to the ceiling alongside Schmidt and Steve, you flew towards Johann, punching him in the stomach as he did you, trying to gain some type of balance.

As the three of you fought in the air, you gave your best kicks and punches, watching Steve be thrown to the side of the ship. In the short time, Schmidt flew over and pulled up the steering stick of the ship, pressing a few buttons as you all three fell to the floor, the ship back to normal altitude.

Landing on the metal grates harshly, you groaned as Steve stood up, pulling you alongside him as he held his shield in front of you both. Schmidt turned towards you, gun in hand as he stumbled down the stairs, “you could have the power of the gods! Both of you!”

Schmidt shot towards you and Steve as you ducked, feeling the heat of the gunfire pass over your head, “yet you wear a flag on your chest, and think you fight a battle of nations!” He kept firing at you, Steve pulling you along as Schmidt continued, “I have seen the future, Captain, little one! There are no flags!”

Another shot fired over your head as Steve analyzed his next steps, yelling back, “not my future!” Leaping forward, Steve rolled and protected himself from another shot from Schmidt as you kneeled by the side, ready to step in.

With a grunt, Steve threw the shield at Johann, forcing him to hit the glowing table, the item inside slowly coming out of its container. You narrowed your eyes, “what the hell is that?” Its bright light captured your attention as Schmidt stood beside it, “what have you done?”

The bright blue box was now outside its container, off to the side from the force of Johann’s body; Schmidt grabbed it, and after a few seconds, bright lights flew around the ship and the universe seemed to open up above him. Your brain could not comprehend what you were seeing – millions of stars and planets littered the space above as Schmidt stood below, arms beside him as he looked up.

Slowly, Schmidt’s body began to deteriorate, his screams of pain echoing throughout the ship, rainbow flashes coloring your vision as both you and Steve looked away. Then, in a split second, the blue cube fell to the ground and Schmidt was gone.

You looked at Cap, “what…what just happened?”

Steve shook his head, leaning down to grab his shield before nodding towards the pilot’s seat, “we gotta figure this out.”

Sitting beside him as co-pilot, you turned on the radio as Steve tried to figure out how exactly to land the aircraft. He looked down at the map, noticing the ship was on its way to New York. Looking at one another, you pressed on the intercom button beside you, “come in! This is y/n l/n, alongside Captain Rogers. Do you read me?”

Right away, someone responded, “Y/N, L/N, what is your –“

Quickly, Peggy interrupted him, “y/n! Is that you? Is Steve with you? Are you both alright?”

You sighed at the sound of Peggy’s voice as Steve smiled, “Peggy! Schmidt’s dead and – and –“

Peggy calmed you down, “what about the plane?”

You looked to Steve for help as he talked for you, “that’s a little bit tougher to explain.” You raised an eyebrow at Steve as you grasped onto Bucky’s dog tags around your neck, trying to help the conversation. Peggy continued, “give me your coordinates, I’ll find you a safe landing site.”

With solemn eyes, you looked at Steve who was trying his best to possibly fix something, anything, “there’s not gonna be a safe landing…but I can try and force it down.”

Peggy stumbled, “I – I’ll get Howard on the line. He’ll know what to do.”

Steve shouted back, “there’s not enough time. This thing’s moving too fast and it’s heading for New York.”

The sky ahead of you looked beautiful. It was orange, mixed with bits of yellow and blue. Your nose had grown quite cold and your hair whipped your face as you still grasped onto the dog tags.

Steve breathed heavily, “I gotta put her in the water.”

You knew this was coming. You just knew it.

Peggy responded, “please, don’t do this. We have time. We can work it out.”

You called out to Peggy, “Peg…we’re in the middle of nowhere. If we wait any longer, a lot of people are going to die.” Steve glanced at you with worry in his eyes; you nodded to him as he continued, “Peggy… this is our choice. We’re okay.”

Steve reached into his pocket, pulling out a compass with a picture of Peg in the middle of it, placing it on one of the meters. With a grunt, Steve pushed the level down, the airship leaning towards the ocean in no time. You looked at Steve, your heart racing as tears raced your cheeks; not in fear, but in sadness.

Sadness that you never got to have your dance with Bucky at your wedding, nor see his smile once again or feel his lips against your own. You wouldn’t get to hear his gravelly voice in the morning right after a good night’s sleep, or get to hold his hand as he pulled you along at fairs. You wouldn’t be able to smell him or feel his hair against your fingertips as he cuddled into your chest. You wouldn’t be able to be with him before you died.

The altitude was dropping fast and Steve continued to look at the picture of Peggy, the sun glaring in his eyes, “Peggy?”

With a whisper, Peggy responded, “I’m here.”

Steve stared at the glaciers that were coming into view, “I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.”

Your lips quivered as the glaciers came closer and closer to you. Peggy let her tears fall as she whispered back, “all right. A week, next Saturday, at the Stork Club. And I expect you there, too, y/n. You hear me?”

You and Steve let out a breath as Steve responded, “you got it.” Steve reached beside himself and grabbed for your hand, holding it tightly. The tears came faster as did the glaciers and the cold water.

Peggy continued, “8 o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late. You two understand?”

You swallowed, tears clouding your vision, “yes ma’am.”

Steve stared at the oncoming landscape, “you know, I still don’t know how to dance.”

Peggy whispered as Steve’s hand gripped yours tight, “I’ll show you how. Just be there.”

Steve had his own tears running down his cheeks as you sobbed quietly, hand gripping his tight, “we’ll have the band play something slow.”

Steve turned back towards you, eyes sad as he saw your cheeks, “I am so sorry, honeybee. I’m so sorry.”

With your remaining hand, you held onto Bucky’s dog tags tightly, alongside Steve’s hand, as he turned back to the radio, “I’d hate to step on your…”

The last thing you saw was your James Barnes standing right in front of you, arms wide as he yelled, “my honeybee! There she is – looking gorgeous as ever, honey.” With a kiss to your lips, it almost felt real as you responded, “hi, Jamie.”

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years

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𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑆/𝑂 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝐷𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Bonus naggy mom disclaimer: Everyone please drink responsibly, alcohol can seriously mess up your five senses and you'll be hating yourself in the morning when you're hungover and remember all the dumb shit you did. And especially don't drink and drive, if you plan to drink, be sure to have a responsible designated driver or call an Uber, taxi, Lyft, etc.

✧𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰✧

You opened your eyes, the slight light coming from the slit of the curtains hurting your eyesight. You tried lifting your head, but ultimately failed as a killer headache took over. You groaned and fell back on the pillow.

"Maybe now you'll think twice before doing something stupid like, oh... I don't know? Hmm... getting wasted at a sketchy bar and then roaming around the streets alone!"

You didn't even notice Hongjoong was in the room till his nagging made you aware of his presence.

"Don't yell at me! My head hurts!" You exclaimed, clutching your head.

Hongjoong shook his head in disapproval as he reached over and poured you a glass of water. He wasn't actually mad at you. He was just panicked so much last night when he couldn't find you anywhere, thinking about all the things that could happen to you, if they didn't already. He was actually relieved to find you all in one piece.

"Here. I'll go make you something for your hangover." Hongjoong handed you the glass of water along the some painkillers before heading out to the kitchen.

"I love you Joongie." You called out, knowing full well he wasn't mad at you, just worried.

"Of course you do. Who else would put up with your crazy antics?"

You laughed at his usual way of saying he loved and adored you as well.

✧𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪✧

"I don't wanna go home!" You whined as you tried to break your hand away from Seonghwa's grip, who was currently dragging you through the parking lot.

"I never asked for your opinion and frankly right now I don't care." He replied, turning around and proceeding to lift you up and carry you into the car.

"You're so mean Park Seonghwa! Never letting me have fun." You said as you tried slapping his hands away as he strapped you into the seat.

"I let you have fun.... safe and wholesome fun. Not this kind of rowdy fun that ends with you complaining the next day." Seonghwa sighed trying not to hurt you.

"I never complain!" You protested.

Seonghwa smirked.

"Oh no? Let's see if that's true tomorrow."

He knew it was all bullshit. Tomorrow you'd be running your mouth, cursing yourself for drinking so much and he'd still be there taking care of you because he loves you and he's a sucker for you..... also to tell you he was right all along.

✧𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸✧

Yunho was seriously regretting taking you to this club. He should have known that since you were tinier than him and Mingi, obviously your alcohol intake would be much lower than theirs. Mingi didn't help either, he kept pushing drinks to you even after Yunho told him to stop.

"Lighten up Yunho, when did you become such a boring stick in the mud?" Mingi complained.

"When I started dating, like seriously dating, not like you who just hook up with random people." Yunho couldn't help but take a jab at his friend.

Yunho decided to go outside to cool down for a bit, not wanting to make the situation more tense and to not lose his temper. He came back inside once he was calm and was scared when he couldn't find you.

"Where's Y/N?" He looked over to Mingi.

Mingi just snorted as he pointed to where you were and Yunho was speechless when he saw you on top of a table, dancing wildly as you tried to take your shirt off.

"Ok! I think it's time to go home!" Yunho pulled you off the table and covered you up in his jacket.

"But why? Don't you like it when I strip for you?" You teased him, almost stumbling back when you tried to walk.

"Baby trust me, I do enjoy it...when there's not like 500 people looking. Now come on, I'm taking you home."

✧𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰✧

You woke up and the first thing you saw was Yeosang staring at you with a sly smirk on his face.

"How's my baby feeling?" He couldn't hold back the snort in his voice.

"Don't. Fucking. Start." Your threat wasn't menacing enough as you fell back into the couch when you tried to get up.

"Seriously? You couldn't even take me to the bedroom?" You whined.

"Bathroom is closer in the living room, which actually, you spent a lot of time in, puking your guts out and I helped you out." Yeosang replied proudly as if he did something extraordinary.

"Go away if you're going to be like that, I'm not feeling good." You groaned and plopped a cushion over your head.

Yeosang pouted and gently patted your tush.

"Aww come on baby, you know I'm only playing. How about I go make you something to help you? Hmm?"

You nodded softly and Yeosang melted at how cute you were, and went to the kitchen to make you food.....but since he was also a little shit, he made it a point to make as much noise as possible just to annoy you.

"Kang fucking Yeosang! Stop making so much noise! My head is going to burst!" You screeched.

✧𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷✧

"Ok there we go."

San struggled a bit due to you squirming around, but he finally managed to get you tucked in bed. Your drunk self had other plans though and grabbed him by his belt loops.

"Sannieee....." You whined.

"What?" He asked, trying to stop your hands from wandering too far.

You giggled softly before saying:

"Please fuck me."

San blushed slightly and chuckled.

"Baby as much as I'd love to, you're too drunk and about to pass out anytime. I'm not going to take advantage of you in your condition. I love and respect you too much to do that."

You became emotional at his words and actually started crying. San became flustered.

"No please don't cry sweetheart! You're going to make me cry and we can't have that." San bent down and started trying to calm you down, stroking your hair and kissing your cheeks.

"I just can't believe you actually said that. You love me so much to-"

You didn't get to finish as you passed out immediately.

"There it is. You see? Told you you'd pass out."

San couldn't get mad as you were hilariously cute whenever you got wasted.

✧𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲✧

Mingi stood staring at the people in front of him: San, Wooyoung and Yunho just sat silently in the living room, while Yeosang held a totally drunk you up.

Mingi sighed.

"You know....when I said keep Y/N company....I didn't mean get them wasted!" His voice boomed through the living room.

"Ok...true...but look on the bright side.... at least it was in your house and not some club or bar...right?" Wooyoung tried reasoning with him.

Mingi was so furious at them, he actually began scolding them, adding a few insults to reprimand them for dragging you, his innocent and pure baby, into their reckless behavior.

"Mingi..." You tapped on his arm for the 20th time.

"Not now sweety, I'm not finished yet." He shrugged you off.

"Mingi I think I'm gonna-" You clutched your stomach in pain.

Mingi immediately scooped you up in his arms and rushed you to the bathroom where thankfully, he got there in time so you could throw up in the toilet.

"It's ok sweetheart, let it all out." Mingi said as he held your hair up.

Once he was done taking care of you and putting you to bed, he was going to cut off the other's heads for this.

✧𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰✧

"Wooyoung! I think I'm dead!" You called out to him, who was currently in the bathroom.

"You're talking though." He responded.

"Yeah I know! But I'm dead!"

You pressed your face into the pillow, feeling like shit and wanting to die.

"So am I speaking to your ghost?" Wooyoung let out his high pitched laughing.

"Shut the fuck up Wooyoung! This is all your fault!" You screeched.

"How is it my fault?!" He popped his head out the bathroom.

"You're the bad influence! You were there last night repeating 'Another shot! Another shot!' and you kept at it till I swallowed the entire bottle!" You accused him.

"I did no such thing!" He said as he came into the room.

"Oh sure. Now you don't remember! Fuck you." You huffed and covered yourself in the blankets.

Wooyoung snorted and sat down next to you, gently rubbing you through the blanket.

"Come on baby, you know you're not mad at me. After all, who's going to make sure you're taken care of in your state?" He cooed softly.

You peaked out from the blanket.

"Are you really going to be the sweet boyfriend you are and take care of me?"

"Nope. I'm calling Seonghwa to come over and deal with your hungover ass." He laughed and backed away when he felt you shift.

"Jung Wooyoung!" You screamed as you threw the pillow at him.

✧𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸✧

Jongho was really holding back only cause you were drunk and you were in front of a lot of people, but you made it really hard cause you kept clinging to him and kissing him randomly. You always did get touchy whenever you got drunk

"Jongho?" You pouted at him.

"What?" He sighed, knowing you were going to say the same thing you've been saying the past 15 minutes.

"I love you." You said as your lips began attacking his neck.

Jongho tried to gently pull you off him, embarrassed that his Hyungs were snickering and laughing at his flustered state.

"Sweetheart could you maybe control yourself?" Jongho groaned when he felt you start to bite at his neck.

"Jongho! This was supposed to be a family friendly get together, not a spot for you two to get kinky." Wooyoung teased him, as Yunho and Mingi pretended to be making out just to piss him off.

Jongho had enough. He told them if they continued, he'd break their necks like one of his many apple victims. He then detached himself from you and picked you up to take you home.

"Enjoy this time while you can Y/N, cause tomorrow I'm making sure you understand why you shouldn't pull stuff like that in front of others."

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Sorry that I lost our love

Pairing: Din Djarin x Ex-Mandalorian Reader Warnings: Not so vague allusions to sex, Star Wars cursing, actual cursing, violence (more than canon-typical imo), angst peppered throughout, angst ending Word Count: 4.2k (because I can’t write short things to save my life) Notes: If you think I should add anything else as a warning, let me know. I wrote this in an inspired rush and it was 3:30am by the time I finished this. Also please let me know if there’s any stray she/her’s that refer to the reader or anything that describes reader in any way. Thank you!

Summary: A Mandalorian lands on Tatooine and you would like nothing more than to dig a hole and hide in it until he leaves. Too bad you work for Peli Motto and have no choice in the matter. Thankfully he leaves for a bounty but of course that’s when things go sideways.

Sequel with less angst

The armor was new, all silver beskar but you would recognize that stance anywhere. You had grown up learning everything about him and vice-versa. There was a time when the two of you knew every inch of the other’s body, fumbling around in the dark together, twin blindfolds covering their eyes just in case the lights turned on. Yes, you used to know Din Djarin like the back of your hand. But then he had gone against Guild Code and they came after the Covert. Someone had pulled off your helmet before you could get them off of you and that was the end of that.

The Armorer had been understanding but everyone knew the Creed, your helmet had been removed by someone other than your family. Not that you had any family. Once upon a time you had wished for it to be Din but now…

You had been able to get passage on a ship, got as far as Tatooine which still wasn’t far enough for you but you hadn’t been able to catch another ride yet. Rather than wallow in your sorrow, you found somewhere to work despite being utterly useless at everything outside of fighting. Peli Motto was a beacon of hope, had taken one look at you and taken you in as an employee. At first it was small things, cleaning up after the droids but eventually she began to trust you with a spanner.

And now back to the present.

You didn’t know how much time had passed since that bounty hunter had damned you, when a familiar ship limped its way to the spaceport you had started to call home. You made yourself as scarce as you could as Peli went out to speak with the owner of the ship. You were close enough to hear what was being said but hid behind a piece of junk that even Peli couldn’t fix.

“No droids.”

“It’ll cost ya more but fine,” Peli said before turning her head in the direction she had last seen you. “Starbird, get over here!”

Peli had given you the nickname when you told her you didn’t want to reveal your name to her, not because you couldn’t trust her but because you hadn’t heard someone say it in so long. Well...hadn’t heard someone other than Din but that would never happen again now. You had taken to wearing a scarf, covering your hair even though it wouldn’t matter, and you adjusted it as you walked over. It made you feel more secure, like you weren’t dar’manda even if you knew the truth. He wouldn’t recognize you, had never seen you without your helmet and those nights didn’t count with the pitch black of the room. As long as you didn’t speak around him, you could help Peli fix his ship and he would be gone again.

“Mando here doesn’t like droids so it’s just you and me fixing this rust bucket, got it?”

You nodded silently, ignoring the confused look your silence got you from Peli. The Mandalorian, the one you thought you had known so well, tilted his head and you could almost feel his gaze on you. You and Peli move towards the ship to take note of the obvious damage and you can’t help but cringe when you finally see how bad of a shape it is.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were in a shootout and you have a fuel leak!” Peli kept muttering to herself as she found more and more things wrong with the Razor Crest. You pointed out a few more things to her, still keeping your mouth shut. “This ship is a mess, the fact you were even able to land it! This is gonna set you back.”

“All I have is 500 Imperial credits.” The Mandalorian held the credits out and Peli wasted no time snatching them away from him. “That’s all you got? What do you think, Birdie?”

You shrugged and held a hand out, palm facing the ground as you tilted it from side to side. It was going to take a hell of a lot more credits to fix up the Crest, the fact that it was pre-Imperial making it even harder to find spare parts.

“Well then, this should at least cover the hangar.”

“I’ll get you your money,” The Mandalorian said bluntly, but you could just about hear the desperation beneath the vocoder in his helmet. You were taken aback, had never heard him sound like that before.

“Hmm, we’ve heard that before.”

“Just remember…”

“Yeah, no droids. I heard ya, you don’t have to say it twice.” Peli watched as the Mandalorian walked away before letting out a scoff. “Womp rat.”

Peli sat with the droids, starting up a card game with them, dealing you in without asking. You let out a sigh because she knew how kriffing bad you were at every card game.

“What was that?” You asked, staring at the gangway of the Crest as a loud shriek echoed from the Crest.

“Oh so you are gonna speak today?”

“Sorry, I just-”

Peli cut you off, “Nope, I said I wouldn’t ask questions when I hired you and I meant it.”

You were about to thank Peli for being so understanding when you both hear a cry coming from inside the ship. Peli turned to the droids, “Shh, quick, grab my blaster rifle.”

“Peli, I don’t think you’ll need it.”

“Better safe than sorry, who knows what he has on that rustbucket.” The two of you inched closer to the Crest slowly, Peli with a trigger finger ready to go. “I’d stay in that ship if I were you!”

The tiniest creature you had ever seen started walking down the gangway, smoke and dust getting in its eyes. You let out a gasp, bringing up a hand to cover your mouth when it dropped open. Peli looked at you confused but lowered the blaster rifle, there was no way this...thing was a threat. The little thing let out a coo and looked at you both with its sad eyes. You couldn’t help but move forward to pick it up when it raised his hands in the air.

“Oh honey, did he leave you all alone on the ship?” You asked it, cradling it in your arms before looking up at an equally confused Peli. You gave her a shrug, unsure what else to do. She moved closer and looked into the child’s big eyes and was stumped.

“Would you like some food? Are you hungry?” The child seemed to like that idea, letting out a loud coo as his little stomach growled. Peli turned to the closest droid. “Fetch us something to eat, quick!”

“Maybe something with bones in it,” you added when you caught sight of his little teeth. The droid took off in search of food. “Okay, so here’s the plan, little one. I’m gonna look after you until the Mandalorian gets back.”

“And then I’m gonna charge him extra for watching you, see how that works?” Peli added before heading off to do some repairs, a new pep in her step at the thought of a bigger pay day.

You couldn’t put the child down, just stunned. Was this why he had broken Guild Code? Was this tiny little thing the reason you could never go back home? If it was then more of the anger you had let fester inside of you dissipated, you couldn’t blame Din. As more time passed, the more sleepy both you and the child seemed to get which led to you telling Peli that we were going to give the child a nap. She waved you off saying that she probably would take one too, it wasn’t like you two could do anything for the ship without more credits.

You didn’t even notice when you fell asleep but a loud shout scared both you and the child awake. You let out a quiet shriek and the combination made the child start crying. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. I”m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Where is it?” You heard the Mandalorian growl to one of the droids and you walked as fast as you could to where he was.

“He’s right here, now keep your voice down. He was taking a nap,” You tried to keep your voice steady, not only to calm the child down but also to still your beating heart. You bounced the kid in your arms a few times, staying light on your feet in order to sway a little as you tried to shush him. The Mandalorian tilted his helmet at the sound of your voice but then he realized that you were still holding the child.

“Give him to me.” He pointed at you threateningly, or at least you supposed he was trying to be threatening. It wasn’t going to work since you were so annoyed with him right now.

“No. You can’t just leave a child alone on a ship like that!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice but you did as you pointed your own finger at him. “I can’t believe someone would trust you enough to have a child with you.”

“You don’t know me.”

“Oh I know more than you think I do,” You said, glaring up at him and hoping that you were making eye contact so he knew how serious you were.

“What’s going on out here?” Peli asked, rubbing sleep from her eyes but alert nonetheless.

“Mando’s back. And he woke up the baby.” You said your last words with a glare towards that kriffing rustbucket.

“Oh well, while you were gone, I started the repair on the fuel leak while Birdie here watched the kid.” Peli gestured towards you but you paid her no mind as you made sure the kid was okay. “There were a couple of setbacks that I want to talk to you about.”

Peli kept going on about the repairs, how they took longer without the droids or your help since you were preoccupied with the child he hadn’t warned you two about. He walked into the ship and you moved back over to Peli, unsure what he was doing. He came back down with a bag and looked at you both.

“We figured you were good for it since you have an extra mouth to feed,” you said, no longer worried about speaking in front of him. He once again tilted his head at the sound of your voice.

“Thank you.” He said before walking away. You were, once again, stunned at how rude he was being. First he leaves a child alone on his ship, threatens you when he realizes you’re holding the kid, and now he’s just going to leave again. You shot a look towards Peli before you followed after him, kid still in your arms.

“You know it takes a lot for Peli to keep those droids powered up, right?”

“Hey, Mando, what do you think? Not too shabby, huh?” A new voice spoke once they were out of the spaceport. You rolled your eyes at the sound. Calican.

The Mandalorian gave the speeder bike a once over, looking over Calican in a way that made it obvious he wasn’t impressed. “What? This isn’t Corellia. Hey, Birdie, still looking good.”

You rolled your eyes at him before turning around to head back inside of Peli’s shop. Those brief seconds of speaking to Toro Calican were more than enough for you. You heard the speeders take off and knew they probably wouldn’t be back until later.

“Well now that we’re all awake, let’s get some more repairs done,” Peli said, already getting ready to do so. You joined her, placing the child on one hip in order to pass her any tools she may need. The suns went down and there was still no sign of the Mandalorian or Toro so you and Peli just kept working. There was nothing else to do. But even repairs couldn’t take forever and soon enough it was just you and your thoughts.

With no sight of either bounty hunters everyone decided to head in for the night, you kept the child with you since you knew Peli already had her hands full with the droids that were like her own children. Morning came quicker than you were prepared for knowing that the Mandalorian and Toro would probably be back soon.

Part of you knew you couldn't wait for the Mandalorian to leave the planet but another part of you, the younger and dumber part of you wished that he would recognize you before he left. You didn’t know what that would do for you, it wasn’t like he could do anything. You were dar’manda now, you could never be together again, no matter how much you missed him.

“Hey, Birdie, I’m gonna head out to the cantina for a bit. Wanna come?” Peli came out of her room, having changed into a slightly cleaner jumpsuit.

You looked down at the child in your arms before looking back up at Peli. “I’m not taking a baby to a cantina.”

“Suit yourself, and if that Mandalorian comes back while I’m gone, make sure he pays before he leaves.”

“Got it, have fun and don’t drink too much.”

“What are you, my mother?” Peli replied shortly but with a smile on her face as she left. You shook your head, a smile on your own face as you looked down at the child.

“Looks like it’s just you and me, kid.”

“Hey, Birdie.” You flinched at the sound of Toro’s voice from behind you and spun on your heel to face him. Your brow furrowed when you noticed that he was alone.

“Toro? Where’s D-- Mando?”

“About that, put that thing on the ground before I shoot you.” He was aiming his blaster at you before you could even blink.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I really don’t wanna shoot you, you’re too pretty to die.”

You weighed your options and knew that it would best to listen to him and put the child down before making your move. So you did, placing him on one of the empty fuel drums that you and Peli used as a table.

“I said the ground, are you stupid?” Tora asked as he moved towards the child which is when you moved. Faster than he could react, you rushed forward and hit him with your shoulder, knocking him off balance. He didn’t lose his grip on his blaster, unfortunately, since you hadn’t been able to hit him on that side but you took advantage of his being off balance. You rolled forward and grabbed a spanner as you got back up on your feet and rushed towards Toro again. You pushed him against the Crest, hitting him with the spanner several times before he finally grabbed your arm and held it out to the side, letting you throw a punch with your other fist. You dropped the spanner without meaning to but you had another idea.

You grabbed his blaster, spinning away from him in an attempt to get him to let go of it, even throwing your head back to headbutt him. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up, dropping you onto another fuel drum. You groaned out in pain, wishing you still had your armor, but you didn’t let go of the blaster even as he picked you back up and you two fell to the ground. You forced him up, grip still hard on the blaster as you tried to break it on a piece of metal. Kriffing Toro and spending all his credits on high end bantha shit. You heard something pop and took the chance to punch him again, followed by a quick elbow to keep him down just a little while longer while you looked for another weapon.

Where was Peli? Or Din? Was Din even still alive?

You didn’t have time to ask yourself anymore questions as Toro grabbed you by the arm, dragging you to your feet, and throwing a punch at your face. Using your arm as leverage he tossed you into the side of the Crest and you turned just in time to block another punch with your arm before bringing your knee up into his side. You put your arms around his neck and flipped both of your bodies over and onto the ground. It was getting harder to catch your breath and you had no idea Toro had that much stamina when fighting. It had been too long since you fought anyone.

You tried to get to your feet before Toro but he beat you to it, throwing several punches your way. You got up, kicking out at him just for him to grab your leg again. But it left you open to punch him yourself, one to the face and another to the stomach. He grabbed your arm, bringing up his own knee to your wrist causing you to let out a shout of pain. He put a hand around your throat but you brought your knee up to his crotch making him fall to the ground. He wasn’t unconscious though so you went for another kick, this one to the face, but he grabbed your leg and flipped you onto your back again.

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t get back up and you felt so weak all of a sudden. Maybe it was the blood gushing from your nose or the fact that you had now been dropped onto your back twice or the ringing in your ears. Either way, Toro had won. You could hear the child crying from where you had left him, it was amazing that you two hadn’t slammed into it during the fight.

“Didn’t think you had that in you, Birdie.” Toro said as he forced you up. “That was stupid though, I was going to let you go but now...now you get to be my hostage.”

He pulled your hands behind your back, wrapping a cord around them tightly. You could feel it digging into your skin but there wasn’t anything you could do now. You willed yourself to not let him see you cry, cursing yourself for being so Maker damned emotional. “Why are you doing this, Toro?”

“Because that thing has the highest bounty I’ve heard of and Mando...well he’s worth even more with that armor.” The unspoken meaning behind his words hit you like a flash of lightning.

“No!” You thrashed in his grasp, he couldn’t. No, he couldn’t take Din’s armor, he couldn’t be like you. He couldn’t.

“Stay still or I’ll shoot you right now,” Toro growled out. You did as he said because you couldn’t help Din if you died before he made it back. He dragged you along as he went over to where you had placed the child and you winced as he picked him up roughly. As the hours passed, you grew more and more worried for Din. Toro was just getting angrier and you were scared he’d shoot first and ask questions never. You hoped Peli stayed at the cantina a little while longer.

The suns had already gone down by the time he showed up and your breathing had gotten a little more labored. You were also sure that your back was bruised to haran and back. Toro stood a little straighter, pushed you forward a step before speaking. “Took you long enough, Mando. You missed a hell of a fight.”

He shoved his blaster into the middle of your back and you walked down the gangway and into the moonlight to see Din pointing a blaster at you. Really it was on Toro but you were in the way. He took half a step back and his helmet twitched to the side when he caught sight of your face. You were sure you looked a mess, Toro hadn’t even bothered cleaning the blood off your face.

“I’m the one calling the shots now. Drop the blaster and raise ‘em.”

Din did as he was told and placed his hands behind his head. Toro pushed his blaster into your back again before undoing the cord around your wrists. “Cuff him and don’t try anything.”

You let out a quiet growl of anger but ripped the cuffs away from Toro and moved over to where Din was.

“You’re a Guild traitor, Mando.” Toro said, before pointing a gun towards the child. Your hands tightened on the cuffs. “I’m willing to bet this is the target you helped escape.”

You moved to place the cuffs on Din’s wrists when a light clink caught your attention. You looked up and saw your potential saving grace. “Oh you smart man.” You couldn’t help but whisper, only loud enough for him to hear.

“Fennec was right, bringing you in won’t just make me a member of the Guild, it’ll make me legendary.” Toro said. You pretended to shut the cuffs on Din’s wrists, shuffling them behind you as you walked out from behind Din to stand next to him. “Say, Birdie, one last thing before I shoot you.”

“What?”

“What is your real name?”

You didn’t have to answer, you could give Din a signal to set off the flash charger but you couldn’t stop yourself. “...Y/N.” You answered.

A delayed second later and Din pressed down on the flash charger and you shut your eyes before dropping to the ground and rolling behind a fuel drum. You would just get in the way now. You watched as Toro blindly shot at nothing while Din moved behind the crates to the left, popping back out in time to shoot Toro just as he turned. You rushed forward as Toro fell off the gangway, he had still been holding the child.

“Stay back.” Din’s voice was a weird mix of stoic and emotional, the vocoder in his helmet making it sound off.

“He had the child,” you said as Din leaned down to move Toro onto his back. There was no child. “Where did he go?”

You didn’t mean to cling onto Din’s arm as you both looked in every direction. A quiet babble caught your attention as the child game out from behind a couple of baskets. Your heart slowed down from its rapid pace as soon as you saw him. “Oh hun, there you are,” you said as you picked him up.

“You’re okay now,” you bounced the child a few times as Din grabbed something off Toro’s body. He came over to where you were and you pretended to be very interested in the child.

“Y/N.”

“Yes.”

“What happened?” He asked you and you weren’t sure if he meant the wounds on your face, as he reached out to oh so lightly stroke your cheek, or if he meant the fact that you had broken the Creed you both took.

“I tried to fight back, I lost.” It was true of both occasions. Din stared down at you as the child continued to babble. You still couldn’t look up from looking at the child.

“Come with me.” That got your attention, head snapping up to look at Din like he had lost his mind. You knew he could be dumb sometimes, breaking Guild Code an obvious example, but this took the uj cake.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Din, you know why I can’t go with you.” The fact that he could see you, really see you should have made it clear why you couldn’t go with him.

“I don’t care.”

“You say that now but what about tomorrow, or next week, in two weeks? I’m dar’manda.”

“And it’s my fault, cyar’ika.” Din said as he moved forward, bringing his helmet down to gently rest against your forehead.

“Don’t call me that, not anymore.”

“Y/N…”

You let out a shuddery breath, blinking away the tears that threatened to rise. “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be, you need to find somewhere safe for the child, and I cannot go with you.”

Din stared at you for one more long moment before reaching out to take the child, silently passing you the pouch he had taken from Toro. You opened it and let out a gasp, looking back up at Din in shock. He started to reach out again but stopped himself, nodded once, and turned to get back on the Crest. And you just watched him. Kept watching as the Crest took off, leaving you behind once again.

You wished you could go back to the beginning, when you had first met Din as kids with scraped knees and elbows from trying to do all the fight moves the adults could do. Growing up with each other, feelings changing until that first kiss in the pitch dark of someone’s room, you couldn’t remember whose it was. The first time you two snuck out of the covert to rent a room, tying blindfolds around your eyes in order to show how deep your love went for each other.

But you couldn’t. You never could.

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