Introducing: "the day was faster than me"

reframe your executive dysfunction today!

"I got nothing done today": defeatist, self-deprecating, probably untrue

"the day was faster than me": dynamic, respectful, implies there was a race and you did your best

MY SUNFLOWER || Ruggie Bucchi

romance isn't dead.

wc: 613 cw: ruggie bucchi, drabble, gn!reader, it's very short, established relationship (you've been together for awhile), mushy gushy romance a/n: this has been in my google doc drafts since August and i wrote it at like 11pm apparently ?? i must've been using my love goggles while i wrote this

“Ruggie…,” you whispered with a long pause afterwards. The sight before your eyes was one you never really anticipated on a day like today, but Ruggie was never short of surprises. You and Ruggie had taken the weekend to go back home to Sunset Savanna. Every time you two would go, it was always a given that you would visit a small field that grew wildflowers and sunflowers. It always had the prettiest view for the sunset, and since you were with Ruggie, he would always bring a blanket and some snacks for you both. It was something you always enjoyed doing when you came to visit with him, but this wasn’t ever what you thought would happen. Not here, not right now.

Ruggie was staring up at you with a beaming grin across his face, the sleeves on his white button up were rolled up to his elbows in his typical playful fashion. But this was no mere “playful” interaction between you two. This was something important, something far more serious. The way Ruggie knelt down on one knee, his hand holding out a small box with a dainty, yet breathtaking ring, was almost too much for you to take in all at once.

He took your hand; you could feel his own trembling as he spoke. “You know I love you; you mean the absolute world to me. All the money I could make, all the finer things I always wanted to have, hell, even the selling price for all those goodies in Kalim’s little treasure room- all of it's nothing compared to you. Nothing would make me happier than to be able to call you mine forever, my partner in life as we try to figure it out together. You are my sunshine every day, the reason I wake up every day and do my best to be a better person, the best that I can be so you’re proud to have me next to you.”

You were trying your hardest to hold in the immense amount of emotions you were feeling in this moment. After all these years- all the long days and nights when he was away and working hard to make sure you both were fed and taken care of; all the petty arguments you had over something that was never as serious as either of you made it out to be in the end; all the blissful, shared memories you two had accumulated together that would make you smile when your mind replayed them randomly throughout the day. Everything had brought you both to this point, to this moment in time- one that, truthfully, you wished would last a lifetime.

You let out a short exhale, trying to catch your breath and find the words you so desperately wanted to say to him, but he continued on with his affirmations towards you.

“I want to wake up to you every day; I want to make you breakfast, lunch, dinner- whatever, whenever. I want to be the reason you smile every day. I’ve grown up with so many hardships, I think I know pretty well when something is worth it, and dammit,” he chuckled a bit, “I think you’re worth it. We are worth it. I want to be the person you can rely on when you need me; I want to be at your side always. I need you to know that I love you more than anything, more than myself or my friends and family, more than anything or anyone on this planet, the galaxy. You are the one I want, the one I want to be with… please, my sunflower, will you marry me?”

© Pastel Orange Heart Divider | please do not copy and or repost my work as your own, my brain is massive and these are my thoughts.

Reposting this with grammar and spelling fixed because it was bothering me. For context, this was posted based on an incorrect quote post. The original post is linked here.

Just needed to write a little something based on this that made my brain go wirrr

TW: self-depreciation, thoughts about death/suicide, overall general horrible feelings…. Basically, Fox NOT having a good time… Also, typos, cause I’m writing this at the ass crack of night and I’m supposed to be SLEEPING

Sloshes of cocktails and condensation fell to the floor, beers clinked together in toasts and cheers, but yet, it wasn’t as busy at 79’s as it usually was. Parties of clones crowded together in respected booths, a few stragglers slipping onto the dance floor to get a feel for a pretty lady or man. The music buzzed between them and the lights clung brightly to the walls, unimpeded by bodies or howling voices.

Fox didn’t care for 79’s much anyway. Besides the rapid amount of headaches and groans that it brought him, he found himself seeing it as only a small connection to his brothers on the frontlines. It provided him a face-to-face that holocalls couldn’t achieve, although only once every few months.

“Are your boys treating you well, Rex?” Ponds’ elbow shoved into Fox’s side as the man craned his head forward.

The blond trooper turned to them and a smile appeared at the edge of his lips, his shoulders slumping toward the table as he leaned in. “They weren’t too bad this time around, I think they might be settling down.”

“Don’t jinx it, vod’ika,” Cody warned, “Your men don’t know the meaning of settling. You told me they tried to make a water slide in the docking hangar of the Resolute a month ago.”

“Eh, they’re just bored,” Wolffe said, “the 501st moves around more than anyone else does, they have more time between missions to get stuck in their heads.”

“They do deal with it interestingly then,” Rex grumbled.

Fox couldn’t help but agree, though his eyes lingered across his vod’ika’s form. There was a mirth in the man’s eyes, a fondness in his smile, and a softening in his brows. The Captain cared deeply for his men, for his own vod’ika, despite the trouble they put him through. There was always a story on his mind about Fives and Echo, or a joke that heard from Jesse, or an incident from Hardcase.

There was something there that struck Fox, something that clung deep at his chest, in a way that almost made him gasp. Somehow, it was overwhelming.

“Well,” Fox said, “Have the Terrible Torrents come up with anything more recently to deal with this boredom?”

A smile widened across Rex’s face. “They came up with a game, based on a natborn game.”

“Oh, this ought to be good.” Bly leaned in. “What is it?”

“It’s based on kiss, marry, kill,” Rex explained, “which is a game where you name three people and then choose who you’d kiss, marry, or kill from the three.”

Cody nodded, raising an eyebrow. “How’d they change that then?”

Rex snickered. “They ran out of people they knew until it was only vod that they knew… so you know, they just changed the wording. Turned it into keldabe, vod pile partner, and kill.”

“Not as easy to say,” Ponds muttered with a look of disdain, “But I can’t imagine marrying or kissing a vod.”

Bly gave him a look. “Isn’t a keldabe a kiss?”

“It can be familial and you know it,” Ponds retorted, “You literally shove your forehead against any of ours the moment you get the chance!”

“Guilty,” Bly conceded.

Wolffe hummed. “Well, are we going to play it?”

“I’m interested,” Cody added, “It sounds like fun.”

Rex smirked as his ori’vode turned to him and let them throw him through the rounds of the game, pulling on all vod they knew from across the Galaxy. Putting Neyo against Gree, pushing Thorn against Keeli and Kix, throwing Crys with Waxer and Boil, laughing as he offered up Hardcase, Wrecker, and Fives, and smirking when he mentioned Alpha-17, Colt, and Fordo.

“You know that’s not fair,” Cody said immediately. “All of us would snatch up 17 for a pile partner before the others.”

“Then who are you killing?” Rex challenged. “Colt or Fordo?”

“Colt, at least I’d have a chance at winning.” Bly took a swig of his drink.

Wolffe shook his head. “I bet I could take out Fordo, besides he hates me.”

“That’s because you bit him.”

“So did Fox!”

Fox smirked. “He deserved it. I’m going with Fordo too.”

“You two are horrible.” Cody frowned. “I’ll kill Colt.”

“Agreed,” Ponds said.

“Alright, alright… last one?” Rex asked.

“Hit us with your best shot,” Wolffe growled at him.

Rex looked over them for a moment, thoughts whirling behind his eyes before a smirk covered his face. He leaned closer as he spoke, his voice punctuating the names.

“Me, Wolffe, Fox. The vod’ike.”

“Oh, well, I’m killing Fox.” Bly leaned back immediately.

Fox’s head snapped to his ori’vod, a glare pulling at his eyes but he kept his face level as Ponds snorted next to him.

“I think I have to agree with that,” Ponds said, “But I’m vod piling with Rex.”

“Not me?” Wolffe growled immediately.

But Fox didn’t hear the rest of the argument, not as his eyes slid to the orange-colored commander next to him. Cody stroked his chin, a horrible habit he had gained from his general, and stared toward the ceiling. Gears seemed to come to life in his head as he thought before his hand dropped away and slapped against the table.

Everyone’s heads snapped to him, the argument between Wolffe and Ponds fading to the side as the oldest of their batch smirked.

“I figured it out.” Cody nodded. “Kill Fox, keldabe Wolffe, and vod pile with Rex.”

Despite the sting in his chest, the tightening at the back of his throat, Fox slipped under his mask. A smirk played across his lips and he leaned back against the booth, eyes flickering across all his brothers.

“Yeah, I’d kill me too.” Fox waved a hand, ignoring the churning in his stomach. “I’ll vod pile with you, Wolffe.”

Wolffe smirked, before immediately turning to Ponds. “See? Even Fox wants to vod pile with me!”

The argument between them grew again, but it felt like a buzzing at Fox’s ears as he reached back to grab his drink. He knocked back, trying to get rid of the pain pounding in his ribs and gut, trying to loosen the tightening of his throat.

His batchmates had pointed to kill him off, not even bothering to argue against it in any form. It flipped his stomach, even if it was just a game. A meaningless game, but yet it drove a stake through his heart.

But he understood it too, he really did.

Fox wasn’t like his batchmates. He didn’t fight on the front lines, he didn’t put his life on the line for his brothers staring down a battlefield filled with droids, and he certainly didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve like they did.

But more than that, he didn’t really deserve to be the one receiving a keldabe, or being trusted as a pile partner. He wasn’t as good of a commander as he should be, he didn’t save the lives of his men as much as his batchmates did, and he most certainly couldn’t explain the blood that he’d find on his hands when he woke up in the morning.

His batchmates were good men, and he knew he wasn’t.

It seemed like they knew it too.

The night ended shortly after that. His batchmates huddled together as they wobbled back to the GAR barracks, doing their best to make themselves look like a cohesive group of competent men. And they pulled it off well too, despite the tiredness that dragged at them and the drunken tilts of their vision.

But Fox walked another way, back to the headquarters of the Coruscant Guard, back to his tiny office with a desk overflowing with datapads and flimsiwork.

He sat at his desk, thought of the way his vode had pointed at him, and wondered if the pills stashed in the back of his drawer were worth it.

Hiii, happy OC Sunday!!!

From the emoji asks, I'm curious about Gloss (surprise, surprise), Tungst (he's given me the rot of the brain 😔) and Rift!

😭, ☀️, 🌱, 🪤 and 🎡~

Mireeeeeeee, my sweet pea 🥰 Happy OC Sunday to you, too! I knew the Gloss one’s were coming 🤭 Yo, listen, the Tungst brainrot is real 🥴 That man is so fine. Oh, and Rift, toooooooooo 🥺 My little adhd boy 💜

😭 - What makes them cry? Do they cry easily?

Gloss: The only time anyone has ever seen Gloss cry actual tears, is when Chance died. No, he does not cry easily, just like the rest of his emotions, he's really good at not showing them.

Tungst: Tungst can be brought to tears, but it's a rare occurrence. He's the leader of the squad and he needs to remain strong, even if everyone else is falling apart. He didn't cry when Chance died, but he cried afterwards.

Rift: Rift cries more when he's laughing than he does cry tears of sadness. He can easily be brought to tears by a good joke or one of his brother's doing something ridiculously funny.

☀️ - Are they a morning person? What the first they do in the morning?

Tungst: Tungst is not a morning person at all. If he could shoot the sun, he would. He hates leaving the softness and warmth of his bed to get up. The first thing he does in the morning is slam the snooze button on his alarm ten times.

Gloss: Gloss wakes up when he wakes up. There's only one force in the galaxy that can wake Gloss up prematurely, and that's Tungst's foot when he kicks him awake. The first thing he does in the morning is pull out his sketchbook and draw his dreams.

Rift: Rift is kind of in between. It really depends on how much sleep he got and if he has to do something in the morning. He can wake up early or he can sleep in late. The first thing he does in the morning is his stretched to get his body ready for the day.

🌱 - What is their most vivid memory from childhood?

Tungst: When the Jedi told him he was the leader of the squad and that his brother's would be his responsibility.

Gloss: The first time he ever held a crayon and got to scribble with it.

Rift: When Chance showed him what a tree looks like in a holo-book.

🪤 - What will always lure them into certain danger? A loved one in danger? A promise of something they are always searching for?

Gloss: Laughably, his art. He has been known to go to precarious lengths to sketch something he finds interesting. He once stepped out into live fire because he saw a pretty flower he wanted to sketch.

Tungst: His loved ones, absolutely, including his entire squad. He would burn the galaxy down and be burnt up with it if he had to. He would do anything to keep his family safe, and we never do anything to jeopardize their happiness.

Rift: Rift is actually very cautious, considering his whimsical nature. Sometimes people forget that he's still a clone, and his brain works really well. Rift is more the type to weigh the pros and cons before rushing into a dangerous situation.

🎡 - Are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel?

Gloss: He'd be so busy sketching his beautiful partner that they'd have to make the move on him.

Tungst: Absolutely. He's such a flirt. However, he may do more than just kiss though...

Rift: Once he gets down from his high of seeing all the cool things around him, he would definitely go in for a kiss.

criminal [ jay halstead ]

SUMMARY ─ jay learns something interesting about his partner after learning to use the new look up system -- @halsteadswhore22

PROMPT ─ [ wanted poster ] your lover accidentally stumbles across your arrest record; they are surprised because you are the sweetest person they know 

WARNINGS ─ gn!reader, slight angst [ mentions of criminal record ] + general fluff [ some humor + hugs ]

“...and then you search by driver’s license or name. should bring up anyone in the system that’s had a prior charge or arrest. if something appears wonky, just let us know. we’re still working out a few bugs.” the tech states, scribbling off on their clipboard that jay had been shown the new system, and everything seemed to work great for him.

“one final thing, do a couple searches for me that way i can see you know how to use the system.” they prompt, and jay types a couple names into the search bar. will halstead: no record. kelly severide: no record. your first and last name: one record.

that search had surprised him completely, and without being prompted to, he clicks on the record listed under your name. sure enough, your drivers license picture pops up, along with your single arrest record from almost ten years ago. drunk and disorderly conduct. that had amused him, and he made a mental note to talk to you about it later tonight once he was finished with his day.

the second he arrived home, he found you seated comfortably on the couch, the tv playing in the background as he hung up his jacket and kicked off his shoes, “hey! how was your day?” you question, standing from the couch to greet him with open arms.

“pretty good... learned something interesting today.” he smiles, pulling back to look you in the eye as he raised a brow at you, “when were you going to tell me you got arrested?”

the question immediately causes your smile to drop, eyes going wide like saucers, and heat rushing to your cheeks, “uh... how did you find that out?” you question, raking through your brain to try and figure out how your record would have come up -- were you somehow apart of an investigation?

“we got a new system at work. the tech had me look up names to see if i could use the system correctly. i put your name in, thinking that there wouldn’t be anything. but drunk and disorderly conduct? i never would have guessed that!” jay smiles with a teasing tone, watching as you groan and sink onto the couch.

“it was while i was in college. we went out after a big exam, and i got a little too wasted. ended up really drunk and spent the night in jail with a few of my friends. i didn’t even remember it until you brought it up.” jay chuckles deeply, tears nearly springing from his eyes as you frown, “it’s not funny!”

“it is! you are like... the most innocence and sweetest person i know! and the fact you got arrested for public intoxication -- icing on the cake baby!” jay dissolves into another fit of laughter before finally catching your eye and coming to take the seat next to you.

“it’s alright, you being a criminal doesn’t change how i feel about you.” he teases lightly, leaning over to press faces across your face as you try to maneuverer yourself away from him. the action, only causes him to laughter harder, press he kisses your lips softly and pulls you against his chest, “you’re not gonna let me forget about this, are you?”

“nope.” jay chuckles again, before settling into the couch with you leaning against him.

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"To experience those simple pleasures again would be worth... anything." It had been a fleeting moment of vulnerability, when Scourge uttered those words to a young Jedi Knight. But unbeknownst to the Sith, Caspian Serapis had never forgotten them - and had vowed to make them a reality. Now freed from the emotionless chains of immortality, Scourge finds himself on a curious pilgrimage with his partner, as Caspian takes him on a picnic of the senses to rediscover what it means to truly feel.

Jedi Knight x Lord Scourge Words: 8600 A/N: I’ve had the idea for this story burning in my brain for almost a year now, since I first got to that particular conversation with Scourge, and I finally reached a point where I could do it justice. Very soft, very romantic, very emotional. (I can’t believe I wrote something without angst!) Related, please check out this breathtaking comic commission that goes along with this fic, and actually spurred me into finally writing it.

Read on AO3 (short excerpt below cut)

“Scourge,” says Caspian quickly, as the Sith reaches the top of the stairs leading down to the hatch. “Do you remember what you said to me on Corellia?” There’s a heartbeat’s hesitation before he goes on. “What you missed most about being mortal?”

Scourge pauses, arrested in his steps by the unexpected question. “Yes,” he answers slowly. “I spoke of all the sensations that were no longer mine….”

It isn’t a conversation he is likely to forget. It was there, in a moment’s respite before the plunge into Corellia’s war-torn cityscape, that he’d first become consciously aware of the bond that had formed between himself and the young Jedi to whom he had pledged his loyalty. A bond no longer fashioned simply by the Force, but by the time they had spent together. He had allowed himself, for just an instant, to be vulnerable, to speak of all he had lost in his vow to save the galaxy from the Emperor’s diabolical intentions. And he had seen the pang, the pity, in Caspian’s eyes. Sensed the quickening of his companion’s heart as a faint but obvious warmth blossomed over Caspian’s yet unlined face. And even lacking the ability to truly feel, he’d known then that this journey together had suddenly become much, much more complicated.

The feel of sunlight on my skin….

The scent of favourite foods….

The colour of my first love’s eyes….

“That’s right,” says Caspian now. He’s drawn up beside Scourge as he speaks. He takes the Sith’s hand firmly, tenderly in his own, and begins leading his partner down the steps. 

A flurry of fresh, clear air wafts up at them as they descend onto the boarding ramp. It widens Scourge’s nostrils and sends a shiver across his skin, and it’s a curiously profound thing, after the sterile atmosphere of the ship, to suddenly find his lungs filling with the tang of sun-kissed snow.

Caspian tugs him forward, another few downturned steps, until the boots of both men are no longer clunking against durasteel, but muffled within what seem to be waves of grass. “You told me,” he continues, “that to experience those pleasures again -”

“- would be worth anything,” finishes Scourge, in a voice that’s turned suddenly hoarse on him. He grips hard at Caspian’s hand, his breath catching for reasons he can’t discern as his darkened world gives a dizzying jolt.

“That’s why I brought you here,” says Caspian softly. He reaches for Scourge’s other hand now, grasping them both at once. Reassuring him. “To show you that all those years… all that pain… for both of us… it was worth it.”

Scourge feels the Jedi pulling at him again, one man’s backward steps that draw the other forward. “Come with me, Scourge,” Caspian says, a quiet smile in his tone, and obediently the Sith follows the siren call of his touch and his voice. His movements feel oddly clumsy now, his vision blinded, his emotions heightened by uncertain memory; but he paces after his partner, allowing Caspian to guide him.

And suddenly they are out from under the shadow of the ship, and a flood of warmth is bathing Scourge’s skin. He shudders to an abrupt halt, and lifts his face into the sharp sunlight, and after a moment his hands follow, unweaving from Caspian’s own so that he can turn his palms upward before him.

“Don’t think about seeing right now, Scourge,” Caspian urges him gently. “Just listen, and taste, and smell, and feel. Because you can do all of those things again.”

He can. Scourge drags in a great breath of a mountain breeze, opening his mouth as well this time, so that the cold edge cuts across his tongue before searing down his throat, and he wonders how even the water here could possibly taste as good as the air does. He knows there is water nearby; he can hear it across the stillness of these surroundings, murmuring its way between rocks and roots before tumbling away into some distant valley.

He pulls back the sleeves of his robes, exposing more of his skin to the sunlight. Though the air overall is temperate, he is shivering. But it’s a reaction born of yearning and moulded by delight; he can feel it pin-pricking in eager pimples down his arms as he turns them this way and that, and he spreads his hands wider as though to catch the sun's rays and let them flow between his fingers like liquid gold. 

“Yes,” he rasps out. “I can… feel.”

Which of the subs do you think would be into rimming and sitting on their doms face

Absolutely wonderful idea anon, truly a galaxy brain idea. I'm gonna talk a little bit about a few drivers and then we can go from there :))

NYCK:

So nyck was the first person I thought of for this, I thought of him pretty much the moment I read the ask. It just... he's so small? It would be so easy for him to sit on your face? You could hold him down so easily, make his thighs shake around your head.

And he absolutely LOVES it.

In fact, he brought up rimming before be brought up pegging? He had a partner before you who sometimes rimmed him and he went insane every time. So naturally you have to use that knowledge for evil and do it all the time.

Especially because he LOVES being manhandled. So sitting on your face? Feeling your arms wrap around his waist and legs and keep him in place? He's done. No more Nyck.

CHARLES:

I don't think it's something that Charles would want regularly (unlike Nyck who wants a tongue up his ass at all times), but when you're doing feminisation scenes, then it makes him melt.

He wears pretty little skirts and panties and you move the panties aside to rim him, telling him how good his pussy tastes and he very nearly cums at those words alone.

Also for poly!piarles, Pierre is OBSESSED with rimming Charles.

GEORGE:

Okay here me out, this is something that George has always been interested in but is fucking terrified of asking. He's so certain that you wouldn't do it.

But then you actually suggest it yourself, because George loves when you finger him or fuck him, so you thought it's worth bringing up. He blushes all the way down to his chest at the mere suggestion, but he's so into it.

However it has to be planned. It can't just be added into any scene with assplay, you have to specifically have told him that you plan on doing it. Because he has a whole other regime he follows before that than before he does normal assplay.

But he loves it. So much.

VALTERRI:

We need to talk about val more, and this man LOVES rimming. He literally told you that on the first date. You hadnt even found out you were both kinky, you were both just joking about sexual stuff and he literally went "I like rimming, stick a tongue in my ass any day".

So yeah, you rim him. He loves it.

@jesterofinaba asks: ∗ 33﹕ have  you  ever  been  in  the  middle  of  drama  in  the  rpc ?

𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭 . — Munday meme, me dudes | Open

Heedle hoo-

This one’s a two-fer. Contains salt about a certain group verse and RPer that if you know, you know.

I was part of a group verse that happened about a year and a half ago and it was absolutely dog shit. On the first day or second, an IC RP chat channel was added, and I want to say that’s the event that would lead to its eventual downfall. People would use it to have their muses trauma dump all over the place and it did not help that group’s premise was pretty angsty already.

P5 was at the center of the angst maelstrom and my experience in group turned me away from wanting to interact with P5 blogs. The association between P5 and group has faded since then, but I’m still a little hesitant when it comes to interacting with P5 blogs in general because of this.

Besides that, it was poorly run with only two (yes, two) mods who refused to accept more because they didn’t want to “ruin the surprise”. It didn’t help that the head mod kept the other one in the dark for a lot of the details. The downtime between story events quickly fell off schedule so I’d sit for two months, enduring the “semi-canon” chats and see absolutely no story progression whatsoever. It didn’t help that people would be pinged for minor shit like a ball pit being installed.

I left before the last, major boss battle group would ever have and I was told that mods made some decisions that screwed over some muns and their muses, along with having the worst gimmick ever, so I’m glad I left.

Then there was an adult/minor ship between the head mod and someone else’s muses that basically killed it and I’ve never been happier that it’s dead.

This doesn’t cover all of my salt for group and a particular event I hate that happened, but I have another main character to talk about.

This person I used to write with was fine and dandy at first, but when she announced she was single ship, I noticed that her characterization took a bit of a turn. Interactions with her became restricted because her muse would only care about two specific people. She had some godmoddy headcanons and assumptions like “he has canonically made everyone question their sexuality”, which would completely ignore how other muns would characterize their muses.

When we’d talk about characters, she’d act like her opinion was best and correct. I didn’t want to argue because she’d probably say I was wrong, and she already did when I brought up that one character cared about his fiancee.

95% of her blog was responding to her special friend (the one she was single ship with). I’d like her starter calls and send her memes, but she hardly responded to the memes I’d send despite e-begging for them. Of course, the special friend was the exception. For all of my threads with her, it was always her turn to respond.

Eventually, I became tired of how she would never respond to my stuff and made her bias very clear that I stopped trying to interact.

We still talked a bit on discord, so it was a surprise when she ghosted me out of the blue.

She had the brilliant idea to copy and paste a starter we plotted together and that she made for me, changed the tenses, the name and a line, and gave it to someone else.

Her cute ship with her partner had a plot that made me uncomfortable because it looked fucking toxic and she was acting like her muse was just a little quirky while he was being controlling over who his boyfriend could see, she backpedaled on her headcanons, making her characterization inconsistent, and acting like she had the biggest galaxy brain when it came to writing a blank slate character was cringe.

[ 📲 sms: ]  even over text you're so charming.

Aruna & Alioth

You got a message

Since Eikichi tought him a lot about this world he also updated Alioths phone to make things easier on him... to keep in touch with to him fated partner Aruna... even if he was still in the phase where they weren't together and he was just crushing heavily... he sat on the tree part of Eikichis tree house Lab as he wrote him.

Alioth: Moon shine? Do you see this message? Do you see the same stars as I?

Aruna: I do. You seem... excited.

Alioth: Even if I can't see you... I I glad the stars on the sky can reach your beauty as Well.

Aruna: Even over text you are so charming.

Alioth: It's cause I want you to know... I feel the Galaxy made us meet another for a reason... there was a string that brought me to that concert that ignited my love for dance again. I feel charmed by you as well.

Aruna: How about meeting up for a dance under the moon later?

Alioth squeeled like a happy teenager hearing this, Eikichi looked at him with a sigh and showed a thumbs up as Alioth wrote his answer

Alioth: Lovely I will stop by later~

To him it was one step closer to prove himself... maybe it will be something as beautifull as the love he knew from his parents... his brain was already in happy daydreams untill Eikichi motioned him to get back to his room and get some rest which Alioth agreed to. This was to him a night he looked forward to.

Jacob: An Essay

I have been floating, detached from reality as my gravity no longer exists. I had been in your orbit for half my existence, turning into you and truly becoming one. I met cosmic wonder in your sun-filled eyes. I encountered the universe in your embrace blanketed by the vastness of lysergic bliss. I traced the stars along your pale skin, mesmerizing the constellations spelled out just for me. My soul and yours were made of the same dusts that grace the galaxies unknown to us.

Yet Jacob, my Jacob, you destroyed us. Jacob, you were my left brain personified. I cannot fathom my own thoughts now. I cannot understand the complexities of everyday life without your narcissistic explanations. Despite being your inferior, you displayed me as a trophy as I was your right brain. Jacob, my Jacob, I absorbed your words and became your equal in your moments of weakness.

Jacob, My Jacob, I did not know who I was outside of you. My interests and yours became ours, both laughing at the things that seemed to make no sense to anyone else. Your presence became mine, and the nights brought us as one. Jacob, my Jacob, we took one another for fools. As blind, genuine, raging, perverted love does to one.

Jacob, my Jacob, what am I supposed to do when the eyes I saw true beauty in suddenly change into venomous orbs? When the skin I pressed my lips against tasted like fire on my tongue? What do I do when the boy who brightened my light becomes the man who snuffed it out? Jacob, my Jacob, where are you now?

My ex. My refuge. My soulmate. My best friend. My lover. My partner. My rapist.

Rapist.

Jacob.

Jacob is a rapist.

Jacob raped me.

I still don't understand.

When will you become just a name to me?

Sea of stars

This was a story inspired by the lonliness of space and the deep sea. It takes on more of a surrealist style.

    The boy with grey hair walks an endless road. He has seen many worlds before now, and many more after this. For miles across there was a sea of stars in the dark expanse. Small rocks and massive tendrils of seaweed created by a collision of constellations quietly swayed in the air where there was not even a slight breeze. Peering up, there was a gentle white glow somewhere far beyond his reach. All the while whales lazily bobbed about leaving a trail of stars behind that would slowly fade.     One of them had a calf that snuggled to its mother with a chirp. The grey-haired boy looked at it with tired eyes.     For many years, days and months he never stopped walking, much like the shark with a galaxy in its eyes that swam past. He would simply wander until fate brought him to the next long road. He never understood how it worked. And it’s likely he never will.     It was not the first time either walking somewhere akin to space, though he was grounded on something that was very much a planet. Each step was always heavier than the last - yet it constantly felt as if he could be dragged away into the cold void at any moment. Another time on the far side of that he had been trapped far underground, the air was dry making him cough a lot and there were too many forks in the road. In the end, he managed to escape by climbing up a large rock wall, leaving scraps of blood behind from the skin of his fingertips ripping.     On his hands, the scratches still remained. The skin was taut and drying at the edges not yet fully healing. And as his eyes drifted away they were met with a deep abyss under the thin layer of gentle stars.     It was so deep.     It felt as if he was slowly being sucked in.     A sound was heard behind him, like the gentle sound of spilt beads. Looking behind him, he saw a boy with black hair with many small stars in his arms that were spilling out, more too spilling out of the bag he had.     “Oh, hello! I didn’t expect to see anyone else here,” the boy with black hair spoke up, smiling.     He approached the boy with grey hair, caution in each step as his eyes narrowed and sharpened on each mark and spot. “You look a bit lost, are you a hopper like me? I haven’t seen anyone in ages, I lost my last partner,” he spoke as he began to walk closer and beyond the boy with grey hair, beginning to turn into a circle as he chatted.     It was rare to see a life like this, even when walking down a long forest road with soft lights of a comfy home in the distance, there was always an invisible barrier of sorts. There was a day once when he found a man dead on the road.     He had been there quite a while and there was nothing on him any longer. But from the rustling of a bush, he saw something. A wolf stood there, its eyes ate at him, its fur matted and torn with blood. It stared and then left. Leaving the small world devoid of another soul once more.     "You look like a wolf," the boy with grey hair responded.     "So do you, you’re hair is like their fur," the other boy retorted, though his tone was far from aggressive.     Turning to walk away, the boy with grey hair was stopped by the boy with black hair. "Can I come with you?"     "Why?"     "I don't like being alone."     The boy with grey hair tilted his head in confusion but said nothing and the two continued on their way.     To the black-haired boy, the silence was deafening and his brain was wracked with things to say to the odd stranger. “Why do you travel? I used to travel around with a friend of mine, I lost him recently but everything I find is so pretty! I want to bring it all home with me one day.”     Home, he had not thought of that for a very long time. There was an old wooden cottage at the side of a mountain, one he had woken up in one day as snow was falling outside of his window. Each day passed the mountain grew more stagnant, time itself was frozen as the berry bushes he would pick a few minutes away. In a way, it matched the definition of a home, not that he ever returned there.     “I don’t know what these are. Probably pebbles but they’re so pretty,” the boy with black hair continued, taking out one of the small stars he had picked up. It was beautiful, like misshapen glass with a twinkling star in the very middle, much like a snowflake glowing in the moonlight.     Peering once more at the ground it was almost like thousands of them bunched together as far as he could see, there was even a crab that looked the very same.     But then the black-haired boy stopped smiling, he wasn’t looking at the stone any longer. Peering in his direction he saw an odd creature, something so massive he could not even see its body. All that there was of it was long constellations of tendrils that were slowly scraping along the floor, whipping up anything it bumped into.     “Scary…Do you think so too?” the boy with black hair asked.     “I suppose so,” the boy with grey hair mumbled.     “All those crabs must be scared too.”     “Why?”     “They’re being snatched up by a big monster, that’s very scary,” the boy with black hair responded, pulling at the grey-haired boy to move away from the approaching tentacles. “Dying is scary, and dying by getting eaten sounds even scarier.”     Just like the man in the road.     “Why is dying scary?” the boy with grey hair asked. The other boy looked back at him with confusion and shock. “Because we don’t know what will happen, and we can’t have fun anymore because we can’t move.”     “But how do you know?”     “I don’t.”     The boy with grey hair grew annoyed, the low hum of stars had grown louder ever since the other boy showed up much like a bee trying to climb into his ear.     Crabs skittered about, bumping into his leg, the whales cried loudly from above and the black hair boy kept rambling on in a blur.     Walking away did not cure his ears as they only grew worse.     “Are you okay?” the boy with black hair asked, but his words could not reach him.     As he had slipped and fallen deep into the void.     There were no stars down there, not even a little clam with a baby star for a pearl, or small constellations of eels. Nothing.     As he crawled along, body aching in cuts and bruises he found something. A dying star, its light slowly flickering away like a weak candle. Picking it up, he could feel the last of its energy in the palm of his hands before it slowly grew null and died leaving him to hold it in the endless darkness.     Everything down here was dead. The floor was entirely made of dead stars clustered together in an ever-growing pile.     And he was going to die down here with them, alone.     It wasn’t really a surprise, for it would always happen one day even in a warm bed, or at the top of a mountain. But it still felt sad, a weird feeling in his stomach made his body begin to tremble and his eyes ache.     Tears began to drip down his cheeks, his eyes would have blurred if he could see anything still. Deep down here no sound would reach, the only sound for miles around was his own sobs and sniffles. The silence around him had become deafening, not even a wisp of wind or the soothing sound of the sea.     Maybe he should finally go to sleep, it had been so long.     But before he could close his eyes he heard a noise, like the sound of glass tapping into each other, another dead star perhaps. But looking towards the sound in front of him, he saw a glow.     The boy with black hair was standing there holding one of the living stars he had picked up staring down at him. An unfamiliar feeling of embarrassment rushed through him and he tried to wipe his tears away only for more to come out.     “Why are you down here?” he asked, voice quivering. Perhaps he had fallen off too, at least he would die down here with the only soul he’s ever known.     “You looked like you were in trouble, so I wanted to help.”     “Why?”     “Well, you looked lonely. We’re both lonely, so why don’t we stick together?”       The boy with black hair smiled, holding the glowing star in front of them.     Hearing his voice again in the dead silence sounded nice. There was too much noise earlier, yet now it was soothing and warm. After helping him up, the boy with black hair pulled the grey-haired boy along, using the little star as a light in the dead darkness but no matter how long they walked there were no doors or gates.     But the boy with black hair kept talking, telling him about all the places he had been to before, all the people he met and travelled with and how much fun it had all been. Cities in the sky, an underground labyrinth filled with mole people, he had seen so much.     “I travelled around with my family and friends, we were looking for a place to call home. What about you? You never told me why you travel.”     Sucking in the courage to reply. “I don’t really know, I could feel my body begin to rot away and knew nothing else on what to do.”     “Weren’t you lonely?”     “I don’t know, you’re the first person I’ve ever met,” besides him, he could hear the boy with black hair let out a ‘Are you serious!?’ making him smile at the dramatism. However, the other boy did not look so amused, worry and surprise etched onto his face as if the very concept itself shook him to his core.     Really he was just one of many lost souls, it wasn’t rare. That in itself however caused his chest to pang in pain. But as they walked, he had an idea.     Looking at the small star the boy with grey hair held out his hand “May I, hold it?” and the other boy nodded, handing it over to him gently.     With both of them holding onto it, it began to glow stronger before others nearby on the floors too began to flicker in and out of life in sporadic patterns.     With each flicker of the light, a new creature appeared, strange fish cloaked in stars lazily floating about, the light reflecting off of them finally brought them into existence. Strings of constellations popped out from the ground, nibbling on fragments that floated down from above.     Even in the void at the brink of death, life still pushed on.     In front of them now there was a gate. The gate looked like a mirror made of rippling water yet it felt familiar to him. Without a second thought, the two pushed through, ignoring the aches and pains in their bodies through the light and into a more shocking cold than the dull chill back in the sea.     Snow was falling so gently from the sky, melting upon contact with their warming skin while the frigid fresh wind blew from all sides. At the front of them surrounded by cedar trees was a cabin that had long been abandoned, yet the wood still stood strong against the elements.     “What is this?” the boy with black hair asked.     “My home.”     “Oh I see, can I stay for a while?”     “Of course.” And the two cracked the old door open, filling the lonely old cabin with light for the first time.

Yes Is Only The Beginning

*There were two items I owned, just two, that I’d sacrifice the roof over my head before pawning:  the bass guitar my dad bought me and the ring that was my momma’s. The emerald ring was an oversized bauble, but if I squinted I could sort of pretend it went with a glam-rock vibe. Not quite my style, but closer to it. 

Damn sale. Damn soap. Damn sentiments. 

I was in extreme couponing mode in addition to the ramen noodle diet and there it had been, free item of the week… Caress soap. 

The moment I opened the box the scent hit me like a brick to the chest. It took me back to the time when they were both here and now they were both...gone. 

She’d always used it, my momma, and the smell of it brought on tears I didn’t have the time or tolerance for.  Being human was a bitch. We got sick. We died. We left people behind. Every damn breath took us closer to our last, so there was no time to waste on those saline escapees that ruined up our makeup. 

Maybe worse than my emotional disruptions due to a box of soap, I was convinced the eau de chicken flavor packets had scared off any potential roomies interested in my apartment. Everything was ramen’s fault! Well, ramen and Laney. My eyes narrowed at the mere thought of that skanky wench. I was scraping by, even with working doubles at the dive I called my job. Okay, so it wasn’t that bad a place, and the patrons tipped well, but everything seemed like a downgrade lately and the sunshine of hope felt a galaxy away.

There had been one saving grace of all current troubles and traumas:  Antoni, my deliciously hot partner in crime, work-husband, and phenomenal chef in the making who spoiled me with orgasmic food I could not otherwise afford.  While I smoothed the soap over my skin in a lukewarm shower, my emotions were already bent and the scent of the Caress carried me back to a time I’d been carefree, yet to be affected by the type of grief and loss that changed a person at their foundation. 

I sucked up the swarm of feelings that came from an innocent bar of soap. Antoni was taking me as his plus one to a posh restaurant that you only got a reservation for if you had some kind of in. He confessed his in, as was required by our work-spouse status, and it was all kinds of salacious. I’m sure the owner of the place was still feeling Antoni all up inside of him a week later.  Antoni was incorrigible and I fucking adored it.

And now, a couple hours later,  he was the reason more tears washed my face, leaving dramatic trails of mascara as salty souvenirs down my cheeks.

I’d lost track of my surroundings in the schmancy sushi restaurant, pretty, delicate cherry blossoms etched into my water glass blurred by the storm in my eyes. 

Antoni’s words echoed in my honey brain. “I was offered a sous chef position…”

He was leaving me. Not just the bar. The whole ass area. Moving to a place I couldn’t reach by a drive, if I even had a car.  I didn’t realize what he’d come to mean to me until it felt as if he was being ripped away.

“Elliot.”  He reached across the table and put his hand over mine.  

“I didn’t bring you here to break your heart. I brought you here to ask you to come with me.”

Bleary eyes went wide. His smile stretched in recognition of the surprise he’d held back.*

Wait. You want me to come with YOU? 

*He laughed. “That is what I just said, but the temptation to repeat it so I can see that shock…”*

Asshole. 

*He wasn’t. Not really.  

“I’ve already been set up with a two bedroom, two bath as part of the offer. You’re better than what you’ve got going here.  Rupert might cry harder than you did just now, but… he’ll survive. But me? I don’t want to miss you every day, Elli.”

The hazel puppy-dog eyes were priceless. I didn’t even need them to push me over the edge.

“Say yes.”

My eyes squeezed shut while I battled against the twitch of lips that held back a beaming smile*

Yes.  A million times YES.  

*”I was hoping you’d say that.” Before I could register what was happening, he retrieved a box that he’d somehow hidden from me under the table. I put my hands up as he held it out to me.*

What’s this?! I can’t take anything else, not after everything, not after THIS.  It’s too much. 

*”You haven’t even opened it. For all you know it could be a gag to break up all this smarmy softness we’re swimming in.”

I shook my head at him, but he earned a laugh as I took the box, lifting the lid to see what was inside… and promptly burst into ANOTHER fall of tears.

Fuck.  Just fucking fuck.  Inside the box was every item of importance I’d put on consignment at the pawn shop. Sentimental belongings of my parents I’d been forced to part with and thought I’d lost forever. I picked up my dad’s set of handmade, acoustic guitar picks, and the long strand of vintage pearls that had been my grandmother’s before they were passed down to my mom.

I shook my head in utter disbelief, and met the eyes of the breathtaking soul that just turned my world upside down in the most unexpected way. I absently wondered what I did to deserve any of it.*

I could kiss you, BUT, seeing how I am already painfully awkward I will spare you the scene.

*I paused, my heart still beating even as it was lodged in a tight throat.*  

Nobody has ever done anything like this for me. Not even close.  

*His smile at me was something beyond priceless, and it turned me inside out. The heavy weight of resurfacing grief and a whole host of insecurities had been replaced with a flood of fondness and radiating hope. Inspiration was already on the rise as lyrics filtered through my musical mind.

“Get used to it, Elliot.  Your ramen era is over. We’ve got a world to set on fire with all of our bad bitch energy. Yes is only the beginning.” 

I lifted a fancy glass of even fancier, sparkling sake, my smile strong but humbled by complex emotions. My toast a repetition of Antoni’s last words.*

Yes is only the beginning.

Din Djarin: Breathe

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You thought the worst feeling in the galaxy was watching the man you love leave you for another woman, but when that woman turns out to be your friend, it tears you apart.

Warnings: angst, swearing, reader is sad and insecure, Din is confused and oblivious, Omera makes a cameo, but I promise the ending is worth all the tears :)

A/N: this trope is one of my FAVORITES to read for Din. So many incredible authors have absolutely nailed this, so I thought I’d give it a shot. Total credit to all of those amazing people. You all inspire me every day. If you feel I have copied you or another author you know, please let me know. I’d never want to make anyone feel stolen from.

If you’d like to leave a like, comment, reblog, or ask, it would be much appreciated <3

(Gif gotten from Pinterest)

Watch.

That’s all you could fucking do was watch.

Watch, as the one thing you felt was finally yours and yours alone was ripped from deep within you, taking all of your organs and bones and soul with it.

It left you unable to think, to feel, to breathe.

You could barely drink water, let alone eat a full meal. Your stomach was a wreck and your brain was shot. Forming any sort of thought that didn’t revolve around him was…hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.

There was no point in trying to pry him away. He was a part of you now, attached to every good memory you had, every happy song you heard, every warm summer breeze you felt on your cheek.

He was always there. And he always would be there.

Just not with you.

You saw it in the way he looked at her. The way his body language changed when she came around him. He would straighten his back, broaden his shoulders, and make himself look more and more like a Mandalorian.

He didn’t look like Din. He looked like a Mandalorian. A warrior. A provider.

He just made himself…better. A sharper shot. A wittier comment. A louder chuckle.

It fucked with your head more than it should have.

Why did he feel the need to impress her, but not you? You were only partners, but did he see you as.. less? Like you wouldn’t leave him, no matter what he did? Or that you were too dumb to catch on to what he was doing?

You always stopped yourself when you started to go down that road. The Din you knew wouldn’t think like that about you. About anyone.

But like you said, he was acting more like a Mandalorian than he was Din Djarin.

Din Djarin

Did she know his name? Did he tell her his name? His full name? His true name?

You prayed, for the first time in years, that she didn’t. And you didn’t felt one ounce of guilt about it…

…in the beginning.

That was until you had spent over a week on Sorgan, and the everyday routine started becoming more and more like second nature. Not only did Omera, the beautiful, bright-eyed widow from across the huts, manage to catch Din’s eye, but she also managed to catch yours.

Why did she have to be so damn sweet?

I’ll get that for you Y/N.

Would you like to join us by the fire?

We made some more clothing for you. We noticed how much you shiver during dinners on cold nights.

Of course you can explore! I’ll take you on a tour, if you’d like.

Perfection. She was perfection.

And everything that Din deserved.

To make things even worse, not only did Din start acting odd around her, but he also started acting odd around you. When she wasn’t around, and it was finally just the two of you.

He wouldn’t share as much about his days as he normally would. He would shrug off your questions and stare off into thin air, surely thinking about her and her alone. Especially when you brought her up in conversation, whether that be something fun you two did together, or something that the two of them did together.

Either way, he would freeze up, puff up, and shut up.

And that was it. That was when you knew.

You’d leave him here, to live, and you’d fly off in your ship, to attempt to survive without him.

You were already preparing for that moment.

It was going to shatter you to the tiny pieces you were before you met him, but this time, he wouldn’t be there to pick you up.

You really, truly loved him. If the trip to Sorgan proved anything, it was that. And if that meant you had to leave him behind, so be it.

If you love something, let it go.

“Y/N?” his deep baritone cut through your thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

You looked up from your plate of food, and your eyes met his dark gaze. He insisted on watching you eat your dinner, since you had hardly touched your previous ones.

“Nothing Din. Honestly.”

He sighed. “Really?”

“Yes,” you responded quickly. “Really.”

He leaned forward in his chair, and you kept your elbows on the dinner table.

“Please Y/N. I know when you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not—I’m not lying,” you said, but your voice crack gave you away. You looked down at your dinner bowl, scarcely touched as usual, but his watch on you didn’t seize. It burned into you like a brand.

You squeezed your fists together, almost denting the spoon you had in your dominant hand, and tried to calm your breathing. Tears began to mist your eyes, and you could barely see Din stand from his chair and kneel before you. He took your hands in his, and your hot breaths blurred the outside of his visor.

“Come on Y/N, breathe,” he said to you, squeezing your hands. “Talk to me.”

You didn’t feel how madly you were gasping for air until he spoke those words to you. And having to look him in the eye, knowing how much he loved her and not you…

You crumbled.

“I just—Din I can’t—“

“It’s alright,” he said, defeated. “You can say it.”

He knows, you thought. Fuck he knows.

You thought you’d be stronger during this moment. You knew it was inevitable, and you thought you had been preparing for it for the weeks you had been on this planet.

But you weren’t. Every bone in your body was screaming for you to get on your knees and beg. Beg for him to want you.

“I just—am I ever going to see you again? After this?”

Your tear-stained face reflected back to you in his shiny beskar.

“After what?” he asked, softly. Delicately. Like he was trying to make this easy for you. Bracing you for the fall.

“You know what I’m talking about Din.”

Din.

That name felt so foreign.

He sighed, almost inaudible, and let his head fall down a bit, looking at the floor.

“Please look at me.”

He didn’t move his head, but you felt his eyes bridge together with your own.

His eyes, that you’d never get to see.

But she would, the burrowed, fucked part of your brain thought. She would, and I will never.

He sighed again and swallowed, before saying in a deep, sad voice.

“Of course.”

And your silent sobs weren’t silent anymore.

“Of course we will see each other again Y/N,” he said, working his hands up to your wrists. You could barely hear him over your weeps, and your foreheads were basically touching.

“I’ll…I’ll come and visit you.”

“That’s not the fucking same and you know it.”

You didn’t like it. You didn’t like to be angry at him. But you also didn’t like the thought of his spot on the Crest being vacant.

Your heart felt completely hollowed.

“I’ll…I’ll do whatever it takes, Y/N,” he continued. “Whatever it takes. Even if that means having to fly to Sorgan twice a week—”

What?

“—I will see you. I swear it on my life. I’ll get Grogu to his people, and you can stay here. With…with Omera.”

Me? Stay?

“Wait, Din—“

“No Y/N,” he said sternly. “I—I’m not going to like it, but I think…I think you belong here.”

I belong here?

“Din, listen—“

“Y/N, please—“

“—I’m not staying—“

“—you’re safer here!”

You froze.

“You’re happy here. You deserve to be away from me and all my…my shit.”

He swore. Din never swears.

“You can stay here. With Omera. With these people,” he said, and his leathered glove left your hand. It drifted up to your cheek, and you sucked in a breath. At the sound of the noise, he pulled it away.

“You’ll be happy,” he said, his own voice cracking, and looked to his left. Finally breaking the eye-contact.

You, however, weren’t done yet. A tiny drop of hope rippled through you for the first time in weeks, and you had to grab on to it. As tight as you could.

You touched your fingertips to his cheek, turning his gaze back to meet yours. The sharpened metal was cooler than you expected, but just as flawless. You’d always wanted to touch him here, and from how close he was leaning into you, it looked like he wanted you to as well.

“Wait,” you began, voice cracking again. “You want…me to stay?”

“I—“ he began, but his own emotions choked him. “I assumed…I assumed you would want to. With how much you talk about Omera.”

“So you don’t want to stay? With her?”

“With who?” he asked, helmet tilting to the side. He always did that when his mind was blurry and confused, and it was one of your favorite quirks of his. You always imagined how his forehead would wrinkle together and his mouth would hang open slightly.

And for the first time in days, you really, genuinely, laughed. You giggled so hard that tears began to fall from your eyes again, and you didn’t even know which emotion was causing them.

“What—“ he said, defeat and haziness brushed over his voice. “What’s so funny?”

“You…you honestly think I want to stay?” you asked, smiling.

It felt good to smile.

“Well…yeah…I thought you,” he shook his head, “am I missing something?”

“Din,” you said, tracing your knuckles against his cheek, “the only reason I like it anywhere is because you are there.”

His chest armor rose, and his breaths under his modulator became heavier.

“So…” he began, “why were you crying?”

You wiped the dried tears from your cheeks.

“I was crying because I thought you wanted to stay,” you said, and poked the middle of his chest.

“Me?” he asked. “Why would I—“

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted. “All I know is that you’re not leaving me.”

He released a breath from his mouth, and pulled you out of the chair and into his chest. Your knees hit the hard floor of the temporary wood hut the two of you shared, and all the emotions from the last few weeks came pouring out of you.

He held you close, and let you fall apart.

You heard a few muffled cries from him as well, and after a few moments, he tucked his hand into the nape of your neck, massaging your hair. Your hands were tucked underneath your chin, and your cheek was pressed as hard against his armor as it could.

“I thought—” he choked. “I thought I’d be strong enough. To fly off without you next to me.”

More tears squeezed from your eyes, and he rubbed his helmet against your hairline.

“It turns out I’m not. I’m not strong enough to be apart from you.”

“Din,” you mumbled and pulled away to look at him. “You are strong. The strongest and bravest man I’ve ever known.”

You traced your pointer finger down the indent where his mouth would be.

“I was about to beg you to stay with me, so I am no better.”

He held the back of your head and pulled you back into him.

“I guess we are both hopeless,” he joked, and you managed a laugh.

You continued to sit there, breathing in his metallic smell, and your lungs finally felt full of air. Your stomach felt settled, and your brain was finally cleared.

He wasn’t leaving.

“You thought I wanted to stay here with Omera, didn’t you?” he asked, and you squeezed your eyes in shame. You nodded against his chest piece, and he sighed loudly. He placed both of his palms on your cheeks, and he connected his forehead with yours.

“There is no woman I would rather be with than you,” he said, deep and groggily.

But confidently.

“I’ve never met anyone who has such a…such a power over me. You are in every choice I make, and every regret I feel. That’s why I got so defensive when she was around. I tried to make myself tougher, stronger, better. All so that I could—“

His breath caught in his throat.

“—all so that I could impress you.”

It was all for you. The whole time.

The whole time.

“And when you would mention her, I would get so quiet. I didn’t know what to say, and I felt like I was about to vomit every time I heard her name. She’s a lovely woman, but I knew she was slowly taking you away from me. I could barely look at her.”

He nuzzled into you even more, and you brought your hands to his cheeks as well. Holding each other up.

“I thought you were trying to impress her,” you said, and he breathed a small laugh.

“I never once thought of doing that,” he replied, and you hummed softly. Finally relieved.

“Maker I love when you smile,” he said, and you grinned even wider. “I missed that.”

“I missed it too,” you replied.

A sudden burst of confidence bubbled up from your gut, and your head was so light and airy that you didn’t even think twice before speaking.

“I think I love you Din Djarin. I really think I do.”

His thumb brushed your cheekbone, and he bumped his forehead into yours before responding.

“I’ve loved you since the day I heard your voice.”

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Ateez as Disney Cast Members Part 1

this is literally just brain rot. ignore me being a disney adult

disclaimer: i guess this spoils some of the rides if you haven’t been on them? idk if that’s a big deal or not but here’s your warning

Seonghwa

this is literally what started it all

he works primarily in galaxy’s edge

he gets to work the rise of the resistance ride once it opens, and he gets to be a first order officer

this idea alone is what made me do this so blame that

he very much enjoys the looks of both wonder and fear once the riders realize that they’ve been “taken prisoner” by the first order

and you know so many people would hear about the scarily beautiful cast member working the ride that even if they didn’t like star wars would still go on the ride just to see him

he kinda goes viral because of it? people on the ride will sneak pictures of him looking evil and handsome that people would just know him

and don’t get him wrong he loves it but it’s also a lot of pressure lmao

like there’ll be an off day where he’s not working the ride and this group of people keep eyeballing him while he’s making sure stormtroopers woosan aren’t being inappropriate

and one of them comes up to him and is like “hey you’re the first order guy right? can we get a picture with you?”

and he’s just so surprised that people like him that much that he doesn’t even have to be in costume for people to be obsessed with him

but like have you seen him? it makes sense 

San

it took me a minute to figure out who san would be when it was obvious

spiderman

like can you just imagine him doing flips and shit and everyone being obsessed with him because same

he especially loves interacting with the little kids who actually think he’s spiderman because then he just turns up the theatrics

they think he’s the coolest ever

he mostly works over in dca so he doesn’t get to hang out with the others as much as he’d like

but he and wooyoung will be asked to play storm troopers over in galaxy’s edge sometimes because they have good chemistry

because good chemistry is needed for two faceless characters with automated lines lmao

but like spiderman is already super popular at the park but the fact that it’s san too?

the fact that he’s got his own fanbase even though he is constantly wearing a mask for work?

he might like his job a little too much

Wooyoung

so i couldn’t pin him down to a specific character, but then i realized he would be perfect as a dancer in the parades

like just imagine during the day he’s one of the performers on main street doing his lil dancy dance

AND THAT AT NIGHT YOU SEE HIM DURING THE PARADES JUST ROCKING OUT AND HAVING A BLAST?

he’d have such great charisma during the parades that even the most bored person couldn’t look away

he’s just that great okay?

he has inside jokes with all of his dance partners that he’ll bring up every so often while they’re working to try to get them to break

and it usually works at making them laugh which he loves

which the audience in turn loves because they can actually see them enjoying themselves while they’re dancing

he brought up to seonghwa once as a joke that if he would ever work as a face character he’d have to be stormtrooper because then he wouldn’t have to do anything to look cool like usual

to which seonghwa smacked him

but then seonghwa told his boss in galaxy’s edge and that joke became a reality so every now and then he works up there with hwa and san

on a side note can you just imagine him during one of the halloween parades as a grave digger all in character and dancing? because hot

Hongjoong

my homie really wanted to get cast as peter pan but they cast someone else because that would be too obvious for this au

instead he would absolutely work pirates of the caribbean and he loves it

maybe it’s a little obvious too but can you blame me?

he loves that it’s such an iconic ride and he loves being able to convey the pirate vibes™

and people love him anyway because he’s just got such good energy while he’s working?

like he doesn’t ever act annoyed even though he probably should at times

the kids love him because like i said he really gives off pirate

and then everyone else sees the sexy pirate worker and are like “wow this is now my favorite ride ever?” thanks to hongjoong

coined himself the nickname “pirate king” among his fellow cast members from just how much he commits to his role

on break you can usually find him trying to smuggle food out of the blue bayou or in the gift shop outside of the ride messing around with the plastic swords

and you can’t be mad at him because he’s just so endearing okay?

See Something You Like? Part 1

Pairing: Rebels Rex x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: NSFW 18+ Sexual tension, dirty thoughts, praise kink, size kink, Oral (female receiving) unwanted attention (not from main character) Dom!Rex

A/N: So I’ve decided to write a few, but what I thought would be a one shot has turned into this monster, so I’ve decided to break it down. Not sure how long it’ll be, but I get the feeling it’ll be at least 3 parts. This is inspired by @samrubio art especially her Rex pieces, go check it out! Also, if I missed any warning tags, let me know :)

It was a rarity for the firing range to be this empty. Usually it was crammed to the walls with training drills for new recruits, post mission vent sessions with the faceless targets or if you were unlucky, the cocky fly-boys trying to one-up each other, seeing who had the better ‘blaster’. If you were really unlucky, instead of leaving, their attention would turn to whoever they thought would enjoy their company, which consisted of what barely passed as a conversation before leading to the real objective, servicing the dangly bit between their legs. Their limp pick up line “I’ve got another blaster you can handle sweet cheeks” was in just as much need of an overhaul as their piloting skills. Sadly, you’ve been on the receiving end of these lack-lustre ‘invitations’ far too often and are quick to shut them down. It’s become so repetitive you can time it to the second when they make their appearance. All these boys are the same, give them a flight suit, a ship and they think they’re the Maker’s gift to the galaxy. 

‘They’re just so immature’ you think to yourself, a scowl on your face. Your last rebuffed fly-boy hasn’t gotten the memo that you’re not interested and continues to pester you. As if you’d want to spend 30 seconds listening to a dying bantha grunt into your ear, fumbling to get himself off and counting down until you’re smothered in dissatisfaction. Hard. Pass.

The only reason you have some peace is because they’re out on a mission, but you will take the reprieve. It’s a joy to have an opportunity to fit in some blaster practice without an audience. While you weren’t the worst shot in the rebellion, you certainly weren’t the best, but with enough practice you hope you’ll be placed on some off-planet missions. 

Sliding into an empty booth, you pick up one of the safety helmets, placing it on your head and type in one of the easier simulation codes on the keypad on the side of the wall. As the program calibrates, you remove the blaster from its holster on your thigh, flicking off the safety and settling into your stance. Breathe in, breathe out, shoot. This mantra helps get a rhythm going and soon you’re oblivious to everything around you except your target. The steady stream of blaster fire rings out, mixed with the sounds of high tings for each successful hit and clunky thunks with each miss. It’s pleasing to note that with each round there are more tings than there are thunks. Soon you’re drifting off with the repetitive movements, your thoughts going through your encounters with him.

Captain Rex, member of the Ghost crew and key participant of the rebellion. A legend in his own right. You had first seen him in passing, bringing up some data pads needed for a debrief and you just happened to look in his direction as you were leaving, and stars did you look. He was thick everywhere. His armour did nothing to hide his size as your gaze travelled from his barrel chest, to his thick waist, finally ending at his powerful thighs. Rex has the kind of body that makes you want to rub yourself all over him like a nexu in heat. As he spoke with Agent Fulcrum, Rex crossed his arms over his chest, pulling his shirt tight over his biceps, and your mouth watered. You were so busy ogling that Rex had finished his conversation and looked over your way.

Seeing you staring he gives you a small smirk and a wink before mouthing “see something you like?” You swear he flexed his arms a bit as he did that.

The smirk on his face grows as you feel your face heat up, hightailing it out of the debriefing room and making your way back to your office. It’s quite a while before your blush goes away, and more than one person asks if you’re feeling well. 

The next time you saw him was a bit more hands-on and it still makes you clench your thighs together when you recall this particular memory. You’d been paired as sparring partners, and if you thought Rex looked good in his armour, he was downright edible stripped down to a simple training shirt and grey sweatpants. The shirt stretched in all the right places and the pants were loose enough to provide movement where it was needed, but just snug enough to tease you about what he was packing.

You were so distracted that he easily put you on your back, repeatedly. Each time he knocked you over his thighs would bracket your own, your hands pinned by your head and the rest of his body caging you in. How in the Sith hells were you supposed to concentrate if this was exactly where you wanted to be! You clawed at whatever self-restraint you still possessed to not rub up against him, but maker he made it difficult. 

After the final throw Rex settled on your thighs and smirked down at you “What’s the matter mesh’la?” He took in your flushed cheeks, “You seem distracted, I didn’t think you’d take everything I gave you so easily.” 

Your face was on fire, your brain traitorously giving you ideas of what else you’d take from him, and how well you’d enjoy it.

“Surely you can get me on my back.” You eyes snapped up to his, “all you need to do is use your hips and thrust.”

Fuck.

You felt yourself get wet as a throb built up between your legs from just his voice alone. You needed to finish whatever this had become so you could finish your own needs, preferably in the privacy of your own bunk. With a strength that surprised even you, you took Rex’s advice to thrust your hips up, bracing you leg to provide enough leverage to push him over. The look of surprise on his face that you took his words to heart was something you would never forget. 

As you settled over his waist, his hands came up to your sides, sliding down to rest on your hips, keeping you in place. 

“Knew you could do it” His surprise had turned into a beatific smile, looking up at you as his hands squeezed your hips. “Good girl.”

The triumphant words die on your lips as you look down at him and see exactly how you’re positioned. Your hands are braced on his chest and your thighs have splayed out to the sides to fit over his waist. There is a pleasant ache along your inner thighs from the stretch. If anyone saw the suggestive scene of the pair of you right now, the gossip hotline would be buzzing for months. You made a motion to move but Rex’s hands keep you snug against himself. His thumbs had made their way under the edge of your shirt and traced light circles over your skin. Arousal flooded your veins and you felt your slick starting to soak your panties. 

You look back up to Rex’s face and he tightens his grip “See something you like mesh’la?”

Before you could answer the door burst open, causing the two of you to startle, zoning back in to the present. Chatter filled the room as Wolffe and Gregor brought in the next group of ‘shinies’ for sparring practice. The bubble of intimacy had burst and you hurriedly got off Rex, babbling some thanks about the advice before bolting out of the room. That was six weeks ago, the Ghost having left on a mission, taking Rex with them.

The buzzer in your booth goes off, signalling the end of the simulation. You’re not ready to head back to the responsibilities of intelligence just yet, so you up the intensity of another exercise and when you’re happy with your rhythm, let your thoughts turn back to Rex. 

He’d become the prominent figure in all your fantasies. Before that, neither your toys or your hands would work to get you off, leaving you frustrated and horny. In a fit of desperation you thought back to your spar, but instead of sitting on Rex’s waist you were sitting on his face.

You imagined how his arms would wrap around your thighs, muscles flexing to make sure you stay exactly where he wants you to, and that’s on his tongue. Moans fill the room as he slowly eats you out, long licks up your folds to harsh sucks on your clit. The vibrations from his groans sending you spiralling to the edge, only for him to back off when you’re so close, leaving you sobbing and trembling with need. He’d leave little nibbles and bites along your inner thighs as he waits for the trembling to stop, and his beard, fuck. Rex would nuzzle the side of his face along your legs, leaving more marks that you were his. Letting you know that he was the only one that could give you the satisfaction you craved. You’d squirm, just to feel him tighten his hold, knowing that he controlled your pleasure. 

“Look at me,” he’d growl before licking up your slit, drinking you down, “want you to keep your eyes on me when you cum on my tongue.” This sends another rush of slick from your core, the feeling in your belly coiled tight, waiting to snap. You yelp as there’s a sharp bite to your thigh.

“You like it when I tell you to watch” Rex grins from between your thighs, and you can see the evidence of your arousal glistening on his beard. Stars that is hot. There is a feral look in his golden eyes “Next time I’ll make sure to fuck you in front of a mirror, show you how wet you get for me.”

Your needy whine of approval turns into a lascivious moan as Rex plunges his tongue into your heat, rapidly bringing your orgasm back to the edge, but this time he doesn’t stop. His tongue speeds up, alternating between fluttering around your opening and pushing in as far as he can, nose pressed into your clit. All too soon you’re flying over the edge into sweet oblivion.

With a choked scream you cum, legs clamped tight around Rex’s head, his arms pulling you closer as his tongue working furiously to collect everything that you give him. He groans in delight and that sets off another small orgasm which has you seeing white. When you finally come down from your high you look back down at Rex, a blissed out expression on your face. 

Rex has to practically lift you off him, moving you down so that you’re straddling his waist and conveniently nestling his cock between your folds, and that’s another part of him you’re all too eager to get to know. 

As you bask in the afterglow of your orgasm, Rex puts a hand around the back of your neck, pulling your closer. You don’t need to be force sensitive to feel how smug he is, it’s written all over his face and the possessive arm draped around your waist. 

He nuzzles your nose when you’re close enough, before whispering two devastating words “Good girl.”

A blaring sound yanks you out of your daydream, and you realize that you’ve stopped shooting at the targets. The noise is the warning alarm that the simulation will shut off after 30 more seconds of inactivity. What it is is an inconvenience. You slam the pause button a little more forcefully than you need to, too riled up from your own fantasy simulation. It seems to have worked a little too well, judging by ache between your legs. 

Putting the safety back on your blaster, you drop it onto the shelf in front of the booth opening. Thinking back, there was something in Rex’s eyes as he called you “good girl”  that you can’t quite put your finger on. Discovering that you enjoyed being praised was one thing, but it seemed that Rex was holding something back, something that had to do with that phrase. Not knowing what it was set you on edge, that it could be something about you and that feeling didn’t sit well. 

There was just something about him that makes you crave his attention, wanting to please him so he’d call you “good girl” again. You shiver as you think about how he looked between your thighs, how wide you had to stretch to fit him between you legs. 

You groan to yourself, knowing you’re well and truly gone on this man, and that you’d let him do whatever he wanted, just as long as you could be his good girl. You lean forward against the small shelf, burying your head in your arms.

“Fuuuuck me.” 

“Am I interrupting something, mesh’la?”

To be continued

I Would Give Her the Stars (Bruce Banner/ Reader)

Summary: "In that moment I would have gone to the ends of the universe if she pleased. I would have given her all the stars in the galaxy." 

Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Slight Angst, This Is Really Cute 

Word Count: 1684

Warnings: None except for some brief language

Paring: Bruce Banner x Fem Reader (uses she/her pronouns)

Additional Note: I rewrote this because it was absolutely awful. I think it’s better now! ;)

It was early, the tower was absent of noise with the exception of the whistling tea kettle sat upon the stove. Tony and I had been working all night to calibrate a new GPS system for the quinjet. It was hard work that required precision and concentration. That was hard to perform, however, when my lab partner was blasting Black Sabbath as if he were at some sort of underground warehouse party. 

My eyes ached from staring at my screen for so many hours, the throbbing synced with that of the headache that had crept its way up to my temples. I just couldn’t take the work any longer, which is something I don’t often say. I have a passion for lab work; I mean, I wouldn’t have seven PHDs in the sciences if I didn’t. That night, however, I needed an escape. 

I needed to go see her. 

I knew where she’d be. Up on the rooftop, staring out over the urban skyline. That’s where she went  to think after her attempts to get some rest were tried and failed. New York truly is the city that never sleeps, and neither does Y/N. 

I rummaged through the cupboard until I had retrieved her favorite mug, and paired it with the one she had gifted me last month. There had been no special occasion, she said she saw it and thought of me. It was one of those novelty mugs you find at convenience stores. On the front were the words “science is my bitch” written in a large bold font. I laughed the hardest I had in months after opening that gift. The rest of the team gives me weird looks whenever I use it, but that mug was the first gift I had received in a very long time. 

I took the kettle off the stove and prepared the two mugs of tea. One spoonful of honey, just how Y/N liked it. Afterwards I made my way to the elevator before requesting JARVIS take me to my destination. As I began my ascent my nerves began to get the best of me. I have this habit of second guessing myself, of letting my mind spiral into anxiousness. These thoughts, however, came to a halt as the elevator doors opened to reveal Y/N sat upon her chair serenely gazing out over the bustling city streets. 

At the sound of the elevator ding she turned her head, her lips curving upwards into a smile as she took in my presence. 

Y/N always smiled when I walked in the room. 

“Well hey there genius” she greeted, her grinning face illuminated by that of the dimmed roof lighting, and the neon glow of the Avengers symbol plastered on the front of the tower. 

“Hey Y/N, um- I brought tea.” I responded, gesturing the two mugs I held in my hands. 

“Somebody pinch me. Not only has Dr. Banner escaped from his natural habitat, but he also comes bearing gifts! I’m in shock.” 

I laughed heartily, “Well, my natural habitat has been invaded by a wild and obnoxious Tony Stark.” I responded. 

“Anybody who manages to survive Stark is more than welcome here. Besides you've been down in that lab for hours, you’re gonna fucking suffocate if you don’t get some fresh air.” She said as she gave the seat next to her a pat, thus signaling her wish for me to sit there. 

I thanked her before sitting down and handing her the cup of tea. “Careful it’s hot.” I warned, not wanting her to burn her hands on the hot ceramic. As I handed over the mug I felt her fingers lightly brush over mine, causing my heart to flutter. 

She thanked me in return before reminding me that she always enjoyed my company. Her words filled my chest with a warmth that I rarely feel nowadays. A warmth that I only feel when I’m with her.  

Afterwards we sat and conversed for what felt like both several hours, and a few minutes all at the same time. Conversation with Y/N flowed with ease, our topics ranging from the books we were currently reading, philosophy and politics, to Thor’s new obsession with microwaved popcorn. I couldn’t care less what we talked about, the only thing that mattered was that I was with her, and it seems as though she just might have felt the same way. 

I have always considered myself to be an awkward person. Social interactions were never really my forte, especially after the accident. With the big guy around, I didn’t think that anybody would want to be friendly with me. I assumed that everyone was afraid. With Y/N, however, it was different. She never once looked at me with fear in her eyes. Her disposition was so warm, so welcoming. If I ever needed someone to talk to I knew she’d be there, and she knew I was there if she ever needed the same. Around her I could be myself. She just felt safe. 

After a while I noticed she had grown quiet, her mind drifting off to somewhere else. She sat in her chair, her head tilted upward towards the sky, her brow furrowed in deep thought. 

“You okay?” I asked, concerned that she was upset.

 “Yeah, I just- I wish I could see the stars.”

I looked up, my eyes met with the inky blackness that was the New York sky, all of its stars drowned out by the light pollution and smog. 

“Yeah, it really is a shame isn’t it?” I questioned, receiving an affirming hum from her in return.

At that point we both sat quietly, our eyes transfixed on the sky above in search for the stars that were never going to appear. The silence settled between us comfortably. I knew she was getting ready to say something, but I couldn’t be sure what. 

“When I was a kid,” she began, “We lived in this house out in the country. Out there the stars were breathtaking. You could see every constellation so clearly.” 

I saw her lips curve upwards in response to the happy memories replaying in her mind. 

“Before my mom died, whenever I was upset or stressed out, she would take me out to the backyard. Together we would lay in the grass and just stare up at the sky. We would stay like that for hours; it was peaceful.” 

Her head dropped, her eyes now gazing forward onto the cityscape before us. “I miss that”, she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

In that moment, as I observed her melancholic gaze. I wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted, to give her the stars.

Then after a moment of thought, I realized that I could. 

                                    ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The next night I found her in the very same spot, looking over the city lights and skyscrapers unable to sleep once more. 

At the sound of the elevator’s ding she turned to face me , her lips once again forming a smile at the sight of my presence. 

“Two nights in a row?” Y/N questioned, “ That big brain of yours must be really fucking tired.” 

“Actually,” I said,  “this big brain of mine has something to show you.” I waved my hand signaling for her to follow me. 

She smiled in both confusion and amusement as she stepped into the elevator. We stood side by side, our shoulders brushing up against one another as we made our descent down to the lab. 

“Now close your eyes.” I requested 

“Bruce what is this-” 

“It’s a surprise, now close your eyes.”

She complied, the corners of her lips turning upwards as I grabbed her hand and led her down the hall to the lab. I led her to the center of the room and requested her remain there as I went and turned off every light I could find within the vicinity. Afterwards I felt my way back to her through the darkness and positioned myself so we stood directly in front of one another. 

“Okay now open your eyes.” 

“Bruce, is the surprise the news that I’ve gone blind?” she questioned causing us both to laugh. 

“No, just watch.” 

At the press of a button the room became illuminated with starlight. Stars, galaxies and planets hovered above our heads, in majestic hues of purple and blue. The scene was nothing short of magic. The universe on full display, three dimensionally projected all around us. 

At the sight of the stars above her, I saw Y/N’s face light up. Her face filled with amazement as she beheld the multitude of constellations shining before her eyes. Her smile beamed, its brightness competing with that of the brightest stars in the room. 

To me she was the brightest star in the room. 

She slowly spun in a circle in the attempt to fully take in her surroundings, her eyes reflecting the twinkling of the floating stars. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. 

She turned to me, her eyes glistening with moisture. “Bruce I-” 

“Do you like it?” I asked, her lack of words worrying me. Maybe this was too much?

Her silence, however, was replaced by her embrace. She took me in her arms as she gently wrapped them around my neck and pulled me close to her. 

“Thank you, Bruce. Thank you so much.” She whispered, her voice cracking at the end. 

I held her tighter in an attempt to pull her in even closer. Her embrace radiated pure love, a love I hadn't felt in a long long time. 

“Y-you’re welcome.” I answered, overwhelmed with adoration. 

As we pulled away I looked at her face illuminated by the glimmering starlight. I felt as though she was the only person that mattered, that she was the most precious thing this world had to offer. In that moment I would have gone to the ends of the universe if she pleased. I would have given her all the stars in the galaxy; and to this day, I still would.